Monthly Archives: January 2010

Rough Entry

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I ran a marathon today.  Or at least that’s what it felt like.  Except that a marathon is running 26 miles in pretty much a single direction, with nothing too serious in your path.  What I ran was more like a 26-mile route that was also a high hurdles course.  That’s what it felt like,

Naughty Videos on YouTube

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Yes,  Marshall Anderson and I were looking at naughty videos on YouTube this morning - but it’s not what you think.  The videos in question were opera videos and what made them naughty had nothing to do with any of the typical  R -rated matters that I imagine such material entails.  (I don’t look at

Footsteps in the Snow

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It seems like the entire North American continent was blanketed by snow yesterday and Racine,  Wisconsin certainly didn’t escape the white stuff, although we didn’t get socked quite as hard as the meteorologists had forecast.  In fact, as the day began I was all but certain that I would be canceling church choir rehearsal that

Sing! Sing a Song!

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I have  intended for the last couple of days to blog about the start of Magic Flute rehearsals at Carthage, except that I keep forgetting to bring my camera to school,  and I don’t want to write anything until I’ve got a nice picture to go with it. But it’s just as well, because this

Unbroken Circle

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This afternoon was the last performance of “Honky Tonk Angels” at the Racine Theater Guild, and although I would never characterize myself as a fan of country western music nor as a fan of corny humor,  I must confess that I pretty much succumbed to the down home charms of this musical. The heart of

Full House

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Kathy and I have a big house - much bigger than two people need -  and there have been times when we have had nearly one hundred people within these four walls (back in the crazy days when we hosted a party for all of the participants in Carthage’s Christmas Festival.)   But I can safely

A Trifle Upset

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I spend very little time in our kitchen, as my wife will attest, and when I’m in there it is usually to feed our dogs, or to grab an ice cream sandwich from the freezer  or a breakfast bar off of the counter.  Once in a while I will open up a can of soup