As I write this, the majority of the Eastern United States is blanketed or will be blanketed with snow. I, myself, was awoken to the glorious sound of metal scraping concrete at no later than 4:30 AM. Yes, my lovely neighbor thought it would be a good idea to get a "leg up" on the storm by shoveling the 1/2" of snow off his driveway before the real snow hit. Niiiiiice. It didn't help his driveway is basically 20 feet away from the window at the head of my bed. It only took roughly 5 minutes to do the whole driveway, because there was NO SNOW YET.
As some of you know, I have become reacquainted with this whole "running" thing. New York City doesn't come to the top of one's head as a "runner's Oasis" by any means, but it has gotten me pretty pumped up about running again. One of my friends up here, Ben, and I have been partaking in the bi-weekly "Thursday Night at the Races" track series at the Armory Fieldhouse in Washington Heights. This self-proclaimed "fastest track in the world" is really an awesome place. While I haven't been racing quite to the level that I was in high school or college, it's been a lot of fun joining other runners in my category, getting the adrenaline pumping again, and jumping in some races. Two races of the Four have been completed. We'll see what the future holds. Maybe grandness? Maybe victory? Or maybe more of the same, which I'm cool with.
Christine and I haven't been too busy with our big-shot New Yorker lifestyle. We've become more accustomed to areas of town where we've found are great places to hang out, mainly the West Village, where we seem to end up whenever we go out. We've also found out that we totally dominate at Cranium. We whooped Omar and Joyce this past weekend. The highlight of the game was when Christine and Joyce were squaring off against each other drawing clues so Omar and I could guess the answer. The word was: mutation. Christine did a nice job, even though I had no idea what was going on and kept guessing "morph." Omar, on the other hand, noticed something wrong with their drawing when he heard me yelling out "Morph! Change!", etc., and Joyce was busy drawing a hand being cut off on her paper. See, she had read the word as mutilation, a quite different thing than a mutation. It was great, we all had a laugh, and Joyce blamed her air-headedness on her pregnancy (which we let her get away with).
Music News
I have to give yet another shot out to Jon Foreman. Not only is he the lead singer of the rock band Switchfoot, and he released 4 solo albums within the past year, he is involved in yet another new music project. This time he teamed up with Sean Watkins of Nickel Creek to release an album under the name Fiction Family. The cd is different than anything he's done, and has more of the bluegrassy Nickel Creek feel than Switchfoot. It's really quite an enjoyable CD, with only a few songs I don't care for. I've included the video for their single, "When She's Near." You'll have to actually go to the blogsite (ericmayhaus.blogspot.com) to view it.
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