the first to come and the last to leave

The Life and Times have served us well, but for 2007 this blog will be rolling on over to http://sluecker.blogspot.com. We'll have the RSS thing and maybe someday do a fun layout.

Don't forget that "surfin's the source" ... even if you don't surf. Now sing it with me..

Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and the last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town

Tonight the people were so fine, they waited there in line And when they got up on their feet, they made the show And that was sweet, but I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know

Now, roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You know you guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you've got it all set to go Before you come for my piano [keyboard]

People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know that you can't go wrong

Thanks Y'all

40 Feet by MLK1

I got a ticket recently, in Beacon Hill, for not parking "40 feet from the curb". The thing is, if all cars in Beacon Hill were 40 feet from the curb, there would be no parking. Seriously. I'm pretty sure most of those blocks are not much more than 80 feet long.

The long lost (stolen) sledding video has finally been reincarnated!

Where do you come from? Where do you go?

I was checking out my belly button the other day, and found that it was full of lint. This got me to thinking...does the lint come from all over and somehow collect in my belly button, or is my belly button just capturinng the lint that is created directly above it?

I find it somewhat hard to believe that my belly button has some kind of "black hole" like power, that no lint can escape from. This must mean that it is capturing only the small fraction of lint that forms directly around (or above?) the belly button hole. I assume that the lint is also created around other parts of my body, but with no belly button to collect it, just disappears into the environment. Think about how much lint you would have if you took the stuff in your belly button and then multiplied it to include the lint from all the imaginary belly buttons that could cover the surface of your body!

Domestic Weekend by MLK1

Dave and I had a relatively free weekend, but we managed to take up quite a bit of time "cooking". I say "cooking" because most of the time was actually spent attempting to "puree". As an engagement present, we got a fancy cookbook and decided to make Butternut Squash Soup and Sweet Pea Risotto. In total, we spent one hour and twenty minutes at the grocery store, three hours and forty minutes cooking, and about 15 minutes eating. The good news is that there is a lot leftover!

We also went to a Bob Dylan concert last night, the final installment of Dave's birthday. I swear, it's some kind of rule that I ALWAYS sit next to the one person who insists on standing and dancing throughout the entire concert, obstructing my view and distracting me beyond any potential enjoyment. There really is a pattern--and I get extremely distracted when there is something in my line of vision that is moving to the off-beat. These concert-goers tend to be accompanied by a significant other who looks miserable and doesn't look up once during the concert, let alone be-bop to the off-beat. This particular case was someone that I'm pretty sure drove down from Vermont for the concert, and doesn't know yet that the 70s are over. I do believe, however, that she was sober. And she very politely apologized to the people behind us and sat some place else for the rest of the concert.

The last thing I'll say about Dylan is that I've confirmed that I value the sing-along-ness of music really highly. Even the six or seven songs that I knew, and was excited to hear, I couldn't sign-along to. And Dylan didn't look at the audience once, let alone address us. While I appreciate the "I'm a serious musician and not an entertainer" thing, I could probably have gotten the same thing out of listening to him on my iPod, sans dancing hippie.

Baby Crack

Losing Steam

In case you've forgotten, I started collecting Coke rewards points this summer to try and get one of the world cup soccer balls. I'm up to 326 points which is slightly over 1/4 of the way there. That would be encouraging to me except they don't have the soccer ball listed in the rewards you can choose from anymore!! I feel really deflated... i'll probably end up with a stupid Coke t-shirt or something.

I really don't notice the grey hair that i'm getting in my day to day routine. I'm not the most observant person in the world, but its still not that overpowering. I sure do notice it when i get my haircut though! Something about how it shows up when it gets shaved off is just unbelievable. I was at Super Cuts the other day and I was thinking "OH MY GOD YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! THIS HAS GOT TO BE SOMEBODY ELSE'S HAIR. AM I GETTING PUNK'D?"

On the positive side of things, my ankle is feeling much better. Although I'm still not back to full speed, I made it through 3 games this weekend. I think i might try some running without the brace and see what that does.