Today’s garden update: there are very, very tiny rocket seedlings starting to poke up…

A better photo of the new hair…

Sitting in the Nag’s Head with Snooky waiting for Samson & Sharkey to start playing. Feels weird without the old crew…

Another great use for iPhones: amusing oneself between sets. I’m not leaving til we hear “To Her Door.” http://twitpic.com/harov

We’re still here; they’re just finishing the second set. (“Piano Man”) I’ll see if they want to record a message fir the diaspora…

Got the whole “Ghostriders” performance (complete with “Hi Scotty!”) but Optus network isn’t cooperating. Will send to YouTube from home shortly…

Running late to work because stupid Joe Wilson got me so incensed that I had to call my Congressmen – long distance from Australia – and leave messages urging them to support the President’s plan. And now I’m riding the bus to work on a beautiful Friday, still scowling at the idea that a grown man thinks heckling is a legitimate way to disagree with people. (I may have to try that in a few meetings today.)

R: “I saw on the Internet that having skinny thighs means you’ll die sooner.” K: “Then I’m gonna live to a HUNDRED!”

A hard earned thirst needs a big cold beer. http://twitpic.com/gjm4g (Nag’s Head, Glebe)

Mentally preparing myself for a very early trip to Flemington Markets tomorrow to get gardening supplies…

No one should die because they cannot afford health care, and no one should go broke because they get sick. (I have a family member in the US that has just had several major surgeries and no health insurance… so this is less of an academic position for me at the moment.)

is feeling much better. My doc put her foot down though and made me withdraw from the Half-Marathon. That kinda sucks. Four months of training ruined by a stupid chest cold.

Doctor says it could be whooping cough. I’m getting tested tomorrow. If you’ve been around me in the past week and you feel sick at all, please see your GP. (Especially if you have kids!)