May 2nd, 2005
|09:09 am - First basemen, motorbikes, ice, and Palm IIIcs|
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Elements from my dream that are real:
John Olerud signed a minor-league contract with the Red Sox yesterday. And he was released from the Yankees at some point prior. And they stopped winning after he was injured in the ALCS. Any conclusions dream me may have drawn from this are purely subjective.
All geography is real, except for the part where the street turns into a corridor that still looks like the street, but is less icy.
My valuations of the Palm IIIc are right on the money. Same numbers I'd quote you awake.
Elements from my dream that are off:
Table in a parking lot of an apartment complex where my grandmother hasn't lived since I was 14.
A-Rod at said table.
car -> motorbike -> walk
Today is not Tuesday
Today is not icy, even in Boston. Although it might be a bit nippy in Detroit where the Sox are playing.
Someone trying to out-gadget me. Me! Unthinkable! Inconceivable! Male geeks don't try to out gadget me, what chance to these hoity-toity. fashion-plate females have.
Me? "Upgrade" to a Palm IIIc? In what universe does that make sense?
Current Mood: curious
|11:31 am - High tech just turns me on, from my video to my radio|
Thinking about Doug Flutie.
I understand why Doug Flutie is with New England, just as I understood why Ellis Burkes played with the Boston Red Sox last year. Because this is home. It's where you want to wind down your career and make peace with the end of your professional career.
When John Milton was going blind, he must have grieved for his career as a writer, but he had an option. His daughter gave up her freedom to help him continue to do what he loved most. She read to him, and she transcribed his writings for him. No one can play for Ellis or Doug. When a professional ball player is done, the best he can do is hang on as a manager like Mike Scioscia and Orel Hershiser, transition to an ancillary role like reporting or commentating on sports like Dennis Ecksersley, Boomer Eisiason, and as I just discovered last week, Joe Magane, damn I miss him, or fade into the woodwork. (I know you're thinking of the George Foreman grill, right now, and I agree, shilling something or other is, of course, an option, but not an exclusive one. Johnny Pesky is both hawking windows, and working with the club. Phil Rizzuto, and Harry Carey managed both broadcasting careers and spokesman careers.) The one thing you don't want to be doing is working at Sears selling Lady Kenmores. "Sears sucks, Crash."
Doug Flutie and Ellis Burkes gave time, effort, energy, and love to this city. Why wouldn't they want to come back for one last season in the sun. More to the point, why wouldn't we embrace them? Don't we owe them that? More than owe them, don't we want to see them shine again? Here. Where it counts.
Time to push the sun back into the sky for just one more game.
Current Mood: gloomy
Current Music: Various Artists - Our Lips Are Sealed
|04:36 pm - Even if I want to turn around, in this position I don't think I could|
MON: Shop for mother's day (yeah, yeah, I know. I'm uninspired.) and Nat's birthday present.
TUES: Go to lain_mac's house and play with kids and cameras.
WED: Go with lensedsqo to get a massage from karnil at Delia's De-stress Center.
THURS: Having worked all that tension off, time to put it back on. Dinner with out of town guests.
FRI: You know what Friday is. SLEEP, and little slice of heaven.
SAT: Texas Hold-Em at anjillmarie's.
SUN: Mother's Day with the in-laws.
Current Mood: curious