Spitball Army

This morning, my radio alarm clock announced the arrival of a new day with the strains of a string quartet. I lay in bed trying to identify whose quartet it was. It sounded like Beethoven, perhaps even Brahms.

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The Monday after Labor Day, I went for a swim and was greeted upon submersion with a mouthful of briny water.

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Am strangely tired, and would dearly like to spend the night in my own bed, nice as that feather bed at the Charles was.

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The Critical Mass ride on Friday attracted the largest group yet in Birmingham, according to one of the regulars, who told me that the group was only begun here this past February.

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Number of times my cat Ziggy screamed for his breakfast: 37 (which is 2,716 in Cat).

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They put the patient under anesthesia and cut away a piece of the skull just above the tumor. They then awaken the patient, and probe the area around the tumor to see exactly which parts of the brain are crucial for normal functioning.

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The story’s author, Bonnie Tsui, chose to focus on four very different travel companies and the experiences they provide. Swim Art, for instance, leads swimmers to both salt-water (the San Francisco Bay around Alcatraz) and fresh-water (Lake Tahoe) locales in northern California, and the London-based SwimTrek offers a two-day swimming expedition down the Thames River that incorporates frequent rest stops at riverside pubs (for local color, I suppose, and “re-fueling”).

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I could even see the marks left by the raindrops on your stationery. It must have been quite cozy inside that tent while it was raining. Brings back memories of the night on the St. Croix when we shared a tent together.

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Today I was sidelined with the incapcitating numbies, which is what I am calling the non-specific dizzyness and lethargy that I am associating with a cold. I also can’t sit still in one place today. So I am taking the opportunity to spend the afternoon in my office, clearing out the crap.

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Langford made a show of “humility” over this past weekend by spewing fire and brimstone about the city’s crime rate while wearing a burlap sack over his Nike-insignia’d sport shirt, under a large banner bearing his name.

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