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stuff
- let it grow until peace comes
- living with an artist yin/yang
- yeah. what he said.
- hat’s that
- just another morning conversation, part 76
- i have no idea where my beanie is
- Review: New Balance Beacon vs. Hoka Carbon X
- In my defense, they’re HEATH Klondike bars
- marriage yin/yang
- god shuffled her feet
- life on the arizona trail
- life is funny, part 385
- things i wish i had said, part 81
- brothers, the happy ending
- brothers, part 18
- brothers, part 17
- brothers, part 16
- brothers, part 15
- brothers, part 14
- brothers, part 13
- once upon an elevator
- fresh foam indeed
- saints and saguaros
- just another morning conversation, part 75
- We could have had a pygmy goat
- Blade loved a good story
- i just wanted to drive around
- the longest mile (ok, three-tenths)
- the shirt
- foam rubber, usa
- life is funny, part 384
- down in the cellar in the Boho zone
- life with an artist, part 18
- we’re all in the mood for a melody
- taxing times
- i hope she was wearing her helmet
- whatever happened to owsley?
- it’s all downhill from here
- life lessons
- the last time i saw richard
- life is funny, part 383
- just another morning conversation, part 74
- things i wish i had said, part 80
- brothers, part 12
- arrrrgh indeed
- roger
- brothers, part 11
- smith boys breaking stuff
- brothers, part 10
- lost in translation
- i can see those visions dancing
- my expensive church service
- hanzo huraches and me
- the day Rudolph saw snow
- my life as a hipster dog
- weather or not
- radiant shimmering light
- anne who?
- a leap of faith
- allbirds are not created equal
- but no springsteen
- and my backhand sucks
- dreamers
- bastards
- my early valentine
- piñata yada yadda
- ice see what you did there
- i heart sunglasses
- layoffs
- mario and me
- the ultra minimalist steeplechase
- trailing off
- boris the bat boy
- it never gets easier
- the Year of Fleshman
- stuff
- things i wish i had said, part 79
- the best dog is a rescue dog
- life is funny, part 382
- trees
- life
- and then
- eulogy
- walking
- life is funny, part 381
- life with an artist, part 17
- me and loretta
- My streak
- i am a murderer
- don juan is where you find him
- but no sightings of flying monkeys
- shoes, part 2
- or not
- bring back the Magic Carpet
- don’t take fez for an answer
- life is funny, part 380
- papa we’ll go sailing
- the quotable mo sheppo, part 23
- marley
- the keys to a good marriage, part 8
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Monthly Archives: November 2017
just another morning conversation, part 72
mo: I can’t find my phone. Can you call it? me, mostly asleep: OK. As it turns out, I”m sitting on it. The phone’s joy buzzer sends me flying 3 feet in the air, and I scream like a little … Continue reading
the day fiona apple got busted at the texas border checkpoint. a photo essay.
I got my feet On the ground And I don’t go To sleep to dream — the prophet fiona — Mo always says dreams are supposed to mean something. I’m still trying to figure out last night’s. I’m running … Continue reading
thank you, new balance
The biggest problem with being slow in a race is kids. Or more specifically, The Kid. In my extensive clinical research, I have found there is something in the kid mentality that results in an endless series of fartleks in … Continue reading
running with turkeys
Back in the old days, I hated turkey trots because they were just a bunch of people who dressed up in costume to have fun and didn’t particularly care about the race. These days, I love turkey trots because they’re … Continue reading
the weirdest thing in the history of the world
I got into the car to drive to the track for a short stroll before tomorrow’s race. But that wasn’t The Weirdest Thing In The History Of The World. I was driving home last night from work. Thanksgiving night, pumpkin … Continue reading
thanks
I’m out on the mad dog course. It’s Thanksgiving Day. My Thanksgiving meal is oatmeal and a banana. Both Mo and I work today, so we watched the Macy parade this morning and went our separate ways. I’m alone for … Continue reading
ode to cassidy
Blow the horn and tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, Cassidy — john perry barlow — The cardio guy wants numbers. I’ll give him numbers. I stop at the store on … Continue reading
