1990 is alive

(A shot of one of the stop signs in a UH parking lot taken last week.)

I was with Marisa when I took this, and I said to her that Hammer Time was happening around the time “these kids” (get out of my yard) were born. She then reminded me about one of the great things about the UH campus – it’s not just for the kiddies. I was 30 when I graduated with my undergrad degree, and I never felt old or out of place. I mean, no more than usual.

Sometimes in the morning when I’m running late for work, I sing this over and over in my head: I’m late, I’m late for a not so important date.” It makes me get there faster just to make the song stop.

My experiment with Twitter may be coming to an end. I don’t post anything on it, and I haven’t found myself particularly inspired by anyone else’s entries. Maybe before we do our next show (in May) I’ll start ramping it up as a marketing tool. Guess I don’t need twitter marketing for my regular bullshit. This blog serves that purpose.


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