Here comes the sun

I need to let you know that the reason I am giving this girl (Grace) in my family 8 greeting a weak sauce, one-armed hug on the ASYV blog is because I am holding the family 8 banner with the other hand.  Otherwise, it would have been a full-on bear hug.  I just had to clear that up.

Since you asked, I'll let you know that  Megatrade has been suspiciously quiet.  I can only assume they are working on chartering a jet to get my replaced coffee mug to me as soon as possible.  Hey my Scripps pals, if you are in Nashville, please go by their office and get me a status update. Thanks!

Big time, Timmy Tim, I guess all things have to change but this news just about broke my heart:

http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/mlb-big-league-stew/tim-lincecum-cuts-hair-becomes-baseball-version-joseph-194510258--mlb.html

I watched the Super Bowl from Rwanda's only mexican restaurant from 1:30-5:30 AM.  I was excited to watch sports for the first time since arriving here but soooo tired.  There was a decent ex-pat turn out at Meze Fresh.  I was glad the Ravens prevailed.  (Sorry Julie).  The weirdest part was that the international feed of the game was on some weird ESPN cable that did not have all the typical commercials but instead showed spots promoting bowling, boxing, and bass fishing, the 3 Bs of cable sports I guess.

There is a new solar panel here in the village.  It provides energy to the village and also a surplus to sell back to the grid, making the whole operation more sustainable and more financially independent.  Also we might be on CNN's the Next List for our big new solar panel.  I'll let you know.

Poor Man's Space Camp

Only in Brooklyn: In my lap around Prospect Park today I saw I guy jogging with a pit bull. It was 25 degrees out and pit bulls have short, sleek coats. Instead of a more traditional doggie jacket, the pit bull was wearing a Mike Vick Falcons jersey. I guess he is a big fan. Woof! (I am almost always with Leroy, but I don’t run with him, or I’d have a photo.)

I had started my run HATING the October Courtney that wouldn’t commit to Kaimana. Why am I not in Hawaii right now?!?!?!?! Seeing the Mike Vick dog took some of the edge off.

I gave blood today. All the snowstorms have canceled scheduled drives and reduced walk in donations, creating quite a shortage. Be sure to make an appointment and give soon!

On loving 55s: I have such an affinity for people wearing my number. I am just sitting around and Xavier is on the TV. I am only half-way paying attention and suddenly I cheering for developing a sports crush on Jordan Crawford every time he drives the lane (about half the Musketeers possessions.)

Last night I watched the Hurt Locker, which is getting a lot of the Oscar buzz. I felt a little beat over the head by the heavy-handed message. (Spoiler Alert? I don’t think I’m giving anything away that isn’t in the preview…) Every single scene tells us that the inherent risk in his work has made the highly effective James a cavalier cowboy. The dark, brooding bomb-specialist can’t get the adrenaline rush he needs from anything but the high-pressure situations of defusing IEDs. His addiction ruins him for civilian life and endangers his fellow soldiers. Maybe it was all the hype, but I feel a little let down. The subject of the Iraq with and all the hardships and chaos seems like fertile ground for incredible drama and this was more of a weak sauce 24. For me, Hurt Locker never approached the drama of the climactic scene in Space Camp where we all watch nervously to see if the teens will trust Rudy to correctly rewire the circuit.

Yes, I am posting more than usual lately. I’m procrastinating my next sports blog post for the Stranger. I don’t feel guilty because I’m at my laptop, ‘working on it’. See?