Today so far . . .

Took alethea_eastrid to work.

Did the laundry.

Came home.

Worked on some job-hunt stuff.

Cleaned the kitchen.

Drove to Saratoga Springs to scope out "the best beer store north of Albany."

Drove on to Burnt Hills High School to see the powerful Spartans' girls' volleyball team win its 238th straight Suburban Council match.

Drove home.

Wrote about half the story and sent it to the sports editor so he'd know what was coming.

Wrote a journal entry.

Headed back to the car now to pick A. up.

Two great comments on swearing . . .

Over on SportsJournalists.com, we're discussing swearing in the newsroom.

Two great anecdotes:

1. In "The Last Commissioner," Fay Vincent told a story about BartGiamatti.  Someone asked him why he, an educated man of letters, woulduse four-letter words.
Giamatti said that as an academic, he is always searching for the right word. And sometimes, the right word is "shit."

2. Reminds me of a passage from (I think) Ron Luciano's book

He's behind the plate and Princeton man Lou Piniella is at the plate. Roncalls a marginal strike and Lou growls at him, "Where's it at?"

Thinking he had Lou trapped, Ron said "Shouldn't a Princeton man know better than to end a sentence with a preposition?"

Piniella stepped out, thought about it a minute and said, "Where's it at, cocksucker?"

For the record:

• Brought alethea_eastrid home


• Finished the story and sent it


• Made smoked pork chops and rice pilaf for dinner


• Proceeded to do Internet stuff