Before I Stab My Ears with a Q-Tip

I don’t want to get my hopes up, but earlier today I think I heard an NPR anchor say today is the last day of the fundraising drive!

If there’s a God, it will be over the next time I click my FM dial though the 80s and lower 90s.

Oh my goodness gracious!

Don’t get me wrong. NPR is great. I listen every day, but the constant pleas for donations get a little ridiculous sometimes.

Has the NPR money drive always been so aggressive?

Tennis anyone? Anyone?

UPDATE: This post is from when I thought about authoring a blog featuring my goofy amateur photos. This is too pathetic to delete.


I really didn’t want to begin my photography blog with a photo I snapped with my cell phone, but I will anyway… just to get things started. (Sometimes I can’t wait to get things rolling.) For the past few weeks, I’ve been waking up at 4:50 a.m. to either walk around the neighborhood or to drive to the high school tennis courts to smack balls off the painted red wall. Yep, I pay tennis alone at 5 a.m. I think I took this photo to send to a few people at 5 a.m. just to impress upon them that I was out doing stuff while they were still in bed. Trust me, no one was impressed. They all think I’m nuts.