Monthly Archives: April 2007

Flotsam / Jetsam

Seek and ye shall find

I started checking the Web site stats again, and some of the most recent search strings are just delightful. Here are a few things that have brought people here in the last month or so:

  • “I love booty,” “love that booty” and “booty control.”
  • “jammin a brother up,” “forensics be jammin a brother up” and “forensics always be jammin a brother up.” Welcome, fellow CSI fans.
  • “ruth moose laundry.” I would love to know what that means.
  • “squirrel with strange tail.” Not to be confused with “squirrel with strange booty.”
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    Rockford gone wild

    We sent Rockford out west this weekend to see his old buddy Don’s homestead. Yesterday, they went hiking. Rockford’s dad laughed when I told him that.

    On a typical Saturday in high school, Rockford and Don might have played a round of golf, then retired to the house to watch a Cubs game and toss back a few dozen donuts. But now they’re having Adventures in the Great Outdoors.

    They’re probably having Grape Nuts and wheatgrass smoothies for breakfast this morning. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

    There are some more pictures in Don’s Flickr photostream.

    Reading

    "Never Let Me Go"

    For some reason, I’d expected Kazuo Ishiguro’s "Never Let Me Go" to reduce me to a pile of tears. But I didn’t cloud over even once. Maybe I’ve become heartless.

    The skeleton of the story was haunting (I dreamed about it last night), but I never connected with the narrator, and the writing style left me cold.

    This is nit-picky, but the font was also weirdly distracting. One review I read said it made it feel more “handwritten.” I guess it did seem that way, but I didn’t like it.