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Another Torchlight Parade

Well, tonight I run what is becoming an annual tradition: the Torchlight 5K in Minneapolis. It was rather funny actually, because this year I received a big email advertising the Torchlight, complete with fancy graphics and everything. Now, normally I don’t give a second look to these things (I was planning on running, anyway!), but for some reason I let this email load. Lo and behold, there was a picture of me from last year, at the starting line of the run!

Me at Torchlight 2006

I added the arrow so you would know which one I was. This was probably superfluous. Oh well! Anyhow, I’ll be a’ runnin’ this evening.

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Samuel Johnson Quote

Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.

Welcome to Dooce, everything I wish tumbledry to be

Welcome to Dooce, everything I wish tumbledry to be - Her most recent post:

The only thing missing was a Google map of our house and a red pin sticking straight up out of Jon’s skull to signal HERE, HERE, HERE

Thanks Mykala, for finding this blog.

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Still Learning

I’ve written before about my extensive internal dialogue and my propensity to replay social scenes in my head, looking for ways I could have said the right thing. Shockingly, this character trait comes in handy sometimes, as recently evidenced at Lifetime Fitness. I was taking the weights off a bar on a squat rack, and I realized I did not have enough space for the remaining plates. To my left, a woman was using another squat rack, which had room for the plates.

Now, it’s generally good form to say something when you approach somebody else lifting (especially someone doing squats or standing shoulder presses, as she was) — this prevents you from being bopped in the head by a bar because the other person doesn’t see you. So with this in mind, I very nearly said, “Can I use your rack?” With milliseconds to spare, something told me that wasn’t the right thing to say.

I put the weights elsewhere.

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Twins Separated at Birth

Twins Separated at Birth - Parents say the doctors stole a baby, doctors say parents abandoned a baby. Either way:

The two girls, Andrea and Marielisa, are now 15 and were recently introduced by mutual friends.

Their biological parents say no-one told them they were having twins.

When they were introduced, they apparently burst into tears at the realisation that, looking so identical, they had to be twins.

I never thought “separated at birth” really happened. Odd.

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Crudo, Italian Sashimi

Crudo, Italian Sashimi - Italian + Sashimi = Crudo, says David Pasternack. Hey Sagert, give this a try, won’t you?

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Giraffe in my Loft

Giraffe in my Loft - “There was a giraffe in my loft / I didn’t invite it / It was stomping ‘round for days / And kept me up all night.”

The Millwall Brick

The Millwall Brick - Who knew newspapers could be weapons?

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Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace - Why not watch Victor Wooten play Amazing Grace on a bass guitar, using only the harmonics of the instrument for the melody? Treeeemendous.

Great desks and productivity furniture

Great desks and productivity furniture - Really useful for sometime in the misty future - I especially like their basic computer desks.

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