Month: May 2003

Tribute to Fun-Dip
The above article is an homage to one of my childhood faves, Fun-Dip. But the writer, though quite pithy with his “sand you can eat” line, misses the boat on
what was my favorite part: the Lik-a-Stix. Sweet, chalky goodness in my book. Don’t know what I find so appealing about a chalky taste, but I do. Even like
Kaopectate. I used to look forward to diarrhea as a kid because of it. I mourned the day they changed the formula so that it required a smaller dosage. But
that’s probably more than y’all wanted to hear.

Stacey and Matt came over and we watched Coupling, then sang through Kiss Me Kate, then Joe Rawley came in
and we trade singing arias and showtunes for a while, then Ryan Schuette IMed me and wanted to know if that was acutally a picture of me, which I assured him
was, and so realized I needed to put a bigger version of it online, so here it is.

Never turned the ringer on my phone back on after rehearsal last night, so I missed several calls and my wakeup alarm to meet Scott and Ed at Katz’s this morning
at 7. I woke with a start at 7:15 and flew over there, apologized profusely, and we set to work on planning for June 28th (if you are reading this, assume you
are invited). We’re investigating getting a band to play, specifically the El Orbits or the Allen Oldies Band, guys who went to St. John’s with Ed and are friends with (and played at the 30th birthday
party of) Mark Vane. If availabilty and cost don’t preclude, I hope we get them. Otherwise, we’ll do something else
fun, rest assured. Because we’re gonna try to go this route on the entertainment, we are going with burgers (regular and veggie) this year…everybody likes
them, and they won’t break the bank. Now back to sleep.

Watched the eclipse for about an hour, from as soon as I got home from my last choir rehearsal at St. John the Divine to about ten minutes ago. As the light of
the moon grew smaller, it reminded me of the butter melting in the pot for the Rice Krispie Treats I made today. But unlike the butter, it never fully went
away. There was one spot, at about 11 o’clock on the face of the moon, that remained the whole time. It dimmed, but was always there.

I’m sure there is some profound point I could make about hope always remaining, or I could quote Winston Churchill (“Never give, never give up, never, never,
never!”)…but I won’t.

It was just cool to be able to watch it on a pleasant spring night in Houston.