Talk Like a Pirate Day!

In honor of September 19 being Talk Like a Pirate Day, me hearties, click here to read this entire site in a more piratical frame of mind.

Thems that clicks will be the lucky ones.

Big Apple Randomnities

Also known as “I really should have dug Jenn’s camera out a few more times.”

“Everything to Me” video

The video for “Everything to Me,” the first single off of Liz Phair’s new album, Somebody’s Miracle, is now at Yahoo! Music.

(Exasperatingly, it doesn’t seem to work with Firefox. This is what I keep Internet Explorer around for: those once a month instances where a site only seems to work with IE.)

Home again, home again, jiggity jig

Well, I’m back.

Sunday, we discussed the proper amount of baking soda for pancakes, I had my one hot coffee for the year, walked around some more and had a Reuben (well, it was a panini Reuben — even this most sacred of sandwiches is not immune to being swept up in the New York trendy food of the moment).

Joel’s friend Jeff and his lovely significant other came over to visit. Beginning in early October, they’ll be in Tanzania for a year, tracking the distribution of AIDS medication in sub-Saharan Africa. That said, Jeff was horrified that I would be flying out to Southern California. I’m pretty sure these sorts of attitudes are how the east/west rap wars started.

Then I caught a plane, whereupon I read most of my brother’s copy of Freakanomics, in the hopes of ripping off some of their good questions as jumping off points for articles of my own. When someone builds that particular better mousetrap, rest assured I will be the first one to their door.

Once back on Californian soil, I was rewarded with 1) my hot and sexy wife, 2) no humidity, 3) a Double Double, Animal Style.

It’s good to be home.

… it’s Saturday Night

Just got back to Casa Yarbrough East.

Today, we walked about 10 miles. New Yorkers are insane about walking, although it does keep the sort of morbidly obese folks you see in the rest of the country to a real minimum here.

We walked to the Brooklyn Superhero Supply Company (I bought a t-shirt and a poster map of New York with locations of superheroic interest conveniently marked) …

Walked to see Ground Zero at the World Trade Center …

And walked through the Feast of San Gennaro (the patron saint of Naples) in Little Italy, where I had some decent lasagna.

I think the New Yorkers are screwing with me about this being mild humidity.