Unfavorable Topography: 04/01/2006 - 05/01/2006

Monday, April 10, 2006

Salvatore Frank Fasano (born August 10, 1971 in Chicago, Illinois) is a Major League Baseball catcher for the Philadelphia Phillies.

In his first season back in the majors since 2001, Sal achieved career highs in homeruns (11) and runs scored (25) in only 160 at-bats with the 2005 Baltimore Orioles.

Fasano played for the University of Evansville and was drafted by the Kansas City Royals in the 37th round of the 1993 Amateur Draft. He has also played for the Oakland Athletics, Colorado Rockies, Anaheim Angels and Baltimore Orioles. Sal is known for his ability to help mentor young pitchers. He currently has a small fan base in Philadelphia called "Sal's Pals", which consists of several men featuring similar facial hair. He also loves ravioli. [citation needed]





from wikipedia.org

Friday, April 07, 2006

Monday, April 03, 2006

...like I said, I am a fan of Jean Renoir. Especially his commentaries on his own films. They are amazing, intuitive, and not to mention informative. I've always learned a lot by watching commentaries, discussions, historians, etc. Although, not many are incredibly profound, which leads me to believe that, perhaps, one day, I could be involved in taped discussions about films I've loved. I have some more studying to do.

A few people, some friends, some strangers, have just started trekking along the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine. They are trying to track their progress here. A lot of people have left comments, notably parents and friends I've never heard of. I know a few, but haven't spoken to them in "years". But I would consider two of the gentlemen (Ben and Ryan) dear friends of mine. So I hope they are enjoying themselves. Mr. Jon McGlone sent me the link to an article in the Detroit News a month or so back. It can be viewed and read here

I have commented a few times on their last post. I signed myself "Boudu" because, like I said, I am a fan of Jean Renoir. I left hints so Ben and Ryan would know who I was. But I feel so far removed from everyone else that I care not if they ever figure it out. It is unfortunate, but it is the way of my people.

A few humorous tales of the past hour:

^I once suggested a coworker read a book, knowing full well that she cared not for my suggestions, nor anything having to do with reading.

^I once bet a fifty dollar bill on UCLA, when their opponent was Florida during the final collegiate roundball game, to a fellow coworker who attended UCLA for his collegiate years, thus was rooting for UCLA anyway. This is a good thing. I do not have fifty dollars to bet on a meaningless basketball game. (see my last post)

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Things of concern during the past mind-cycle:

*I would like a new post for the McGlone Digital Archives Project

*I would like to see my girlfriend really really really soon. Her recent trip to Cornwall provided an envy only Iago could equal. Not to mention Jake Weisman is leaving L.A. to travel the world abroad for two months this summer.

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Things I still enjoy despite my lack of remembrances this very moment:

+ The Silver Jews record "American Water". I recall driving through West Texas and most of the southwest having this record as my guide and anthem.

+ White people. (etc)

+ Muffins. Yogurt. Soup. (...and jesus lay down his sword for the lambs to pass by)

+ The Russian language. (On an immediacy note: standing in line to buy cold medications for the crew, the young gentleman in front of me spoke Russian to the cashier. I heard her ask him, "How are you doing today?" He replied, "Good (Horroshow)" Then he said, "Thanks (Spaciba)". I left Rite Aid and walked in the rain berating myself for not being fluent in Russian. Ironically, the last week I have gone to the gymnasium in the morning before work, there is a Russian woman taking her son to school. She speaks Russian to him in the elevator. The young lad replies in English. Maybe one day he will regret it.