Archive for April, 2012

Reef Sharks

A little tidbit just landed in my head from the news just now. Oh MSNBC, you sometimes really come through. So researchers have concluded that reef shark populations have declined by 90% in the last year. Are you kidding? Sport fishing and shark hunting (which seem like the same thing to me) were listed as the main reason. I’d like to toss environmental degradation into that mix. I’m fucking terrified by the mere thought of sharks, but I don’t want them forever gone from our oceans…. Uhm…. Food chain, ecology. What the Fizzle?

Been a while…

This might be the common theme to my ole blog in the last year.  Ok… years.  But this time I have a little excuse, been without access to my desktop for a couple months, and the Iphone tapping out does get a bit old.  I know I have posted that the taps are not so bad, but really they are.

Since being here last.

Moved out of Chicago.  This was a bit hard, as I love that city.  I think Chicago is a real city.  Those of you in Boise, Portland, Richmond, and other places that have that metro vibe, but not really, know what I might be saying.  Or you stubbornly do not.  Opinion yo.

My favorite things are now in a storage space out off of route 45.  Yep I said Route.  Funny shit down here.  I am staying at my Mom’s spot with my brother John.  This is all good.  Short term, but good.  Wait, maybe that is what is good about it, the shot term actions.  Good to see them, Good to be near them.

Went to Maui for 10 days.  Worked my ass off for ten days.  That was about that trip.  Suppose to head to Kauai in June, and well… who knows.  It has been very nice to be back in Champaign Urbana for sure.  Went on a big food memory tour when I first got back.  Gained 7lbs to prove it.  Po Boys (yes it’s the new one, and its not that great, but the polish and sauce were on point.  Dos Reales, Lil’ Porkys, La Bamba, Bombay Grill.  Yep.  All good. Now i’m taking a break from those indulgences for a bit.  I can tell you, once it gets chilly here in the fall.  Papa Dels will be had.

Riding the bike here is super nice.  Flat like Chicago but with obviously less traffic.  You know, that’s about it for now.  Images to follow soon.  About time to go see another rock show.

I have seen 12 rock bands since moving down here, one ok hip hop night.  This totally laps my shows seen number in Chicago over the last couple years.  Sad, but really sounding nice.



Seat 43C
The worst seat on this plane. It’s comfortable, plenty of room, no large smelly person presses against me. You know, now that I’ve listed the pros, the cons no longer seem that bad. Let’s start this again…
The funny thing about seat 43C
It’s located in the the second to last row in the plane. I’ve never sat next to the lavatory on a plane before. Seat 43C is now blessing me with this. The nifty logo of my Threadless Hoodie has already garnered several comments, the best being “that’s from Mad Magazine”. These folks are plenty nice, and the random chatter doesn’t bother me so much. It’s just…. The bathroom thing. I know I know, it’s gotta be someone. At least the loud kid on the previous connecting flight is no longer behind. On to sun.

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