Wednesday,
January 30, 2008

It's a glorious day

As part of the lifestyle dingus (day 17 for those playing along at home) I have take the advice of a very smart Canadian academician and weightlifter to add things in one at a time. Since I already have the "walking a half hour every day" under my belt, it was time to add the weightlifting.

Which I did last night. And yes, there is some residual soreness, but I also slept like a top and woke up feeling decidedly chipper, so much so that I hit my favorite Mediterranean buffet and loaded up on gyros meat, chicken, Greek salad, pickled beets, tabouli salad and tsatsiki. Yum. Also good for me.

And as I found out about an anthology this morning and actually have a 3/4 finished story that would be perfect for it, I shall retire to my office and work on it. Yay!

In the meantime, more pictures

When I said I used to have long hair, I wasn't kidding.

	1988 or thereabouts, at the wrap party for THE WIZ. I had to put all my hair up under my bowler hat for the performance, and just kept it up at the wrap party. I'm holding a piece of the gate to the City of Oz, by the way. It's not nearly as glitzy as it looks in the movies.
	1989 or thereabouts, at a going-away party for a colleague. We all wore matching bowling shirts with nicknames embroidered over the pockets (mine, naturally, was "Boom-Boom"), and wound up shooting pool at this dive bar on the near north side. I'm lining up a pool shot. Looks like I'm trying to calculate a re-entry trajectory for the Space Shuttle in my head, doesn't it?
	Here's another shot of the pool table with some of the partygoers. My hair was waist-length at that time. Yow.

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