tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62115242011-07-10T04:00:45.874-04:00Tooks McBlogovichFor all things Tooks, and some things, er, relating to other people. As well as to other things. You get the picture.Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.comBlogger1121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-27631912354204533172009-01-24T07:34:00.004-05:002009-01-24T08:21:12.394-05:00Ok, so big news on the facial hair front. ("Big" is, of course, a relative term, depending on your opinion of the overall bigness of facial hair news in general. But I digress.)My school's PTO planned an Active Families Night to promote health and fitness, etc. Great idea. Gym games, the rock wall, refreshments, etc. And since I have a partner in crime this year (a second grade teacher of a Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-22416776593017708332008-11-02T09:20:00.003-05:002008-11-02T09:31:20.429-05:00So. I'm back. No excuses. How the heck have you been?Check this out:That's me on the left, looking serious. Marissa's winning this little party for sure.And this:Wow--you mean before us kids ruined everything, my mom was actually a pretty foxy lady? What? You already knew that? Huh. Sheesh. I'm always the last to know.Love you some sweet pics with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-64925078072740164592008-08-07T19:22:00.004-04:002008-08-07T20:05:06.842-04:00Can't We All Just Get Along? or Is this love?: A Cyclist, a Driver, and a Hopeful BeginningSo there I am, sitting on my bike at Blossom and Winton, enjoying the choicest evening of the year (this despite repeated hysterical warnings of the "thunderstorms with hail!!!" variety screaming from the radio all day--and blue skies at sunset). I'm in the center lane, waiting for the light to change, whenTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-53181291611195805512008-07-16T06:55:00.002-04:002008-12-10T00:07:40.190-05:00Zachary on a Thai elephant:Yep, that's Zachary on a Thai elephant. 'Nuff said.I'll mourn ya till I join ya, bro.Love you some goofball (on a pachyderm) with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-8567228488707294452008-06-29T08:59:00.003-04:002008-06-29T09:26:51.731-04:00How I RollI have been waiting, you see. Waiting to lay down a hot pic of my cool new ride: a 1964 English-built Rollfast, with Sturmey Archer internal three-speed hub and many original parts--chainguard, saddle, etc. However, I've been both lazy and busy, a near-fatal combination, what with school ending and Texans here (voracious teenage cousins of fiancee) and summer school beginning and a Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-74042618586187329622008-05-23T09:19:00.005-04:002008-12-10T00:07:41.349-05:00To quote Jimmy Carter: I have had lust in my heart.Yes, I have coveted sweet things (related to bicycling).For example, the current sweet thing I am coveting is this:Not so much the cruiser--although I am also coveting a cruiser, and a fixie, and a cargo bike, and...but you get the picture. No, my true covetousness lies in the D.L.G.: Down Low Glow.Produced by a freethinking, freewheeling bicycleTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-32173787638083990162008-04-15T15:05:00.002-04:002008-12-10T00:07:41.489-05:00Sweet beginningsSo I finally got around to ordering the GameDay Audio service from MLB.com, which is a fancy (but not too expensive) way to listen to any (MLB) baseball game via the interweb. After a great deal of cussing, hollering, and moaning, I gave up trying to figure out why it wouldn't work, and went off to pout. Meanwhile, my fiancee, who in addition to being 1000 times more attractive Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-64362460988198531282008-04-09T20:04:00.007-04:002008-12-10T00:07:42.012-05:00So you may be asking, "Hey Tooks, while you're sitting there, procrastinating, do you have any pics you just found on the Interweb of you looking somewhat cool playing Ultimate?Wow, it's so funny you should ask. Behold:And now, you might just be wondering, "How about shots of you looking dorky playing d?"I just might have something for you, my friend:"Ok, not bad. Anything with your mouth open?""Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-69189588112151658152008-04-07T22:13:00.004-04:002008-04-07T22:28:24.027-04:00Holy crap, I almost forgot:Assy is real, Assy is here, that Assy is in - your - face!If you don't what I'm talking about, I feel sorry for you: it's Assy McGee, Cartoon Network's next smash hit.And our dear, dear friend is one of the masterminds behind it--or at least one of the worker bees bizzily buzzing away to put it all together. The first show of the second season just aired Sunday, and it Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-59270325513757780902008-04-07T21:49:00.003-04:002008-04-07T22:05:36.041-04:00Well, I have to admit: Toronto is a heck of a town. Aside from being stranded in the frozen wastes of our neighbor to the north--and by 'frozen' I mean 55 degrees and sunny in early April, and by 'stranded' I mean 3 hours from ROC City--it's got a lot going for it: cool people, good food, attractive attractions, and a dynamite Chinatown (where you can find all three of the former). Also, it's gotTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-13066869199794129202008-03-13T17:41:00.004-04:002008-12-10T00:07:42.171-05:00A-Town is never so present as when you aren't there.Have you been catching the live coverage of South by Southwest on NPR? Live, hipster bands broadcast from such beloved establishments as The Parish...Grupo Fantasma, anyone? Neko Case, maybe?Ach, I'm aching.But maybe the snow will melt sometime in the next few months, and people will wear shorts again, and come outside, and somewhere, someone Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-59021921656715905112008-03-10T14:20:00.002-04:002008-03-10T14:25:02.610-04:00Ok, just real quick here, for those of you who haven't heard or wasn't there:The Lady and I are engaged. As in, to be married.It took place on Friday. It was joyous. Pictures will soon be visible here, but for now just imagine insane fun with lots of insane people in ROC city. And now, I need another nap. Whew. Thanks 5 billion to all of you who came up here or sent best wishes. You guys totally Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-85497050209073232982008-02-21T11:32:00.002-05:002008-02-21T11:46:32.049-05:00Ok, this is a little oblique, but bear with me--inspiration must come from where it, uh, must. Come. From. Er, you know what I mean.So, I was reading The Onion, because naturally I am procrastinating, and I came across this (serious) interview with Michel Gondry, director of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, one of my favorite movies, and of the upcoming Be Kind, Rewind. I'll excerpt the Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-66211071301911184572008-02-02T10:11:00.001-05:002008-12-10T00:07:42.524-05:00Two things of note:1) This is post # 101. I made it, and it's all downhill from here. Um, I don't know what that means, actually. When in Rome...2) I was reading the liner notes to Bruce Springsteen's Greatest Hits this morning, and his entry for Born to Run reveals that he was 24 years old when he wrote that album.24.Sigh.I know I'm no rock-and-roller, but what the hell have I accomplished? And Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-44545061777457759762008-01-12T10:49:00.001-05:002008-12-10T00:07:44.003-05:00A Hairy RetrospectiveI'm gonna catch some serious flak for this one, but I gotta do it. As many of you know, we have this iMac, which has made of me a convert through its nifty bells and supercool whistles. One of which has captivated many a visitor to our home, namely the Photo Booth feature, which lets you snap snapshots using the integrated camera (at the top of monitor) and timer, complete Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-7817486753188649252008-01-12T10:36:00.000-05:002008-01-12T10:48:11.116-05:00Well, very belated Merry Christmas; belated Happy New Year; and hope your January isn't as global-warming-cracked-out as mine has been. Anyhoo...Not too much news to report, sadly. The sun came a few times this week, which was nice, and rare for the ROC city in January. Also, it hit 65 degrees--also rare, to say the least. But I'm fat and happy, so I'm not really worried. Al who?Also, my lovely Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-4409481780302241422007-12-17T21:38:00.000-05:002008-12-10T00:07:44.120-05:00Tonight I drank whiskey and played guitar in front of the fire in our living room. I played some Ray Charles. Ok, very little, cause I only play a very little guitar. But still, a little Ray with a little Crown hits the spot. My guitar teacher, Ralph, said during my lesson on Saturday, "There's nothing wrong with the blues. Some people fear the blues. They know who they are." Then he laughed in aTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-40279563142868129732007-10-31T21:07:00.000-04:002008-12-10T00:07:44.272-05:00So Halloween has been a bit of a flop, I must admit. I mean the actual Halloween night deal--trick-or-treaters, etc. Squirrels ate the head off the ghost on my jack-o-lantern, and the hordes of youth never really materialized, despite our ideal neighborhood conditions: near-suburban location, closely spaced houses, and rich folks left, right and center (i.e., abundant, awesome candy). So where Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-88603899685290593452007-10-27T16:26:00.000-04:002007-12-17T21:38:05.197-05:00A flurry of postsLet's keep the gravy train rolling:This video will change your life, and your memories of the mid-to-early eighties:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8Nc8RCLy1sThis one's not quite as good, although still worth watching a minute of:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeFH-QoAPCk"Have the power" with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-13446613477042371812007-10-27T14:36:00.000-04:002008-12-10T00:07:44.479-05:00Yep, it's just that kind of Saturday.Be lazy and Halloweeny with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-78856069816008592112007-10-26T21:10:00.000-04:002007-10-26T21:17:17.391-04:00So on Sunday night I was talking to my mom about mother-son stuff--job, lady, house, dog, hygiene, family gossip, weather. You know. The usual.We ran through the usual list, and I was sensing the wrap-up coming on. Sure enough: "Ok, honey, I've got to go. My man's up to bat--Big Papi."Excuse me?First, my mom is not supposed to have more than a very cursory knowledge of sports. She knows what the Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-82329893642931354512007-10-17T22:25:00.000-04:002007-10-17T22:39:31.890-04:00It's possible, though not entirely likely, considering my recent unhurried blogging, that I may hit 100 lifetime posts this year. This one's # 92. I think we should throw a party when I do. Just like when Abe and I spent a week planning a celebration for the 80,000th copy on the copier when we worked at Sylvan Learning Center during the summer after freshman year in high school. Except that that Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-50937516976242740352007-10-06T18:22:00.000-04:002007-10-06T18:35:46.392-04:00And I quote:"Mr. Ruderman, I'm sorry, but everyone hates you. And I do too, well kind of but I still hate you. Sincerely, [name withheld]."So teaching's going well. Actually, it really is. Are some of my students unhappy? Yes. Are some of them unafraid to express their true feelings in their responsive journals? Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-2554424091090001152007-09-02T12:13:00.000-04:002008-12-10T00:07:44.635-05:00Why are these people smiling?Mostly because they have lots of joy. They're no longer in pain--especially the beautiful one on the right, recently delivered most mercifully from microbial maurauders--and they were blessed with a superfun visit from old friends and a kickin' housewarming party. The house is now most warm, babies.It appears that the one on the left might have other motivations for Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-91246498615379631542007-08-10T08:24:00.000-04:002007-08-10T08:46:09.985-04:00When we were in sixth grade, guys, as I'm sure you'll remember (I address myself particularly to the fellow 'Crofters in my reading audience), we were heavy into Seinfeld. I mean, heavy. Justin Leroux could quote just about every line from every show ever, and Mr. (A.) Stein was not far behind him. If you missed the new episode for some reason on a Thursday night--some lame reason, like doing Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-16042110375521686202007-08-07T13:47:00.000-04:002007-08-07T14:04:25.169-04:00Procrasto-blog!I disgust myself. I got off to a good start. I was up on schedule at 7, had my coffee, chatted with Nurse Betty before she left for work, and got in front of the computer in time to check my email and get cracking at 8. I managed to get a little bit done straightaway. I finished what I had left from yesterday, and then started onto another proficiency. But then I lost a little Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-33751942875933615182007-07-18T23:32:00.001-04:002007-10-26T21:30:29.725-04:00Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-90924624778500093212007-07-07T07:45:00.000-04:002008-12-10T00:07:44.850-05:00Uncle Frank is awesome.Uncle Frank, I should explain, is Francisco, Cat's older brother. He is popularly known as Frank, but to us, and to Papi, he is affectionately called Uncle Frank. I think the theory goes that Papi, if he thought in those terms, would call him that. Anyway, for our intents and purposes here, he's Uncle Frank.So, Uncle Frank is awesome. Why is he awesome? Lots of reasons. Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-86500464932295651742007-06-15T07:53:00.000-04:002008-12-10T00:07:45.391-05:00Toots 88Whew. This is a tough one. Well, here goes nothing:Yesterday, I cycled to class on my lovely lady's superfast Masi bicicleta italiana. Here she is: Che bella! And here's the bike:So superfast. The great thing about riding a superfast electric blue Italian bike is that, aside from going superfast and feeling supercool, you get to say "Ciao, bambini!" and "Ciao, bella!" and "Bongiorno, papaTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-60084667056199919332007-06-05T20:43:00.001-04:002007-06-05T20:50:13.779-04:00Cycling danger!The lovely lady and I have been cycling of late. Cycling as in "riding bicyles," not as in "going through our options in a cyclical manner," or "passing through a series of stages of being." Anyway, we cycled with a bunch of old men of the Rochester Bicycling Club last Sunday for 16 miles along the Erie Canal. Very nice, and historic to boot. Aside from the fact that one of them Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-32915839364706302632007-05-23T10:21:00.000-04:002008-12-10T00:07:45.702-05:00Femme fataleMy sister is blond (or blonde, if you're feeling francais). See for yourselves:Wow.A blond(e) Ruderman? The gods must be crazy.Also, I graduated. Sort of. I walked. Now I actually have to finish the degree. While I look for a job where they pay me money to teach in a school.But nevermind that. I now have a blond(e) sister. I got it made.Get cracking on summer courses with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-67287511204397798722007-05-05T08:56:00.000-04:002007-05-05T09:00:17.314-04:00Holy mackanoly--it's been, like, forever.A quick post, then, so I don't hurt myself (I'm way out of shape):Cat's talking to her dad, and she reminds him that my parents will be staying in the same b&b as her parents for graduation in a few weeks. And they'll be staying on the same floor. And sharing a bathroom, she says."Bring matches," she tells him. "Bring matches."Wow.Sage advice from a Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-23980382233076764532007-02-23T08:35:00.000-05:002008-12-10T00:07:46.555-05:00It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was Karaoke Valentimes Jam.Thanks to Dr (To Be) Manasra, who lugged himself, his lady and his karaoke equipment up from Long Island to the ROC city, we were able to host a rockin' rock-out last Saturday with our bad selves and twenty-one of our closest compatriots. The results, I think you'll agree, and as these photographic exhibits attest,Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1171461441462124952007-02-14T08:57:00.000-05:002007-02-14T09:55:34.136-05:00Snow Day, Part IIIWow. Talk about a roller coaster of emotion. We've been through it all in Rochester this week. On Sunday, they announced a big storm coming. Could be up to a foot. And there was much rejoicing. We started making plans, mostly to sleep in.The rumors continued on Monday. Yesterday there were contradictory announcements over the school PA: School will be probably be cancelled. But Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1168982084567704252007-01-16T16:14:00.000-05:002007-01-16T16:14:44.583-05:00Washington, WashingtonCalling all Tooks alumni in the Washington (DC) area:Cat and I will be in town on 27 January (arriving early in the morning) and we're looking for a place to crash for a few hours. If you can host us, you can expect the following perks:1) I will make you a delicious egg and cheese breakfast sandwich (special ingredient: love).2) Cat will give you an awesome neck massage (Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1168831281612147262007-01-14T22:21:00.000-05:002007-01-14T22:21:21.990-05:00Life After the HolidaysWhew. That was something. That whole Christmas-New Year's-tons of time off from school-thing. Austin is still awesome. Sunshiney vitamin D and breakfast tacos and traffic. Colombians are still crazy, and still heavy drinkers. My liver rolled over and gave up yesterday. I went swimming on New Year's Day in Barton Springs and it was amazing. I went to the southern Rocky Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1166657742228682592006-12-20T18:35:00.000-05:002006-12-20T18:35:42.300-05:00Move Over, ShakespeareOk, guys. Here's the deal: while visiting my good friend and priestess-to-be shenkelwitz, I had a life-altering literary experience. No, I didn't read any amazing theological tracts, or discover a 15th-century illuminated manuscript from the Isle of Wight under the floorboards of the dining hall, or transcribe the tongues-talking of a progressive Pentencostal.No, none of Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1165844875992135292006-12-11T08:47:00.000-05:002006-12-11T08:47:56.060-05:00Tooks McBlogovichWowser--I'm a stress cadet. Papers, projects. Luckily I'm very motivated. Er. Um.Meh.I'm really a procrastinator.I'm also very, very cold. I wear pajamas under my clothes. I made a fire in the apartment the other day, and we don't even have a fireplace. All this by way of saying, sorry I've been conspicuously absent. I've got a couple really dynamite blog ideas. Just have to Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1163306540107700542006-11-11T23:42:00.000-05:002006-11-11T23:42:21.546-05:00School Picture DayWednesday was School Picture Day. I'm just a student teacher, and I wasn't wearing a tie like I do on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, because Wednesday is School-Wide Morning Meeting Day and everybody is supposed to wear their school t-shirts. (And Friday is dress down.) Plus my hair was in a curl-fro, as usual. But they got me anyway, those crafty photographers. They got me to Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1161402751587778742006-10-20T23:52:00.000-04:002006-10-21T00:09:00.233-04:00Tooks McBlogovichI think October is the funnest month. Nothing begins in October (the school year begins in August or September; the calendar year in January or February if you're a late bloomer), which I love since I get anxious about things beginning. The leaves turn up here in the frozen wastelands; in Texas the temperature drops below five thousand degrees. Apples continue to ripen, and Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1160362190201975562006-10-08T22:49:00.000-04:002006-10-08T23:11:02.736-04:00Tooks McBlogovichIt's time to start thinking about a Halloween costume. Usually I'm pretty lame, but my lovely lady is brilliant when it comes to costume ideas. Last year will be tough to top:global warming.So rich. So original. So...Halloweeny.Like I say, tough to top.Put on your thinking cap with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1160131752165788582006-10-06T06:49:00.000-04:002006-10-06T06:49:14.860-04:00Tooks McBlogovichYesterday, a moment of tension in the third grade:Kid 1: Hey, you kinda dance funny sometimes.Kid 2: WHAT?Kid 1: (more cautiously) Well, I mean, not _funny_ funny. Like, you know, funny.Kid 2: No, I _don't_ know. What do you mean, "funny"?Kid 1: Ummm....Teacher: OK, boys and girls, I should be seeing a straight, quiet line for lunch!Whew. That was a train wreck in the making. Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1158925440751095912006-09-22T07:44:00.000-04:002006-09-22T07:44:01.050-04:00Tooks McBlogovichOverheard yesterday in an elementary classroom in Rochester, NY:"Mr. R, you look like a rockstar today. Maybe it's your hair."Kid, I think you and I are going to get along just fine.Admire the wisdom of American youth with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1158448258464445442006-09-16T19:10:00.000-04:002006-09-16T19:10:58.586-04:00Tooks McBlogovichYesterday my girlfriend said the word "vaginal" in a conversation with my mother. This is not a word I expected her to say in that situation. Granted, it was in the context of her OB nursing clinical experience, specifically a description of a birth, as opposed to a Caesarean. Nevertheless, you can imagine my surprise, and dismay. That word is on my List of Words That Should Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1157401675364325472006-09-04T16:27:00.000-04:002006-09-04T16:27:55.433-04:00Tooks McBlogovichHappy Mother Jones Day, everybody. Happy Cesar Chavez Day, and A. Philip Randolph Day, and Woody Guthrie Day. Happy Weekend Day, and Eight-Hour Workday Day, and Worker's Comp Day, and Fair Wage Day. Happy Aren't-You-Glad-You-Don't-Work-In-a-Sweatshop Day.Enjoy it, and don't forget the people who fought to make it so. And remember, too, the people who make our shirts and jeans, Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1157340961269912822006-09-03T23:36:00.000-04:002006-09-03T23:36:01.323-04:00Tooks McBlogovichWell, thank goodness this beautiful woman is home again. Things really went to the dogs--and mice--without her. I did my best to clean, although the kitchen was a no-go because of the mousy menace. But she's taken a very proactive, even aggressive stance towards the in-pest-ation. Here's an example:SHE: Where do you think it is?ME: Well, as long as it stays there until I'm out ofTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1157250149180274432006-09-02T22:22:00.000-04:002006-09-02T22:22:29.290-04:00Tooks McBlogovichSo today two bad things happened, besides the sloppy remains of (Hurricane) Ernesto:1) A mouse appeared in my apartment and it made me scream like a girl and swear very loudly and enlist the help of my neighbor, who despite being a woman, is far more of a man than I may ever be. Apparently, the mouse was living in my big lunchbox (Shenkel, you know the one.) The mouse refused to Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1157030092234328582006-08-31T09:14:00.001-04:002006-08-31T09:14:52.236-04:00Tooks McBlogovichQuestion:What in the Sam Hill is up with this weather? It's positively fall-like. What, no Indian summer? (Is that a racist term, btw? Would we say, white-guy summer? Hispanic summer? African-American summer? [We definitely would not say that last one.] We probably should come up with another term for when it's hot and about to become cool. Maybe the "Very-Very-End of Summer, Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1156816540962928602006-08-28T21:55:00.000-04:002006-08-28T21:55:40.973-04:00Tooks McBlogovichHere's what we learned on the road:We learned that little kids love little dogs in Bethlehem, PA. Also, abandoned steel mills are sad as hell. We learned in Secaucus, NJ that although Jimmy Hoffa's whereabouts are still shrouded in mystery (in mystique, even), canoeing in the Hackansack is spectacular fun, especially with our favorite non-Jewish Jews. Also, watching _Rocky_ in Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1154802691497968082006-08-05T14:31:00.000-04:002006-08-05T14:43:55.553-04:00Check out that badass hound. And that badass 'stache. You got a permit for that thang, son?Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1154659095203240612006-08-03T22:38:00.000-04:002006-08-03T22:38:15.220-04:00Tooks McBlogovichPlease don't be alarmed at this rash of rash blogs. The truth is, I got home late from class, kenlowcellcellcell commented, and I just had to get back in the game in a big way. Here's the thing: Will Ferrell (sp?) has a new movie out: Talladega (sp?) Nights. And I'm going to see it. In the theater. Now why, you may be asking yourself, gentle reader, why is this notoriously cheapTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1154657902292760072006-08-03T22:18:00.000-04:002006-08-03T22:18:22.303-04:00Tooks McBlogovichSometimes people sweat a lot at eight in the morning. These times are called "August."If you find yourself sweating, and you don't seem to be doing anything to deserve it--like working out or being accused of a crime you didn't commit--just keep that in mind: it's August. People sweat. It's the way God intended it. Air conditioning, as cool and clean and comfortable and beautifulTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1153525970241299322006-07-21T19:45:00.000-04:002006-07-21T19:52:50.243-04:00You may be admiring my new look.You also may not be reading this blog since it's been, like, forever since I last blogged me a blog.Well, here I am. Back again.Tell a friend.For those of you wondering, my dog is still cute:Yes, he is in a sarong. No, that's not me wearing it.But thanks for asking.Admire the versatility of the sarong with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1153523881422192882006-07-21T19:15:00.000-04:002006-07-21T19:19:46.836-04:00New York Times, 21 July 2006: “Human life is of supreme value, but this is a demanding operation, and we are at war,” said Maj. Gen. Udi Adam, who commands the Israeli forces fighting on the Lebanese front, in remarks shown on Israeli television. “War costs human lives — look how many civilians have been killed. I suggest we don’t count the dead until it’s all over.” Or not at all. Pray for peaceTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1148268682159631242006-05-21T23:14:00.000-04:002006-05-21T23:31:22.173-04:00So my lovely lady and I visited our new church again today. We went there once when we were in town in March to find our apartment, and after visiting a bigger, richer church last weekend--which neither of us liked--we went back to this little one downtown. Very nice--nice service, nice people, nice building, nice distance (six minutes if you take 490). The only drawback is that it's not the Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1147320818368058812006-05-10T23:55:00.000-04:002006-05-11T00:13:38.380-04:00Welcome to the Rock.Er, the Roch. As in Rochester.But, as it turns out, it ain't so bad! We have assembled half of the contents of IKEA Pittsburgh in our little place here on Shepard Street, and my lady is happy, so I can't complain. My little dog seems ok, too, despite the ridiculously strong chemical bath we had to give him today as part of his ongoing anti-mange regimen. Yes, ladies and gents,Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1143162204385462462006-03-23T19:50:00.000-05:002006-03-23T20:03:24.400-05:00Since I'll be off to grad school in May for childhood education, I figured I might as well see what this teaching thing is all about from people who actually do it. So I observed a bilingual kindergarten class today for a few hours. The theme of the afternoon seemed to be ridiculously cute children doing absurdly adorable things, mostly angling for my attention. Sweet. Here're their top five Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1141182240701101662006-02-28T20:51:00.000-05:002006-02-28T22:15:19.963-05:00A broadly belligerent blog:Well, not that belligerent. But call it a particularly peeved post.The cause for my peevosity? Er, peevociousness? Er, peevedom? That the World Baseball Classic will, like so many other revolutions, not be televised.(Here's a FAQ for those not in the hardball know about the WBC: http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/worldclassic2006/news/story?id=2289827)Granted, strictly Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1139972616991361002006-02-14T21:00:00.000-05:002006-02-14T22:03:37.070-05:00I love goooooooldBeing an American sportsfan during the Olympics must be like being a Yankee fan during the playoffs. Your team wins not because it has more heart, or plays harder, or trains more effectively. They win because they're rich and numerous. They, like the majority of their fans, are loud, overbearing, and arrogant. Frankly, they're hard to root for. You almost get sick of winning, Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1134357336833351342005-12-11T21:59:00.000-05:002005-12-11T22:15:36.843-05:00if kenblowcellcellcell can come back from a long time away, i can, too. (i've done it before, darnitall. and i'll probably do it again.) so here i am. i don't want to strain my bloggimus maximus by blogging too fast or furious, so i will limit myself to a shortish list. please enjoy, and if you do, encourage me by commenting. when it comes to your attention, i am like a four-year-old child: i Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1128185997033750492005-10-01T10:57:00.000-04:002005-10-01T12:59:59.106-04:00first, a recommendation: if you like sad songs, download death cab for cutie's "title and registration." exquisite. i have no real reason right now to be recommending sad songs, but when you hear one this good, you have to spread a little blue around.oh, wait, come to think of it, i do have one sad thing: my mom called yesterday to tell me that our last remaining greyhound, the beautiful Lady, Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1125806216437449822005-09-03T23:27:00.000-04:002005-09-03T23:56:56.443-04:00Yesterday Papi and I learned an important lesson: In this life, sometimes slightly bigger dogs pee in your face, and there's not a whole lot you can do about it.I'll explain: we were walking along Cromwell Circle, minding our own, when up runs a mini pit bull. Have you ever seen one of those micro kegs, like of Honey Brown or another such beer? Picture one of those, but with legs and a tiny head.Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1124078558402810322005-08-14T23:40:00.000-04:002005-08-15T12:18:13.750-04:00This is my new dog, . (And that's my new Puma track jacket. Sweet, huh?) He's a two-month-old pure-bred mini dachshund. My ex-boss bought him for me, apparently on a whim, in or near Uvalde, Texas. He was waiting for me when I got back to Austin Friday night. I do not consider this normal. But he's cute as a button and he appears to speak Spanish. So I guess I'll keep him.Proposed names include Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1124077240915278572005-08-14T23:36:00.000-04:002005-08-14T23:40:40.920-04:00This is my mustache, now history. Well, sort of. Really it's making a secret comeback. But don't tell my sideburns--they'd get jealous. I know, I know--sooner or later I'll have to break it to them. But I just want to let them have their moment in the sun. Let it not be said that I don't eventually come through with promised pics.Be a promise-keeper with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1123772369486578932005-08-11T10:20:00.000-04:002005-08-11T10:59:29.536-04:00(musical cue: Boyz II Men, "It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday")Here's to old friends--the oldest (not in the sense of elderly amigos, but rather historical chums).And here's to great new ones: Wayback, Morgo--you know who you are.Here's to nut-sweat hot, no A/C, noodles-on-the-floor third floor dorms. Here's to pushups and situps at 6:45 a.m. and the human snooze buttton.Here's to _The Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1122420069302912722005-07-26T18:54:00.000-04:002005-07-26T19:21:09.310-04:00Requiem for a mustacheSo. That's that. It's gone.It was grief-stricken, clothes-rending, hair-pulling sort of gesture--imagine me at a funeral, throwing open the coffin for one last look, falling to my knees, tearing out fistfuls of grass and howling unspeakable agony.Now that I think of it, that image is a bit morbid. It wasn't all that horrible, really. Mostly I was a little sad 'cause the bestTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1120233841425571672005-07-01T12:01:00.000-04:002005-07-01T12:04:37.190-04:00an unnamed minstrel composed this ode, and left it as a message on a cell phone. the nameless will remain so to protect the redonkulous.ken-low-cell, i will freak your bodyall niiiight loooongken-low-cell, i will get so nastyyou will call me mister dirtyyou will love my shlongohhhh, kenlow shlongi have waited so longto get freakyto get dirtyto get nasty with your bodyohhhkenlowcellplease touch myTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1120077853636216792005-06-29T16:41:00.000-04:002005-06-29T16:44:13.643-04:00an asian child was overheard saying the following things recently. some were to Mr. Stain and some to Mr. Zarper.1) you are my pet. sit down.2) you are my pet monkey.3) i will kill you today in the pool.4) your face is very red.5) i will take it to your face.6) this is mine.so, summer school is proceeding according to plan.try not to let them see you pee yourself with me,TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1114133768061466792005-04-21T21:06:00.000-04:002005-04-21T21:36:08.063-04:00so it's manos no more.that's right. i've formally given my notice at the old not-for-profit, and i'm on to other pursuits. while i'm looking forward to recouping some of my nights and weekends, i'm a little sad--i just love these goofy bastards.but i'm disturbed at myself and my generation (and probably my socio-economic class, to be exact), because we just have a hard time sitting still. we're Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1112134271853462382005-03-29T16:46:00.000-05:002005-03-29T17:18:16.563-05:00austin is seriously digging my mustache.it's getting intense. before, there was just a chin beard (somewhat more ample than a goatee), and it had moderate sideburns as buddies on the block, and austin was cool with that. people nodded at me. i didn't sign any autographs, and no women required powerful sedatives to control themselves as they passed me on the street.then came the era of the 'stacheTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1110494792992173312005-03-10T17:36:00.000-05:002005-03-10T17:46:33.216-05:00two things of mild interest happened to me recently:1) i met a person yesterday who had never heard of the beatles. i'll say that again: i met a person yesterday who had never heard of the beatles.never.heard.of.the.beatles.whoa. granted, she's from another country, one in which not everybody speaks english or listens to american rock and roll. but still. whoa.2) my girlfriend cracked me up for Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1110056206801581932005-03-05T14:56:00.000-05:002005-03-05T15:56:46.803-05:00contrary to popular wishes--you howling, bloodthirsty mob, you--i was not kidnapped in colombia. my ears were not sliced off and mailed to my loved ones along with notes in badly written spanish asking for an exorbitant sum in exchange for the safe return of the rest of my anatomy (intact). i was not caught in the crossfire of the guerillas and the paras. i was not car-bombed. i was not captured,Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1106433945798629402005-01-22T16:14:00.000-05:002005-01-22T17:45:45.796-05:00warning: this blog will not likely change your life.
or even your day. just wanted to let you know, so as to pre-emptively dash your hopes against the rock of cold, hard reality.
however:
i've been suffering lately from severe food comas. everyone has experienced this phenomenon at one point or another (it's also known as post-thanksgiving dinner fatigue syndrome), but i've been feeling it Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1105763724072991032005-01-14T22:41:00.000-05:002005-01-14T23:35:24.073-05:00well, sadly, i drove away my meager readership by not posting for about six months. talk about fair-weather friends. oh well. anyway, here's another missive from the occasionally interesting, always weird world of ATX (this one is dedicated to lyd stein and the collectible--it'll do your subversive heart proud):
yesterday, i began to build a bike in the austin anarchist cycling collective. it's Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1103904024708096572004-12-24T10:44:00.000-05:002004-12-24T11:00:24.706-05:00wow. yet again, shame-faced, i return to the blogging arena, eons late and without an excuse. but as some famous troubadours-gone-by once put it, "it's the time of the season for lov-ing." so i offer up this simple phrase..though it's been said, many times, many ways--yet maybe never quite like this: a certain girlfriend of mine's mom said to her nephew this morning on the phone, "feliz merry Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1088648982718292042004-06-30T21:36:00.000-04:002004-07-05T09:29:28.920-04:00so:
i have this fascination with the orkin man.
his name is tommy*.
it borders on the pathological, my fascination. it might be a disease. it might be an illness.
he comes to my place of work every third thursday. or wednesday. it might be wednesday. i'm not sure.
tommy checks the glue tunnels we have set. the idea is, rats like dark, enclosed spaces. so they scoot into these tunnels, get Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1088040055753922472004-06-23T20:59:00.000-04:002004-06-28T18:30:51.670-04:00this entry is slightly late--but not fatally.
i have one pressing concern to lift up to my sparse, but fiercely loyal audience:
katie lost her job, and that's not cool. we love you, boogerbean, and we're thinking of you. confucius says: "corporate america licks hairy butt."
one door closes, my love, one door opens. you're an intelligent, beautiful, witty, talented person, and you'll Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1087183152395078592004-06-13T22:54:00.000-04:002004-06-13T23:19:12.396-04:00ok, so--so far, so good with the pledge to post once a week. here i go.
today, cat and i were on the way home from the pool, cause it was hot, as it will be here in a-town until approximately thanksgiving, and we were coming down route 71 into del valle and we got to talking about trucks. of course, we get to talking about trucks a lot since trucks make up about half of all vehicles on the texasTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1086488197502819452004-06-05T21:55:00.000-04:002004-06-05T22:16:37.503-04:00sigh. another month--plus. i don't know what my problem has been. work's busy, no internet in my apartment, mad at ryan seacrest--the old excuses just don't seem to hold up anymore. basically, i'm suffering from l.b.s.--lazy blogger syndrome. but i vow, here, now, at the risk of losing what little credibility i still hold, that i will henceforth make a serious and sustained effort to blog at Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1082511518762392382004-04-20T21:38:00.000-04:002004-04-20T21:42:43.780-04:00wow. a whole month since my last blog. things have changed. i'm a year older now. i have a goatee and sideburns instead of a full(er) beard. my corporate sellout haircut is getting shaggy around the edges (which goes with my shaggy (i.e., scooby doo-style) goatee. like, far out, scoob.
i miss the red sox a lot. i get this emailed update from the globe after every game that is pretty cool, Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1079828975034810302004-03-20T19:29:00.000-05:002004-03-20T19:32:57.496-05:00so. one of the pleasures of life in austin is the music. it's everywhere. especially during south by southwest, a great big infectious extravaganza of bands and films and celebs and self-congratulation. although i haven't really taken advantage of it--there are so many great acts playing all the time that it's a little hard to know where to start--i saw reggae legends toots and the maytalls last Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1078884130552256132004-03-09T21:02:00.000-05:002004-03-09T21:09:46.826-05:00this is a borderline blog, a holler from the hinterlands, halfway between naughty and nice, between decent and in-. it's not for the faint of heart. so let the bloggee beware of the blogged of this blogger.
the thing i like best about living alone is the freedom to poop with the bathroom door open.
i know, i know: it's a vulgar thing to do, and an even vulgarer thing to say.
but it's true.
iTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1078542397648652742004-03-05T22:06:00.000-05:002004-03-05T22:10:19.280-05:00well, i'm back from an extended absence. these things just seem to creep up on you. unfortunately, i don't have anything to say now, either.
here's something i just learned on tv, though:
the olsen twins, those formerly adorable, currently legal twins of "full house" fame, used to make $25,000 per episode of that show.
that's just about what i make, too--in a year.
sigh.
be in the wrong Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1077507892938900542004-02-22T22:44:00.000-05:002004-02-22T22:50:37.233-05:00two syllables: 1) cop- and 2) out.
i'm referring, of course, to the last episode of sex and the city.
i'll preface these remarks by saying that the rest of the show's characters progressed and finished very satisfactorily. miranda, for instance, bathing her stroke-afflicted mother-in-law? very nice--far from the woman who panicked at having to move to brooklyn. (brooklyn? the horror!)
but theTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1077242585283984592004-02-19T21:03:00.000-05:002004-02-19T21:07:47.670-05:00for starters: an awesome blog by someone we don't know (or at least i don't): http://www.sperare.com/spam_poetry/blogger.html.
now, today's installment:
i went to the hipster laundromat today, on the chic end of duval rd., down by asti and the freshplus. i didn't want to go there, but this couple was monopolizing the few working washers at the washeteria (by "few" i mean ten or twelve, which Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1077068999125321472004-02-17T20:49:00.000-05:002004-02-17T20:56:21.746-05:00sometimes it's hard living a long way away from massachusetts. for instance, i missed out on a lot of super bowl hype, and so i had to get myself psyched up for the big game. and the joy i felt when my patriots won their second crown in three years was not really appreciated by the rest of central texas.
however, at least no one here really cares that much about the a-rod deal, from what i can Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1076640152774362262004-02-12T21:42:00.000-05:002004-02-12T21:45:04.390-05:00this is not a lie: cat is in training for her new job, and the guy training her is named sylvester. get it? sylvester - cat?
priceless.
in other news, i went running in sweatpants today since it was chilly out (in the high 30s/low 40s, believe it or not) and since i don't have my bancroft soccer warm-up pants (they're in rutland). the sweatpants i have are the old-school Champion heather gray Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1076559870358010302004-02-11T23:24:00.000-05:002004-02-11T23:28:47.466-05:00the people are many, and they have spoken.
"tell us about austin," they say.
only at your own risk do you deny the people what they want.
so here:
in austin, the freeway is king of the road.
in austin, people say "y'all." that means "you all" and it is used to address two or more people.
in austin, people gripe about the cold when it's colder than 60 degrees. they drive crazy when it rainsTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1076462804896643482004-02-10T20:26:00.000-05:002004-02-10T20:31:11.436-05:00my blogging is so sporadic these days. the problem is twofold: one, i don't even have a computer at my apartment, much less internet, so my blogtime is limited to work and being at cat's house. since i don't have a mindless job, i have very little downtime at my desk, and so blogging is not practical, except for during lunchtime, when i eat. and i'm only at cat's house a few hours each week, Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1076256952015095272004-02-08T11:15:00.000-05:002004-02-08T11:18:17.840-05:00this will amuse those of you who have ever coached me or played with me in bancroft sports, especially those who ran with me or observed me running those first two complexes of soccer preseason (and lacrosse preseason, too, now that i think of it):
last week i had my first two games of spring league ultimate in austin. and during the first game, excruciatingly true to form, i yarfed.
some Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1074912049563917142004-01-23T21:40:00.000-05:002004-01-23T21:42:53.653-05:00my apartment is one the old side (on the old side of what, i dunno--of new, i guess), and i have been trying to keep it clean to combat the depressing feeling of living in something built in the sixties or seventies. cleaning makes me think of the nature of cleanliness, and in that spirit i would like to forward the following theories:
1) the presence of a quarter, a nickel and two pennies on Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1074479839041118332004-01-18T21:37:00.000-05:002004-01-18T21:39:16.326-05:00true love wears many colors, many faces.
tonight's manifestation went like this:
"i used your new toothbrush tonight," she said. "it was really nice."
"it made me gums feel great," she added.
love her more than ever with me,
TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1074124928261944992004-01-14T19:02:00.000-05:002004-01-14T19:04:00.420-05:00to all my northeast friends:
sorry about the cold. i know the kind of bitter cold you are experiencing, and i know it's no joke.
it's real.
if it makes you feel any better, although it's sixty degrees here in austin, it's cloudy. and sprinkling. so i'm suffering, too.
feel your pain with me,
TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1074055032615610312004-01-13T23:37:00.000-05:002004-01-13T23:39:03.343-05:00p. diddy's manservant is named farnsworth bentley.
he is amazing.
he has his own line of umbrellas.
watch show biz get weirder than ever with me,
TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1073794532775270452004-01-10T23:15:00.000-05:002004-01-10T23:15:53.406-05:00after spending an afternoon and part of a night explaining american football to two of my four favorite colombian women (cat and her mom; the other two are cat's grandmother and shakira), i have come to the conclusion that it is a strange and complicated game ("it" being football, not explaining football to colombian women). i feel about it the same way i feel about the english language--glad i'mTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1073357524315972242004-01-05T21:52:00.000-05:002004-01-09T23:40:24.260-05:00at movie theaters in texas, they sell pickles. the pickles are whole and large and come in plastic bags filled with pickle juice. they do not taste good.
i know this because i recently had a pickle at a movie theater in austin with my girlfriend.
the bizarre yet completely true story begins in the parking lot of metropolis cinemas.
CAT (my girlfriend): Hey, since you're buying the tickets, Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1073106447071411422004-01-03T00:07:00.000-05:002004-01-03T00:10:12.616-05:00"they got pigs' feet. y'all want pigs' feet?"
i swear, i swear that i actually overheard a mother say that to her children in fiesta, a local supermarket. please believe me.
also, as promised, here are my thoughts on smoking at a gas station. although i'll be the first to admit that i have very little experience with this activity, given as how i don't smoke, have never smoked, and never wish Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1072974778732778282004-01-01T11:32:00.000-05:002004-01-01T11:33:16.556-05:00so, austin. and colombians*. and new year's.
whoa.
things are fantastic, thanks for wondering. sorry for the blog silence. it's been all i can do to keep my liver working these past few days. we've been celebrating, but hard, since we got here, and that means drinking, dancing, eating, and repeating as necessary. and these colombians, from the looks of it, believe in the necessity of lots of Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1072583325769261822003-12-27T22:48:00.000-05:002003-12-27T22:49:02.190-05:00"i went back to ohio
and my city was gone."
--the pretenders
middle america is a very hearty place. i highly recommend youngstown and its environs. thank you gemmas.
CIAAAAOOOOOO!!!
adore antonio with me,
TR
p.s. everything's fine on the road to austin after 1 day. 550 miles down, 1650 to go.Tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211524.post-1072527354012141242003-12-27T07:15:00.000-05:002003-12-27T07:16:10.703-05:00this is to say: i am going. i'm taking cat with me.
sorry, kenlowcell, lear, annie, joss, and anyone else to whom i've broken a pledge. i swear we'll meet again.
love you all, and see you in the american southwest.
yee-haw.
yippie-ki-yi-yay with me,
TRTuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10865901199535472917noreply@blogger.com0