Events

At the All-Star break, the Cubs remain in first place, 4½ games out. I'm looking forward to October.

I had just started to write about the despicable ICE raid in Postville, Iowa, last May, when my only dog puked a volume of food so large I didn't know his stomach could hold that amount, right onto a 19th-century Persian rug. In situations like these, you can't get mad at the dog, but oh my goodness you really want to. Update: Nature's Miracle seems to be working, but that can't be good for the rug.

With commentary track

Parker and I went for an 8 km walk this afternoon, including a swing past the Belmont Harbor dog beach. I didn't think Parker would go into the water but he did, surprising himself almost as much as he surprised me. He came straight back out, however, and wouldn't go near the water after that, but he seemed to have fun. I only had my mobile phone with me, so this is the best I got:

I've lived here five months already, and I just discovered my kitchen has not one, but two lights over the main countertop.

A couple nights ago this guy landed on my porch and stayed the night. He tolerated me and my camera but seemed overwhelmed Parker's hospitality, which involved barking and trying to sniff. Possibly he (the robin) simply forgot how to fly until 25 kilos of wagging dog encouraged him to remember. He flew just fine after that.

The Cleveland Indians sold out 455 games in a row from 8 June 1995 to 3 April 2001, a record likely to stand as long as baseball itself. But on Thursday of this week, having dropped ten in a row, only 22,665 showed up, only 52% of the park's capacity. Too bad, really, because the Indians tossed the Tampa Bay Rays into Lake Erie, 13-2, including a 7-run 8th inning with 11 at-bats. I went to the game to chalk up Park #9 on the 30-Park Geas with a friend who works for Progressive. It turned out to be the...