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Pip sent me this video earlier today… I clicked and had absolutely no idea what to expect.  I quite literally got goose bumps.  THIS video is the essence the college experience at Indiana.  These guys (who apparently have some fame in the Hoosier state) don’t know it, but they’ve completely channeled the 406 Northlane experience.

Please don’t take this to mean that life at IU was all about partying.  There was certainly (more than) a fair share of that, but what this really evokes from my memory is the FUN that we had.  I met some of my best friends… Continue reading

Warning: This is going to be one sappy post.

One of the really crappy things about growing up is that people have a tendency to move away from one another and friendships are tested.  It becomes hard work sometimes to maintain a friendship (though Facebook has made it easier to keep in touch).  I’m happy to say that Pip and I have never had that problem.

A couple of weeks back I headed out for my (nearly) yearly trip to Indy to spend the weekend with Pip (and now the lovely Lauren).  I got in town on Friday evening just… Continue reading

  • The goddamn jackhammer is back.  We’ve had a week of silence so this comes as a very unwelcome shock to the system.  All I can say is this better be the best restaurant in downtown Cleveland when they’re done.
  • Mondays suck.  They suck even worse when Sunday night is bad.
  • Mobile devices are now officially the bane of my existence.  This includes cell phones, BlackBerrys, etc.  Sure they’re nice when you REALLY need to get a hold of someone but I’m thinking about officially boycotting them.  It’s crazy to be THIS connected.
  • The Indians are so bad that I’ve stopped… Continue reading

They say you can’t ever go home.  In this picture, Pip and I prove that it simply isn’t the case.  This photo was taken 5 or 6 years after we left Bloomington during one of our trips back for Homecoming.  Not sure if the residents were even home but we just had to head home and snap this picture.

There never was a more perfect time than to thanks the Barenaked Ladies for their classic “This Old Apartment”

Broke into the old apartment This is where we used to live Broken glass, broke and hungry Broken hearts and broken bones… Continue reading

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