Box of Whine

Honestly, I couldn’t be any more proud… today, Jess was offered a full-time teaching position as a third grade teacher at her school. Jess has been working long and hard to obtain a full-time position after working two years as a half-time kindergarten teacher. And by-George, she deserves it. Jess is [...] Read more »

Boy howdy, I’m tired. Saturday, Pratt called and said he was going to be down in the area and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out. I said, “sure” and made the off-hand comment about bringing his Playstation 3 down to the Grove. Once he arrived around ten at night, we hooked up the PS3 and started to play his newly purchased Grand Theft Auto 4. Actually, the PS3 had to download a bunch of things before we played, so we a sat and groused for twenty minutes while the machine downloaded and reset itself repeatedly. Then we played. Read more »

The other night, I was having my usual buffett of strange and weird dreams. The last one was of this kid who I’ve coached in football and baseball. In my dream, he was complaining about not being able to go out for baseball… Read more »

Just a note to let you all know that you can now contact me through Box of Whine, if you took to the top of the page, as well as on the right hand side, you’ll see “Whine Contact”. Click on that, fill out the information with your message and the interweb sends it on to me. Read more »

Apparently, in admist the huddled (and sweaty) masses of Sunday’s speech by Barack Obama in Portland, the Oregonian snapped a picture and placed it on the front page and in that picture are the pixelated faces of our group: Read more »

On Sunday, we had lunch with my sister to celebrate her birthday, then Jess, Pratt, my mom, and myself drove to downtown Portland to see Barack Obama speak. We were surprised at how realitively easy it was for us to get a decent place to stand for the 3 hours we were there. After an introduction by Rep. Earl Blumenauer (Pratt was hoping for Greg Oden), then the whole Obama family walked on stage: Read more »

Just to keep myself in check: if I ever get to writing my ninth symphony, please stop me. Read more »