Housewarming

Last weekend we had a housewarming party. Wubulu,the Lush, and Schnocone came in. It was a blast. Words fail. I know I'm not Jewish, but I refuse to think that this bars me from speaking what little Yiddish I know or from making Jewish cultural references.

It's in this spirit that at the end of the weekend, I remarked on the thought that crosses my mind whenever the hometown crew comes together. I love the little line in the Seder "Next year in Jerusalem!" One of my favorite moments. Well, at the end of these weekend get-togethers, I often feel impelled to shout "Next Year in Chicago!" This region diaspora will not stand. This too shall pass.

But I'm not done with my wanderings. I feel as though I may be done with Boston after this year, but we'll see. I've never lived on the West Coast, so I think that may be next. Although I may save that for grad school. That unhappy proposition poked its head today as I was talking with a lecturer who edited my thesis. I told her that I wasn't quite fit for the office life. Her response: "Have you considered grad school?" Why does everyone want me to drink the Kool-Aid? Right now, I'm pretty sure I'm waiting until 25 before I commit.

I'm not going to Harvard-Yale. This is upsetting some people. Oh well. I'm going Big Ten style and hitting up the Breakfast Club for the Purdue/IU game.

The Sox ended up eating it in the home stretch. Completely and utterly disappointing. I'll console myself with last year's championship and hopes of next year. They've still got a pretty good team, they just underperformed.

Most people are comforting themselves with the terrific success of the Bears. I don't much like football, though. In the words of Don Fanucci, "Too violent." I got my fill in high school. I suppose I'll watch the Bears whenever they show up on Boston television, though. It's just difficult for me to support a sport in which all the players condition themselves in the offseason by beating their wives. On that note, I'm out.

Funny Men

I wrote this post two weeks ago. Whatever. I think the deathwish truck driver deserves a mention.

Horatio Sanz fired. I call bullshit.

Hugo Chavez. Ridiculous.

Deathwish truck driver. If you're driving for deathwish, you might as well act like it. Also, it's a piano moving company, so it offered the hilarious death of getting run over by a truck and have a piano fall on you.