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Last night Court and I went to watch our friends play in Minneapolis. It’s the second time we’ve seen them own the stage at Lee’s Liqour Lounge. Every time I see them I am in awe of their raw talent. I’ve tried so hard over the years to figure out how to play music. I understand rhythm, I can read sheet music, and I know the fingerings, but I have always lacked something. Watching them play as if it were a simple extention of their being was simply amazing.

A few friends at work bet their hair on the Rose Bowl. Check out Murphy’s site for the results.

In October Courtney and I went to Green Bay for Maggie and Nick’s wedding. When we arrived home I discovered two dead computers. I accidently found Lambaeu that weekend.

Ah, the flame war once again rages here at the office. Will robots be able to one day automously determine whether to conquer man or will man have to program them to do so? So many questions to answer….

In the last week I’ve coincidently run across two pictures of a girlfriend of mine from high school. They’ve popped up in the oddest of places, too. I’ve already lost one of them again but this one is still around. Ok, ok, it’s probably not nice of me to go around posting random photos I find of people so I’ll throw this one up of me circa the same time period. The last time I ran into Sara was sometime around 1998 on the River Falls campus when she told me a story about a prior weekend polishing off a bottle of Creme de Mint. I believe she went on to become a school teacher and marry. I ran into her father at my brother’s grooms men golf outing but didn’t exchange words.

Update : - By the way, notice my long, flowing, beautiful hair. Oh how I miss it! ~groan~

Last week Dave’s mother, Eileen, passed on after many years battling cancer. She was the toughest fighter I have met. She fought cancer for most of the years I knew her.

If I had to describe Eileen I would say she was Carol Brady spiked with vodka. She never remebered my name (not that I’m very rememberable) but that didn’t stop her from welcoming me into her home. They had a screened-in front porch on their house and I hated walking in without notice. But knocking on the screened porch door yielded very little results. One had to walk into the porch and knock on the house door. Many times Eileen would find me outside waiting for someone to notice me standing at the porch. “Com’on in, Hon! Don’t stand out there!” she would say. And I would thank her graciously by taking off my shoes before entering the house.

We used her basement to learn to play music. She tolerated many hours of poorly played guitars, screaming nonsense, and general foolery. And even through all of that she would come down and offer us snacks. “Do you boys want Twinkies? How about ice cream? What about Twinkies IN ice cream?” You couldn’t get by her without taking a snack.

Eileen was unique. I will always have a place in my heart for her. She made such an impression on me as a teenager. I will never forget her. Good-bye, Eileen.