We survived the hurricane safe and sound with no damage to the house. It was a weird night. Our power went down around 9 PM the night the storm hit. I don't we had that much rain, certainly not the foot of rain they predicted, but the winds were wild! It felt the house was standing in the middle of a wind tunnel. The trees were waving like poppies in a field. I had to really coax the dog to go out to relieve herself--smart dog, dumb owner--and as I walked her to the backyard, I kept my eye ...
Updated 11-01-2012 at 12:00 AM by Virgil
Hello Forumites, It has been a while since I last communicated with everyone through one of my self-indulgent blog posts. Unfortunately, I don't really have any pressing concerns to spill my heart out about, which leaves that most mundane of blog genres: the update. Leaving aside my romantic misadventures in recent days, I've enjoyed the experience of meeting lots of new people through my MA cohort. As a Montreal local, I get to play the role of guide quite often, ...
Hey I just noticed in the new format, one can embed videos. Let me be the first blogger to do so. As you may have heard, The Rolling Stones are in their 50th anniversary as a band and are going to have a mini celebration tour. So far two sites with two dates each are scheduled: The O2 Arena in London at the end of November (25th and 29th) and the Prudential Center in Newark, NJ in December (12th and 15th). As some may know, I am a huge Rolling Stones fan, and December 15th is ...
Updated 10-21-2012 at 01:28 AM by Virgil
I hate to write an angry blog. I have so many ideas for positive blogs just waiting to be written (Walt Whitman’s poetry, the great baseball season the Baltimore Orioles had this year, coping with Matthew’s terrible twos, etc.) but time and laziness has prevented me from writing them. But venting is an incredible motivator, and so this one gets written. Be aware this is a work related blog, so names have been changed and details are avoided for internet anonymity. Not even sure if anyone here ...
Life is some kind of hideous machine Lungs pumping air into me like a bellows My heart a ticking time bomb in my chest I am too aware of what I am Caught in an illusion of time A paradox, I am dead Must be why I'm so cold From the inside out I don't sleep anymore Because I'm not real
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