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She said she built a wall against me, dared me to get over it. She thought that was it, maybe.

“I’m just looking for something simple,” she said.

“Amazing how few cars are here at night,” I said. There were four lanes, all empty. I wished the mexican place was still open.

“Is that okay?” she asked.

“Wait, what are you looking for?”

“Love. And it’s not here. I need a warrior.”

I think it’s less about finding love, and more about getting rid of the barriers you’ve built against it.

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Triple Shot.

Canada’s history magazine is called “The Beaver.” I would hate to do google image searches for past articles.


My brother sent me an e-mail that he was checking out at the grocery store and the clerk saw his ID and said, “Oh, are you related to Tim Sullivan!?” My brother said yes, that we were brothers. and the cashier said, “Oh! I used to take his yoga classes!”

“Were they any good?” my brother asked.

“Of course! I love Tim!”

“We must be talking about a different Tim Sullivan,” my brother said.

Thanks for the e-mail bro.


Me:  Crap.  I need some triple shots.  I don’t have anything written down.

Ellen: Sorry. I wasn’t very funny this week.

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Here’s my last week:

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January – Maisons Laffitte under snow.

February – He who jumps off bridges in Paris is in Seine.

March – Arthur leaps skyward.

April – Cinque Terre, Italy. Hiking… it’s only walking… for 7 hours. Bring proper footwear and a bottle of water.

May – Sunset over North Lake, Grand Junction, Michigan.

June – Late night lights on the expressway, Chicago.

July – Urban spelunking, Gary, Indiana.

August – Bean time, Chicago.

September – Welcome to the new bookshop, Austin, Texas.

October – Dim lights for Halloween.

November – This caused injury. Most initiations do.

December – Five days of a white Christmas. New Years Day in short sleeves.

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I bought the fancy orange juice at the grocery store today, the one in the glass bottle that isn’t from concentrate.

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night to get my oj fix. Groggy, I reached into the fridge, reached for the glass bottle, and instead chugged down eight ounces of our month old white wine we keep for cooking. And yes, it was eight ounces before my half asleep self realized it wasn’t orange juice.

I shrugged. It’ll help me sleep.


The Chicago Bears fight song was written in 1941 and is still played after every time the Bears score, even on safeties.

The composers second most remember song, “If I knew you were comin’, I’d a baked a cake.”


I was telling Ellen that yesterday, I hadn’t eaten all day and I had to run a whole bunch of errands and didn’t have time to stop, and barely had any cash in my wallet and just needed something quick before work. There was a Taco Bell right next to where I work so I ducked inside. The had a plastic thing on the counter where you could donate money to some charity, but if you caught your donation on the little plastic circle, you’d win a free taco, drink, or meal, depending on if you caught a nickel, dime or quarter. I dropped my quarter in, and won myself a taco salad.

Ellen asked me, “Was it good?!”

I said, “No. It tasted like improv acting classes in 7th grade”

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Rootin’ in Tejas.

Hey all,

I apologize for my absence. It’s been quite the little journey. My Ma, my Pa, Jeremy, and I shuttled our new friend Craig the U-haul trailer all the way from north to south, from Chicago, Illinois to Austin, Texas.

On the way…

The arch over St. Louis overlooking the grand Mississip, gateway from east to west.

…many a gas station.  I call this picture “Car Wash in America.”

Oklahoma showed us big skies, trucks and giant Indians.

And now all the way to the Lone Star State.

I’ve got a new job, new apartment, new roommate, and enough home baked bread to raise the temp to just over 105 degrees.  

Sorry to everyone for the lack of updates, but I’m back.  Thanks to all who visited and for all the notes while I was away.

If you know the perfect taco wagon or somewhere else I need to check out in Austin, don’t hesitate.

Until tomorrow mes amis.

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