Well, no one commented on my last post. That’s OK; I guess it was really just for me anyway (sort of). Perhaps this will get you guys going. Like everyone else on so many other blogs today, I’d like to remember George Carlin, who passed away last night. I remember watching this first clip with [...]

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Riding to Vanity Fair By Paul McCartney I bit my tongue I never talked too much I tried to be so strong I did my best I used the gentle touch I’ve done it for so long You put me down But I can laugh it off And act like nothing’s wrong But why pretend [...]

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Happy birthday, Sam! Today is my brother’s 37th birthday. I hope you’re having a great day, Sam. He’s celebrating in Israel; being there is probably the only present he wants (I hope, since I didn’t actually get him anything). And, of course, today is Paul McCartney’s birthday! Paul turns 66 today. He played a free [...]

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Today is a day full of celebrations! Happy birthday, Granny! My grandmother (who I’ve taken to calling Granny, since that’s what she wanted her great-grandchildren to call her) turns 83 today. Happy birthday, Eitan! My brother-in-law turns 36 today. Happy anniversary, Rachel and Eitan! My sister and brother-in-law got married seven years ago today. Craziness! [...]

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This is mostly for Kristin, so she can see what the hell we’ve been talking about. (Everyone else who reads this blog already answered the question. Unless others are reading the blog and not commenting. If you’re doing that, comment already. If you’re not reading the blog, then you won’t see me write about how [...]

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It’s The Crazy Guy’s third birthday! I thought he would like this song in hono(u)r of his turning three. I would’ve liked to put up a video from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, but I can’t find what I’m looking for. Instead, click on the next sentence for a short sound clip from the [...]

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Or mine. As if it being 95 degrees isn’t enough, it’s oppressively humid outside. It’s so humid, in fact, that it’s hard for me to step outside without my lungs feeling like they’re about to burst (“America or burst!” Five points to anyone who gets that reference…except for Miriam, who knows why I always say [...]

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