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Posts Categorized: Human Interest
The history of ECU I’ve been working on is a little dry. For example, one chapter was a line-by-line description of the university’s five-year plans since 1975. Imagine my delight at finding this story buried deep in the chapter on the history of the medical school. It’s told by the first dean of the school,… Read more »
Click here to see a great satirical clip about the man we love to hate, Rat Face himself. Go, Heels!
My two-and-a-half-year-old found my stash. She was halfway through a two-inch-by-two-inch square of Valrhona when I discovered it. Since it was already covered with slobber, we sat together on the stairs and put it away. Might as well join ’em. The picture—derivative of Bear’s, I know—and the smears around her mouth show her triumph. And… Read more »
With my cold entering week 4, it’s been a while since I got a good night’s sleep. First it was congestion, then a weird shoulder complaint, then the stress of Guava’s demise. While visiting Banjo and Bear last weekend, I slept pretty well on their guest-room pillow, so yesterday I got one of my own…. Read more »
We ran over our cat last night, and she died. She was fourteen (or so). Lately she’d lost a step and was having problems jumping to chair level. I noticed her limping a little. And she had begun cutting her run into the garage as we pulled in closer and closer. We’ve been commenting about… Read more »
I got kicked out of the YMCA today. I’d met my graphic designer’s wife there to help her with her weight routine, as part of our logo trade. Once we hit the machines, we were promptly instructed to stop. No outside trainers, they said; there’s too much liability involved. I’m completely embarrassed, because I should… Read more »
Before I worked in publishing, I didn’t know what the en dash was. It’s a dash the width of a capital letter N, and it’s used in place of a hyphen in open compounds. For example, we’d use one instead of a hyphen in the compound adjective “Pulitzer Prize–winning.” (I don’t think that’s visible here,… Read more »
Today the front page of the Raleigh News and Observer ran this story about bands refusing to sell their songs to GM for use in Hummer ads. It’s not an issue of selling out—they just don’t want to be associated with consumption that conspicuous. Kudos!
Click here to read about the Locks of Love event at Starlu in Durham, Wes’s favorite restaurant. Sam Poley, the chef/owner, is a sweet, affable guy. If you have ten inches of hair, here’s your chance to be on The Today Show. You’ll get breakfast in return, which is sure to be more satifsying than… Read more »