The Jason Falkner-produced CD by Magnet is out. Someone on the Falk fan site provided this link so we could learn more, hear samples.
I don’t happen to speak or read whatever language THAT is.
But J-Falk played lots of instruments on the CD (guess that’s part/parcel of any project he’s got a hand in…). I mean to check out the samples at some point today.
Now excuse me, "Red Barchetta" is playing.
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Whit’s last day as a drafter will be August 5. From there on out he will be a martial arts school owner/instructor exclusively. It’s the dream he’s had since we were kids. No one has stuck to a vision like that guy, and I’m proud of him and thrilled for him.
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Ever feel like you’re just not the slightest bit like other people? Van Morrison’s “Rave On John Donne” is playing. While waiting for a report at the printer I told a coworker that we don’t read enough poetry, and that we should sit in the garden and do that sometimes (not together, of course). I said, “You ever feel like your life is just slipping by and you’re not doing the meaningful things?”
And she said, “Uh sure… hand me that report, will you?”
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But another ducked into my cube a moment later and said, “I sat in the garden and read poetry not two weeks ago…”
Thank you!
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THEBOY'S class had a field trip to the Ballpark in Arlington yesterday. What he told us about the trip:
They saw a cricket. He told the boy not to step on it, but the boy did anyway, so then they all did.
They rode in an elevator.
They saw a forklift.
The baseball lady threw away his cookies.
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Jammin’ to “Jungle Boogie” by Kool & the Gang.
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Got a social/psych mid-term tonight. On the one hand, the amount of material we’re responsible for knowing is staggering. On the other, I figured out in the last class that I just have a good knack for knowing what she wants us to know, somehow. And no, that doesn’t just mean knowing all the terms in bold from the text.
Then I’ve got a research paper due Monday, which I haven’t yet started. Man, these summer semesters go by at light speed.
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The weekly haiku contest at Georgina’s blog was a hoot! Had several gut-busting laughs…
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It’s Thursday, boys and girls.
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"I don’t happen to speak or read whatever language THAT is."
Mr. Magnet himself is Norwegian; however, I think that's some sort of Slavic or East European language. Guess he has an audience there.
Michael
Oh yeah, and I keep books of poetry by Baudelaire and William Blake around for light reading between tomes.
Michael
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