The yard had to be mowed again this morning. We’ve arrived at Peak Grass, without the balancing effects of Peak Heat, so the blades double in size every week. When it gets hotter, the grass will slow down (just like people!), but we’re not there yet. So after I finished my swim (thanks, Coach Paul!) […]
Some of the folks who are providing references for grad school for me shared what they sent the admissions committee. This is humbling and glorious—it’s seldom one can discover how one seems to other people. Asking them point-blank never seems to yield results; I’ve tried on multiple occasions. At this stage in the game that […]
Many files have arrived from ARTHUR’s still-running disk. But the ones from end of May through July 10 are still to come. On the other hand, most of the applications have been installed anew. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll get to try something less consuming. Or differently consuming-!
No wit today. Instead, my attention and my bandwidth are consumed with: Edward, poor baby, is back from the PC-hospital with a whole new disk. So now we’re back to Edward-building Square One. To soothe my, um, chagrin, I’ve been interspersing this work and laundry with Queer Eye catch-up. Shoulda done that last time. Sweetens […]
At 1:30am, I had two beautiful ideas I wanted to write about. But it was the middle of the night, I soothingly told my brain (as if it were a toddler), and we don’t write at 1:30am. We sleep. At first-whistle-blow, the podcasts I was listening to while mowing mentioned a few things I wanted […]
My friend Leon wrote an intriguing blog post today, musing about what listening to God might be—might always have been—about. He notes, “I’ve been trying to surrender my outcomes to God, to trust that God knows what God is doing, and in the midst of that struggle I know I was listening more intently.” Me […]
“Playin’ the platters That really matter, And in between, A little chitter-chatter!” —John E. Dee, the persona behind the Old School Dance Party every Friday from 4-7pm Pardon me while I do what I love to do on Friday afternoons: boogie across my living room. No room for finger-tappin’ when it’s time for the toes!
Evidently it’s a ‘mood’-y week. When I arose from achieving my nearly-eight hours of sleep, it was mid-morning, and… let’s say I’ve been disinclined to tackle my projects. So I read some Dick Francis thrillers for a while, then wandered back to Michael Lewis’ The Big Short. Have you seen the movie version? See it. […]
I’ve lived in Austin for 28 years, in Texas for 32, I have cowboy boots, I can two-step (if someone else leads), This isn’t Willie. This is Ryan Bingham. and I’ve been to Willie Nelson’s Fourth of July Picnic. It’s time to apply for my Texas naturalization papers.
After a point, it’s too dang hot to eat. That is, ya think about a meal, and the rest of you goes, “uuugggghhh, no.” “We’ll just sit here, very still, and drink some more iced tea. Maybe the oscillating fan will pass by again.”
