Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Miles Runs the Voodoo Down

The Internet is a big sprawling mess of stuff. Big. The Web is just a piece of the Internet, and even it is infinitely big. I try to visualize the number of web pages and it gets to be this big creepy cosmic thing, like in Stephen King's Dark Tower novels, where the entire universe is contained within a single rose growing in an empty lot in Manhattan. I like the recursion in that image. Aside from the recursion, though, is the concept of big. An entire universe contained within a rose, which is part of another entire universe contained within a blade of grass, which is in turn....well, you get my point.

Anyway, in amongst the billions of web pages, tucked away like a needle jammed into the middle of the Serengeti, is a monument. In the grand scheme of things, the monument is actually pretty small, but here it is, nonetheless. You could spend your whole life wandering the Serengeti and never step on that needle. If you were to search your whole life for that needle, you may never find it. Nonetheless, here that needle stands, in a dark, lightly-traveled corner of the Internet. It shall stand for as long as the mighty Blogger.com shall stand, and it will trumpet forth its simple message.

Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday, Dear Grandma
Happy Birthday to You

Love,
Hambone*

*As dictated to Daddy, this 23rd day of March in the year two thousand and five

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Naima

You never know where one of Stacy's articles will pop up next!

Monday, March 21, 2005

Wearing a Raincoat

Jack's first birthday has come and gone, and the pictures are nowhere to be found. That's not entirely true, though, since Uncle Scott has had a Powerbook fire lit under him, and has posted some pictures at his new picture page. Ah, picture pages. Some things just stick with you your whole life. But, I digress. I will try to follow Uncle Scott's example and post some pictures of my own this week.

We started out our Spring Travel Season with a bang. I ventured out to Las Vegas with Mom and Jeff on the 8th, and we lived the Downtown experience. We had a fantastic time, bolstered by some good winnings. We spent a couple of afternoons playing the horses, which wasn't terribly profitable, but it's sure a nice way to spend some time. A nice time, that is, is you can ignore the pathetic wrecks that populate Las Vegas sports books. I'd recommend actually going to the races -- the live action is much more fun and dynamic, and you'll be spared the spectacle of broken old men wasting their lives away in smoke and solitude.

Stacy and Jack flew down to Oklahoma on the 12th, and stayed until this past Thursday. Jack had a wonderful time visiting Grandma and Grandpa and all the fun family people, and re-stocked on OU jackets. He should be set for another year (it's a shame that the OU basketball couldn't keep it together for him).

We have an exciting couple of weeks ahead. We're going to Turtle Lake for Easter, which always leads to speculation on whether the dog population will exceed the people population. Then, in the following week, Dad is bringing the traveling road show to Milwaukee.