Did you miss U2 on Conan last night? Here are some pictures… a video clip from In The Year 2000 Edge Edition… a review of the show… a recap with photos from Conan’s website.
…In the Year 2000 U2 will admit they recorded the song I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking for after they went to four different supermarkets looking for Boo-Berry Cereal.
Well businesses are coming back to the Big Easy. Larry Flynt re-opened the first strip club in the French Quarter. And the government is promising money to the casinos that were damaged – so that people who didn’t loose everything can have a second chance to do so.
While I wait for my printer to catch up with my computer… here are some pictures from this past weeked as we celebrated my dad’s birthday.
Is Kara glowing?
My dad is the slowest man alive when it comes to unwrapping gifts.
I think he made Laura sleepy.
Opening Kara’s gift.
Kara and Timothy
Matthew Michael
Dad opens my gift.
Dad opens mom’s gift.
Even dad got sleepy
Well the first good cold front has hit and I’m a bit excited about it. I’m always a big fan of fall. It can come twice a year if it likes.
I got to see Sydney Joyce Skaggs yesterday. She’s right at a week old. It’s amazing to think that at some point I was her size. That almost blows me away. Her parents (and grandparents and aunts and uncles) are all very proud as you would imagine.
I wonder when she’ll lose her innocence (I hope never). I wonder when she’ll join the ranks of sarcasm and synisicm that has overtaken the rest of us. Where is that certain point where suddenly we lose that childish imagination — where a light bulb doesn’t fascinate us or a ceiling fan draw us into a trance?
And once it’s gone, can we ever go back? Once the world has beat us down and up, can we go back to that childlike innocense ever again?
Right now Sydney doesn’t care who holds her or who’s finger she wraps her tiny hands around, but one day she will.
One day she’ll learn, “Don’t talk to strangers.” “Don’t associate with the ‘wrong’ people.” And her world of innocense will be gone.
She’ll begin to join the rank and file of the rest of us, and then the cycle will continue.
Boy that’s depressing.
So U2 will take over Conan tonight and Jack Johnson will be on Austin City Limits Saturday.
I’m pretty fired up. I think I’ll go home now.
On Saturday night Jim Kendall swivels on his bar stool at the Belly Up Tavern, snuffs out his cigarette and says, “Gotta go, guys. I’m gigging tomorrow.”
The next morning at 10 a.m. Kendall, dressed in ironed Dockers and a Polo shirt, sings with gusto in the third row at Neighborhood Christian Center.
“Praise God!” he shouts, lifting his hands and prompting others to chime in with “amen” and “glory.”