i thought i was over the canadian plague. i mean i was fever-free and totally coughless since about thursday. i was, ohmygod, healthy. it was glorious. it was beautiful. i nearly wept from the sheer plague-free joy.
but then i woke up this morning with the tell-tale harbinger of things that aren’t so good. i [...]

it’s not often that Shakopee, my little burg, hits the New York Times.

it’s -6 degrees outside (that’s -21.11111 celsius for you canucks) and i think it might be a balmy 0 degrees inside. i keep asking kappa and maria if it’s really freakishly cold in here or if i’m coming down with something. they agree about the freakish cold. as i sit here shivering i keep chanting [...]

max’s christmas list. and even after that i still want the damn robot keychain.

for the record, i still have not gotten the red robot keyring that i want so much i could puke. just so you know.

after taking such a long hiatus from writing, it’s hard to get back on the wagon. sometimes i get so busy living life that i don’t have time to document it. but i have stories to tell. though, i think, most of them will have to wait until after wednesday, because that’s when i start [...]

hi. how the hell are you? i’ve been sick, sad, silly, busy, and i baked about 39 dozen cookies last night. we plan on eating them today and then doing shots of black balsam in honor of the holiday and a co-worker’s birthday. only THREE more working days until i have 12 days off in [...]

all i want for christmas is a red robot keyring.

on my little sojourn north of the border i managed to pick up a mighty mean case of the canadian plague. this plague has knocked me right on my ass leaving me incapable of doing little besides making out mike, my penguin and sleeping. it’s not so much fun. not fun at all.
i was [...]

i am home. it is glorious. of course, because the trip would not have been complete without one more thing going wrong, we were late landing in minneapolis because we had to wait for dubya to leave. of course that’s not a very big speed bump. though, being stuck in a holding pattern above eau [...]

well i’m back here coming to you live from the the ottawa airport. i’m watching the snow come down from my familiar place here at gate 11. if i don’t get to chicago today, i might just die. i am now so entirely exhausted that i’m beyond that giddy punchdrunk phase and have moved right [...]

dear chicago,
i used to have a big giant crush on you. i really really did. not only did i have one of the best times of my entire life there within in the confines of your borders, but you are also the home to such awesome things as liz phair, jeff tweedy, andrew bird, material [...]

i am coming at you live from the ottawa airport. i am about to embark on the first leg of my journey home. a short layover in chicago and then home, if all goes well. i am so excited to go home that i can’t even find the words. it’s been a long and exhausting [...]

ok, remember how last spring i went to chicago and had a big ol’ fucking hootenenanny with my westernerd friends? well i just sorta did that with my coworkers who i adore so much more than i probably should. kappa, al, the cutest girl on earth™, seamus, julie, kappa, and someone who we will henceforth [...]

well, i am in canada! and so far so shitty. my luggage is somewhere between here and chicago. which blows goats. however the flying over chicago at night is fucking amazing. it’s just beautiful. now i’m off to call Air Canada for the 392nd time asking where the hell my luggage is. nothing like meeting [...]