Reader Response

A old friend checks in from West Chester:

"Also, I read your blog on Friday and saw that you posted a seme-rhetorical question regarding the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and its status as a universal party night. I agree, that particular Wednesday has always been most active in the Ridgewood area; however, in my recent travels to America Sr (England), America Jr. (Canada), Pennsyltucky, and home at the Dirty Bird I have noticed that Wednesdays, in general, have taken on a new life all their own. After long years studying "Frat Style" I am in a position to assert that Wednesdays are the "Weekend Reset Button." This means that "Fun Wednesdays" or "Hump Days" (as they are called by us working stiffs) can be used to complete any act that was not completed during the previous weekend (ie. 5PM Thursday to Monday Night Football). These deeds were not accomplished due to insufficient stamina, drive, or ambition stemming from the excessive use of Alcohol, and Marijuana. Cocaine is never at fault. It is ill advised to use Wednesday night as the jump-off for your weekend."

I think that says it all.

Tennis Channel

Just ordered the Tennis Channel and loving it. Twenty Four hours of tennis! Well, except for the wee hours when they show infomercials. But other than that it is awesome. For example, I got to see a classic match from 1997 between a young Pat Rafter and Mchael Chang. It was the kind of match you don’t see much any more: Rafter always coming to the net, whether by serving and volleying or chipping and charging and Chang scrambling to every ball.

But this weekend they showed the Davis Cup Final between Croatia and Slovakia. Last night there was great doubles match and today the reverse singles. I won’t tell you who won. You can check Espn.com for that. But I will share a cute bit of nostalgia.

See, I lived in the Czech Republic for a year, and this Davis Cup was played in Slovakia. The two countries, who once made up Czechoslovakia share much in common including many words in respective languages. So, my minimal Czech skills were able to understand the Umpire when he asked the crowd to be quiet. “Prosim, Prosim.” He said, meaning, “Please, please.” It brought a smile to my face to hear Czech/Slovak again. “Prosim,” is a word that has many uses. It can mean, “Please” as in please be quiet. Or it can be used as a “thank you” by after a transaction. There were a lot of other ways it could be used, and us ignorant American English Teachers never quite knew exactly how or why it could be used and when. But we occasionally figured that we would say when we didn’t know what to say in hopes it would make sense. We found that funny. I guess you had to be there.

Some Thoughts from a Lazy Friday

I'm getting a little irritated with the whole alternate side parking thing. Waking up at eight kinda sucks when one is trying to get extra sleep to beat a nasty head cold. And despite being tired, I never get much sleep during the hour and half in between moving the car.

But big news! My new full sized bed came. I was all worried that it wouldn't come, or something would go wrong. But the two moving guys came right up, set it up in five minutes flat, and were out the door. Now I have a beautiful new bed with plenty of room to roll around.

Now it's off to tennis. Good day all.

Just Like a Real Blog

So I know, i took a long hiatus, but now i'm back and plan to blog just about everyday, even if I have nothing particularly interesting to say. I'm thinking that's a good thing. Anyway, here are some recent highlights.

Basketball and Backless Sweaters: Where I visit sick friends, enjoy a game at the garden, and crash a L.ES. apartment party.

Acting: Where I try my hand at acting. rated PG 13 at least!

MTV Dating Show: Where I get interviewed to go on a dating show. (not as cool as it sounds)

I Slam Chris: Here's where I get back at Chris for his constant mocking!

Enjoy the Notes

enough of this

All right, no more updates. Let's just get back to reality. I am almost totally well and can't wait to have a big drinking night, it has just been too long. My new bed comes tomorrow, or at least is scheduled to be delivered- cross your fingers for me. and lets see, my roommate has a cat named schmoopie who is pretty much scared of everything- that's my kind of cat.