I’m dead if he ever learns to unleash this on me.
One of my favorite singers in college was Leslie Feist. She wrote a really helpful song about counting and she invented bangs (little-known fact). She’s got an awesome head-bang and plays a mean guitar. I like this little number she sang with some friends (I guess they’re friends?) in France this one time.
One of my co-workers is convinced that all of my stories end up being about dead animals, so here’s one that isn’t:
This guy on my street plays with his remote controlled car probably 15 hours every week, usually by himself. Our street isn’t a great RC street, but that doesn’t faze him. Totally a die-hard.
Sadly, the great Kellen Gunderson no longer blogs, but he does still send me cool stuff from time to time. Recently he sent me this awesome film taken in San Francisco just days before the earthquake in 1906. Surprisingly, a lot of things are still the same. We still have a lot of questionable pedestrian decisions, great mustaches, and relatively low reliance on non-renewable resources. I wish I could find a way to embed directly here, but oh well. Watch it, or don’t.
Well, that was a fascinating adventure. After enjoying five days with our new friend Francisco, we sent him off to the airport this morning back to Chile. Such a crazy circumstance brought him to us, and he ended up being a really, really good guy. I had so much fun lapsing back into Spanish mode and joking around with the guy. He should be at home by tomorrow morning. Thanks so much for your prayers in his behalf. In honor of Francisco, here’s a great little video. It’s illegal footage, so catch it fast before it gets taken down.