JUNE 2003

WEDNESAY, JULY 30, 2003 - 28 Days Later

The movie's jerky and grainy delivery had Jen and me squirming in our seats. Formulaic scare tactics still work thanks to sprinting, red-eyed zombies that will make you jump back in your chair, ready to sacrifice your wife to get away.

Don't forget to stick around for the alternate ending at the end of the credits.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 23, 2003 - Umbros and Scrunchy Buns

I received cat calls from two field hockey campers today. Though one can scarcely blame them, I was a little pink in the face and certainly horrified to be objectified as a man.

THURSDAY, JULY 17, 2003 - A Cesspool of Bitterness

I recently had a lunch meeting with two colleagues who are both leaving my former employer. Afterwards, what was supposed to be a surface chat with another person turned into an outpouring of bitterness and petty rivalry. My back remained tense for several hours that afternoon.

For years I've had mild to severe insomnia, amplified by the office's morale state, but these days I sleep with abandon. Now that JD is going to New York and VB to Paris, I have no reason to ever return there.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 9, 2003 - Slow Ride... Take it easy...

Before moving to Boston, I gave my stereo to my sister. She never appreciated, or cared, about the coolness factor of watts per channel, bits oversampling, or number of blinky lights. After sitting for years in her garage, then my in-laws' garage, I was finally reunited with it this week.

Now I've got this overwelming urge to plug something new and expensive into it. I'm doomed.