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I became the kind of kid who would shovel the driveway in order to shoot baskets in the dead of winter. Reading was no longer a favored activity. 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Bad idea.I can't even begin to tell you how bad the user experience is on the USPS site. While some screen grabs might begin to help explain the inanity of the whole thing, I'll spare you those and simply </atom:summary><link>http://diversionwednesday.blogspot.com/2007/08/zippity-doo-dah-usps-really-stinks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joseph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nXknRDZBs0E/RtTJch2DmGI/AAAAAAAABIE/UfvwUWmePAk/s72-c/zip.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069763532317234961.post-4365723438127651394</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-15T09:39:47.564-05:00</atom:updated><title>It Pays to Hire a Professional</title><atom:summary type="text">Don't screw around, kids. 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Everything's OK, but there's been a little mishap, and your son might have broken his finger."Mom: "Oh no. How did he do it?"Camp nurse: "Playing tetherball."So I did what any dad would do: I sent him a letter, hoping to cheer him up by informing him that I bought </atom:summary><link>http://diversionwednesday.blogspot.com/2007/07/tetherball-apparently-sort-of-dangerous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joseph)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069763532317234961.post-4821464590006812081</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-17T21:34:50.608-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Fighting Magentas</title><atom:summary type="text">I attended Fordham as an undergrad. The university's colors are maroon and white. But as we all know, identity changes over time. Designers would be in poor shape if this wasn't true.Until 1875, Fordham's colors were magenta and white. Am I alone in thinking this is pretty cool?Fordham's Web site tells the tale: in 1874, Fordham and Harvard ("Fordham's archrival." Hah! 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It's a painting on a block of wood that measures about 5 x 5 inches and is attached with a screw to a signpost on Michigan Avenue.I have no idea why it's there, but I love it and find myself looking at it pretty much every day on my way to lunch or when I walk to the bus stop. It's not been stolen, taken down, or molested in any way.</atom:summary><link>http://diversionwednesday.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-street-art-like-this-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joseph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXknRDZBs0E/RpT7eN7fS6I/AAAAAAAAA8U/7mmFqs_X3uI/s72-c/one.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069763532317234961.post-5319925816367287609</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-03T23:48:16.074-05:00</atom:updated><title>They Must Have Run Out of "No Dogs" Signs</title><atom:summary type="text">Posted at the Vietnam Memorial Park at State and Wacker on the south bank of the Chicago River:We all know what they mean, but I guess it's hard to find a writer who can honor veterans and banish dog poop simultaneously.Related reading: War Dogs.</atom:summary><link>http://diversionwednesday.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-must-have-run-out-of-no-dogs-signs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joseph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXknRDZBs0E/RoseJh-KnWI/AAAAAAAAA7U/GDumoN-fZwY/s72-c/park3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069763532317234961.post-2109913688052062291</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T16:01:57.792-05:00</atom:updated><title>That Was Outside, You Putz</title><atom:summary type="text">My wife and I live about 20 blocks from Comiskey Park, um, US Cellular Field, and while she's a casual fan, I'm pretty much of a baseball nut. 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