Not quite as gay as "Dixie"

Well, hello there. Yes, I know it's been two months, almost to the day, since either Sousa has blessed the world with a big, fat blog update.

What can I say but, shit happens. Or in the case of this blog and our contest, didn't happen.

Anyway, what's going on?

The Sousa boys have split up, for one, with Andy moving into an apartment somewhere tender-nob-ish and the rest of the Sousa family moving to beautiful Los Gatos.

Oh, and it's totally all my fault that the contest got fucked up. I was supposed to plan and organize the Month Two Judgment. As fate would have it, and as my brother will be happy to explain to you if you ask him, I suck fucking ass at planning and organizing shit like that. See, February 28, the date we were supposed to have our showdown, is also my wife's birthday. Then, at the end of March, something else came up, I don't remember what. I think my buddy Ian and I barbecued a giant slab of brisket, and Andy wore some awesome seersucker pants and advised his guest to pee in the sink downstairs next to the washing machine, and then called his sister in-law downstairs. Of course, she tore this guy a new one, and he was so embarrassed he spent the rest of his visit there begging Andy to explain that he said it was okay, and that the Professor should be mad at Andy instead of the guest.

And then you can figure out what happened after that.

So I started a core fitness course at West Valley College in Saratoga, that runs from 8:00-10:00 Monday through Thursday. I have muscles hurt that I didn't know existed.

As soon as I find the scale, I'll post a weigh-in. But for now, just be content that when I step on the scale, it just screams, "DAMN!"

I'm also working on my major project for the MFA in Writing program at USF. It's a research project/memoir project about John Philip Sousa. So far I've learned that as a young musician, he conducted and composed songs for a Minstrel Show, and when he was 15, he wrote his first piece of music. When he played it for a group of neighbors, one of them comment that it was "not quite as gay as 'Dixie.'"

Awesome.