Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Git R Done

Originally released for publication February 9, 2005
(c) 2005 by Steve Martaindale


Let’s get it out in the open; I am a selective procrastinator.

I’ve learned to deal with it, to accept and embrace the fact. Being a procrastinator is part of who I am. Being a procrastinator is OK.

Translation, please

Originally released for publication April 6, 2005
(c) 2005 by Steve Martaindale

My wife and I recently joined another dozen or so people in a weekly Spanish class. It’s been a lot of fun and our instructor really knows his stuff. I assume that’s true since he can talk and talk without me understanding hardly anything.

Stretch out, but watch for thorns

Originally released for publication March 23, 2005
(c) 2005 by Steve Martaindale

Feeling squeezed in? Thinking there’s not enough room to stretch out? Tired of listening to someone else’s music? Having trouble remembering how many of the neighborhood kids are yours because of how they all come and go?

Rest assured that there remain plenty of wide-open spaces, that not the whole world is an urban jungle. However, being aware of such a truth is not the same as seeing it.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Up in smoke

Originally released for publication May 11, 2005
(c) 2005 by Steve Martaindale

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Austin’s voters added their weight to the anti-smoking steamroller last weekend by passing an ordinance that pretty much makes it illegal to light up in the capital city, including even bars.

Next to godliness

Originally released for publication February 23, 2005
(c) 2005 by Steve Martaindale

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One of the things we meant to do this past weekend was clean the house. Not a big-deal spring-cleaning, mind you. It’s just that a couple of friends are visiting this week and we didn’t want the house to be quite so ... shall we say ... comfortable. Don’t laugh; you’ve done the same thing.

Four-wheeled buddies

Originally released for publication March 2, 2005
(c) 2005 by Steve Martaindale
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Maybe it’s a fear of commitment, but it occurred to me I have never had a deep, personal relationship with anything powered by an internal combustion engine.