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Chris Cappello

I write sometimes. Sometimes people read what I write, but not often.

I like to smell everything in Yankee Candle and pretend I'm traveling to far off lands. I don't like too many "nah nah's" in songs. I like my coffee black.

I recorded a solo album in 1998 with 9 original songs and a cover of "She Came in Through the Bathroom Window" because I knew the chords. Hardly anyone has heard it.

Seed View for July 25th, 2011

This is a view of the 2012 Fiat 500 from earlier today.  Just when I thought the Smart Car, made by the French and Germans, was going to die a quick and painless death, the Italians had to go and try to one-up them.  Damn Europeans.  Merde! (that […]

Seed View for July 22nd, 2011

This is a view of the earthquake button in the elevator of the hotel I stayed at in San Diego this week.  This time I am not concentrating my focus on the fireman’s helmet button on the right.  No, I’m focusing my laser beam right on the “Earthquake” […]

Seed View for July 17th, 2011

This is a view of a San Francisco Giants fan at last night’s Giants vs. Padres game from lovely Petco Park in gorgeous and beautiful San Diego, CA. Like The Skippers clam chowder, San Diego has proclaimed itself “America’s Finest City”. It’s hard for me to disagree. My […]

Seed View for July 3rd, 2011

This is a view of the best and worst of America, which I saw in the supermarket yesterday, packaged neatly in a Ruffles potato chip bag.  This is a real thing.  Really. As we spend this holiday weekend celebrating the 235th anniversary of this great land by doing […]