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Ian accidentally found this blog by searching on the iPad for information about his hero Chase Utley. Ian, as you'll recall, put a near-life-size Fathead Sticker of Utley on his bedroom wall and I put pix of it on the blog. Ian searched for pix of Utley and found that post. Because the blog was set up to allow search engines to crawl it. Ian wasn't interested in reading the post, but still. Time

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Actually, it was A Night at the Ballgame, but the Marx Brothers never got around to making that movie; but a titular allusion to Abbott & Costello's "Who's On First?" routine seemed a bit obvious; plus, if I did allude to that routine, I'd have to include a footnote stipulating to the fact that that routine was not really Abbott & Costello's, but actually an old vaudeville routine whose origins

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D&R Canal 5K race Official Results: They're finally up. [Inserted a week later: The preceding sentence was written over a week ago because that's how long this post has been sitting here fermenting.] And it turns out there were only 200 runners, which is fewer than last year (288), which explains how I ran it slower yet placed higher. The official results: My time: 24:48:97. 61st out of 200.

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Canadian scholar Naomi Klein's book The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism was published almost four years ago (which is when I read it) but seems now to be not only relevant once again, but also nearly prescient in its limning of the attempt by radical "Chicago School" economists — disciples of the "free market" ideologue Milton Friedman — to exploit political, social and economic

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It would not be factually erroneous to say that the Phillies lost their first game of the 2011 season last night but a more accurate way of putting it would be to say that the Mets beat them; because the loss had more to do with what the Mets accomplished  than it did with what our Fightins did or didn't do. The Mets had just an incredible third inning, scoring six runs, and their pitcher, Chris

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First off: On this day in 1968, Martin Luther King, Jr., was assassinated in Memphis. The next time you hear racist anti-worker teatards like Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity attempt to co-opt King's message, remember that King was in Memphis to support striking sanitation workers — members of the AFSCME union ... which is also my union. So yes, Hannity, Limbaugh, Beck, Christie, Walker

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I found out yesterday that the QandANJ Virtual Reference Service that I have been a part of almost since it started nearly ten years ago is being discontinued because of a lack of funding. I guess given the current political climate I should not have been surprised by this; after the last NJ budget, the QandA leaders really had to scramble for funding and they found it; but only until June 30,

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The Numbers: Having run a mere 90 miles in January and then again a mere 90 in February, I was in a 20-mile deficit right from the jump in my quest to run 1200 miles for the year, which I may have mentioned once or twice is a major goal of mine for this year. I didn't set out trying to make up that deficit in one month, but for me, March came in like a lion and stayed a lion the whole time; but

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I just got my replacement Popener in the mail from Xenia and, at the risk of sounding like an ingrate, the first thing I noticed when I opened the package — and I noticed it with some dismay and chagrin — was that the Popener was accompanied by what Xenia herself called a "felt Gnome" (see picture): I immediately recognized the implied insult in this addition: Xenia was insinuating that I was

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Today is not my usual day to do QandA but I was covering for a colleague from 9 to 10 and fielded six questions (I could easily have had more because it was busy). Among the six was this here one, which, the more I think about it, has got to be my all-time favorite: "WHAT HORES FARM WAS NAMED FOR A BAKEING POWERED BUSINESS" Yeah, the patron was YELLING at me the whole time, which is always fun.

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Last night, I finally — finally — finished Cymbeline. The fact that it took me so long should in no way be taken as a reflection on the play itself which, though far from great, is okay; it's really more a reflection of my own sloth and lack of focus of late. Rather than bore you with details about that, instead I'll bore you with details about the play because when it comes to boring you? I am

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... though I did do some yoga, exercise and p*$$y-@$$ recumbent biking. So, you know, there's that. The not-running today means I probably won't hit 120 miles this month, which, had I done so, would have put me at 300 for the year and thus back on pace to do 1200 by year's end. But that's okay. Unless this crappy weather continues, I should be able to make up some of that 20 mile deficit this

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Or, as some would call them, Updates: Look, I'm not saying this makes me the most pathetic person in Teh Blogosphere (because as far as I know, Teh Peachy Escargot still lives and blogs), but it does put me right up there and calm down I'm getting to what exactly the "it" I'm referring to is. Geez, chill already! You'll recall that I won a Popener from a certain pneumatic, hoity-toity,

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A couple of posts ago1, I told you about the fact that Ian's room was in the process (since finished) of being painted; and that the painter — Teh Fantastic Mr. Fox — was going to paint a big Phillies "P" on the wall. Well, we jettisoned the latter plan because we found some Fathead wall stickers online, and when Ian saw he could get a half-size Chase Utley wall sticker, all bets were off: This

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I've mentioned before that Hal from the Henry IV plays is one of my favorite Shakespeare characters, possibly because he, like me, was a bit of a late bloomer; now, I won't say I went on, after sucking in early life, to win a battle for my country that is the equivalent of Hal's Victory at Agincourt (French for "Court of Teh [v]Agin[a]"), but I did run an extra 1/100th of a mile in my 6.91-mile

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Yeah, EFFIN1 XENIA!1! Last night? In celebration of Ian's Gotcha Day? I go to open a bottle of ESB I brewed — which had been conditioning for only 5 days, really too early to drink by at least a week, but I wanted to see how it turned out — with Teh Effin Popener that Effin Xenia gave me and guess what? Here's what: I debated internally going with writing 1000 words about what happened to Teh

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Eleven years ago on this very day, Teh 'Bride and I traveled to Newark Airport to pick up an Important Package — that package being our newly-adopted son, Ian. He was three-and-a-half months old at the time. He was flying in from Korea, escorted by a young Korean woman, many of whom, our adoption agency case worker had told us, were typically paid for their services with that very same free

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For those of you who are like me — i.e., you hate rhetorical excess, unnecessary prolixity, and value, above all things else, concision and radical get-to-the-fucking-pointedness — you have the option of skipping this post altogether1 yet still getting a review of 2HIV by going to my Twitter feed, where, this very morning, before 5:00 a.m., I successfully summarized the essence of the play in 140

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I have answered this age-old question by deciding to Tweet. Yes, foax, see how lucky you are? If you stumbled upon this post, you're lucky enough to have found Teh Last Person In Teh World 2 Sign Up 4 A Twitter Account!1! Teh 'Bride hates FaceBook because she thinks it's just a way for foax going thru a mid-life-crisis to hook up with their old HS boy- or girl-friends, so, for me, FB is out. But

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Yesterday morning's run of 7.33 miles1 — which gives me 27.4 running miles here in the first week of March, which would seem to bode well for my quest to make up for the mileage-deficient months of January and February — was at the slow pace of 6.3 mph (a 9:30-mile average). I attribute this to the following fact: Saturday was a really nice day. So I decided, what with it being such a nice

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You're in luck, because on Friday, one of the other Reference Librarians at the library where I work pointed out that this week's New Yorker1 contains a short story by David Foster Wallace, titled "Backbone"; the story is pretty short and is available, at the moment, on The New Yorker's web site (though for who knows how long? Get it while it's hot). The story is essentially about a little boy

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... for Ellora Dr. Nic: Here's a link to SteveQ's Blog that somehow got Nic's blog in there too. And here's how to fix it in Edit HTML: Just delete the "left-right-repeat.blogspot.com/" part. * Title Footnote: ZOMG!1! Hahahahahaha! I meant to typed "Demo Post", but accidentally type "Dem", which my TypeIt4Me Utility automatically expanded to "Democrat", which is what I set it to do.

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Bass-ackwards blogger that I am, I title these things before I write 'em, based on what I think my topic will be. That is why my titles often don't match the content — such as it is — of my post. But today's post is going to be pretty much all over the place; so first things first: Read this here post (which has nothing to do with running, I should warn you), in which AQA Aleece goes all Aretha

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I'm reading 2 Henry IV currently — WAIT!1! Come back! I'm not going to blog about it1!1! I'm totally going to blog about something else, possibly even something running-related. But just let me say this: Prince Hal is one of my favorite Shakespeare characters and I think I finally — finally— figgered out why. Because I'd never read 2HIV before and Hal doesn't show up in it till Act II, scene ii,

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Spoiler Alert: The Henry IV plays aren't really about Henry IV. If you want a Shakespeare play about Henry Bullingbrook (i.e., King Henry IV), read Richard II, which is only partly about Richard II; because it's also about — WAIT FOR IT!1! — Henry Bullingbrook, the future Henry IV. Shakespeare is big on setting up comparisons and contrasts, and in RII, the comparison/contrast is between the

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It was rainy this morning and for that reason alone I contemplated not going for a run - even though I'd done exactly Nathan Dick in the way of exercise yesterday because I spent most of the weekend at Teh 'Bro's place in the Poconos, which means we stayed up late (but not too this time) drinking beer (I didn't bring him any, but still scored a six of orphaned beers that Teh 'Bro didn't want ...

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Even though there are still five Shakespeare plays left that I have never read — 2 Henry IV; Henry V; Henry VIII; Cymbeline; and The Two Noble Kinsmen — I nonetheless decided, after finishing Richard II, to read 1 Henry IV because I figured it just made sense to read what is often referred to as "The First Henriad Tetralogy" — Richard II; 1 Henry IV; 2 Henry IV; Henry V — in order1. And it just

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This weekend, Ian, Teh 'Bride and I are going up to the Poconos to celebrate Christmas. Yes, in February (just barely). No, it's not some wacko fringe Christmas, like Greek Orthopaedic Christmas or Rosicrucian Christmas or Protestant Christmas. It’s regular (nominal) Catholic Xmas, and the reason we’re celebrating it in February is that, with all that was going on in our lives at real Christmas

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My running mileage total for February stands at just under 71 miles. I ran yesterday. I could have run today, but I woke up late (for me: i.e., 3:45 a.m.; might just as well not have gotten up), so I opted not to run. My back is still recovering from whatever mysterious thing I did that injured it. It doesn't hurt that much anymore; it reminds me that it is still sore whenever I get up from

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[*By popular demand (viz., two comment requests, which is good enough for me), I am once again giving my Shakespeare posts their own space to roam free, rather than dumping them in this old post here. That post now contains updates discussing Love's Labour's Lost  and The Merry Wives of Windsor — which appear as addenda at the top of the post — in addition to whatever it was I talked about when I

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This morning, Ian and I went for a one-mile sprint together. A couple of years ago, I used to do one-mile sprints on the days that I didn't do runs, sort of my own version of speed work. I think the best time I posted was something like a 6:52 pace. I have no idea if this helped me, speed-wise. I realize now that I don't really care. I haven't done a mile sprint in years, though. Well, my back

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Four years ago, a colleague at the library informed me that one of the other Reference librarians, Helene, had been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. This was not that long after my own sister, Virginia, had died of the same disease. Earlier this week I found out that that was incorrect; because this past Monday, Helene finally succumbed to what I learned was breast cancer. Quite possibly, the

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When you've been buried beneath tons of snow that never entirely melts away before the next storm arrives and re-buries you, it helps to have something Spring- and Summer-ish to look forward to. This is where Teh 'Bride is especially useful1.Because the other day, she arranged our Big Summer Vacation2, viz, a seven-day stay at Tyler Place up at the tippy-top of the Great Concavity. Having this (

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If you're like me, you can't resist the opportunity, no matter how contrived, to ruthlessly lampoon, take the piss out of, and/or ridicule a friend. Or, to put it another way, if you're like me, you're a dick. Don't get mad at my calling you a dick. You implicitly called me one first. The contrived opportunity I'm taking advantage of today is this seemingly innocent comment made by SteveQ over

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Merry Wives of Windsor (Added 2/16/11) In 1978, Teh 'Mom turned 50 and, she having spent a lifetime persistently lamenting the fact that she never got to go anywhere or do anything because she was so busy working and raising the seven of us Heisenbrats1, we self-same Heisenbrats somehow managed, secretly, to raise the money that year to send her, for her 50th birthday, to Europe, where she'd

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Straight A's!

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As many of you might already know, either through private correspondence with me or, more likely, through this post at Steve Quick's blog, my eldest sibling Cathy died a week ago; and that indeed is why I have not been around of late. Her funeral was yesterday, Thursday, February 3. Cathy was 60, a decade older than myself. My mother was all of 22 when Cathy was born and she always said that

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As I begin to write this here post at a little past 4:00 a.m., I realize that I am about to Celebrate Charles Dudley Warner, who, despite what you may have heard, is almost certainly the source of the quote, "Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody ever does anything about it1." Because I am about to talk about our local weather while intending to do fuck-all about it!1! It is snowing

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I.e., here. Read.  Do as asked.

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It's raining outside so I made the executive decision not to go on a run. I call it an executive decision because it is my experience that most executives are pussies and the decision not to run was so pussified — or "executive" — that I think I might qualify for a billion-dollar bonus from Goldman N*ts@chs. This makes two days in a row that I have not run; rest assured, I took my frustration

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I managed to get in two runs this weekend, the first of 7.31 miles and the second of 6.94; so I made up for some of the mileage I lost due to my taking 5 days off from running after my ankle injury. I had hoped to be able to get in a run this morning, but it snowed a bit overnight and it is now doing something else nasty, possibly sleeting or raining, so a run is just not going to happen. The

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I just finished Pericles, Prince of Tyre and I consider it to be a pretty successful play overall. That assessment, at first blush, might sound like a bit of a no-brainer because you're sitting there all Pffttttt! Well, it is Shakespeare after all. But that's one of the problems with it; there are questions of authorship surrounding Pericles, especially with regard to the first two acts. There is

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As usual, I woke up waaaaay too early this morning — as should be immediately evident to you by the fact that this post has a 5:30ish a.m. time stamp and I have already done my hour-long run this morning — and so I was ready to run before 4:30 a.m. In one sense this is good because I get the run over with quickly; in another sense, it sucks hairy goat balls because it's winter in New Joisey and

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Yesterday we got like 6 or 7 inches of snow and, even though the boro managed to clear the roads quickly and well, I had to stay home because we got the "School will be closed" robo-call last night and someone had to stay home with Ian, so I did. Tough life. Made this here video to share the experience with you: I just finished my morning workout; I guess I could have gone for a run, but I

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SIKE! This post is actually gonna be about Shakespeare's Two Gentlemen of Verona —  a horrible name for Shakespeare's not-bad comedy that I just finished — but I decided to title it as above to trick you into thinking it was actually about like a couple of Joisey Shore-type dickheads and would therefore be worth reading. Hahahahahaha! IN YER FACES, much-abused Readers!1! I dragged you kicking and

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Last night while I was working at the reference desk, a patron who vaguely resembled Margaret Dumont from the old Marx Brothers movies came in and asked, first, if we had a dvd of some PBS version of the musical Les Misérables. I searched the catalog and told her that, although we had a couple copies of the 1935 movie starring Fredric March and numerous editions of the Victor Hugo novel and we

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This morning I went for my first run since that one last week during the course of which I fell and hurt my ankle and I'm not providing a link to that older post because let's face it: I've proved I can read stats and my stats invariably show me that my linking to an older does not lead to your clicking through to that post and reading it; so ... Way to defeat the whole purpose of hyperlinks and

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[Before I even get into the main part of this post, I want to point anyone reading it to this post of mine from back in April, 2010.  In particular, these passages: I ... made the truly startling discovery that  [...] you [...] are not a captive audience.[...] If anything I write here offends you, you are, obviously, free to opt not to come here and read my posts anymore. That may come out

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 I freely confess to being a bit obsessed with blogger's relatively new Stats Tab1, the existence of which is largely why I changed my blog's GR display from Full Frontal (You Ladies get to see my posts' junk) to Truncated (Preview of Posts stops just before the goodies. Sorry, Ladies). You see, I want people to click through to my site so I can see where they are from, who/what sent them, etc.

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That there above is a quote from Pope Barnius Googlius I's Papal Encyclical Hic Est1 which was the first Encyclical he issued and that phrase, as you surely already know, means: "In Heaven they have no beer; that's why we drink it here." I mention this well-known Encyclical— more famous for its compulsive repetition (17 times in 6 paragraphs) of the phrase "Vere amo quis. Voco" [I really LOVE

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This morning, the injured ankle seems almost totally better, which is nice because I was worried, immediately post-fall yesterday, that I had broken it based on the pain ... pain that almost immediately subsided. Today, it's just a nice shade of light purple, is all, but the residual pain, which is next to nothing, in no way interfered with my morning workout (stretching, weights, yoga, 4.1 miles

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I just finished Henry VI Part 3 (3HVI) and am taking great pleasure in the emergence of The Bard I Know and Love — William The Wordsmith,  Shakespeare The Subversive. After reading the trilogy, it has become far clearer to me than it was after reading just Part 1 of HVI that the true hero (or anti-hero) of the plays is language itself; these wouldn't be the last Shakespeare plays about which that

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I just got back from what I had hoped would be an uneventful 5:00 a.m. run but — PROBABLY NOT A SPOILER ALERT AT THIS POINT GIVEN THIS POST'S TITLE!1! —was not because, at exactly the 5.3-mile mark (according to MapMyRun), I tripped and went @$$-over-teakettle onto the pavement. The most visible damage was this: Whew! Fortunately NOT my ... O, let's just say "loving" hand. O wait! YES IT IS!1! [

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I warned you in yesterday's post that I wasn't finished with the lame YERU Posts, so, as promised, here's Part 2, starting with the video, below. Some context: This is Ian and Teh 'Bride trimming our tree. I don't help with that because it's not my cup o' tea. I do, however, put the star on top of the tree. This video is long and boring and I barely edited it at all; the only interesting thing

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[Prologue: You have two clear choices, here: You can either read this whole post, below, or you can glance at this here graphic: Which latter, I promise you, makes the same essential point as all 10,000,000,000 of the words below. If you are very smart, that graphic might also lead you to deduce the basic structure of the benzene molecule. If you are super-duper smart, it will remind you that

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Actually, on mine, because I just completed yet another non-heel-striking run this morning — my third, if you're keeping count at home — and I can still feel it in my calves afterward. I'm pretty sure my calves are getting stronger; they weren't as sore before the run, this time, but they're sore now. Today's run of 5.58 miles in 52:10 (9:24 pace) brought me up to 103.2 for the month and 1116.6

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... and I will, having mapped out a 5.77-mile run on MapMyRun. But before I do that, let me first talk about Shakespeare's Teh Comedy of Errors, which I managed to finish yesterday because I had an unanticipated day off1. Hahahahahaha! You FOOLS!1! I lured you in here with a post title that seemingly promises a running-related topic, but then I pulled the old switcheroo, as Ol' Shakey himself

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I finished Jonathan Franzen's Freedom on the afternoon of Christmas Eve; it's due back at the library on January 3, which means I read the 562 pages1 in under two weeks, which I mention not as a boast2, but just to emphasize what a quick and relatively easy read it is, as literary novels go (however you define "literary"). That is to say, it was quite enjoyable. I could not tell you the last time

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I still have roughly 40 pages of Jonathan Franzen's Freedom left to read. I probably could have finished it last night (it's by no means taxing to read upward of 100 pages of a Franzen novel at one sitting, if you have the time, because he has a pretty readerly style, as opposed to the writerly style of, e.g., Franzen's friend David Foster Wallace) except I didn't do any reading until bedtime

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I should no doubt have my English Major's License to Engage in Critical Exegesis revoked because, in preparation for my stated Year 2011 Goal of Reading ALL of Shakespeare's plays, I just checked the Riverside Shakespeare out of my library and I did that because I had to check it out and the reason for that is I couldn't find my own copy and it goes without saying (or, in this case, goes with

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In a development so ironically apropos that, in retrospect, it seems almost inevitable — seems almost to have been willed into existence by my wide-eyed, innocent post of yesterday — Teh 'Bride, at around 3:00 p.m. yesterday, forwards me the following e-mail that she received from the account of one of Ian's teachers: Dear mom I was being silly and playing with my friends when it was class time

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I guess one not-especially-satisfying partial-definition of parenthood might be: The state of being in a condition of perpetual worry or anxiety. If anyone ever accuses you of being an egotist, one pert-near surefire cure would be to have a kid, because you'll quickly find that there will be someone in your life about whom you care even more than you do for yourself1. Last year, when Ian was in

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In this post, I edited together a series of (mostly well-known) song count-ins and promised to reveal all of them to you. I got to the third revelation and got as bored with this series of posts as you foax evidently were from post one. So to get it over with, here's the video again: And here, in order, are the songs and artists: "I Saw Her Standing There" (Beatles) "Taxman" (Beatles) "Wooly

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Pix already on Teh Interwebs (sent to me by Teh 'Bro):

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I ran 6.34 miles (in 57:30; 9:05 pace) in this weather and I beg to differ with Teh Weather Channel on this "felt like" issue. It was 15 degrees but it FELT LIKE my n*ts@ck had frozen and could be easily shattered into smithereens with one tap of one of those rubber hammer reflex-testing gizmos that doctors have. That's how it felt at 4:45 a.m. __________________________And so but I, armed with

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In a recent post titled "A Brief Excursion Into The Tangled Underbrush of Heisenberg Family History" — a possibly unfortunate choice of potentially charged title words that may well have contributed as much as anything else to my blog's being scoped out, however temporarily, by a Polish Porno site, an issue I hope I have remedied with this current post's more subdued, adianoeta-free title — I

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The last time I rode my pussy-@$$ recumbent exercise bike was May 27, which I noted soon after in this post. After that ride, apparently, I noticed that the bike was all wobbly when I rode and it finally occurred to me to have a closer look at its structural integrity, which turned out not to be as structurally integral as I had hoped it would be; or, to put it another way, the bike was in dire

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Criff Ree!

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I realize that there are only six or at best seven people who endure the pain attendant upon regularly reading this blog and, yes, that fact does cause me at times to wonder why I even bother, as, no doubt, it does you six or seven foax. But then there are things that happen just out of the blue that make it seem all worth while. One of them happened years ago, when Teh Marcy, who is now no

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Even when Donovan first started out and was being unfairly dismissed as a "Scottish Dylan" because of his folksy, Woody Guthrie-influenced style1, his general vibe was already pretty delicate and ethereal — adjectives that, in all likelihood, few would be tempted to associate with Bob Dylan or his music at just about any stage in his career. The differences between Dylan and Donovan are more

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Which is number 3 in the video in this post:

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And now the third song from the count in video in this post (it being, of course, the first song in the video): "I Saw Her Standing There" is the one whose count-in I was referring to when I said that one of the count-ins I included in that video was perhaps the most famous count-in ever. Nobody guessed it, though, so ... whoa. How much do you people suck, huh? The count-in for this song is

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Saw this here.

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All right, the second count-in song, seventh in order in the video, is this gem: "A Muvvuh's Lament". By Cream, no less, on Disraeli Gears. No, not an outtake added on the 30th anniversary CD release, or something like that. This is a song that was on the original album, released in 1967. A great, drunken three-part harmony, barbershop-type number. That's right, the band that is usually

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Calm down, Ladies! I'm not gonna reveal anything interesting, like my nether-goodies. Just the identity of one of the songs in yesterday's Count-In Post. Which I will hereby do, and yeah, even though I'm doing it early in this post? It still qualifies as a sloooooow reveal because it will take me at least another eleven daze to teasingly reveal the rest of the songs; so that's pretty slow. Plus?

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Well, not math, but counting. Today being the first day of December, and December being (as any Chase's Annual Events aficionado would of course know because that reference resource is the first thing you check every time a new month rolls around) "National Song Count-In Month"1, I decided to create a video chock full of song count-ins. Twelve in all: (Synced to a video of Ian fishing for no

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Out of nowhere this holiday weekend I got a letter from a supposed cousin of mine whom I've never met. This would be a cousin on my mother's side, the Quislings, Quisling being Teh 'Mom's maiden name, her father having been Glaven Quisling, born May 15, 1899, which those of you who've cared enough to pay attention will recognize as my birthday as well, except mine happened in 1960. And that — the

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Tuh-hilk! Just a-hangin' out on Teh Intertubes, even though Ah knows there's nuthin' goin' on, whut with it bein' Thanksgiving weekend 'n' all ... Still, it's better than the alternative, which, right now, would be doing exercise. Which I'll eventually do at some point this morning, just not right now. O, here's on thing that might interest you, since I promised I'd tell you when this mystery

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* TITLE FOOTNOTE: First things first: "Anatomy" in this sense: a study of the structure or internal workings of something. So ... no pix of my junk. Sorry, Ladies. ______________________This thing is long1and so I will spare those of you who are interested only in the running stats by giving them right up front so you can skip the rest of this post because, though I haven't even written it yet?

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... trot1. It starts in like 45 minutes. I'll roll outta here in like 20. Teh 'Bride bought me a $1 Bondi Band at a flea market the other day and I was gonna wear it in this race — and had I, it woulda been the first race in which I did not wear one of my two Daniel-san Karete Kid headbands with the oriental characters for "douche satchel" on them — but Ian absolutely would NOT let me because

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You may remember my mentioning a few posts ago that Ian chose, for his birthday, to go to the local Japanese Hibachi restaurant where part of the ritual humiliation is the chef's flinging cooked broccoli at you with his spatula, which broccoli you're supposed to try to catch in your mouth, a game that sprang up, I guess, because it's probably the only way to get otherwise sane people to put

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On Sunday morning, I went for a 10.6 mile run; it was the first double-digit run I've done since October 24. It was at a 9:30 pace. Far from spectacular, but since the idea was to run long (for me), not fast, I think I'll manage to live with that pace. Also this past weekend: On Saturday morning, I went to the Expo for my Little Mid-Northish Joisey Town's incredibly popular Turkey Trot, for to

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In 1992, two years after Teh 'Bride and I married, we bought the house we currently live in, and hope to die in1, from this older couple, probably in their late 80's at the time. The old dude, Mr. W., was a do-it-yourselfer2, and the house was spotless and things were orderly, including, to our amazement, the little 3-foot-wide stream that runs through the backyard. Because I remember in a

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Well, it's Friday, which as you already know from this post is Go Out to Dinner at a Restaurant Night in Teh H'berg Household, and it's also Ian's birthday, PLUS it would have been his turn to chore1 which restaurant to go to even if it weren't his birthday and so it turns out that tonight we'll be going to the local Japanese Hibachi place because Ian loves that place. It's easy to see why. The

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There was always a streak of solipsism a mile1 wide in the lyrics of John Lennon. ("I can show you that when it rains and shines/ It's just a state of mind" (Rain"); "Nothing is real" ('Strawberry Fields Forever"); the true Revolution is when "you ... free your mind instead" ("Revolution").) It should be obvious to anyone even remotely familiar with the details of John's early childhood precisely

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This is what Ian looked like even before we had him: He was one week old and still in Korea, then. That was November, 1999. He would arrive at Newark airport in mid-March 2000. Tomorrow, he'll be 11. Tonight, Teh 'Bride will let him know that one of his birthday presents is that he will be allowed to sleep in our room tonight (on a cot) so he can wake there on his birthday. Believe it or not,

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It was raining hard this morning (the wind and rain actually woke me), but it seems to have slowed considerably, so I may or may not be able to get my planned morning run in. In any case, the rain seems to have put me in some sort of mood. __________________When I came into work this past Monday afternoon just before 1:00 p.m., I was informed that the director's elder sister, Tera, had died. She

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On Sunday I ran a 5k race and I PR'd. I know, Reader, that at this point you want to stop reading temporarily so you can rush down to the comments area to be the FIRST!1! to congratulate me on my awesomosity and then come back up here and look for what you really swung by to see, which is how many mentions my n*ts@ck gets in this post (zero1); or if I say anything about Teh 'Bride; or mention a

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Robert Plant, the lead singer of Led Zeppelin, sometimes became frustrated when Led Zeppelin were dismissed or praised as a heavy metal group, claiming that a full third of Zeppelin's group output was acoustic. I've never stopped to count or categorize each song, but Plant's accounting sounds about right. In fact, Led Zeppelin's third album, cleverly titled Led Zeppelin III, is largely acoustic

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When I was a kid, back in the 1860s, my parents, June and Ward Cleaver Teh 'Mom and Teh 'Dad, would go out to dinner every Friday night. Teh 'Mom was a school teacher in the Philadelphia public school system, and her Friday routine was to do the weekly grocery shopping for the family (consisting of the 'rents and us seven kids1) right after work; and so on Fridays she would get home at like 5:30

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Pert-near every year, I let my hair grow pretty long1, thinking, despite all previous evidence to the contrary, that this time I'll have flowing locks that'll turn me into one of those of Long-Haired, Manly Hardbodies who shirtlessly adorn the cover of Romance novels, or, failing that, Bromance-With-Benefits novels, because I assume there are such things and that at some point in the near future

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Yesterday, I ended up writing about what I called the "charming fuck-ups" in certain Beatles songs1. As is the case with most of my posts, that is not exactly what I intended to discuss when I first sat down to type. I had intended to talk about "She's a Woman" — specifically about how it's a great song despite its truly embarrassingly bad lyrics. So it's a charming fuck-up of a song, but I

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If you thought based on the title of this post that it was going to be about me, the joke's on you because I'm not charming! Hahahahahahaha! No, it's gonna be about the Beatles, of course. You1 can't call the Beatles "fuck-ups" in general2 because they rarely fucked up, releasing great song after great song, and great album after great album. But within those songs and albums, you can hear

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I'm re-reading my post of yestermorn (which is how Shakespeare would say it, I guess) and I can't believe how thoroughly I fucked myself1. Logical What-The-Fucks? Guh? And I promised to make all of that shit relevant to Hamlet somehow. Man! What was I smoking2? Plus, at some point after I uploaded that post, I took another look at this: 3 In the same way that, in math, "2+2=43a" [...] 3a

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In the early 20th century, a new school of philosophy, Logical Positivism, came into being in Europe — originating in Austria and Germany — and became very influential; becoming, in fact, the leading modern philosophical school of thought for a few decades. The logical positivists were greatly influenced by Ludwig Wittgenstein's Tractatus — it's probably not overstating the case to say the

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Hahahahahaha! You nasty-minded readers probably think that post title means I'm gonna discuss ... um ... let's just say "the act of self-pleasuring". You people disgust me. I am not that lowbrow an animal. What it means is, despite having already written eleventy billion words on the play a mere two daze ago, I'm gonna discuss Othello yet again, specifically in relation to the burning1 issue

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Yesterday was Teh 'Bride's and my 19th wedding anniversary and I didn't even mention it on this blog. Therefore. Je M'Accuse: I Am a Bad Husband.

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By the time you read this — which (and this may sound arrogant) you will do because if you're reading this, I got news for you: You're reading this!1! — its title, currently "NOT a '10 On 10/10 Race Report'", may have changed because this post'll probably be long and I might not finish it before I leave, in less than one-and-a-half hours, for my 10k race this morning and so (follow me, here) I

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Okay so first of all to get this out of the way: I ran 6.31 miles at a 9 minute pace this morning to bring my monthly total up to 94.42 miles, so I have to run just a little over 5 and a half miles tomorrow to get to 100 for the month. And it's supposed to rain tomorrow. Fucking weather. _____________So the other day I finish my last shift of the month on QandA-NJ (state-wide, online chat-type

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