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New season

14tedfoo New season

Absolutely gorgeous day. The sun is warm but the breeze is strong enough to be constantly cooling the sweat on my body, making me feel delicious and young.

As Rhen and I took our leisurely stroll around the lake it suddenly occurred to me that there is a season between summer and fall. Sure, you could call it “late summer” but it doesn’t really quite capture the feel of those days. And it would be lamely boring.

This season is the smell of freshly sharpened pencils. The clattering of diesel school bus engines, idling at stop signs, taking the kids for their last of the summer fieldtrips. It’s clothes shoopping with mom. Brand new socks. Standing around campfires with friends. It’s Death Cab for Cutie on your car stereo. It’s holding hands with your sweetheart. Passing notes written in code and two hour phone calls that are cut short. It’s holding your baby and whispering secrets into his ear, while watching the lake ripple.

Now if I could only keep this mofo going

Huh? Two posts in one week. Not too shabby considering the last time I regularly updated this blog the world was celebrating the fall of the Berlin Wall.

According to the so called stats package that tracks traffic on my blog, there were 865 unique people that visited my site last month. And I appreciate each and everyone of you that stopped by. Just like Fred Rogers said, “I like you just for being you.”

The scary part is that 865 people showed up at tedfoo.net last month expecting something. Not a post dated 2 months ago. MIA. 865 people is about 8 mega-sections (auditorium-sized classrooms) at a university. On average about 3 to 5 people make a comment on my blog, which keeps in line with my university mega-section analogy. A mega-section is the sound of 100 hung over college students sleeping and 5 non-traditional students voices occassionally booming over the hushed snoring, sometimes waking the professor holding the early morning nap session.

The problem is Flickr. The comment stream is pretty much where I blow my creative writing wad each day. So, unless I have a paragraph long insight on an alternative band from the 90s or Rhen does something incredibly cute, I’m pretty much tapped out. Nothing left to do except surf blogs that are more prolific in the writing department and not wasting their time on Flickr.

Speaking of mocha. I quit drinking coffee in order to save my delicate Ming vase of a stomach from further upset. It was easier than I thought. I’ve been drinking one cup of tea each morning as a pathetic substitute. I’ve gone through terrible lengths to convince myself that I like it. It’s good if I dump a pound of sugar into my cup. Really really good.

Now for the family business. So thanks Paula. I’ve been using the Twinings out of the tea bus you got me for Christmas.

Oh. And shortly you will have what you’ve been seeking. When are you coming down for a visit?

A damn good feeling

Yesterday while watching the Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood I decided to sing along to It’s Such a Good Feeling.

“And when you wake up ready to say,
“I think I’ll make a snappy new day.”
It’s such a good feeling, a damn good feeling,
The feeling you know that we’re friends.”

C_ laughed. A real laugh too. I guess it was one of those things where you had to be there to truly appreciate the humor of it.

Early to bed, early to rise and that sucks

Last night I was genuinely exhausted when I went to bed. Fell asleep right away. I was like, “Weeeee, I’m getting 8 hours of sleep tonight!” Haha. Acid stomach flashback. I can’t believe how it will totally disrupt sleep. It doesn’t seem like any medicine will work either. All the antacids I dump down there seem to go somewhere else. Lazy stupid antacids.

Testing 1, 2, 3

Man. It’s been a long ass time since I’ve done the blogging bit. First off, I apologize. Computer hardware problems killed an entire week. Not that I would’ve written but it’s a viable excuse. Well it was an excuse.

Not much going on in our neck of the woods. We’ve got some serious summer going on. Everyone’s out exercising, working on remodeling projects and mowing lawns. The sweet sounds of summer. Lawn mower engines and the sound of hammers driving nails.

Lost ended the season in complete confusion and mystery. More questions. I’m sure Locke and Mr. Eko are okay. Charlie seemed unconcerned and he was at the site of the blast. I wonder if the key Desmond turned reversed the polarity of the magnet? I suppose I could check the fuselage or the transmission for further analysis but I think I’ll just let hang out there in my head. Anyways I love that frickin’ show. Too bad it’s a summer of repeats.

Haha. Okay. Here’s a new one. The beginning of June always brings change to our neighborhood. New renters. The first night is generally a rambunctious one in the neighborhood and you can learn quite a bit about um, their lifestyle choices as the evening progresses. Keg stand in the front lawn anyone?

Our young renters last night surprised us. Tiki torch–check. Chillin’ on upholstered ghetto porch couch–check. Beverages–check. Reading books and doing homework–wtf? Planting flowerbed in front of porch–huh? Haha. I’ve now seen it all. I’m quite pleased actually but suspicious.

Nothing big this weekend. Just chill. Werd to yer mother.

My 15 minutes

Hey hey! It’s been a long time since I blogged any sort of blogging, so here’s my chance. Woke up with big icky acid stomach at three in the morning. I didn’t even try going back to sleep. I just got up, threw a load of laundry in the wash and started some coffee. I’m tired but I can’t stand the thought of laying down in bed and waiting for my stomach to settle.

So, not much going on. About a month ago I became a near internet phenomenon on Flickr. Check out the tributes entitled, “being tedfoo“. I can really thank The 10 Cent Designer for the 15 minutes of infamy.

Hey, I’m too lazy to check the WordPress Codex, but does anyone know how to effectively kill comment spam? Boy, does moderating that stuff get old quickly. Thank God for the “mark all as spam” button. Still I go through them to make sure there isn’t actually a legitimate comment lost in the mess. After your first comment is approved, then it skips the moderation queue. Right Heather?

What else, do I have for you? Oh. I believe my beloved trackball mouse is dying. He’s made my life on the web so easy. I’m going to replace him, but only with something that is his equal.

Sounds like the laundry is done with its cycle. I’m listening to Neko Case’s album, Fox Confessor Brings the Flood. It’s really good. I like it. It makes me feel like I should be living in a small efficiency apartment in Uptown Minneapolis that has Christmas lights strung up over my bed.