October 3, 2006
- Ashton Kutcher says that Bill Clinton ignored him while chatting up his wife, Demi Moore. As much as it pains me, I have to take Bill’s side on this one, Ashton. If I’m ever at a table with you and Demi, you may as well be in China, cuz I won’t know you’re there.
- A recent article in The Sun claims that George Michael is “off his trolley.” “Off his trolley” . . . I like that.
- The gig for the Nebraska governor went well. I didn’t get to meet the governor, but the gig was a lot of fun. We blasted some good ol’ classic and British invasion rock. It was held in the basement of a beautiful (and very large) home in Omaha. I felt a tad out-of-place amongst all the well-dressed Republican money people, but hey, I’m with the band. Also performing was the best Elvis impersonator I’ve ever seen. His name was Greg, and he was the nicest guy you could want. He rhinestone-studded suit and hair and sideburns and wig were dead-on. He had the moves, and even had the voice. He even sang the “American Trilogy” and nailed it. I’ll post a few pics.
- Washington D.C. police have been forced to admit that surveillance cameras are not making the city safer. D.C. had a bloody weekend: 11 people shot, 4 fatally. Don’t expect the cameras to go away, though. They aren’t actually there to keep people safe. They are there to keep track of everyone, and when the time comes, they will be everywhere, and I mean everywhere.
- So Mark Foley wanted to screw a page. So what? How well does he do his job? That’s the only important question. Character is overrated. Besides, only a moron parent would send their kid to be a page in Congress . . . without teaching them about safe sex, that is.
- This animation is very, very cool.
- Here’s a site that has loads of movies, short films, cartoons, stand-ups, concerts and documentaries that have fallen out of copyright. Perusing the list, I see not all of them are out of copyright, but there are some great classic B-movies and horror movies.
- Once in a while, I’m acutely aware of the passing of time. Not sure what does it. Maybe it’s the change of the season. Whatever the reason, sometimes I find myself unable to say “no” to my daughters. The other night, while the Husker game was on, I did everything they asked. If they wanted to play this or that, if they wanted me to carry them or swing them or pretend like they’re flying, I would do it. It’s fun to do that sometimes. It’s also exhausting beyond belief. It’s a good kind of tired, though.
I have my energy back now, so watch out.
June 19, 2006
Recently, while cleaning out old files and boxes, I came across this letter from my grandma, gone 6 years this November. I miss her. It was nice to talk to her again.
Dear Tracey & Jim,
So nice to have you out here for a visit.
I saw this article in the paper and thought you might like to look at it. I wonder how our “Cornhuskers” will do now in the Big 12? I hope they keep doing good.
It’s cloudy and gloomy here today, hope we get a little rain out of it.
May 16, 2006
Yesterday, while driving on the highway, my wife narrowly missed a collision with another vehicle whose crazy driver was either fleeing the police or unconscious behind the wheel. Only a matter of seconds or less separated her from a nasty crash that could have been fatal.
She told me this over the phone, and it dawned on me immediately that I could easily have had the sheriff or the state patrol on the line, telling me about a bad accident, gee we’re sure sorry and would I mind coming down to make an identification? I remember noticing details around me—sun shining bright, kids eating lunch, Eagles on the stereo, etc., and how those details came this close to forming a sort of psychological restore point. A place where everything starts over.
I don’t talk about Tracey much. Not because she’s unimportant or a source of shame. I’m simply respecting her privacy. Once I open the door, sometimes it’s hard to know where the line is drawn between what can be shared or not. But, in this case I’d like to crack the door a little.
This October will be our 13th wedding anniversary. We’ve lived in a few cities and states. We’ve made friends and then said goodbye. We brought in two furry cats—one we lost last year, the other still with us for nearly the entire stretch. We have two beautiful, twin daughters, Laura and Abby. They are intelligent to an almost freakish degree (I say that with only a mild bias).
Although the flames of passion that make relationships so much fun in the beginning have cooled a little, the benefit is to be left with a friend. I’m talking about friendship deeper and more everlasting than you can possibly imagine (if you can, you know what I’m talking about). A friend who agrees with you that no matter how hard things get, quitting is not an option. She’s a woman who continues to believe in me when I’ve lost faith in myself. A woman I don’t have to worry about out in the world because I know she puts up with less shit from others than me, and that ain’t much. She is pure beauty in the classical sense. Intelligent in a way that defies comprehension yet provides inspiration. A woman whose maternal instincts continue to amaze. I could not be more fortunate to have this woman be the mother of my children.
They say the best thing a father can do for his children is love their mother. I’m trying, girls, although she makes it pretty easy.
I am proud to tell the world that Tracey is my wife.