I noticed the 4G indicator on my phone yesterday and wondered about the significance. I even
mentioned it at dinner last night. After reading this, I guess I sort of still wonder. When I’m sitting someplace more comfy than a rest area on I-85, I may try to find out more.
Ummm…how about nowhere?
Vanishing STL on the Pruitt-Igoe implosions that began forty years ago this afternoon. I wrote about my obsession with Pruitt-Igoe a few weeks back and I’m happy to report that the documentary will be screened locally in a few weeks.
Way to put the post office on notice, SAA!
I’ll bet this envelope gets to its destination hours before it would without that urgent labeling.
Josie Cotton
Jimmy Loves Maryann (1984)
Thoughts for a Monday night with a Hawaii Five-O rerun on Netflix:
- Striking librarians in Toronto might consider a new career.
- Know what’s nice? Every two years or so I get a big craving for fish sticks and when that craving hits, they always seem to be on sale.
- Down side to above: The fish sticks purchased always last much longer than the craving.
- As I am now officially out of diet pomegranate soda from Loblaws and cheap detergent from Dollarama (and because I have other mysterious business there) it’s time for another quick run to Canada this weekend. Details to follow. But not many details, as it will be a very quick trip.
Strange how grocery-intensive this post turned out to be, eh?
I went to the doctor this morning for my six-month checkup and oil change. He asked if I were seeing anyone new since last visit, to which I responded, “That’s pretty much the last thing I need in my life right now.” He chuckled and said that I was probably right, so I guess my celibacy is now a doctor-approved therapy. In a nutshell:
- I don’t think anyone else is particularly interested.
- I don’t really care enough to find out if I’m wrong about #1.
More random thoughts for a Tuesday night spent with Eames on Netflix:
- Upon Googling the aforementioned Eames, I realized it was showing here in Winston-Salem tonight.
- Precisely.
- After today’s encounter with the air conditioner repairman, the insurance company, and the ongoing lack of action from Bank of America on my refi, I’ve decided I needn’t worry what to do with that tax refund. Alas.
- I’ll try to develop the attention span to write something other than bullet points one day soon.
Men Without Hats
Where Do the Boys Go (1984)
Another of those bands I don’t think I ever realized was from Canada.
Some part of me wants to follow this up with “What Do Boys Dream” by Joan Armatrading but I don’t think there’s a video for that. Of course, I could be mistaken.
Ohio, that is…
I don’t think I know anyone in Dublin or Columbus at the moment, but I may be there for a conference in early May, so now’s the time to let me know if I do.
I still absolutely love this city.
I’m glad I remembered that.