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Monday, March 3, 2008
Bing's even more neurotic than you remember
The second biggest obstacle to participating in this blog was finally getting a high speed connection. Dialup's gone the way of the cassette tape, hasn't it? [*-*] That's a cassette tape, get it? Be advised that PC issues are preventing me from posting any photos at this time.
Man, technology really blew up since we graduated didn't it? It really sunk in while reading about Kimmy's multitasking.
The biggest obstacle to participating in this blog was knowing it even existed. I have this perverse habit of reading the Shippensburg alumni newsletter and then ending up feeling really depressed because it's everybody else that's successful. But this time I got an unexpected pleasure in learning about this avenue to commune with you all again.
I can't fully describe how nervous I am posting this. I mean, would you welcome me to this exclusive circle of friends? My heart welled with joy when I learned that my name actually came up in conversation at a Catherine/Chris/Lara/Lisa/Michelle gathering. Dang, maybe Lisa was right when she said you "conjured" me up. What manner of witchcraft doth this be?
Y'know I still have a lot of those Senior Will items like Ellen's "Buttons are stupid" button and Lynn's button collection. Unfortunately, Chris' butterscotch shirt had to be retired in 2001 because it got too threadbare.
All of my love to you all!
I'm a single dad getting a big assist from family raising 11-year-old Brian L. Bingaman Jr. I write for a daily newspaper called The Reporter. I was still doing the radio thing, albeit part-time, until last summer. I'm still having withdrawal because I keep having this dream - like that one where you have to go back to school because some of your credits didn't count - that I'm in the studio but there's nothing on the air. Despite trying mightily in the dream, I can't get the next song to load.
Peace to you all, including those that graduated before I came to Ship in '88.
If you're interested, I'll tell you about what I've been up to with my music, plus the time I felt like a bigshot "Distinguished Alumnus" when The Slate and WSYC marked their 50th anniversaries last spring.
Man, technology really blew up since we graduated didn't it? It really sunk in while reading about Kimmy's multitasking.
The biggest obstacle to participating in this blog was knowing it even existed. I have this perverse habit of reading the Shippensburg alumni newsletter and then ending up feeling really depressed because it's everybody else that's successful. But this time I got an unexpected pleasure in learning about this avenue to commune with you all again.
I can't fully describe how nervous I am posting this. I mean, would you welcome me to this exclusive circle of friends? My heart welled with joy when I learned that my name actually came up in conversation at a Catherine/Chris/Lara/Lisa/Michelle gathering. Dang, maybe Lisa was right when she said you "conjured" me up. What manner of witchcraft doth this be?
Y'know I still have a lot of those Senior Will items like Ellen's "Buttons are stupid" button and Lynn's button collection. Unfortunately, Chris' butterscotch shirt had to be retired in 2001 because it got too threadbare.
All of my love to you all!
I'm a single dad getting a big assist from family raising 11-year-old Brian L. Bingaman Jr. I write for a daily newspaper called The Reporter. I was still doing the radio thing, albeit part-time, until last summer. I'm still having withdrawal because I keep having this dream - like that one where you have to go back to school because some of your credits didn't count - that I'm in the studio but there's nothing on the air. Despite trying mightily in the dream, I can't get the next song to load.
Peace to you all, including those that graduated before I came to Ship in '88.
If you're interested, I'll tell you about what I've been up to with my music, plus the time I felt like a bigshot "Distinguished Alumnus" when The Slate and WSYC marked their 50th anniversaries last spring.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
My wife ran away this weekend to meet up with a questionable group of women at a hotel in DC. I wish I could say it was the first time. Several months back, she left and went to visit friends in Connecticut with a new "baby."
Sure, I put on a brave face at first. I told the kids, "it's alright, mommy still loves us. She'll be back home soon." But they just looked at me and said that I was blocking the tv. Brave souls. I had to buy a wii to heal their wounds.
She tells me that this time there was drinking and laughter. To console me, she said that they were just some old "theater" friends." As if this helps. She said that they all swapped stories about old times and comical recollections about tragic theater productions.
I'm sure that I'll be learning more about this weekend's frivolity over the coming days as her memory is regained. I've already heard some hints about one friend scaling a sculpture and almost being arrested for her reverie. I even heard tales about some king being killed. It's all too much to write about.
I'm phoning the DC police tomorrow to see if they're missing any sculptures.
Keep me in your thoughts. Prithee Duff, say it isn't so. Have we eaten upon the insane root that takes reason prisoner?
Yours til Burnham woods to Dunsinane do come.
Cheers,
John
ps.
She brought home gifts for the children. For me, she brought home leftover beer. But judging by Constance's glee (see photo) I'm afraid to open it. I'm sure it's been shaken.
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