"I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?"
I live outside Chicago with the Redhead, the poet, three cats, and two dachshunds.
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I take my cappuccino pretty seriously, which is why I normally go to either Lavazza or Intelligentsia for one. However, since my sister gave me a Starbucks card for my birthday, I figured a free cappuccino from my local would fill my need.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. It was the worst cappuccino I’ve had in a long time. If there was any espresso in there, it must have gone and hid. It was so lousy that I ended up stopping at Intelligentsia after all to get a real cappuccino.
..were all born 46 years ago today.
Not company I'd normally keep, but what can you do?
Only the most naïve optimist would think the White Sox can still make the playoffs. It is true that they are not actually eliminated yet, but being 4.5 games out of the wild-card spot with 11 to play is pretty much insurmountable.
Despite this, it has hardly been a bad season. With 85 wins right now, the Sox should make 90 wins for the second straight year, something practically unheard of in
The pitching is what failed them this season. Last season, each of their top four starters had an ERA under 4. This year, none of them do. The team ERA is 4.51 this season, almost a run higher than last season’s 3.61 ERA. Allow an extra run per game, and winning a division, let alone making the playoffs, becomes a lot tougher.
As one might expect, by winning their first two games handily, the Bears have already begun creating buzz about being Super Bowl-worthy. If one chooses to ignore the two lackluster opponents, that is. Despite this good start, and the fact that someone may have figured out that football games can actually be won when you throw the ball downfield, it’s too early to get excited.
I don’t see myself hopping on the bandwagon, though. Twenty and twenty-five years ago, I was glued to every game. Sundays were spent stuffing ourselves with bad food and yelling at the TV, even in the dark years.
Unlike some things in life, where you lose interest gradually, I can trace my loss of interest to a very specific event. Back in 1993, in a game in
It turned out that
Ever since that game, I have been a casual football fan. Not that the events are related, but at least artificial turf is going the way of the dinosaurs.
There was a somewhat happy ending -
1. Guess I’m Doing Fine – Beck
2. Keep On The Sunny Side – The Whites
3. One Line – PJ
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5. Dark as the Dungeon – Johnny Cash
6. Homicide – Skid Marks w/ Sally Timms
7. Cockeye’s Song, from Once Upon a Time In America (Morricone) – Yo-yo Ma
8. Run For Your Life – The Beatles
9. The Blue Bells of
10. Theme from
I take anti-depression medication daily, specifically, Cymbalta and Wellbutrin. I was switched to Cymbalta from Paxil several months ago with no ill effects. The Wellbutrin is relatively new, as I’ve only been taking it for about a month; it is supposed to improve my concentration, but also makes me more alert.
With these medications, in addition to being warned about possible side effects, one is also warned about possible drug interaction effects. I have never had a problem with side effects from either of these two meds, but have discovered an interaction effect since I started taking Wellbutrin.
Specifically, it interacts with a triple cappuccino. The result is that I have some of the physical symptoms of being sad, but none of the mental symptoms.
Perhaps I need to stick with a double.
I had an appointment during lunch yesterday, and needed to take a cab. I was in the cab long enough to hear two songs on the radio.
The first was this
The second was this
One guess as to which one was stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
Update: Since some of you under a certain age may not be familiar with the first song, a helpful sound clip is available here
