Today's worship meditation, and the closing thought of my sermon. Probably proves that I'm not a Calvinist. But we already knew that.
"He will save assuredly; yet he will do so just in the way he has promised. But in what way has he promised? On our willing it, and on our hearing him. For he does not make a promise to blocks of wood."
—St. John Chrysostom
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Come learn with me 2
I have a friend who has been known to say, "Google is an extension of my brain." I couldn't agree more; however, there are certain resources that are so good that you can skip Google and go right to them, knowing they are likely to be as good as the best Google result anyway. The All Music Guide is one such resource, both online and in print. And I always keep a copy of the indispensable The New Food Lover's Companion on a shelf in my kitchen. But the Granddaddy of "Skip Google" resources on the web is Wikipedia. It occurred to me that it might be fun to record the types of things I look up in Wikipedia and link them here with a brief explanation. You learn a little about the world, and more importantly, you learn a little about me. Or at least you learn what kinds of things I should probably know about and don't. (How's that for a perfect blend of egotism and self-deprecation?)
In honor of my son watching his first Peanuts holiday special last night, today's entry is The Red Baron.
From Wikipedia:
"Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen (May 2, 1892 – April 21, 1918) was a German pilot and is still regarded today as the 'ace of aces.' He was an air squadron leader and flying ace and the most successful fighter pilot of World War I, credited with 80 confirmed air combat victories."
"Freiherr" is a class of German nobility, hence the term "Baron" among English-speakers. The "red" part comes from the fact that his squadron marked their aircraft with red coloration for easy identification in aerial combat; some of Richthofen's planes were painted entirely red.
The Red Baron was shot down on April 21, 1918, most likely by an anti-aircraft gun on the ground. In pursuit of an RAF plane, he turned to check another RAF craft that was in turn pursuing him. As Wikipedia eloquently puts it, "[h]e was then struck by the fatal bullet: entering through the right lower abdomen, it passed diagonally through his chest and tumbled end-over-end, producing an elongated exit wound below his left nipple." Kaput.
In honor of my son watching his first Peanuts holiday special last night, today's entry is The Red Baron.
From Wikipedia:
"Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen (May 2, 1892 – April 21, 1918) was a German pilot and is still regarded today as the 'ace of aces.' He was an air squadron leader and flying ace and the most successful fighter pilot of World War I, credited with 80 confirmed air combat victories."
"Freiherr" is a class of German nobility, hence the term "Baron" among English-speakers. The "red" part comes from the fact that his squadron marked their aircraft with red coloration for easy identification in aerial combat; some of Richthofen's planes were painted entirely red.
The Red Baron was shot down on April 21, 1918, most likely by an anti-aircraft gun on the ground. In pursuit of an RAF plane, he turned to check another RAF craft that was in turn pursuing him. As Wikipedia eloquently puts it, "[h]e was then struck by the fatal bullet: entering through the right lower abdomen, it passed diagonally through his chest and tumbled end-over-end, producing an elongated exit wound below his left nipple." Kaput.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Miscellaneous
Three years ago, when this hip urban cafe where I currently sit was very new, the Mac laptop share was a little less than half. Nowadays, it's far more than half. Today, the score is 3-0, Good Guys. One iBook, one black MacBook, and my trusty G4 PowerBook.
When I saw the headline that said the Yankees were going to pick up the one-year option on the end of Sheffield's contract, I groaned and moaned. Until I read the article and realized that he was mad about it. Which probably means they're signing him only so they can trade him. We can hope. Juicer.
I'm working on a sermon I'll be giving on Sunday at Artisan Church (now meeting at the German House). And yes, it is shaping up to be more of a sermon this time, as opposed to a "talk," which is typically the term I use. We'll see, I suppose. It's about a blind beggar named Bartimaeus whom Jesus heals on his way into Jerusalem, where he (Jesus) is ultimately crucified. You're welcome to come hear and experience more on Sunday at 5:00 p.m.
All the while, these lyrics march out of my iPod and distract me into thinking about big issues and how the church/Christian subculture fails us so often:
"Don't teach me about politics and government
Just tell me who to vote for
Don't teach me about truth and beauty
Just label my music
Don't teach me how to live like a free man
Just give me a new law"
—Derek Webb, "A New Law"
(Get it here free of charge:)
When I saw the headline that said the Yankees were going to pick up the one-year option on the end of Sheffield's contract, I groaned and moaned. Until I read the article and realized that he was mad about it. Which probably means they're signing him only so they can trade him. We can hope. Juicer.
I'm working on a sermon I'll be giving on Sunday at Artisan Church (now meeting at the German House). And yes, it is shaping up to be more of a sermon this time, as opposed to a "talk," which is typically the term I use. We'll see, I suppose. It's about a blind beggar named Bartimaeus whom Jesus heals on his way into Jerusalem, where he (Jesus) is ultimately crucified. You're welcome to come hear and experience more on Sunday at 5:00 p.m.
All the while, these lyrics march out of my iPod and distract me into thinking about big issues and how the church/Christian subculture fails us so often:
"Don't teach me about politics and government
Just tell me who to vote for
Don't teach me about truth and beauty
Just label my music
Don't teach me how to live like a free man
Just give me a new law"
—Derek Webb, "A New Law"
(Get it here free of charge:)
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Relief for Redskins fans
In what has been a fairly dismal season (okay...decade) for Redskins fans, this story (from the AP via Yahoo! Sports) offers some relief:
"IRVING, Texas (AP) -- Drew Bledsoe stood grim-faced on the sideline, his fingers locked inside the collar of his jersey, a visor pulled over his eyes. The New York Giants already had their way with him -- and now they were doing the same to his backup.
After Bledsoe's sack-filled first half performance ended in an interception, Tony Romo trotted in to start the second, when he was greeted by a standing ovation and chants of his last name.
Then, on his first snap, Romo threw an interception."
It's like I always say. If you can't beat'em...let someone else do it.
"IRVING, Texas (AP) -- Drew Bledsoe stood grim-faced on the sideline, his fingers locked inside the collar of his jersey, a visor pulled over his eyes. The New York Giants already had their way with him -- and now they were doing the same to his backup.
After Bledsoe's sack-filled first half performance ended in an interception, Tony Romo trotted in to start the second, when he was greeted by a standing ovation and chants of his last name.
Then, on his first snap, Romo threw an interception."
It's like I always say. If you can't beat'em...let someone else do it.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Come learn with me
I have a friend who has been known to say, "Google is an extension of my brain." I couldn't agree more; however, there are certain resources that are so good that you can skip Google and go right to them, knowing they are likely to be as good as the best Google result anyway. The AllMusic guide is one such resource, both online and in print. And I always keep a copy of the indispensable The New Food Lover's Companion on a shelf in my kitchen. But the Granddaddy of "Skip Google" resources on the web is Wikipedia.
It occurred to me that it might be fun to record the types of things I look up in Wikipedia and link them here with a brief explanation. You learn a little about the world, and more importantly, you learn a little about me. Or at least you learn what kinds of things I should probably know about and don't. (How's that for a perfect blend of egotism and self-deprecation?) Let's get started with a baseball entry, in recognition of the World Series, which begins tomorrow.
Spitball
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"A spitball is a baseball pitch in which the ball has been altered by the application of spit, petroleum jelly, or some other foreign substance, such as peanut butter. Such a pitch presents an additional challenge to the hitter because it causes the ball to move atypically during its approach due to the altered wind-resistance on one side of the ball."
I didn't know you could use peanut butter for a spitball. No doubt it would work, but it seems it would make the alteration too obvious because of its color. Here's another bit of spitball history that was new to me. After the pitch was banned by the major leagues in 1920, "it was recognized that there were some professional pitchers who had built their careers in large part on the spitball. A special exception was made for these 17 named players, and they were permitted to throw spitballs for the rest of their careers."
It occurred to me that it might be fun to record the types of things I look up in Wikipedia and link them here with a brief explanation. You learn a little about the world, and more importantly, you learn a little about me. Or at least you learn what kinds of things I should probably know about and don't. (How's that for a perfect blend of egotism and self-deprecation?) Let's get started with a baseball entry, in recognition of the World Series, which begins tomorrow.
Spitball
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"A spitball is a baseball pitch in which the ball has been altered by the application of spit, petroleum jelly, or some other foreign substance, such as peanut butter. Such a pitch presents an additional challenge to the hitter because it causes the ball to move atypically during its approach due to the altered wind-resistance on one side of the ball."
I didn't know you could use peanut butter for a spitball. No doubt it would work, but it seems it would make the alteration too obvious because of its color. Here's another bit of spitball history that was new to me. After the pitch was banned by the major leagues in 1920, "it was recognized that there were some professional pitchers who had built their careers in large part on the spitball. A special exception was made for these 17 named players, and they were permitted to throw spitballs for the rest of their careers."
Thursday, October 19, 2006
"You won't find moments in a box"
My new iPod is currently inhaling my music library. It's a beauty: sleek jet black. Well, actually, it's more like a pastel black. It's like night without the stars. Anyway, that's not why I'm writing.
It occurred to me again today how marvelous the packaging on Apple products is. The pleasing user experience of a Mac or an iPod really does begin as soon as you hold the sealed package in your hand. Plenty has been written about this, perhaps most famously in this slightly creepy article from Wired.com. But it's true.
And now, back to the syncing.
* * * * * * * *
"I took a moment from my day
And wrapped it up in things you say
Mailed it off to your address
You'll get it pretty soon unless
The packaging begins to break
And all the points I tried to make
Are tossed with thoughts into a bin
Time leaks out my life leaks in
You won't find moments in a box
And someone else will set your clocks
I took a moment from my day
Wrapped it up in things you say
And mailed it off to you"
It occurred to me again today how marvelous the packaging on Apple products is. The pleasing user experience of a Mac or an iPod really does begin as soon as you hold the sealed package in your hand. Plenty has been written about this, perhaps most famously in this slightly creepy article from Wired.com. But it's true.
And now, back to the syncing.
* * * * * * * *
"I took a moment from my day
And wrapped it up in things you say
Mailed it off to your address
You'll get it pretty soon unless
The packaging begins to break
And all the points I tried to make
Are tossed with thoughts into a bin
Time leaks out my life leaks in
You won't find moments in a box
And someone else will set your clocks
I took a moment from my day
Wrapped it up in things you say
And mailed it off to you"
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Replacing my iPod screen
Before and after. Er...after and before, I guess. (Sorry for the lousy image; I didn't really see much point in spending a lot of time on it. I wish I'd thought to take a "before" picture, well, before, but I didn't.)
My 4th generation 20 GB iPod had a cracked LCD screen, the cause of which is still a slight mystery to me. But I want to sell this iPod to offset the cost of the new one (arriving at my door tomorrow), and I figured it would be worth more with a screen you could actually see. That relatively small crack left the entire top half of the screen blank.
I bought an LCD from a vendor I found on Ebay. It arrived about a week later, packaged nicely and with a link to these instructions, which were quite good. I called my buddy Scott C. over because I always prefer a second set of eyes for projects like this. (I'd link him, but he hasn't updated his site in seven months, so forget it!). In less than an hour, I had a glorious new screen.
The job was much fun. The hardest part by far is cracking the iPod case open. As anyone who has ever held one can attest, the iPod has a slick, tightly designed case of white plastic and shiny metal, and slipping a screwdriver into the side of it is slightly disconcerting. The trick, for anyone who might be reading this hoping for tips, is to press the side of the white plastic face inward and then turn the point downward so it slips behind the side of the metal back piece. Then you can pry it up little by little, popping open the tabs that hold it together as you go.
We'll be listing the iPod on Ebay sometime soon, but in the meantime, if anyone wants to make an offer, email me: sjaustin at gmail dot com. We're also looking to sell Tracey's 4 GB (second generation) silver iPod mini, now that she has the Nano.
My 4th generation 20 GB iPod had a cracked LCD screen, the cause of which is still a slight mystery to me. But I want to sell this iPod to offset the cost of the new one (arriving at my door tomorrow), and I figured it would be worth more with a screen you could actually see. That relatively small crack left the entire top half of the screen blank.
I bought an LCD from a vendor I found on Ebay. It arrived about a week later, packaged nicely and with a link to these instructions, which were quite good. I called my buddy Scott C. over because I always prefer a second set of eyes for projects like this. (I'd link him, but he hasn't updated his site in seven months, so forget it!). In less than an hour, I had a glorious new screen.
The job was much fun. The hardest part by far is cracking the iPod case open. As anyone who has ever held one can attest, the iPod has a slick, tightly designed case of white plastic and shiny metal, and slipping a screwdriver into the side of it is slightly disconcerting. The trick, for anyone who might be reading this hoping for tips, is to press the side of the white plastic face inward and then turn the point downward so it slips behind the side of the metal back piece. Then you can pry it up little by little, popping open the tabs that hold it together as you go.
We'll be listing the iPod on Ebay sometime soon, but in the meantime, if anyone wants to make an offer, email me: sjaustin at gmail dot com. We're also looking to sell Tracey's 4 GB (second generation) silver iPod mini, now that she has the Nano.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
iPod nano
A few months back, I opened an account at Key Bank because they were offering a great promotion: open a checking account, get a free iPod nano. I figured that if it came in time, I'd give it to Tracey for her birthday, which is Friday. So I was very excited today when the doorbell rang and the FedEx guy gave me a box from Key Bank. I filled the iPod with some music and photos of Abel, then wrapped it up so she could open it (early, I know) when she got home.
At the time of the promotion, I anticipated getting a 1 GB first-generation Nano, the one that came in black or white and scratched really easily. That would have been fine, but because Apple introduced a second-generation before the promotion concluded, I ended up with a new silver 2 GB iPod nano.
This thing is truly amazing. Even though I had been in the Apple store and seen these new iPods already, I didn't appreciate how small and compact the design is until I held it in my hand without the anti-theft stuff they stick to it in the stores. If you have an iPod, take a look at the cable connector where you plug it into the base. The Nano is slightly thinner than that connector. It's incredible. And never having had an iPod with photo support before, I enjoyed playing with that as well. (Yes, I immediately "borrowed" it away from Tracey for a few hours.) I know Tracey will love being able to see pictures of her little boy wherever she goes.
One complaint: although the new earbuds are slightly more comfortable than the old ones, they simply do not stay in my ears. But then, the only bud-style earphones that ever did stay in my ears were the original iPod earbuds. I've got weird ears. So everyone else in the world is likely to prefer the new ones.
If you get a chance to check one of these out, you should do it. It's a marvel.
At the time of the promotion, I anticipated getting a 1 GB first-generation Nano, the one that came in black or white and scratched really easily. That would have been fine, but because Apple introduced a second-generation before the promotion concluded, I ended up with a new silver 2 GB iPod nano.
This thing is truly amazing. Even though I had been in the Apple store and seen these new iPods already, I didn't appreciate how small and compact the design is until I held it in my hand without the anti-theft stuff they stick to it in the stores. If you have an iPod, take a look at the cable connector where you plug it into the base. The Nano is slightly thinner than that connector. It's incredible. And never having had an iPod with photo support before, I enjoyed playing with that as well. (Yes, I immediately "borrowed" it away from Tracey for a few hours.) I know Tracey will love being able to see pictures of her little boy wherever she goes.
One complaint: although the new earbuds are slightly more comfortable than the old ones, they simply do not stay in my ears. But then, the only bud-style earphones that ever did stay in my ears were the original iPod earbuds. I've got weird ears. So everyone else in the world is likely to prefer the new ones.
If you get a chance to check one of these out, you should do it. It's a marvel.
Ten-second thoughts
1. Is it just me, or do most of the voice actors on PBS Kids shows sound slightly Canadian? I feel like this might be corrupting the Youth of America.
2. The last time I liked a TV show as much as I like LOST, it was called...well, maybe I shouldn't say.
3. When it comes to being a Mac user, I'm more of a Jobs guy than a Woz guy. But I have some friends who are Woz guys, so that's okay.
4. When it comes to theology, I'm more of a Tony Jones guy than a John Piper guy.
5. I'm open to being friends with Piper guys, but they are by and large much less friendly than Woz guys.
6. If those last three all made sense to you, it means you are probably less than one-tenth of one percent of the population. Congratulations to you (and to me).
7. Please understand this. It takes a lot less time to scrape some paint off a window with a razor blade than it does to paint carefully enough so as not to get any paint on the window in the first place.
8. Autumn in New York literally pales in comparison to Autumn in Maine.
Special Bonus! Twenty-second thought:
1. Is there anything less boring than Google buying YouTube? Mark Cuban alone has nearly brought the Internet to a screeching halt with all his punditry. I just don't care. (Unless Google forces their crappy interface onto YouTube's content, making it impossible to scroll vertically on the page. Then I will care. A lot.)
2. The last time I liked a TV show as much as I like LOST, it was called...well, maybe I shouldn't say.
3. When it comes to being a Mac user, I'm more of a Jobs guy than a Woz guy. But I have some friends who are Woz guys, so that's okay.
4. When it comes to theology, I'm more of a Tony Jones guy than a John Piper guy.
5. I'm open to being friends with Piper guys, but they are by and large much less friendly than Woz guys.
6. If those last three all made sense to you, it means you are probably less than one-tenth of one percent of the population. Congratulations to you (and to me).
7. Please understand this. It takes a lot less time to scrape some paint off a window with a razor blade than it does to paint carefully enough so as not to get any paint on the window in the first place.
8. Autumn in New York literally pales in comparison to Autumn in Maine.
Special Bonus! Twenty-second thought:
1. Is there anything less boring than Google buying YouTube? Mark Cuban alone has nearly brought the Internet to a screeching halt with all his punditry. I just don't care. (Unless Google forces their crappy interface onto YouTube's content, making it impossible to scroll vertically on the page. Then I will care. A lot.)
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Damn Yankees
So to speak.
As I was dozing off last night, I was constructing a little piece in my head about what I think should be done with the Yankees. I almost, but not quite, came to the conclusion that I thought Joe Torre should be fired. I didn't really think it through all the way, but it looks as if it will probably happen before I have a chance to write about it, at least according to this report.
Other thoughts, quickly, since I'm on my way out the door:
Unload A-Rod, somehow, anyhow. All-time level great player. Future Hall of Famer. Not a comnpetitor. Not a Yankee.
Wire Steinbrenner's jaw shut, so he can't try to do Brian Cashman's job for him anymore.
Get pitching. Young pitching. Not 40-year old, aching back pitching. I could have lived with Josh Beckett being a bust in New York. I can't live with any more Kevin Brown, Randy Johnson types.
Try not to take too much solace in the fact that, mathematically speaking, you won infinitely more playoff games this year than the third-place Red Sox. No one really cares.
As I was dozing off last night, I was constructing a little piece in my head about what I think should be done with the Yankees. I almost, but not quite, came to the conclusion that I thought Joe Torre should be fired. I didn't really think it through all the way, but it looks as if it will probably happen before I have a chance to write about it, at least according to this report.
Other thoughts, quickly, since I'm on my way out the door:
Unload A-Rod, somehow, anyhow. All-time level great player. Future Hall of Famer. Not a comnpetitor. Not a Yankee.
Wire Steinbrenner's jaw shut, so he can't try to do Brian Cashman's job for him anymore.
Get pitching. Young pitching. Not 40-year old, aching back pitching. I could have lived with Josh Beckett being a bust in New York. I can't live with any more Kevin Brown, Randy Johnson types.
Try not to take too much solace in the fact that, mathematically speaking, you won infinitely more playoff games this year than the third-place Red Sox. No one really cares.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Twenty days later
You didn't really think I'd go three whole weeks without writing something, did you? The past twenty days have no doubt been long and difficult, and while I do apologize, I am not exactly sorry. I'm sure you muddled through somehow.
Now that we have established what has been weighing on your minds, let me tell you some of the things that have been weighing on mine lately.
Artisan Church relocated to the German House last weekend. We outgrew our first worship space at Trinity Covenant Church, so we moved down Clinton Avenue and around the corner at Gregory Street to a beautiful old party house. It's a theater-style room with great ambience and plenty of space for us to stretch out, and there is a decent sports bar in the basement should we want to watch some football after service. (Best story of the first weekend there: After the service was over, I checked my phone and had a text message from a friend that said, "We're drinking underneath you. Can I get an Amen?") It also happens to be the venue for the best concert I've ever seen that wasn't performed by four dudes from Vermont.
Baseball's regular season came to a close with some interesting finishes. The Astros almost overtook the Cardinals, but didn't. The Twins did overtake the Tigers, but Detroit still made it in. The Red Sox finished third in the AL East. Two former Rochester Red Wings had big seasons, with Joe Mauer beating out Derek Jeter for the batting title and Justin Morneau making a quasi-run at the MVP. And speaking of which, yesterday, David Ortiz and Jermaine Dye sat at home and watched two other MVP competitors play big roles in the two AL playoff games, with Frank Thomas hitting a couple of homers against the Twins and Derek Jeter going 5 for 5 in his game.
Tracey turns 30 in a couple weeks. Big celebrations are currently being planned. (In the passive voice, apparently. Who am I, Joe Buck? And yes, anyone else who is both a grammar snob and a sports fan will now hate listening to Joe Buck call sports games. Even more.)
Abel is definitely two. But he's the sweetest, cutest, funniest two-year old ever.
The final book in the Series of Unfortunate Events, um, series, comes out on Friday the 13th. Abandoning alliteration, it is simply titled The End. How dreadfully dire. More films to follow. Here's hoping they're as good as the initial installment.
LOST season three premieres tonight! I really want to watch these live and write about them the next day, but my crappy friends are making me wait until Sunday nights so we can all watch them together. Thanks a lot, guys. Now I'll never be as cool as Ellen. Oh, I guess she's on a blog sabbatical. See? There's a big wide door to recap coolness, but my friends are holding me back from greatness as usual. Oh well. We all know I'd recap two episodes and then start a new feature like "athletic sock reviews," which would then also be abandoned. (Incidentally, if twelve pairs of socks for less than nine dollars seems too good to be true, that's because it is.)
My sister got an iPod shuffle for her birthday, and she gave me one of the extra Apple logo stickers that came with it. I already have one on my car, so where should I put it? I was thinking behind the bridge on my Strat, but putting a sticker on a musical instrument is a big step. By the way, I think I may replace the bridge on my Strat soon. Any recommendations on where to buy one, other than Musician's Fiend?
This has been fun. We should do this more often, you and I.
Now that we have established what has been weighing on your minds, let me tell you some of the things that have been weighing on mine lately.
Artisan Church relocated to the German House last weekend. We outgrew our first worship space at Trinity Covenant Church, so we moved down Clinton Avenue and around the corner at Gregory Street to a beautiful old party house. It's a theater-style room with great ambience and plenty of space for us to stretch out, and there is a decent sports bar in the basement should we want to watch some football after service. (Best story of the first weekend there: After the service was over, I checked my phone and had a text message from a friend that said, "We're drinking underneath you. Can I get an Amen?") It also happens to be the venue for the best concert I've ever seen that wasn't performed by four dudes from Vermont.
Baseball's regular season came to a close with some interesting finishes. The Astros almost overtook the Cardinals, but didn't. The Twins did overtake the Tigers, but Detroit still made it in. The Red Sox finished third in the AL East. Two former Rochester Red Wings had big seasons, with Joe Mauer beating out Derek Jeter for the batting title and Justin Morneau making a quasi-run at the MVP. And speaking of which, yesterday, David Ortiz and Jermaine Dye sat at home and watched two other MVP competitors play big roles in the two AL playoff games, with Frank Thomas hitting a couple of homers against the Twins and Derek Jeter going 5 for 5 in his game.
Tracey turns 30 in a couple weeks. Big celebrations are currently being planned. (In the passive voice, apparently. Who am I, Joe Buck? And yes, anyone else who is both a grammar snob and a sports fan will now hate listening to Joe Buck call sports games. Even more.)
Abel is definitely two. But he's the sweetest, cutest, funniest two-year old ever.
The final book in the Series of Unfortunate Events, um, series, comes out on Friday the 13th. Abandoning alliteration, it is simply titled The End. How dreadfully dire. More films to follow. Here's hoping they're as good as the initial installment.
LOST season three premieres tonight! I really want to watch these live and write about them the next day, but my crappy friends are making me wait until Sunday nights so we can all watch them together. Thanks a lot, guys. Now I'll never be as cool as Ellen. Oh, I guess she's on a blog sabbatical. See? There's a big wide door to recap coolness, but my friends are holding me back from greatness as usual. Oh well. We all know I'd recap two episodes and then start a new feature like "athletic sock reviews," which would then also be abandoned. (Incidentally, if twelve pairs of socks for less than nine dollars seems too good to be true, that's because it is.)
My sister got an iPod shuffle for her birthday, and she gave me one of the extra Apple logo stickers that came with it. I already have one on my car, so where should I put it? I was thinking behind the bridge on my Strat, but putting a sticker on a musical instrument is a big step. By the way, I think I may replace the bridge on my Strat soon. Any recommendations on where to buy one, other than Musician's Fiend?
This has been fun. We should do this more often, you and I.
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