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22Dec/110

Tolwyn and Dupuytren’s Contracture

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As some of you may know, I've been afflicted with Dupuytren's Contracture for about 3 years now. This disease progressed to the point where I could no longer enjoy playing the piano and other day-to-day activities. I had the surgery on December 15, 2011 and on December 20th they removed the bandages and fitted me for a splint. You can follow my progress on my Facebook Album.



14Oct/110

Happy 10th Birthday, Sweetheart!

Happy Birthday, love-bug. You're awesome.



29Sep/110

Alexis Lunch Stories

My daughter is almost 10 years old. She's downstairs right now making her lunch for tomorrow. This is a full-contact sport as she continually wants me to participate. I don't mind this interaction, but by its very nature it's something you have to put aside all time for.

For example. Chopsticks are made from bamboo. Tomato goop is okay on sandwiches as long as there isn't too much of it. Bacon bits can be substituted for actual bacon, and (most importantly) jalapeno Cheetos go really good when placed upon a tuna-fish sandwich. It's a crunchy wonderful challenging taste cornucopia for the pre-teen taste palette.



30Jul/110

Thy name is idiom…

There's this saying that pretty much defines my life. No matter what I do it seems like it's the wrong thing to do.

My wife was coming home today from working really hard in Spokane. I knew we were doing yard work, and I knew her parents were coming over to get some lilac, etc. Now, I'm the first to tell you I'm not a green thumb. I despise yard work. But I knew that we were going to be doing some weeding, I was supposed to do some spraying, and I really wanted to impress her that I was out at least trying to show that I knew what I was doing.

Instead of just doing what I was supposed to do, I decided to pull some "weeds." Now, I use the term "weeds" thusly: any plant-like material that isn't near any other plant-like material planted on purpose. Meaning, if I see something away from the rest of the group, I'm pulling the sumbitch. My wife did the same thing a few weeks earlier... she called them "suckers" or something like that... meaning a plant pee'd into the wind and an offspring sprouted up where we didn't want one.

I'm out there attempting my best, pulling this and that, got the spray stuff down from the garage, and I wanted to look really "husband-like" when she drove up (she's kinda hard to please, you see). As it turns out, I pulled the lilac that she wanted for her family. I didn't know, it was growing 6 feet away from any other plant. I figured it was a straggler, and I was doing my due diligence getting my Herbert Spencer on.

I'm writing this post because I got summarily dismissed to the house lest I fuck something else up. Sigh...

8Jul/111

Love, of All Things

It's not like me to post something so personal. Maybe I'm just getting older, or my own life experiences are equating to me thinking about such things more often. But I was thinking about how to articulate love into a metaphor that could be universally understood. Here's what I came up with. Read all about it after the jump (click the title).

29Jan/111

Backing off of Facebook

Although I know I don't spend an inordinate amount of time on Facebook, I've realized that it just isn't for me. Maybe it isn't for anyone around my age. I've had this site for over 16 years, and I know I've been neglecting it long enough. Facebook is great for High School reunions, maybe finding that buddy of yours you grew up with, but using it as a blogging platform is sketchy at best.

As my friend Colin Cowherd says, "I try to avoid sketch." My music and thoughts should be centralized to one platform, and that platform has always been this site.

21Sep/100

Robin Olds, Fighter Pilot

I just got through reading the amazing memoirs of Brigadier General Robin Olds, "Fighter Pilot" written by his daughter, Christina Olds. I met Christina at this year's Airventure in Oshkosh, WI. Her stories about her father immediately compelled me to buy the book.

Her father was the epitome of the true Fighter Pilot. A triple-ace (serving in both WW2 and Vietnam).

Robin Olds is probably the greatest aerial warrior America ever produced.  He is the real deal, a fighter pilot's fighter pilot, a consummate military professional, a natural, charismatic leader, and a true, heroic servant of our republic.  His autobiography tells it like it was... and provides written proof why the people who served with him made him a legend.  That men like Olds chose to wear our nation's uniform does high honor to the profession.  I confidently predict that this book will be an instant classic.

30Mar/100

Flattery Times One Hundred

JD Herrera, a young man from Italy, has been covering some songs from Memento Mori II from Doom2. One of them is And Blood Will Spill by yours truly. I did this back in 1997. It's humbling and exciting to hear someone else do your music.

8Nov/090

Barracuda!

My 8-year old daughter has joined the local swim team. She's always loved the water and swimming, but I was amazed at her time in the 50 yard freestyle. Just under 58 seconds. She literally left ever other swimmer in her age group... in the dust. Wow.

27Oct/090

Roller Skating

Dreams sure are a wierd thing. When I dream, they are epic. Not some fleeting fanciful 30 second whimsy, but rather they seem to be hour-long journeys. Last night I went roller skating. And it seemed very real. I'm a good skater, to be blunt (not the in-line variety). I was on the speed team when I was a kid, etc. But I haven't donned a pair  in close to twenty years. Last night, phycisally, I felt like I really had on a pair of skates, and believe today I could pick it back up easily.

I also got to see my late father, Quimby, which was nice. Great to see dad again. He would drive me and a buddy or two Wednesday to the local rink for years when I was a child. I miss that.