The Sighing Hour Tree

I’ve been to see Jeff Holmes at Bongo Java After Hours twice now, and am just so impressed with his music and performances. Here’s a video from a few weeks ago where he’s playing one of the forthcoming songs on the album “No Clocks, No Calendars,” Act I, which will be released on iTunes on …

academic humor — do you get it?

A version of this joke was told in Monday’s stats class by my favorite stats professor ever. If you get it, you’re probably an academic. Or an economist. (Hmmm. I wonder — is there a distinction?) An economist, an engineer, and a physicist are marooned on a deserted island. One day they find a can …

on not being in control

[Preface: I always try hard to know my audience, and anticipate potential reactions to what I write through the lens of my audience. However, there is no way I can say what I’m about to say without, I’m guessing, giving someone pause. Regardless, I’ve got so much pent-up frustration right now that I’m going to …

A new resting place for the hound

I will say this about the hound: Once you get to know Rags a little, he becomes very transparent. His actions speak volumes, if you just pay a little attention. The other day, I took him back over to hang out with the other dog I blogged about recently, and while everything went surprisingly well …

ma cervelle est en compote (again)

For you non-francophiles out there, the title translates to “my brain feels like applesauce,” and at this moment, the analogy is quite apt. I have been sitting in my beloved big green chair reading for the better part of the last 2.5 hours, and have made substantial progress on my to-do list for the day, …

an awesome weekend

It would be too difficult to catalog all of the awesomeness that was my weekend, but two major-cool things happened that feel blog-worthy. First, Rags successfully spent a significant chunk of time within close proximity to another dog. This was HUGE. I can’t say that he enjoyed himself, but nobody got hurt (dogs or otherwise) …

Rags is getting older

Here’s Rags very soon after I brought him home in ’02. This is from Animals I’m not quite sure why I did this yesterday, but on a whim, I pulled out Rags’s paperwork (the stuff I got when he came to live with me in Sept. 2002) to remind myself exactly when he was born. …