synaptic detritus

I'm not a Grateful Dead fan, but someone out there could do a takeoff on "Truckin'" about a man's midlife crisis called "Fuckin'" with the line, "Living on redheads, vitamin V, and Rogaine".

synaptic detritus

I'm not a Grateful Dead fan, but someone out there could do a takeoff on "Truckin'" about a man's midlife crisis called "Fuckin'" with the line, "Living on redheads, vitamin V, and Rogaine".

thingy one, thingy two

I had a dream recently where i was wandering through a music studio, and the theme was a documentary about the first female Black recording engineer, sometime back in the `50s.  I could see the techniques she pioneered at the mixing board, and the jazz acts she recorded.  And there was a big dog in the hallway, too.  Clearly my subconscious is trying to push Black History Month on me, even if it's fictitious history.

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Crossfire got shut out today by Ball Monsters, 8-0.  We played well in the first half, giving up two fluke goals (the first when an attacker managed to shoot the ball between two defenders into my far post; the second when i ran out to clear a loose ball, but sent right at an attacker who managed to kick the ball into the empty goal — the lesson is when in doubt, play it safe and dump the ball out).  In the second half, the defense broke down right away and let a goal in soon after kickoff, and it went downhill from there.  Soon, the team started playing badly on offense, trying shots to desperately kick in the "goal of honor" instead of focusing on passing and moving.  My only faults were booting the ball too long a few times.  I'm not sure why i'm not more annoyed at how we lost; i guess that we gave a lot of effort, even if it was often misguided, such as people double-teaming the attacker with the ball and leaving another attacker open.

thingy one, thingy two

I had a dream recently where i was wandering through a music studio, and the theme was a documentary about the first female Black recording engineer, sometime back in the `50s.  I could see the techniques she pioneered at the mixing board, and the jazz acts she recorded.  And there was a big dog in the hallway, too.  Clearly my subconscious is trying to push Black History Month on me, even if it's fictitious history.

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Crossfire got shut out today by Ball Monsters, 8-0.  We played well in the first half, giving up two fluke goals (the first when an attacker managed to shoot the ball between two defenders into my far post; the second when i ran out to clear a loose ball, but sent right at an attacker who managed to kick the ball into the empty goal — the lesson is when in doubt, play it safe and dump the ball out).  In the second half, the defense broke down right away and let a goal in soon after kickoff, and it went downhill from there.  Soon, the team started playing badly on offense, trying shots to desperately kick in the "goal of honor" instead of focusing on passing and moving.  My only faults were booting the ball too long a few times.  I'm not sure why i'm not more annoyed at how we lost; i guess that we gave a lot of effort, even if it was often misguided, such as people double-teaming the attacker with the ball and leaving another attacker open.