Dr. Seuss, the Champagne, and Assorted Bonbons
2:05 p.m --
Happy High Holy Day to everyone out there.
If you're celebrating with corned beef and cabbage, you're ill-informed.
If you're celebrating with several beverages, louding the resilience of your people and their overall impervious nature to psychoanalysis, then you're getting warm.
(the Dr. Seuss come with my observation that I'm having more fun in Boston than Austin, SXSW be damned...)
If you're like me, eschewing a normal breakfast of raisin bran and a hearty session with the toilet for a healthy dose of Jameson, then you're on track. Good on ya for that.
It's the High Holy Day - St. Patrick's Day - and no better place to spend it than Boston. (as I pointed out to a friend earlier, Boston is better than Austin, so shampoo you, LBJ)
Last year, I'd have traded appendages to spend time in Boston. Often times, and it was often, Boston was where I landed. Literally. When I came home from the M to the KE.
And the last few days, even with me going MU Rah Rah versus the Spartans on my bracket, I've really come to realize how lucky I've been these last 10 months.
Of course, it's taken me this long to really take that self-inventory on account of basically working every day since I started (did the comp hour thing - it's over 430 hours...like two months...think it's time to re-evaluate the system?) but nonetheless, I'm in a place. Next step is to put myself in a place inside a place.
TLBR's been going nationwide and worldwide the last few, so everyone who has given me some shout-outs and comments on the official mail box, thanks much.
This started as a labour of love, a vessel of boredom, and a channel for output. That fact that almost 200,000 people have logged on in almost two years -without any advertising, only word of mouth and a heavy refresh button from my Mom - makes me smile.
As I said to my man DScott in Boston, my insanity needed an audience. The fact you all tune in on a semi-regular basis is a terrific thing. Thanks always.
Onto the rest of the hoops. Here's hoping your brackets are in order, you beer cold, your loved ones close, and your days filled with green lights, sunny days, and open tabs. (that's the modern day Irish toast).