Maybe Masala My Friends

I. Am. Full. Totally satiated. Sitting here in my bloated, dry mouth, stuffed post Bombay House experience. I love Indian food. So much.

Maybe I Want My Fingers

I am sorry if you just threw up. My bad.

Don't worry! That is not my hand. I came across this photo on one of the woodworking forums I follow. Cause I'm crazy like that- yeah, I spend lots of time on woodworking websites. So? Anyway, ever since I saw this pic it's all I can think about while running my table saw or router or band saw or whatever really. I don't ever want to cut my own fingers off! Guido might take them, but not my table saw!!!

Maybe I should start doing dados with a router rather than the table saw?

Maybe Most Played on My iPod

Top five tunes of awesomeness:

5. "Breaking of A Day" Thad Cockrell



4. "Blood Bank" Bon Iver


3. "West Way" Maida Vale (drums and banjo kick-in @ 2:06... SO worth the wait!)



2. "Queen Bee" Neil Halstead



1. "Hideaway Girl" Jimmy LaFave

Maybe My Guiltiest Pleasure

Yeah. Pretty much my heart is like a cockroach, in-that no matter how many times FNL stomps on it and tries to squish it, it still keeps going. FNL is a visual Cinnabon... such sticky-ewy-guey-television goodness. That State Championship was one for the books, eh!? Season finale manana- I am so there.

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose!!!

Maybe Cause'n It's More Fun If You Build It Yourself

So... as I listened to the Saturday afternoon session of GC I tapped my inner Norm Abram and kept my hands busy by building the main newel post for our stairs. I'd take a picture, but it doesn't look like much. It's mostly a glued-up, uneven, unsanded mess (like many wood projects begin). But it'll get there- you watch!

It's going to go at the bottom of these stairs...



One day... very soon, these stairs will be fancy schmancy. Ohhhh! You doubters and naysayers, just you wait!

Maybe I'm Not as Smart as I Think I Am

$72.5 Million!!! Are you... I just... Wha...? I mean... Is anyone else confused?

Maybe Reading is Good For You

I received my bachelors degree in English. That is probably not news to most of you. And the rest don't care. Awkward. I chose English lit because I love to read. Really I do. I fell in-love with literature my senior year in high school. I took a voluntary advanced lit class from... what was his name? Curly hair. Bushy beard. Total hippie. His classroom was one of the portables. Why can't I remember his name? Little help siblings? I read two books in that class that changed me. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse and Henderson the Rain King by Saul Bellow. I was transformed. They remain two of my favorite books to this day.

Prior to that class I only read what I was required to read for school. That's not to say that I did not enjoy Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet, or A Separate Peace or To Kill a Mockingbird- cause I did. But the focus of Advanced Lit was to read, REALLY read, and then we just sat and discussed the books. We weren't reading for tests or quizzes (though we did write an occasional paper). We were reading and formulating our own thoughts and opinions on the things we were reading. Imagine that! A bunch of teenagers actually thinking about things!!! It was a total 180 from where I had been before. You know... not thinking.

So once I had muscled and plowed and kicked and scratched my way through the general requirements in college- imagine my total shock and awe to find out, while talking with a school counselor, that I could just study and read literature for my major!!! Really!?? I hated, hated, hated school my whole life. I remember hating it in first grade, sitting in big 'ol Ms. Flinders class with her fiery red hair, and hating it all the way up to my second round of College Algebra after my mission. But then, I got into the English program. No more memorization. No more multiple choice exams. No more stupid effing busy work. No more BULL!!!

I got to read novels and write a paper of what I thought; or, read a play and write a paper about how it affected me; or read a poem and write about how it made me feel. Can you imagine!!?? My work was original. I was not regurgitating what they were force feeding me, like I had been for the prior fifteen years!!! It was so liberating.

Boy I got side tracked....

So, I love to read. That's the gist of that story. And I try and keep it up. I do better in the summer, usually getting in three or four novels. But I wish I could crank them out like I was in college.

Right now I am "reading" The Sound and The Fury by Faulkner. check this pimp out...


I loved As I Lay Dying and Absolom, Absolom! And I think I would enjoy Fury, but I am reading it so sporadically that I'm really not enjoying it. I need more time! More hours. I'm just not getting it done at lunch time...

Blast our limited 24-hour day ration!!!