I know I wouldn’t mind reading the book…
And while we’re on Boston sports hero worship… the City of Champions DVD is an excellent gift (and I’m not being paid to say this)… I got it last year, and, well, if you grew up in New England, there’s not a lot to not like about it. And if you didn’t grow up in New England, well, then, you’ve never seen those kids from Attleboro.
Thank you, Paul Mara for giving us back some old time hockey… A little part of me can’t wait for the next door neighbor’s homemade ice rink to freeze over (the part of me that obviously has no will to live, seeing as L may kill me when that first bitter cold settles in).
I haven’t seen this anywhere (which doesn’t mean it’s not out there, it just means I haven’t been reading a lot, or in the right places these days), but an old co-worker, Japanese, started talking to me about the significance of the dollar amount, related to a great player from the Sox from long ago, and it hit me: 511?
Career wins for Cy Young?
Nice cheeky move, Sox front office, if that’s the reason for the dollar amount.
Gordon Edes discusses the number in his chat, but doesn’t touch on this… did I just miss where this Cy Young connection was discussed?
Now I’m going to go out and try and buy a donut and coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts by using Pedro Martinez’s 1997 ERA of 1.90 as a starting bartering point.
Not a bad way to say good bye to the old ground.
I took L to her first Republic of Ireland match there… over five years ago now (vs. San Marino, as well? Can’t remember, Niall Quinn got the goal scoring record that night), and saw at least four matches there… didn’t mind the old ground, myself, but it’ll be nice to see them get a nice, new, modern stadium.
So that little thing I was talking about the other day was Writer.app.
This guy gets what it’s about. It’s more about a draft tool (for November, anyway), than anything.
And once November is over, I plan on releasing the version that has a more TextEdit-like TextView enabled, but for now it’s all about writing forward, no looking back.
Via Seth Mnookin’s Gather.com chat to ParagraphNY (this post, specifically), to, well, Blockwriter.com, I got an idea (well, stole an idea) for something that will also be making a timely NaNoWriMo appearance.
Should be coming out in the next few days… not quite the final product, but it’ll be close…
I had it as NaNoMo, in the initial post, which has since been corrected.
And I’m all geared up and ready to go, complete with author photo:
View my NaNoWriMo profile
We’ll see how far I get, seeing as I couldn’t get an edit or two to my contribution to Fenway Fiction II (And Here’s Where the Authors Hope to Fill in if the Sox Fail to Have Enough Healthy Players Next Year — pending title, from what I’m led to believe) over the course of two months.
No idea for it, as of yet (well, that’s a lie, but I don’t want to look squarely at that idea at the moment, for fear of scaring it off). Working title is: Finnish Guy with the Funny-Looking Hair in Jackboots.
PS. You can still make me feel all good inside by buying a copy (or seven) of the original Fenway Fiction. This way you don’t feel like a bandwagon-jumper when the second one comes out and all your friends are asking you if you read the first one and you have to sheepishly admit that, no, you haven’t, that you never got around to buying a copy, even though I provided you an easy enough, fully clickable link to do just that.
How many lame-a** posts have begun with those words? Word. Stuttering, trite word. Who am I, Bill Simmons? “What’s with the pop culture reference, Bub?” you might be asking yourself. Or me. But, since I’m not around, it looks like you’re asking yourself.
At any rate, I’m not even so sure this lame title is accurate. I hope to God it is, but hoping never washed the cat when the whiskey ran dry.
Having moved family and job cross country, abandoning the friendly confines of the Big Fruit company (for reasons I’m not entirely clear on, myself, now), I’m finding myself at a crossroads. I work, for the moment, at a startup, in or around Boston. If you were a bartender, and someone asked you to mix a drink of a startup, a young family with a one year old or so, a cross country move, and the spouse working from home when she really enjoys the atmosphere of a good office, you’d probably advise everyone who ordered that that they might want to drink something else, because that’ll cause hair to grow on your chest, you’ll get a screaming headache later that night, nevermind the morning, and you may just wind up going home with the guy and or gal that appears to have far too many teeth for her mouth and will turn out to be, on further inspection, a bust of Alfred E. Neumann the owner of the bar bought in a drunken fit on eBay.
The crossroads is basically three options, times three locations. Err, that’s not right. My math is off. Three options, three locations, not all options available in all three locations. Maybe. Or maybe they are, now that I think of it. One of the three involves the Big Fruit company. Another doesn’t. As does the other. One is technology-related, one isn’t. The three locations are in three vastly different time zones. The time zones are known, the latter two options are not, specifically. Generally, I suppose they are.
At any rate. I may be participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Just wanted to get that out there.
I’ll try and do it on this blog (and possibly Sane, on the Mondays), dumping my thoughts from Tinderbox to the little database we have here on Supertart.
We’ll see.
Just thought you’d like to know.
This was a good enough read… it passed the time on the train quickly, at any rate, and it fits really well into that Crichton space of dinosaurs, science, and adventure.
Like Crichton, sometimes the explication is a little painful, but overall the pace is really good, and it keeps you sitting in your seat perhaps a little longer than you would have, after the train’s pulled into the station.