When The Lights Go Out

Technically, the lights were never on.

We bowed out of the playoff race tonight, and I'm at a loss for graceful words to mark the occasion. We were beat, badly, but I'd like to think we went out in style-- laughing, shouting, swinging. The opposition consisted of mutants who were in all likelihood in the wrong league to begin with, but that's what it was. I'm extremely proud of all of us.

Heretic Pride! Spacedockers 2008

I Will Not Sing a Hateful Song

I will not sing a hateful song
Though it's in me to sing
I know to drink the blood is wrong
And undue error brings

I'm always losing sight of intentions I still feel strongly about and it distresses me. Then, mercifully, I'm reminded through some small thing or other to be a little more gracious. This time it's a(nother) rock album, with simple and resonant reminders to do what you can do, and not sing that hateful song. And, just like that, I feel refreshed.

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Happy Birthday Erin! I can't wait to see you.

Happy Birthday Daniel Kai Switzer! I can't wait to see you, too!

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The Hills season ends tonight, and I'm glad. The past four weeks have been utterly eventless, seeing Heidi & Spencer take off, separate but so together, to plumb the depths of vapidity as Lauren and Lo continue a weird, confusing quest to ostracize the same housemate they wanted so badly a week ago. If you followed any of that, be sure to check out Audrina Patridge: The 7 Wonders of the World.

Happy Birthday Melissa!

Everybody meet Eliza, the lady-cruiser I finished for Mel's birthday:


a little steel wool and she'll be good as new!

Sunday Night Lights IV

We defeated an admirably gracious bunch on Sunday, to the tune of 26-0. Since there is no mercy rule in Co-ed B League Softball we relied on the clemency of our hearts to bring the lop-sided game, and our fantastic regular season, to an end.

Once again we find ourselves atop the heap, this time with a well-earned (maybe) hall-pass to the second round of playoffs.

Regular season record: 4-0-0

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Despite hiking the loop in reverse (it makes a difference in this case), Bald Mountain at Sugarloaf Ridge State Park is a surprisingly neat excursion. Thanks to Erin for this and the other wonderful days in Santa Rosa.

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The weirdly benign stress that has been accumulating over the past week-plus is coming to a head, and what's stranger is the way it manifests itself. With the job hunt becoming infinitely more real (and really twisted) and an onslaught of birthdays, special days, and days to get things done I've found myself organizing and cleaning and being generally productive at hours that belie my truly exhausted state. I've wanted to go to bed for the past four hours but I just can't. Save me!