I'm on tonight, you know my hips don't lie...

So, I'm sitting at the Fort Lauderdale airport awaiting a flight to Houston, where I'll connect to go to Seattle (I have a meeting this weekend there), and I'd thought I'd blog what with the free wi-fi et al.

Anyways, I was surfing the net the other day, and came across a story which I wanted to share. The National Trust for Historic Preservation wants to save Pilar, the boat which helped inspire Ernest Hemingway to write The Old Man and the Sea, as well as the rest of his estate, Finca Vigia, just outside Havana, Cuba. They've even put name Finca one of their most endangered sites, the first outside the U.S.

So, the a foundation raised enough money to restore the boat, but then ran into a problem: the current U.S. embargo against Cuba. According to this article, the funds gathered in the U.S. can't be spent in Cuba because to do so would be to support Castro. So, instead, the Cuban government (lead by Fidel), is paying for the restoration...

Interesting, no? But alas, I now must board my plane.


And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection

Koo koo ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson

Oh! if I'd only known I could've been a Keelhauler, how my whole college career might have changed! But, alas, I'm a Longhorn, whose remaing records will mostly likely be broken today and tomorrow...

(and on top of that, I missed blogging about St. Patrick's Day--dagnabit!)

"If they can dye the river green, why can't it be blue the 364 other days of the year..."
(or something like that)


Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Jotting Joe has left and gone away, hey hey hey

Every step of the way, we walk a line...

Beware the ides of March

Every step of the way, we walk a line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilling up, we struggle and we scrape
All boxed in, nowhere to escape.

But I'll wait for something more, 'cause I gotta have faith

Well, because it's apparently Pi Day (3/14--get it?), I thought I'd mention another Pi...

<--this one, here--the one named after a pool. Now, I picked up this book because I really like the cover... mostly. Actually, I'd seen it for a few months (maybe a year), and had heard that it was rather good. And it is.

Upon finishing the book, I needed to talk to someone about it. Not so much wanted to, but needed to. Mostly because of how it ends (yes--you need to read through the whole thing to get it, and, if you've not read it, trust me, it can try your patience).

Anyways, this book about a young Indian boy who spends the better part of the book adrift in the blue Pacific Ocean on a white lifeboat with an orange tiger (hence the cover). As I've explained to some, this book makes me look at the notion of faith.

Not "Faith" of the Buffyverse, or even George Michael's variant--why would I ever question those??? Actually they might refer closer than I'm thinking... but I digress. No, more so the notion of faith as in any belief... and not necessarily in terms of religion.

Actually the brilliant thing to me about the book is that it transfers a religious-type-faith to a non-religious topic, while also addressing religion (there's symbolism in all those colors, apparently).

Anyways, it's interesting for me, as someone who does not brook much religion.... On that note, I should be getting on to some other writing.

I wish I was in Tijuana--eating barbequed iguana

So, I'm sitting in Bennigan's this afternoon, finishing up lunch, when over the piped-in 80's music comes Wall of Voodoo's "Mexican Radio".

Ever had a song that can just take you back somewhere? Mexican Radio is one of the songs that can do that for me... back to 2 weeks spent in a training camp in Colorado Springs, and the incessant need of Harvey, one of the coaches on the trip, to play the song--burning it into my mind, and probably the rest of the group there.

A good memory, and a good one to have after this morning, when I mistook "parking issue" to mean there might just be competition for parking rather than their would be no parking.

Oh well... time to work on the tax return.


I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende, it's a riddle

World's on fire, it's more than I can handle...

In true American commercialization-fashion, Universal Studios Orlando has a Mardi Gras celebration extending completely through Lent; kinda missing the point of why Mardi Gras is what it is... (at least in New Orleans, everything stops with Lent--literally at midnight on Ash Wednesday).

But, hey, it ends on Earth Day, so that's cool.


I watch the heavens, but I find no calling
Something I can do to change what's coming

Time is like a clock in my heart

Ah, such a fun weekend--not. But atleast I've found out where Viggo Mortensen went to school.

Oh, and it's Oscar night! I wanna hear Dolly sing her song... tho if it's like last year, they'll have Beyoncé singing it, instead. (and that would, again, be tragic--maybe they'll let Minnie Driver sing this year???)


Because time won't give me time
And time makes lovers feel
Like they've got something real
But you and me we know
They've got nothing but time
And time won't give me time... won't give me time