I’ve been off the grid, taking a much-needed road trip down South. Chris’s sister moved to Florida, so we drove the U-Haul down to Orlando, then rented a car and spent some time on the coast. It was wonderful and I’m still mentally recovering and trying to catch up in St Louis. Check out a few cool things we saw during our trip.
I can’t think of a show I’ve looked forward to each week more than Lost. I remember scouring message boards after the end of Season One for any tidbit of information about where Season Two would go. After Season Two, I decided I wanted to stay spoiler-free because I loved the suspense that much. No show (except maybe The Office) spurs more water-cooler talk or drunken speculation than Lost. It’s a show that encourages thinking and speculation and sleuthing. It’s got so much allusion and allegory, it’s a former high school English teacher’s dream. It’s been more than a show; it’s been an experience. → continue reading
Dear Southwest Airlines–
I needed to drop you a note to tell you about my latest trip. I’ve been happily flying Southwest since you added service between St Louis and Minneapolis, a route I take monthly. Until this past weekend, I’ve enjoyed low fares, on-time flights, and generally competent, friendly service from your company. However, on Friday I experienced a situation so egregious that it may force me to refrain from patronizing your business ever again.
Guys, I think we have a problem.
I really like drinking beer. I like drinking beer and socializing with my friends. I’ve been doing it for years. I’ve happily bellied up to many dive bars over the years and downed countless pints. I enjoy clinking mugs to celebrate happy occasions and to forget bad days. Almost anything is more fun with a beer, particularly a delicious craft beer like a Bells Two Hearted Ale.
Wait. That sounds like I’m alcoholic, which I’m not. No, seriously guys, I’m not an alcoholic. SERIOUSLY. Look at my liver. It’ll tell you. This is totally about something else (but I do like Two Hearted). → continue reading
I made a return to Kirksville for our annual Truman Soccer alumni weekend. During this weekend, former players and hanger-ons get together, scrimmage the current varsity team, drink beer, and make fun of how old we are. It is always a good time.
This year we had a record turnout of almost 50 women alums. We also had SIX All-Americans back in town. These two things combine to mean two important things: one, the old ladies won the game for the first time since ’05; two, there were so many damn young ‘uns and all-out ballers that I felt no need to even step foot on the field. I deemed myself Chief Shit Talker and Unflattering Photographer and parked my expanded-since-’01 ass on the bench with my old teammates, some of which I hadn’t seen in years and years. Apparently the cool thing to do is to continue to work out and play soccer after you graduate, even nine years after the end of your career. I vow as soon as I turn 30 and can be in masters’ leagues, I will embark on a second career the likes of which has never been seen in former Iowan/Div II players who insist on only playing half-field. But seriously, some ladies had babies and were looking fierce on the pitch. I will say, however, that my shit-talking hasn’t really lost its game. Sorry, current squad, but you just lost to people with 401ks and visible panty lines. Better step up the off-season training. → continue reading
I had this ranty post about male privilege and the patriarchy, then I read it again and realized I’ve said all this shit before and so I’m not going to post it. I highly recommend you read Nine Deuce’s great Rage Against the Man-chine, because she says pretty much everything I’ve been feeling much better than I could. Bottom line: rape’s not funny, don’t call me honey, eyes up here, get out of my way. Dig?
Instead, read Mocha Momma’s latest, and take the time to read the links about the “embedded” journalists.
On that note, don’t you want a picture of a baby duck? I saw this little lady over at Justin and Danielle’s. She’s the cutest.
I’m heading to Kirksville for what might be an epic Truman Soccer Alumni Weekend with my old lady teammates. Hopefully, I’ll come back with all my belongings and no visible scars.
I spent the weekend in Minneapolis. Usually when I go there for class, I go from the airport, to class, to maybe a drink after class, to my friend’s house to sleep, back to class, to the airport. This time, however, I decided to stay an extra night as my friend, Eric, put together a pub crawl to show me a few local Twin Cities’ haunts. It was totally a blast. → continue reading
Here, friends: I made you this playlist to celebrate spring. It’s jangly. Download it. Listen to it. Go enjoy this beautiful day.
Tracklist
The 5th Annual Backyard Trivia Night
Saturday, May 22nd
Kegs tapped at 6, trivia starts at 7
Teams between 2-8 people
$10/person; includes all the crappy keg beer you can drink
(although we may get one craft keg if we have enough interested)
Cash prizes for 1st, 2nd, 3rd place teams based on pot
Mulligans: $5 each or 3/$10
Bring your own tables and chairs (what do you think this is, the VFW?)
Dice game AKA CLR. Bring $1 bills
Anticipating record crowds. No, seriously. SERIOUSLY. RSVP below to ensure room for your team.
RSVP or questions? E-mail kbestoliver (at) yahoo (dot) com
The charter school is coming along exactly as planned (insert evil mustache-twirling maniacal laughs). A few weeks ago, we had our review for the first of two planning grants. This involved submitting the first incantation of our business plan, as well as an in-person interview where our four founding members defended said proposal in front of a group of people. It also involved me squeezing into “business attire” that I didn’t exactly try on before I bought it and consequently ended up feeling like Joan Holloway.
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