Now is the time to get on my good side. I’m about to be very, very, very rich.
Now is the time to get on my good side. I’m about to be very, very, very rich.
It’s not often I meet someone who knows me only through the blog, but today I did, and only because I first met a Chinese woman on the Metro.
His initial indifference to my situation shocked me, but I don’t blame Tim. He doesn’t know me. There was no baseline in his mind for what I should look like or how I should be acting. In his eyes, the limp in my walk could be a lifelong condition and thus one he doesn’t want to pay extra attention to for fear of stigmatizing me. But all of that does not change the fact that I am a 16-year-old girl with a half-shaved head, glaringly obvious lack-of-sleep bags under my eyes and a right leg that doctors would technically consider “broken.” Oh, and my parents think I’m dead.
My advice to all you people out there in internetland is to pick something weird to follow over time. My entry in this field was working to answer the question of who would be the last active MLB player who appeared in the Nintendo 64 game Major League Baseball Featuring Ken Griffey Jr.
Erik Larson’s “Thunderstruck” is one of the more enjoyable reads I’ve had in a while. It blends chronicling Guglielmo Marconi’s development of wireless telegraphy with a real London murder, and the eventual role Marconi’s technology plays in catching the killer.
There’s a guy at Yahoo Sports named Mike Oz who does a fun, occasional feature where he and (usually) a baseball player or manager open a pack of 25-year-old baseball cards. Most of the guys are retired, so the cards feature teammates or people they either played or coached against.
Tim never understood Sam’s obsession with boots. Tall boots, short boots, leather boots, boots with heels, and those fuzzy boots that people made fun of but yet still remained firmly entrenched in the annual rotation of society’s collective footwear collection.
About four months passed between the last time I contemplated quitting on a book and when I read Sam Neumann’s “Memoirs of a Gas Station.”
I may be a month late posting about reading Margaret Lee Shetterly’s “Hidden Figures,” but the movie version will probably win some kind of Oscar this weekend, so that’s close enough to timely, right?
You probably already figured this out, but my blogging efforts have migrated to a new home.
