Monthly Archives: September 2013

the ungrateful dead

I’m dead, but I don’t know it. (he’s dead! he’s dead!) — the prophet randy newman — Trotted and walked a steady pace through 4.25 miles on the whale loop. Finished up, felt fine. Looked at hr report afterward, only … Continue reading

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The facts as we know them

1. Mo admitted on Friday that she’s always had a thing for Smokey the Bear and I have no chance of competing. 2. Tonight, I cropped the holy hell out of a handout photo from the National Park Service. Sometimes … Continue reading

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The calm before the storm before the other calm

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mo’s first boyfriend

Mo grew up in Seattle. She had never been to San Angelo before I came along. And yet. As we drove into the state park here, she ran into her childhood boyfriend. What are the odds of this? Where’s Jenster … Continue reading

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how do you say “freakin’ knee” in italian?

We could both wear cowboy hats and pretend that we could speak Italian. — the prophet roger clyne — In case you were wondering whether listening to “Morning Edition” and a metronome at the same time is a good idea, … Continue reading

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elevated flavor

Elevated flavor tastes suspiciously like fez monkey pee. (p.s. we just watched the “sun tea” episode of 30 rock, which confirms my suspicions.)

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it’s all for the vest

me: I think I’m switching back to the old running vest. mo: Why? me: I just realized that the phone pouch is far enough to the side that when I fall and crush my ribs, the phone will be OK. … Continue reading

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