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What I was doing on Christmas Eve…

By Shabbir | January 11, 2004 | Comments Off on What I was doing on Christmas Eve…

A little flashback to my Christmas Eve won’t hurt you. Just close your eyes and imagine that today is December 24th, 2003. Don’t click on the photo unless you want to see the awful state of my thumb’s cuticles up close. 411: Ronald Reagan National Airport Listening to: “White Christmas” covered by Harry Conick Jr.…

You don’t have to burn out OR fade away.

By Shabbir | January 7, 2004 | Comments Off on You don’t have to burn out OR fade away.

Click on the photo for the larger version 411: KRS-One’s show at 9:30 Club (one of my Hannukah gifts to Sarah) Listening to: KRS-One trying to get me to read a book Think back to the best concert you’ve been to in the last year or two. Did the music mean a lot to the…

The Jewish Flu Shot

By Shabbir | January 4, 2004 | Comments Off on The Jewish Flu Shot

Click on the photo for a larger picture 411: My kitchen, just back from Krupin’s If my funeral were held today, you’d be listening to: “Draggin’ Hooks” by the Cowboy Junkies So they ran out of flu shots this year. I used to be the kind of person that doubted everything everyone in authority said.…

What Would Macy Do? (WWMD)

By Shabbir | January 1, 2004 | Comments Off on What Would Macy Do? (WWMD)

411: 9:30 Club Listening to: “Relating to a Psychopath”, by Macy Gray I was going to write something funny about Macy Gray, and the entirely bizarre show she put on at the 9:30 Club recently. I thought I would perhaps talk about the fact that she was high as a kite, or that her band…

Fun with my new camera

By Shabbir | December 29, 2003 | Comments Off on Fun with my new camera

411: North end of Boston Listening to: A cappucino maker doing it’s thing Note: This did not occur during my sugar free December This is the best cappucino I’ve ever had. It was made for me by a young man of about 15, who works in this little bakery/coffee house in the North End of Boston.…

Overheard downtown…

By Shabbir | December 22, 2003 | Comments Off on Overheard downtown…

411: TenPenh, a stylishly expensive DC restaurant Listening to: Forks clinking, glasses chinking Host: “Hello sir, welcome to TenPenh, please follow Ann to your table.” (whispers) “Table 7, in the corner” Hostess: “This way, sir” <later> Host: “Hm, perhaps we should have a dress code..” Hostess: “Did you see that camera? I don’t want him…

My turn to break

By Shabbir | December 18, 2003 | Comments Off on My turn to break

411: Bedrock Billiards If my funeral were held today, you’d be listening to: Aretha Franklin’s “Say a little prayer” I quit drinking for December. Wait, backspace, I quit sugar for December, which by association means I’ve quit chocolate, bourbon, gin, beer, port, chocolate, soda, ginger ale, diet soda, fruit cake (good riddance), Krupin’s blintzes, and…

My patron saint has deserted me.

By Shabbir | December 15, 2003 | Comments Off on My patron saint has deserted me.

411: Somewhere in Fairfax, about $55 into a pot with four 3’s and a stone face. If my funeral were held today, you’d be listening to: David Bowie’s “Rock And Roll With Me” I’ve been playing a lot of poker. This isn’t really a problem. I don’t play for really big stakes, it mostly just keeps…

How did the Unabomber get to Iraq?

By Shabbir | December 14, 2003 | Comments Off on How did the Unabomber get to Iraq?

411: At home, writing the annual performance reviews Listening to: Luna’s “Jericho” album. (Yes, I’m up to the ‘L’s in ripping my entire CD collection. We’re at 30 gigabytes, and my iPod is full now.) As I sit here and watch the video wallpaper of Saddam, I have to wonder if he hadn’t taken a…

Autumn Motorcycling Techniques

By Shabbir | December 11, 2003 | Comments Off on Autumn Motorcycling Techniques

411: At work, I just rode the Harley in through the rain. Soundtrack: “As Long As I Live”, Jerry Lee Lewis It’s raining today. Weather.Com has those little cloud logos that suggest that I’m going to do exactly what I do every day but a little more miserably (ride the motorcycle into work and then…