My high school had a football team, but they were called the Peglegs, had a wheelchair-bound coach, and I’m pretty sure they never won a game. I went to the homecoming game my freshman year but it was so depressingly bad that I left early. I never really understood football’s appeal.
I hope you won’t think less of me for this cop-out “day in the life” post. Or for my crappy self-maintenance abilities.
Seen this article from the NYT? A Milwaukee farmer just got a Macarthur “genius grant.” The full list of winners is here. So many of them are so young! I guess geniuses start early, huh?
When I came back to Austin a couple of weeks ago, a preemptive nostalgia settled over me. Only a year left! I’ll only live in this city until May 23, 2009! Only so many trips to Barton Springs left to take, only so much coffee left to drink. In less than a year, I will [...]