Spitball Army

Joe Cocker sings for the clear-headed:

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At this point in the monologue, Gray has met with realtor Jamie d’Angelo at least once to investigate purchasing his decrepit cabin in the mountains, thinking that it would make an ideal, rustic setting, perfect for inspiring his writing career. Upon closer inspection, the house is rife with serious problems, including – but not limited to – a furnace in the attic, a shifting foundation, and a porch that is travelling away from the building. Gray has asked d’Angelo to arrange repairs to the home, while at the same time soliciting some of the same people to do the work.

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It was a busy day today, and I was on the move for most of it. The constant? My iPod was working overtime, and though I did listen to a couple of albums full through, it was mostly a Shuffle-All-Songs day. The little random song machine did a bang-up job of entertaining me. Here are some of the day’s lesser-known musical highlights that you might enjoy as well as I did:

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This photograph was taken at the Boston Hatch Shell, during an outdoor shoot for the film Yes, Giorgio, in June of 1981.

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Swimming lessons in the morning were followed by an hour or two on the monkey bars, which were followed by splashing and diving at the pool which, in turn, led to swinging and teeter-tottering into the twilight hours. But for me, ultimately, the emphasis was on the happenings at the swimming pool. I was a water baby.

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“Hello, Honey, this is Joe!”

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I was not prepared for the emotional wallop contained in this seemingly simple documentary about Tennessee middle school students studying the Holocaust.

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I apparently am much too liberal with my YouTube “favorite” button. After clearing out several videos that were really good once, I was left with ten really interesting clips. Here are three of them.

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As described, muttering under the breath would be less audible than breathing which, in most cases, would be about as loud as silence. If the mutterance were not meant to be heard, I imagine that the mutterer would merely think it.

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Marge, Helena, and I had fun down town last night. Had our dinner together and then saw a cute movie, but I’ve seen enough pictures now to last me a long time.

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