I discovered something funny about myself the other day. I was at work dealing with a difficult caller on the phone. No matter what I said to her, even with some coaching from some more senior co-workers, she was never satisfied with my answers, and the call probably dragged on for some twenty minutes. When I got off the phone, I was listening to myself talk about the call with my co-workers, and was shocked to find that my Chicago accent had resurfaced.
Soundtrack in my head: Neneh Cherry, "Trout" Just found out today that the different drummer soundtrack is one of five nominees for MKE's (Milwaukee's) Blog of the Week. For my readers who don't know, MKE is a free weekly magazine in the Milwaukee area. I'll have to make sure to pick up a copy next … Continue reading MKE’s (Milwaukee’s) blog of the week
If anybody has seen someone here in Madison holding a staff skyward with eyes closed in concentration, well, at the very least I’d recommend being nice to the person and hope that he/she is on our side.
Soundtrack in my head: Squirrel Nut Zippers, "Got My Own Thing Now" Tonight, for the first time in a week or so, I have both my ceiling fan and my window fan running,, as temperatures will be climbing into upper 80’s and lower 90’s again in Madison. There’s something about ceiling fans and the sound … Continue reading a lazy night watching the rotating ceiling fan blades
A number of friends of mine consider themselves spiritual but not into “organized religion.” They look at the rather checkered history of organized religion and wonder why anyone would want to get involved. When I think about the question, I think about the Monty Python sketch about a soccer game between the great German and Greek philosophers. At the beginning of the game, the philosophers line up on opposite sides of the center line, the referee throws up the ball, and…the philosophers begin wandering aimlessly around the field, hands under chins in deep thought while the ball just sits there.