Or is it Blaine Younger?
It seems our friend Aaron Traffas has been a bit of a blogging machine of late. Maybe he is a Massey and will never quit. If this is the blogging championship, he will surely throw a bearing and spark the field afire, ruining his chances of ever matching the G blog.
I am happy to report I too was watching KU dismantle, uh, Memphis on Monday...in Lawrence...and yes, I was one 45,000 people on Mass Street at midnight. Spectacular. If I had even minimal photo editing skills I would send some grist captured through the lens of my camera that night. I am sure you can YouTube it for hours.
Speaking of that colossal time suck, I spent most of the afternoon working and listening to a Scott Miller show on there. Neat stuff. Check out Scott Miller Studio 865.
"My old man could be your dad's old man/ he lied about his age so he could fight Japan..."
If you get a chance, check out "The Calm" by a friend of mine down here at www.myspace.com/jivetownjimmy
Sad. Depressing. Beautfiul.
I realize this has turned into a rambling of sorts. Sorry for you linear types out there. For the spastic-random, you should be right with me.
Heading to Hot, Hot, Hot Springs tomorrow for a three day writing retreat. I am responsible. Scary.
Better get back to work.
"The reflection keeps me facing the other way."