Howdy
At some point I stopped writing long entries for the blog. I blame Facebook. Facebook is killing a lot of personal blogs. Not mine, says I! I am going to keep this baby running. I started this blog several years ago so I would get in the habit of writing on a regular basis. For several years it worked and then that damn Facebook with it's status updates set me back a bit.
That prom thing
I read the story about the prom cancellation in Mississippi. I'm most impressed by this young lady's willingness to be openly gay in rural Mississippi. I mean, look at where she lives! 40 years ago she would have either fled the area by now or been forced to marry the violent redneck next door. It is sad that her school district took the easy way out but it is also amazing they are having this discussion in rural Mississippi. A state R.L. Burnside like to joke that had "two eyes and can't see."
Jake Delhomme visiting Browns and the Saints
I see that Jake Delhomme is not thinking retirement. Good for him. I would love to Jake start in Cleveland and do well. In fact, I'd love to see him pull a miracle and take that team and turn it around. I've been begging for him to lose his starting job here for a couple of years now but that's because he was ineffective. No one would be happier than me if a change of team turned his career back around. A successful and confident Jake Delhomme at the helm of a winning football team would be a win/win for him, the league and the team.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Friends 4ever
Originally uploaded by zzazazz
I met these two yahoos out for a few beers last night. We met at Duckworth's a bar I hadn't been to before. It was nice, they had Highland Gaelic Ale on tap. Any bar that has Gaelic on tap will be given a second chance by me. Since Chris (yahoo on the right) smokes we had to hang outside. That was cool, it was nice out last night. It was also fortunate because the two yahoos had a shouting match over Jesus. All in good fun, they took a break from the shoutin' to pose for this. I've never heard so many F-bombs during a religious argument. Yahoo on the left is Christian and yahoo on the right is an atheist. Why even have that conversation? Each one is very firm in their philosophy. And drunk. Very, very drunk. They started in the afternoon while playing golf and were still going strong when I arrived at 2145. At one point a couple of guys came out to smoke and asked the yahoos if they were still talking about religion. This conversation must have been going on for hours before I got there. Yikes.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Good Harbor
Good Harbor
Originally uploaded by zzazazz
The Lake Michigan water at Good Harbor back in February was a color I hadn't seen before. Maybe it's because I never went down there during the winter when I lived there.
Monday, March 08, 2010
Carl loses his brains and a car goes airborne
Initially after Carl Edwards wrecked Keselowski I was pissed off. That was a dangerous wreck. I still say you should save crap like that for the smaller arenas but this article changed my mind a bit. As this guy likes to point out racing is more fun when the drivers duke it out a little bit. It was high speed bumper cars and flying fists that first brought NASCAR national attention so why not let it be? If this keeps up you might not want to sit on the first ten rows at a NASCAR race because you might get a lug nut in your eye. Once they lose that wing cars should be less likely to go airborne and everyone will be a little safer when a car gets turned around.
Kyle Petty just tweeted about the situation. He says Carl should be sat down for a week.
Initially after Carl Edwards wrecked Keselowski I was pissed off. That was a dangerous wreck. I still say you should save crap like that for the smaller arenas but this article changed my mind a bit. As this guy likes to point out racing is more fun when the drivers duke it out a little bit. It was high speed bumper cars and flying fists that first brought NASCAR national attention so why not let it be? If this keeps up you might not want to sit on the first ten rows at a NASCAR race because you might get a lug nut in your eye. Once they lose that wing cars should be less likely to go airborne and everyone will be a little safer when a car gets turned around.
Kyle Petty just tweeted about the situation. He says Carl should be sat down for a week.
Friday, March 05, 2010
The Bight
by Elizabeth Bishop (I love this poem)
At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches.
Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,
the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,
the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible.
One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire
one could probably hear it turning to marimba music.
The little ocher dredge at work off the end of the dock
already plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves.
The birds are outsize. Pelicans crash
into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard,
it seems to me, like pickaxes,
rarely coming up with anything to show for it,
and going off with humorous elbowings.
Black-and-white man-of-war birds soar
on impalpable drafts
and open their tails like scissors on the curves
or tense them like wishbones, till they tremble.
The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in
with the obliging air of retrievers,
bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks
and decorated with bobbles of sponges.
There is a fence of chicken wire along the dock
where, glinting like little plowshares,
the blue-gray shark tails are hung up to dry
for the Chinese-restaurant trade.
Some of the little white boats are still piled up
against each other, or lie on their sides, stove in,
and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm,
like torn-open, unanswered letters.
The bight is littered with old correspondences.
Click. Click. Goes the dredge,
and brings up a dripping jawful of marl.
All the untidy activity continues,
awful but cheerful.
by Elizabeth Bishop (I love this poem)
At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches.
Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,
the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,
the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible.
One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire
one could probably hear it turning to marimba music.
The little ocher dredge at work off the end of the dock
already plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves.
The birds are outsize. Pelicans crash
into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard,
it seems to me, like pickaxes,
rarely coming up with anything to show for it,
and going off with humorous elbowings.
Black-and-white man-of-war birds soar
on impalpable drafts
and open their tails like scissors on the curves
or tense them like wishbones, till they tremble.
The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in
with the obliging air of retrievers,
bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks
and decorated with bobbles of sponges.
There is a fence of chicken wire along the dock
where, glinting like little plowshares,
the blue-gray shark tails are hung up to dry
for the Chinese-restaurant trade.
Some of the little white boats are still piled up
against each other, or lie on their sides, stove in,
and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm,
like torn-open, unanswered letters.
The bight is littered with old correspondences.
Click. Click. Goes the dredge,
and brings up a dripping jawful of marl.
All the untidy activity continues,
awful but cheerful.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Monday, March 01, 2010
Drudge Maintains
Check out this headline from Drudge. The obvious message is that the president drinks too much. Not only that he links to the a British tabloid for his story. I can only assume he did this because it was the most sensational story he could find. A good explanation of Drudge's tactics and the facts can be read here.
Check out this headline from Drudge. The obvious message is that the president drinks too much. Not only that he links to the a British tabloid for his story. I can only assume he did this because it was the most sensational story he could find. A good explanation of Drudge's tactics and the facts can be read here.
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