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June 5, 2014
"Sound" fathering at 22 mph
(693 words)
It’s a 2.3 mile drive between my house and my 13-year-old daughter’s middle school. I can drive it in 5 minutes and 34 seconds, which means I can start playing the 1969 studio version of the Rolling Stones “Let It Bleed” and we can hear the whole thing before I drop her off.
That allows me time to explain that the song was a lyrical counterpoint to the Beatles preceding
It’s a 2.3 mile drive between my house and my 13-year-old daughter’s middle school. I can drive it in 5 minutes and 34 seconds, which means I can start playing the 1969 studio version of the Rolling Stones “Let It Bleed” and we can hear the whole thing before I drop her off.
That allows me time to explain that the song was a lyrical counterpoint to the Beatles preceding
June 4, 2014
What happened at last week's Spelling Bee
(981 words)
There was a brief moment when I thought of asking the nervous third graders to spell “mahankali,” “snigdha,” “sukanya,” and “shivashankar.”
Those weren’t approved spelling words.
They are some of the names of recent National Spelling Bee winners.
I didn’t do it because I didn’t want to do anything that might stir controversy at the Greensburg Chapter Rotary sponsored
There was a brief moment when I thought of asking the nervous third graders to spell “mahankali,” “snigdha,” “sukanya,” and “shivashankar.”
Those weren’t approved spelling words.
They are some of the names of recent National Spelling Bee winners.
I didn’t do it because I didn’t want to do anything that might stir controversy at the Greensburg Chapter Rotary sponsored
June 3, 2014
Taking my BRF (Bitchy Resting Face) for a walk
(835 words)
I was in the middle of a 1.5 mile forced march along a desolate stretch of highway when it occurred to me I really ought to be smiling even though there was no real reason to smile.
It was humid. Sweat was pouring off me. I was on the way to retrieve my car from the repair shop which was charging me $246 to repair the brakes and rotors and I was internally grumbling that the
I was in the middle of a 1.5 mile forced march along a desolate stretch of highway when it occurred to me I really ought to be smiling even though there was no real reason to smile.
It was humid. Sweat was pouring off me. I was on the way to retrieve my car from the repair shop which was charging me $246 to repair the brakes and rotors and I was internally grumbling that the
June 2, 2014
Best tweets from last month
I know, I know. What kind of blogger starts the week off with a lame Twitter round-up? Well, my car’s getting worked on and I might not be able to post anything else until near dinner. So I had to at least show up today. Not posting anything might cause the blogger federation to launch an investigation.
These are all from 8days2amish.
• #JohnLennon imagined a world at peace. I imagine
These are all from 8days2amish.
• #JohnLennon imagined a world at peace. I imagine
June 1, 2014
Re-run Sunday: Hilary Swank's nipples
Google “Hilary Swank’s nipples” and this is the fourth top story that pops up. That’s impressive, only slightly less impressive than the nipples themselves. I’m re-running it today because I saw for the first time this summer the nipples on the old man down the street. His nipples are repulsive and should never be seen in public.
Oh, well. What are you gonna do?
I never really gave
Oh, well. What are you gonna do?
I never really gave
May 30, 2014
RIP Maya Angelou & the world's greatest poem
(991 words)
I made a joke to my buddies when the news came on that Maya Angelou, 86, had died. I said, “Is she the one who wrote the poem that begins, ‘I once knew a man from Nantucket . . .’”
It was a very cheap and tasteless joke at the expense of a revered woman of tremendous international consequence.
Still, I made it because it’s funny and that’s the whole point of jokes.
I
I made a joke to my buddies when the news came on that Maya Angelou, 86, had died. I said, “Is she the one who wrote the poem that begins, ‘I once knew a man from Nantucket . . .’”
It was a very cheap and tasteless joke at the expense of a revered woman of tremendous international consequence.
Still, I made it because it’s funny and that’s the whole point of jokes.
I
May 28, 2014
Chris Rodell: Word Master! I'm boss of the bee
(786 words)
The list was given to me in strictest confidence with explicit instructions not to share it with another soul.
Nuclear launch codes?
Nah, all 276 words to be used at the 3rd grade spelling bee tomorrow at Stanwood Elementary School near New Stanton in the Hempfield Area School District.
So just in case any elementary schoolers are reading today’s blog, I’ll not dare
The list was given to me in strictest confidence with explicit instructions not to share it with another soul.
Nuclear launch codes?
Nah, all 276 words to be used at the 3rd grade spelling bee tomorrow at Stanwood Elementary School near New Stanton in the Hempfield Area School District.
So just in case any elementary schoolers are reading today’s blog, I’ll not dare
May 27, 2014
PA approves same-sex marriage; which state will be last?
(999 words)
I was pleased same-sex marriage was given the green light here in Pennsylvania last week and not just because it gives me another opportunity to trot out one of my favorite lines, which is:
“If marriage is such a great idea then how come there’s no Mrs. God?”
Think about it: God could have any woman He wants and if He’s picky he could just create the perfect woman. And
I was pleased same-sex marriage was given the green light here in Pennsylvania last week and not just because it gives me another opportunity to trot out one of my favorite lines, which is:
“If marriage is such a great idea then how come there’s no Mrs. God?”
Think about it: God could have any woman He wants and if He’s picky he could just create the perfect woman. And
May 25, 2014
Re-Run Sunday: Lying about my blog's birthday
My blog turned 6 this week and I think it’s about time I start lying about its age. Six in blog years seems like 50 in human years. And if you’re 50 and still haven’t done any thing substantial then it’s just sad.
Take it from me!
But I know enough people enjoy the blog that if I quit now it’d be like I’m letting down humanity.
Well, 0.0000000000001 percent of humanity.
Here’s the
Take it from me!
But I know enough people enjoy the blog that if I quit now it’d be like I’m letting down humanity.
Well, 0.0000000000001 percent of humanity.
Here’s the
May 23, 2014
Obama hater spoils my breakfast, my windshield
(968 words)
One of my life’s great wee pleasures is to sit alone in a diner or restaurant and immerse myself in a good daily newspaper.
I read the paper every day, but it’s often a distracted scan. So when I’m in some friendly eatery by myself I read every word — all the news stories, the reviews, the obits — and every number; I check out all the small print box scores for the baseball
One of my life’s great wee pleasures is to sit alone in a diner or restaurant and immerse myself in a good daily newspaper.
I read the paper every day, but it’s often a distracted scan. So when I’m in some friendly eatery by myself I read every word — all the news stories, the reviews, the obits — and every number; I check out all the small print box scores for the baseball
