Lunch Should Be Longer

Work, Home, Rest, and Play...it's always a great day at work...

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

why did LSBL fade away- was it because we didn't want to keep using our BRAINS???

Monday, October 02, 2006

Ahh, the Tribune-Democrat's wonderful online community provided this jewel of a website.

The world famous Coney Island Hot Dogs

Monday, June 12, 2006

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Woo hoo! Gotta love this map. Here's the states and their respective average gas price.

Map O' Gas Prices

Pretty accurate it seems. Not sure when this thing gets updated though, but is pretty interesting to see where gas is cheaper and where's it's more expensive.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Its pretty hot when your Creedence Clearwater Revival cover/tribute band gets to take a photo with a bunch of cute girls. But really, can't you take a second to remove your fanny packs before the pic?

Thursday, April 06, 2006

I think I have a disorder. Some kind of bad neural connection that wasn't intended in my blueprint. I can't seem to detach myself from other peoples' circumstance. It's like empathy raised a power. I see someone, a stranger, and I can't help but project my own self into my best approximation of their life. This morning it was the guy cleaning the bathroom here at work. Most days I see him and don't think twice about it. He's here to do his job and I to do mine and our only interaction borders on avoidance. But today something struck me about him. I saw him mopping the floor in the doorway of the ladies' and I just fully imagined how hard his life may be. He's in his 40s, and cleaning up other peoples' mess for a living. That man was a boy once. If you have kids think of your son, or a nephew, or whoever. This small person, full of potential, intelligence, dreams, growing into the direction of their life. In the same way, that man was a boy once. A boy that played and laughed and scraped his knees. A boy that never once thought, "I'm going to mop bathroom floors when I grow up." So what happened from then to now? Was it poor choices? circumstance? illness? I don't want to start rambling on and on, but it really just made me feel....fortunate.

Monday, April 03, 2006

So the other week I log in to check post a dream (the last post here) and saw that I had to enter a code in order to post. Seems that Blogger thinks this is a spam site. I didn't realize that a blog posting links to other sites (gee, isn't that what a blog is?) would mean that it make LSBL a spam site!

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