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?

The Opposite of German?

A business down the street from my house. I guess they don't prescribe to the Aryan ideal.

Hydrangea Horses

My home is blessed with what I consider to be the world's largest hydrangea. So big that the other day it actually started grazing.

The Limbaugh Lambs

I love football. I'm a bleeding-heart liberal. And dang, I hope that Rush Limbaugh buys the St. Louis Rams! It would be so much fun to watch that already awful organization wither into a husk because so many players would refuse to play for them and a large segment of the population would refuse to watch them. I suspect Keith Olbermann, an ex-ESPN sports commentator-turned-progressive-voice,  has the same thing in mind.

BTW, like my beloved Vikes, the Rams have awesomely horned helmets. And I currently have nothing against them as a team, except that they should still be the Los Angeles Rams. St. Louis Rams? That's just plain wrong.

Campfire Jam

My friends Jennifer and Todd have a campfire jam party every couple of months. Bring an instrument if you play one, sing along if you don't, just pull up a beer and a friendly demeanor if you don't want to do either. That's my upright bass and resonator guitar in the picture. I usually bring a friggin' chamber orchestra's worth of instruments, just in case. Lots of fun!