Tuesday, September 06, 2005
The Bird is the Word
I had a nice long weekend, how about you?
On Saturday, I met up with Liz Cate and Liz Greene at the Portsmouth Brewery. Surprisingly, I was the one leading the way around town, as Liz and Liz had evidently only been to Portsmouth on elementary school field trips. Before I arrived, they had actually planned our trip on a Portsmouth Harbor cruise, which sort of had that "field trip" feel to it, as it was narrated by a voice coming over the boat's PA system. Also like most field trips, I ignored most of it and am no smarter than I was beforehand. We went to the Gas Light for dinner and the Rusty Hammer for drinks, then returned to our respective domains far, far away.
I was talking with my Dad last week about whether I had ever scored a birdie while playing golf. I suggested that if I couldn't remember it, it probably never happened. Yesterday, on the Par 3 second hole at Tewksbury, I hit my tee shot within about 12 feet of the hole. I knew it was my big chance, but the putt was pretty long, so there was a serious chance that I would blow it. Bruce Cygan, Joe Taranto, and Ray Adams finished up their putts first to add to the drama. On the first hole, I had made one of the ugliest putts of my life, catching the putter on the ground before I hit the ball. I was hoping not to repeat that. I lined it up, took a swing, and...bang! First birdie ever (or at least in recent memory). I should have taken the advice of George Costanza. Go out on a high note. Leave your audience wanting more. I should have walked off the golf course, but instead, I continued playing and scoring, well, not birdies. For all non-golfers, I'm sorry to have wasted your time.
Last night, I watched the last half of the Metallica documentary "Some Kind of Monster". I'm not a Metallica fan, but it was pretty interesting nonetheless. It is very bizarre that the guys who make this nasty, aggressive music are articulate, sensitive guys who are afraid to get their feelings hurt. They all go to therapy together and say things like "When you say that this is a decision we should make by feeling, why does that always mean your feelings?". The camera even captures drummer Lars Ulrich (infamous for leading the crusade against Napster) auctioning off his collection of modern art, for which he gets almost $10 million. Rock and Roll!
Well, I should get going now. If you have any good stories from the holiday weekend, feel free to share them in the comments section or by emailing them to Mesteeblogger@gmail.com. That is all.
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On Saturday, I met up with Liz Cate and Liz Greene at the Portsmouth Brewery. Surprisingly, I was the one leading the way around town, as Liz and Liz had evidently only been to Portsmouth on elementary school field trips. Before I arrived, they had actually planned our trip on a Portsmouth Harbor cruise, which sort of had that "field trip" feel to it, as it was narrated by a voice coming over the boat's PA system. Also like most field trips, I ignored most of it and am no smarter than I was beforehand. We went to the Gas Light for dinner and the Rusty Hammer for drinks, then returned to our respective domains far, far away.
I was talking with my Dad last week about whether I had ever scored a birdie while playing golf. I suggested that if I couldn't remember it, it probably never happened. Yesterday, on the Par 3 second hole at Tewksbury, I hit my tee shot within about 12 feet of the hole. I knew it was my big chance, but the putt was pretty long, so there was a serious chance that I would blow it. Bruce Cygan, Joe Taranto, and Ray Adams finished up their putts first to add to the drama. On the first hole, I had made one of the ugliest putts of my life, catching the putter on the ground before I hit the ball. I was hoping not to repeat that. I lined it up, took a swing, and...bang! First birdie ever (or at least in recent memory). I should have taken the advice of George Costanza. Go out on a high note. Leave your audience wanting more. I should have walked off the golf course, but instead, I continued playing and scoring, well, not birdies. For all non-golfers, I'm sorry to have wasted your time.
Last night, I watched the last half of the Metallica documentary "Some Kind of Monster". I'm not a Metallica fan, but it was pretty interesting nonetheless. It is very bizarre that the guys who make this nasty, aggressive music are articulate, sensitive guys who are afraid to get their feelings hurt. They all go to therapy together and say things like "When you say that this is a decision we should make by feeling, why does that always mean your feelings?". The camera even captures drummer Lars Ulrich (infamous for leading the crusade against Napster) auctioning off his collection of modern art, for which he gets almost $10 million. Rock and Roll!
Well, I should get going now. If you have any good stories from the holiday weekend, feel free to share them in the comments section or by emailing them to Mesteeblogger@gmail.com. That is all.
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