Baby Pandas

 

Look at this photo of baby pandas that I found on boston.com:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I find myself staring at the photo blankly because I can’t even comprehend the cuteness!

 

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Gardening at Night

 

A new friend and I planted a whole flower bed today, on Georges Island. I volunteered there as part of National Public Lands Day. My new friend was a high school student who is apprenticing with the National Park Service.

He and I bonded over our cartilage piercings. We started talking piercings and then moved on to tattoos. He wants to get 10 tattoos. I, of course, was all ears and very encouraging. Hours later I thought that maybe I should not have been quite so gung-ho about a 17-year-old kid wanting 10 tattoos, a nose piercing, and a few more ear piercings.

I can’t wait to visit in the spring and see what the crazy flower bed looks like. Some Scouts swooped in at one point and went insane with the bulb planter tool. I tried to clean it up a bit after they left.

And because I am still in mourning…here.

 

The End of My World As I Know It

 

Tuesday night, I saw Cameron Crowe’s Pearl Jam documentary. It was awesome. Lots of rare footage, interesting interviews, sweet concert footage. As I watched a clip of concert footage in the middle of the doc, I thought to myself, I can’t wait until R.E.M. announces their next tour. For those who don’t know me, R.E.M. is my favorite band.

Yesterday afternoon, there was a lull at the office. I went to boston.com to peruse the news. I saw the headline “Everybody hurts as R.E.M. calls it quits.”

Huh?

I read the brief story. The band decided to “call it a day.”

No.

I went to R.E.M.’s website and read their message.

It can’t be.

I pictured my 16-year-old self lying on the lime green carpet in my bedroom, ear next to the stereo speaker, listening intently to Out of Time. Over and over again. I believe I still have that cassette tape somewhere.

I teared up as I realized that I would never attend another R.E.M. concert. I thought back to my last one, which was in June 2008. Bronwyn and I saw them at Jones Beach on Long Island. There was a storm and lightning hit the stage. Everyone was completely soaked. It was crazy. But amazing.

I wish I could remember my first one. It was sometime during the Monster tour in ’95. The one in Buffalo? I must have a special R.E.M. section in a photo album, because the first R.E.M. ticket stub I have in my ticket stub book is from 1999. I haven’t unpacked my photo albums since I moved two years ago. Now might be the time.

I’ve been listening to R.E.M. nonstop since I heard the news. Am still processing the emotions.

Thank you for everything Mike, Michael, Peter, and Bill.

Too Much Doubt

 

Troy Davis is scheduled to be executed tonight. Sickening. I will say a prayer for him at 7:00 pm.

“But what then is capital punishment but the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal’s deed, however calculated it may be, can be compared? For there to be equivalence, the death penalty would have to punish a criminal who had warned his victim of the date at which he would inflict a horrible death on him and who, from that moment onward, had confined him at his mercy for months. Such a monster is not encountered in private life.” —Albert Camus

Jon Hamm Gem

 

I came across this Jon Hamm gem the other day while searching for photos of him at this year’s Toronto Film Festival.

Sigh. The film festival. The year that Sam and I don’t go, our favorite bands are there. Three letters:

W

T

F

They would be Pearl Jam and U2.

This occasion might fall under the “Things That Make Me Want to Drink” Top 10.

I could go on and on about all of the awesome people we missed catching a glimpse of this year. But I don’t have any alcohol in the house.

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