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Back in the Saddle!!!

For what it's worth, I am resurrecting my blog! Cause everyone else is, that's why. I'm listening to the Flaming Lips Radio station from pandora.com which is playing a song called Magic Finger by James Kochalka Superstar. The chorus, and I'm not joking, is "It's my dick! It's my dick! It's a magic finger, pointing at all the pretty girls!" Actually, that's pretty much the whole song. Kochalka is a cartoonist of some repute, most recently for Super F*ckers. Get your mind out of the gutter, James!

I figured out how to resurrect the posts from me and Sarah's bike trip, and I'm working on getting the photos back up, so hold yer horses, you bastids. I have been meaning to write more, and this is sort of a step up from journaling. I do, yes, need the practice. I haven't bicycled across the country since the last time, so no real significant two-wheeled news. I am relocated from Madison, WI, to Oakland, CA, to attend seminary at Starr King School for the Ministry. Sarah is at the moment in Conifer, CO, helping to look after our niece while Sister Becky is on bedrest, but most of the time we are living together in a big ol' house near the MacArthur BART station with four other seminary students. Sarah and I got the room with the private bath. I am loving being back in school, and feeling a sense of direction in my life again.

What's getting it done for me:

The Pittsburgh Steelers! They're like my fantasy of what I wish the Green Bay Packers had been this year.

Talking Heads: BRICK All eight studio albums, neatly packaged into one bludgeony lump, and devastatingly remastered. It's all eight in one big box, so it can count as my desert island album, right?

pandora.com The music genome project is happy to introduce you to music surprisingly congruent to your tastes (and occasionally not).

Knitting Yeah, I was knitting before it was cool for boys to knit.

Firefly I'm definitely between three and four years behind the curve on this one, but it is the business. I'm a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar...

Thomas Hart Benton Regionalism!

And there's some other stuff too...

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Anonymous said…
Way to go, Andy. Love, Mom.

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