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no, these aren’t the actual girls from A-POWER, but they have the same “best friends forever” spirit as two young british girls who believed they were destined to be recording artists in the 1990′s. on a recent mortified podcast they shared cassette recordings they made themselves. i loved listening to this, because it reminded me of stuff that i did as a kid. heeeeeere’s A-POWER:
-how the band started
-stay & stay away
-dream boy

…everywhere a family family! couldn’t resist posting this awkward family photo. jenny & i got to see andrew play upright bass at olathe northwest high school monday night. before everyone took his picture, i was holding his bass for him while he gathered his stand, case, and music– and then the next thing i know he was posing for his mom. i didn’t get out of the photo in time. that’s andrew under the white arrow. there were 600 students playing in five separate orchestras at first. then they all joined at the end on Orpheus in the Underworld by Offenbach. this is from our thanksgiving trip to curtis. that’s marijo, georgia, jenny, molly, thaddeus, and maku.molly and fernando have a groovy kind of love. marijo is always trying to find the answer to something on her smartphone.

everyone that i know has one memory they will never forget. if you could revisit a moment that defines you now… would you do it? heavyweight is a podcast hosted by  jonathan goldstein that explores those moments. so far there are 21 stories that range from Sven who regrets his jury vote that sentenced another man to death, to an abandoned suitcase full of letters that reveal a love story between two people that didn’t stay together. i know those two examples sound like major bummers, but it’s a really good show.

“when the sun came up, and the snow finally melted, i was glad to see their lifeless forms exposed in the daylight”— this is the ending to a story that began monday morning. i was scraping snow and ice off of jenny’s car when my keys fell out of my pocket. i didn’t realize it until 15 minutes later & by then i only knew they were somewhere in the driveway. i didn’t have time to do a search and rescue, so i just grabbed a spare truck key and left the back door to the house unlocked. later in the day i imagined that my keys reacted to the confines of my pocket the same way an inmate reacts to reality of imprisonment: there’s a desperate desire to escape and be free. in my mind, the keys hatched a flimsy plan that depended on chance and gravity. they took the chance that there would be a distraction (snow), and they were hoping that the pocket that usually detained them would finally come unraveled so they could fall to the ground (it did). while the keys were missing, there were sirens, horns, and dogs in action, but i knew there was really no point looking until the snow melted.

no bathroom is safe when there are plastic dinosaurs in the house. hey folks, it’s dinovember! it’s that time of year when refe and susan tuma deliberately trash their home for one month & blame it on dinosaurs! they have been doing this since 2012 for their children, and i personally think it’s awesome. last week their 10-year-old pitted battlesaurs against battlebots and posted these pics on the dinovember facebook page:more info in refe, susan, and dinovember can be found on their website.

there are no x-wing fighters, lightsabers or heavy breathing dark masters of the jedi in curtis, nebraska (sigh) BUT yesterday, zeke & i found something that resembled R2D2. it was a well pump geocache that marked a historical site: the first irrigation well drilled in frontier county. back in 1946 they couldn’t go deeper than 80 feet due to the sandstone. the current well goes 180 feet. i took a little plastic pterodactyl, left a banjo string, and signed the log.

the ghost train ran through curtis last night– or the railroad crossing lights could have been malfunctioning. either way, i was out walking with my brother-in-law steve in my wife’s hometown last night when we heard the familiar sounds that go off at a train intersection. when we got closer to the tracks, we saw the red crossing lights flashing in time with the warning bells. “there hasn’t been a train come through town in years,” steve said. so we walked up to the sheriff’s office to make sure they knew what was going on. as we walked in steve said, “you might already know about this but–” and the officer on duty said, “the train lights? yeah we know.” as we stood there laughing & making small talk the officer’s phone started ringing (quacking, actually), and it was somebody else calling about the railroad lights. later i asked steve if this incident would be reported in the local newspaper. he nodded & said “yeah probably!”

this cool painting by joe dimino was under the register when chloé & i worked our morning shift at homer’s today. people leave stuff at the shop sometimes. we didn’t think anything about it until we read the note on the back:chloé looked up his website & said “hey! this guy is for real! i’m taking this home with me!” how awesome is that???

what if the beatles had gone into middle earth instead of a yellow submarine? according to Anything You Can Imagine: Peter Jackson & The Making of Middle-Earth, author ian nathan writes that the beatles actually DID attempt  lord of the rings as a musical adaptation. i read the story on retroist.com, and while it doesn’t reveal why the project didn’t happen, it does remind fans that j.r.r. tolkien was still alive in 1968, and held the film rights to lord of the rings.

at homer’s we’ve developed some code names to let each other know when we have to go to the bathroom. there are usually two co-workers on a shift. if one of us has to (ahem!) “do business,” it’s good to let the other one know so he/she can keep an eye on the register. the code is the same for customers that disappear after ordering: guys are john boy, girls are loo lou. on last tuesday’s shift, i told abigail (my co-worker) “i’m john boy,” and i headed for the men’s room. she said, “ok… john boyage!” when she goes “loo lou” next week, i’ll say “tootle loo!” — if i can remember.