Dave's Blog

What's For Breakfast, Dave?

Well, today we'll be having a cheese omelette with garden-grown, home-made green tomato salsa, fake-n bacon, garden-grown potato crispy hash browns, broccoli and toast, all washed down with an ice-cold Dr Pepper. I eat breakfast about once a month and a nice home-cooked breakfast like this about twice a year, which explains why this beauty occasioned a documentary photo and blog entry. Hmmm, what should I make in April?

Put Down Those Clippers...

...and warm up the pipes, girls; it's seven o'clock and I wanna rock!

This place is a couple of miles down the road, right across the street from the new U of M football stadium. Check out the hours on the door: 11:00 AM to 7 PM, hair salon; 7 PM to 2 AM, karaoke!  I guarantee that this is where I'm scheduling my next haircut. And I'm asking for the last appointment of the day.

A Funkier World

I remember watching Soul Train when I was a kid around this time and being sort of intimidated by it... all those scary black people with their big 'fros and weird clothes and sexy, sexy dance moves. I remember surreptitiously watching, afraid my dad would walk into the room and catch me admiring these miscreants. I'd never met a black person when this aired (1973; I was eleven). I'd only seen a few from the safety of our car ("Lock the doors, kids") as we drove through Chicago on visits to my grandparents. Now it just seems like the most innocent, Fat Albert-y fun, and gives me a big old cheek-straining smile. Man, I gotta add some a them moves to my mortify-Eli-in-the-living-room-in-front-of-his-friends dance repertoire! (Thanks, Taylor!)

Pumpkin Party

I think I may have posted this photo before, but it bears repeating.

On another note, I just planted a whole bunch of heirloom garlic!

"What do you think I fought for on Omaha Beach?"

I just saw Brokeback Mountain for the first time last night, and it totally kicked my ass. So beautiful, so sad. And today I stumbled on this. Will it never end?