"Fudi Dudi, We Don't Like To Party..."
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Let's face it, none of us are getting any younger. I know I'm not. I'm
actually getting *older*, at the alarming rate of one (1) year per annum,
which me...
Scout
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Scout was born in 1995 in the closet of my home on Grim Street in North
Park. He was the most outgoing of the litter and so therefore an obvious
"keeper". ...
Finally a Runner
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I ran the Santa Barbara International Marathon on Saturday but before I
tell you about that, I want to briefly share my history with running races.
My firs...
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Preoccupied
After dinner last Wednesday evening, I walked over to Sproul Hall for the
Occupy Cal demonstration. There were lots of really pleasant kids, gi...
Hiatus
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This blog is on hiatus until who knows when. Probably until I feel like
designing another website. In the meantime, check out my latest website for
The Wah...
And Anyway, They Canceled the Easter Egg Hunt!
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There are very few sentences you can say, as a parent, to entice your
children to come to an eight hour mountain bike race in a forest, in the
rain and sno...
It's official.
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I joined the Velo Bella bike racing team. Yep, that's me.
Well, I actually still have to mail in my waiver, but I already signed it
and dated it.
Now if I...
4 comments:
Whoa. Those are spectacular!
Truly scrumptious, don't you think?
That was the Monday of MLK weekend.
2nd flea from the right on that one image with all the waves.
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