Lucha Libris

Whether it be a master’s thesis, code, or just blog posts that one’s mother reads, sometimes writing has a lot in common with wrestling: you get all sweaty and roll around the floor with a gym teacher screaming at you not to be such a — wait, that’s not it at all. Anyway, to break some of my writer’s block, perhaps I should don the appropriate gear.

No, not a unitard.



Find your own mask here!

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Ask Doctor Jesse: Sasquatch Infestation

As a doctor and maker and seller of fine internets, people turn to me for answers to their perplexing questions. For instance, Zach J from Minneapolis asks:

“How do I deal with a pesky sasquatch infestation?”

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If You Love the Sea So Much

While trawling the internet for awesomeness, a rogue wave lashed me upon the rocks of this site: a collection of woodcuts and other art.

One particular page is their series of ocean-related work, and I want them all.

However, the most goodest stuff is sold out.

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Ow, My Perineum

For a long time I looked down my nose at people with sore asses after riding their bikes. Now, two days into my return to bicycle commuting — or rather, by three miles into the first day (and today is the second) — my ass feels like I am smuggling hot coals betwixt my cheeks. In other news, I bought new camouflage handlebar tape, so now I am ready for your basic Red Dawn scenario.


Did you say over? Nothing is over until we decide it is!

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Spring Break Minneapolis!

This is not for sure yet, but I’m thinking about visiting Mupples before the end of my self-imposed “no winter visits” rule. For those of you who are laying in stocks of ice and show to shower me with upon my arrival, those dates would be like March 14th-22nd.

Sarah is apparently too busy to come back and swim in my pool, soak in my hot tub, climb my mountains, and generally enjoy the endless bounty of California wonder.

me: I guess maybe I could come there
sarah: yay!
me: why do you delight in my suffering?
sarah: did I tell you that you could take the gag out of your mouth?

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It Rains On The Just And The Unjust Alike… Except In California.

I picked up the Watchmen last night with the anticipation of reading it over the span of a few days — or even a couple of weeks. Instead, I pounded through it in a few hours. I was driven.

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Feliz Ano Nuevo

(I know what ano means)

Sarah flew out a week or so ago to spend her winter break with me. I’ve been busy doing nothing with her since. Two five day weekends in a row… Is this Iowa? No, it’s heaven. We dog sat for Loki for an eerie but enjoyable week (are you touching the dog while kissing me?) and went on short but reasonable hikes. Pics will be forthcoming as soon as I can budget time away from my sweetie. Don’t hold your breath!

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Happy Winter!

Although I don’t subscribe to the reasons for celebrating Christmas, I do enjoy the pomp and circumstance. Sarah is here in California with me for winter break. She brought presents. The temperatures are in the 50s here. I’m enjoying a five day weekend. Happy times for me!

Then again, everyone else I care about is thousands of miles away. I got to talk to my mom and the Keathlys over video chat, but…

Anyway, chances are that you’re celebrating some sort of holiday or winter event around this time of year. I wish you the best and am thinking about you. I’ve been going through lists and address books thinking about all the people who have been in my life: family and friends. Hold close the people you love and tell them that you love them.

Happy holidays!

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Finally, Bacon

I awoke to a horrendous kitchen clatter this morning: Donald was making pancakes from fairy dust and air, but assembling them with a demonic hand crank egg beater. I also smelled bacon, but it was the strong desire to void Thanksgiving’s wine, tea, brandy and Sarah brand Plum Hooch that pulled me out of my wool blanket cocoon. I peed for nearly an hour.


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Children, Clocks

This morning I woke up on Jay and Melody’s comfortable couch and looked out their patio door into sunny woods. I pulled the covers over my head and returned to sleep. Later, I called in for the daily scrum, a meeting intended to be performed standing so everyone runs through their tasks without sidetracking.

“Are you being attacked by dogs?” my boss asked. It was baby Noah warbling.

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