Just wanted to say welcome back to my pal Jon, who's come back to the states after 7 years in Tibet. Or 5 years in Japan. Something like that.
Jon, if you happen to read this, ring me at
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20 December 2006
ufck it
Here's a new track from the leaked LCDSndsystm album. I want to share it with you. It's called Smthng Grt. I took out all the vowels, because I am sneaky.
I suppose I might post again before Christmas, then again, I might not.
I wonder how Jon is spending his last days in Japan. Must be like that odd feeling when you leave a job, except on a much larger scale. It's a bittersweet, weird feeling. Joyous, yet dangerous. Like stepping into the wilderness when you know it's filled with bears. I think.
Hmm. A nothing post for a nothing week. Let's get the year over with already. Who's with me?
I want to play 11 on 11 soccer outside in long socks and a woolly hat. That's my resolution.
Have some nice days.
Mike
I suppose I might post again before Christmas, then again, I might not.
I wonder how Jon is spending his last days in Japan. Must be like that odd feeling when you leave a job, except on a much larger scale. It's a bittersweet, weird feeling. Joyous, yet dangerous. Like stepping into the wilderness when you know it's filled with bears. I think.
Hmm. A nothing post for a nothing week. Let's get the year over with already. Who's with me?
I want to play 11 on 11 soccer outside in long socks and a woolly hat. That's my resolution.
Have some nice days.
Mike
18 December 2006
alterations to suit and bravado
You may recall my recent experience in suit shopping, where I failed to make a purchase after visiting various stores. I did eventually buy a suit at a Macy's in Greenwood. After fighting with finding the right suit for so long, I found something I was really happy with, and something I felt fit me quite well, right off the shelf.
The Macy's store was extremely busy when I made my purchase, and I decided it would be best to have my tailoring work done elsewhere. I had in mind a certain downtown location, close to work, in a very established looking building.
I've just returned from Leon Tailoring, a store filled with rolls of fabric, old hardwood floors, and a sort of old world handmade charm that should have clued me in immediately that I was in over my head. It was a Leon that I received a harsh lesson in how not to wear a suit from an Old Guy Who's Been In The Business A Long Time.
While he didn't call himself that, his demeanor said it all. From his no nonsense approach, his complete lack of hesitance in telling me I was wearing the wrong size, and his quick unbuttoning on my trousers (he unbuttoned them, held them in place and said "See, isn't this better?"), I knew I was in the hands of an old pro. I also knew that I felt like an idiot.
"You should have got the coat in a 39. Or a 40."
Actually, I tried the coat in a 40 and hated it. "I actually like it tight."
"You look like you've grown out of it."
"Ok..."
"What do you want me to do with this? The pants would be $40, the coat (some other number), the sleeves $28... I don't want to just take your money."
Although he was a full foot shorter than I, he had me completely beaten. He might as well have been screaming "Be a man!"
"I'd like to have the sleeves lengthened."
"Ok, when do you want it."
"I'm not in a hurry."
"Call me Thursday."
The Macy's store was extremely busy when I made my purchase, and I decided it would be best to have my tailoring work done elsewhere. I had in mind a certain downtown location, close to work, in a very established looking building.
I've just returned from Leon Tailoring, a store filled with rolls of fabric, old hardwood floors, and a sort of old world handmade charm that should have clued me in immediately that I was in over my head. It was a Leon that I received a harsh lesson in how not to wear a suit from an Old Guy Who's Been In The Business A Long Time.
While he didn't call himself that, his demeanor said it all. From his no nonsense approach, his complete lack of hesitance in telling me I was wearing the wrong size, and his quick unbuttoning on my trousers (he unbuttoned them, held them in place and said "See, isn't this better?"), I knew I was in the hands of an old pro. I also knew that I felt like an idiot.
"You should have got the coat in a 39. Or a 40."
Actually, I tried the coat in a 40 and hated it. "I actually like it tight."
"You look like you've grown out of it."
"Ok..."
"What do you want me to do with this? The pants would be $40, the coat (some other number), the sleeves $28... I don't want to just take your money."
Although he was a full foot shorter than I, he had me completely beaten. He might as well have been screaming "Be a man!"
"I'd like to have the sleeves lengthened."
"Ok, when do you want it."
"I'm not in a hurry."
"Call me Thursday."
14 December 2006
gremlins
So we're in Target, and I can hear a small child crying/growling. The sounds grows in volume as the father, with two kids in tow, is saying "I'm sorry but no" while the angriest 3 year old ever - eyes bulging out of head, his little turnip red face exploding out of his Christmas sweater - is being pushed slowly away from the toy section. His little brother joins in, their crying providing a sick-sad harmony to their Christmas carol. "I want it Dad" he says in a voice that should only be coming out of Linda Blair's possessed body. I am honestly scared.
"I would kill them" I say to Gina.
* * * * *
Our soccer game is finished, and I've crossed the field to the spectator area before I realise that I'm missing my ball. I run back around the outside of the indoor soccer field and find my ball near the visitors' bench. I also find a baby in a car seat.
"Babysitting too?" I ask the lone substitute.
"It's not mine!" he says.
There's no one else standing here.
Mom must be playing goalie, some 50 yards away, on the other side of the wall.
And while I definitely think she's in the wrong, I almost can't blame her.
* * * * *
Kids scare the hell out of me. They're not accidents waiting to happen, they're accidents bound to happen. Deserved accidents that you asked for. Time bombs with defective and unpredictable clocks, tied to your wrist. A curse without a witchdoctor.
Even writing about them makes me nervous.
"I would kill them" I say to Gina.
* * * * *
Our soccer game is finished, and I've crossed the field to the spectator area before I realise that I'm missing my ball. I run back around the outside of the indoor soccer field and find my ball near the visitors' bench. I also find a baby in a car seat.
"Babysitting too?" I ask the lone substitute.
"It's not mine!" he says.
There's no one else standing here.
Mom must be playing goalie, some 50 yards away, on the other side of the wall.
And while I definitely think she's in the wrong, I almost can't blame her.
* * * * *
Kids scare the hell out of me. They're not accidents waiting to happen, they're accidents bound to happen. Deserved accidents that you asked for. Time bombs with defective and unpredictable clocks, tied to your wrist. A curse without a witchdoctor.
Even writing about them makes me nervous.
12 December 2006
free freddy adu
In case you don't follow soccer, or somehow didn't here, Freddy Adu is now a member of your Real Salt Lake soccer club.
I received the news two ways; first, as I sat on my couch post-work yesterday and turned on ESPN, the Sportscenter preview let me know that Freddy had been traded to RSL. I actually said "Holy shit, Steve" and then yelled up the stair to Gina with the news.
Then I checked my gmail account and found an email from RSL GM (and email pal) Steve Pastorino with the title "How's this?" and the news.
I think the deal is great for RSL; they get a name player to help push the stadium, a talented kid who's familiar with the coach, but maybe even more importantly, they also picked up Nick Rimando, a goaltender who can push Scott "Go Go" Garlick - either from his regular goaltending position as "the immovable object*" or out the door somewhere else.
RSL game up a player allocation (provided by the "Beckham rule") and Jay Nolly in the deal - so basically they gave up next to nothing, considering they didn't even have a player allocation a month ago (and I don't think they were going to use it anyway), and the fact that Nolly never played.
A good deal all around, in my opinion. And if Freddy leaves when he turns 18, they've still picked up a goalie who knows what he's doing.
* * * * *
*If Scott Garlick falls in the woods, does he make a sound? Nevermind, falling involves quick movement, something Go Go isn't real familiar with.
I received the news two ways; first, as I sat on my couch post-work yesterday and turned on ESPN, the Sportscenter preview let me know that Freddy had been traded to RSL. I actually said "Holy shit, Steve" and then yelled up the stair to Gina with the news.
Then I checked my gmail account and found an email from RSL GM (and email pal) Steve Pastorino with the title "How's this?" and the news.
I think the deal is great for RSL; they get a name player to help push the stadium, a talented kid who's familiar with the coach, but maybe even more importantly, they also picked up Nick Rimando, a goaltender who can push Scott "Go Go" Garlick - either from his regular goaltending position as "the immovable object*" or out the door somewhere else.
RSL game up a player allocation (provided by the "Beckham rule") and Jay Nolly in the deal - so basically they gave up next to nothing, considering they didn't even have a player allocation a month ago (and I don't think they were going to use it anyway), and the fact that Nolly never played.
A good deal all around, in my opinion. And if Freddy leaves when he turns 18, they've still picked up a goalie who knows what he's doing.
* * * * *
*If Scott Garlick falls in the woods, does he make a sound? Nevermind, falling involves quick movement, something Go Go isn't real familiar with.
11 December 2006
the ol' stomach punch
Up until the time I was about 25, I had never known anyone with cancer. And then the floodgates opened. My father, a family friend, an uncle we buried less than a month ago... and now it appears that my 86 year old grandmother has cancer.
It'd be laughable if it didn't kill everyone. It's still almost laughable, but that's probably because I don't know what else I can do.
When my uncle passed I had an email conversation with a cousin in which I wrote that being here in Indiana while everyone is sick back in Illinois is almost a blessing*, because I don't really see all the much suffering. I just hear the news, see the family member a few more times, and then it all ends. From my standpoint it's a cleanly and almost routine exit; family members get to say their goodbyes and make their peace, and then everything just stops.
But this one is different, and somehow feels less fair. I'm just so fucking angry.
* * * * *
*The word I'm looking for isn't exactly "blessing", because I'm not really a person who buys into blessings and god and all that crap (and can you blame me?). That's a different post for a different day.
It'd be laughable if it didn't kill everyone. It's still almost laughable, but that's probably because I don't know what else I can do.
When my uncle passed I had an email conversation with a cousin in which I wrote that being here in Indiana while everyone is sick back in Illinois is almost a blessing*, because I don't really see all the much suffering. I just hear the news, see the family member a few more times, and then it all ends. From my standpoint it's a cleanly and almost routine exit; family members get to say their goodbyes and make their peace, and then everything just stops.
But this one is different, and somehow feels less fair. I'm just so fucking angry.
* * * * *
*The word I'm looking for isn't exactly "blessing", because I'm not really a person who buys into blessings and god and all that crap (and can you blame me?). That's a different post for a different day.
06 December 2006
damn you, internet
As you may have gathered from reading my blog in the past, I'm not exactly the busiest person. This leads to a lot of internet surfing, and a lot of messageboard browsing.
That shouldn't be a problem, except the more messageboard browsing I do, the more money I spend on things I never would have known about had I just found something better to do with my time.
For example, yesterday on bikeforums.net, I came across this thread , where I learned that Lance Armstrong and Team Discovery website The Paceline were having a sale on cycling gear. Normally, I'm not the type of person who rides in a professional cycling team kit; It's sort of laughable, like putting on a full Indiana Pacers team uniform to play pickup basketball. There are advantages to wearing what the pros wear in cycling equipment; you're sure that the clothing will be comfortable and breathable, because these guys put more miles in than anyone.
In any case, suddenly I decided that I needed a full Team Discovery kit. And the reasoning is this: 1) the bibshorts, which go for $200 at Trek's online store, were selling for $45. The jersey was $40, normally $99. 2) If you're going to root for a professional cycling team, you might as well root for the America based cycling team, right? 3) I was in need of new shorts anyway. And I might as well have the jersey to match. 4) It's Christmas time, and I deserve to spend a ton of money on myself. I guess.
The other thing I realized was that to the average person driving in their car while I'm biking by, I look like a dork anyway, regardless of what sort of cycling gear I'm wearing. One of the main reasons to wear the ridiculous clothing is to get noticed (and not run over), and my new kit should do a hell of a job there. I'm a rolling billboard for a television channel, AMD processors, some flooring company, Nike, Subaru... in fact, my ass will read "Discovery Channel".
I think that might be some sort of pun.
Of course all this could have been avoided if the internet wasn't my own "discovery channel" - discovering ways to throw money out the window.
That shouldn't be a problem, except the more messageboard browsing I do, the more money I spend on things I never would have known about had I just found something better to do with my time.
For example, yesterday on bikeforums.net, I came across this thread , where I learned that Lance Armstrong and Team Discovery website The Paceline were having a sale on cycling gear. Normally, I'm not the type of person who rides in a professional cycling team kit; It's sort of laughable, like putting on a full Indiana Pacers team uniform to play pickup basketball. There are advantages to wearing what the pros wear in cycling equipment; you're sure that the clothing will be comfortable and breathable, because these guys put more miles in than anyone.
In any case, suddenly I decided that I needed a full Team Discovery kit. And the reasoning is this: 1) the bibshorts, which go for $200 at Trek's online store, were selling for $45. The jersey was $40, normally $99. 2) If you're going to root for a professional cycling team, you might as well root for the America based cycling team, right? 3) I was in need of new shorts anyway. And I might as well have the jersey to match. 4) It's Christmas time, and I deserve to spend a ton of money on myself. I guess.The other thing I realized was that to the average person driving in their car while I'm biking by, I look like a dork anyway, regardless of what sort of cycling gear I'm wearing. One of the main reasons to wear the ridiculous clothing is to get noticed (and not run over), and my new kit should do a hell of a job there. I'm a rolling billboard for a television channel, AMD processors, some flooring company, Nike, Subaru... in fact, my ass will read "Discovery Channel".
I think that might be some sort of pun.
Of course all this could have been avoided if the internet wasn't my own "discovery channel" - discovering ways to throw money out the window.
04 December 2006
gina didn't really find this all that entertaining
First off a warning: There is a little bit of foul language used here, so don't blare this at work. It's pretty innocent, really, but when he starts taking calls, watch out for some F Bombs from the callers.
Something about this guy reminds me of my old friend Dave H. But you don't have to know Dave to enjoy the mindblowing entertainment of Let's Paint, Exercise and Let's Make Mixed Drinks TV.
By the way, if this isn't enough, dig a little deeper into YouTube and you might also find Let's Paint, Exercise, and Eat Pie TV.
costume shopping
I spent a decent amount of my Saturday in the various department stores of St. Clair Square in beautiful and completely covered in ice Fairview Heights, IL. I was shopping for a suit, not because I need a suit, but because I read fashion magazine and they've taken over my brain. And because it's always good to have a suit.
I was looking for a navy suit, in a fit similar to a coat I purchased at Circle City Mall's H&M store earlier this year. I had done my required reading (an article from GQ on how to buy a suit), I knew the fit I was after, I had my color chosen... simple enough, right?
No, not really. Three stores later (Macy's, Dillards, Men's Warehouse) I was still without a suit.
My thinking is that the suit has to be the most wonderful looking piece of clothing I've ever owned, or there's a real good chance I'll never wear it. And then why would I bother spending the money (which happens to belong to my mother, actually. It's a Christmas gift)?
Anyway, I'll be in Greenwood this evening, trying on suits.
* * * * *
When it gets cold I suddenly feel the need to listen to Sufjan Stevens.
* * * * *
I've been thinking of various ways to improve myself, and here are some things I've considered:
This may look like a resolutions list, but it isn't, because resolution are meant to be kept. I'm just sort of daydreaming.
1) Never be mean. This one is going to take some work.
2) Take some classes at IUPUI. I can't speak any foreign languages, so that would be a good place to start. Single classes are surprisingly affordable. After I've mastered Spanish (In just 3 simple to complete classes!) I'm considering photography courses. I like photos. I just don't have a functioning camera currently.
3) Take up rock climbing. According to my good friend Dave, this is the most difficult thing ever. I'm 20 pounds overweight, sounds perfect. This is probably on hold for a while, I'm currently getting fleeced by the ongoing costs of my soccer league. No one's fault except the 10 people who said they wanted to play and then decided not to pay or show up.
4) Take a cooking class or ten. While this won't help my rock climbing, food is something I really enjoy and I think I'm fairly ok with. But wouldn't it be better to be spectacular? Anyone know anything about some locally available cooking classes? Suggestions?
5) Bike commute to work more often. Which conflicts with...
6) Stop spending so much money on bicycles.
7) Just get out more. I'm in a position where I can afford to not sit around the house, so why don't I take advantage of it? I can complain that the city is boring forever, but if I never actually do anything, then it's probably me that's boring.
YES. SO.
8) Stop writing about myself.
I was looking for a navy suit, in a fit similar to a coat I purchased at Circle City Mall's H&M store earlier this year. I had done my required reading (an article from GQ on how to buy a suit), I knew the fit I was after, I had my color chosen... simple enough, right?
No, not really. Three stores later (Macy's, Dillards, Men's Warehouse) I was still without a suit.
My thinking is that the suit has to be the most wonderful looking piece of clothing I've ever owned, or there's a real good chance I'll never wear it. And then why would I bother spending the money (which happens to belong to my mother, actually. It's a Christmas gift)?
Anyway, I'll be in Greenwood this evening, trying on suits.
* * * * *
When it gets cold I suddenly feel the need to listen to Sufjan Stevens.
* * * * *
I've been thinking of various ways to improve myself, and here are some things I've considered:
This may look like a resolutions list, but it isn't, because resolution are meant to be kept. I'm just sort of daydreaming.
1) Never be mean. This one is going to take some work.
2) Take some classes at IUPUI. I can't speak any foreign languages, so that would be a good place to start. Single classes are surprisingly affordable. After I've mastered Spanish (In just 3 simple to complete classes!) I'm considering photography courses. I like photos. I just don't have a functioning camera currently.
3) Take up rock climbing. According to my good friend Dave, this is the most difficult thing ever. I'm 20 pounds overweight, sounds perfect. This is probably on hold for a while, I'm currently getting fleeced by the ongoing costs of my soccer league. No one's fault except the 10 people who said they wanted to play and then decided not to pay or show up.
4) Take a cooking class or ten. While this won't help my rock climbing, food is something I really enjoy and I think I'm fairly ok with. But wouldn't it be better to be spectacular? Anyone know anything about some locally available cooking classes? Suggestions?
5) Bike commute to work more often. Which conflicts with...
6) Stop spending so much money on bicycles.
7) Just get out more. I'm in a position where I can afford to not sit around the house, so why don't I take advantage of it? I can complain that the city is boring forever, but if I never actually do anything, then it's probably me that's boring.
YES. SO.
8) Stop writing about myself.
30 November 2006
Clint Dempsey in a Fulham shirt?
Clubcall.com is reporting that Fulham has worked out a deal for Clint Dempsey. That's 3 Americans (Brian McBride, Carlos Bocanegra, Dempsey) and four former MLS players (McBride, Simon Elliot - Columbus Crew, Carlos Bocanegra - Chicago Fire, Dempsey - NE Revolution) on Fulham's squad. And they're competitive!
Fulham 2, Arsenal 1
Fulham got their first win over Arsenal in 40 years yesterday. It was a really fast paced and competetive match, with a little bit of everything, including a Brian McBride goal, and a beautiful free kick goal from Arsenal's Robbie Van Persie. I watched the game last evening after my own game (a 5-3 win, I think... whatever, we won), staying up a bit too late probably... but it was well worth it. Probably the best Premiership game I've watched this year, and not just because of the result.
I also had a really great hamburger last night, a result of a short article I read in GQ which gave me an idea; A Los Angeles establishment is making hamburgers out of 28 day dry aged steak trim meat. Because I have access to things like 28 day wet aged steak meat trim (my source doesn't do dry aging), I thought I'd give it a shot myself. Using ground trim meat off steaks that end up in places like St. Elmo's makes for a fantastic* and tender burger that really just melts in the mouth.
I don't eat red meat very often, so when I do I like to use those calories on something really worth it. I'm quite happy at how my ground beef trim turned out. And I got 5 pounds of it for $7.34.
I'd recommend you try it yourself, but you don't have THE POWER!!! I mean, I don't know where you'd get it. And so I guess this post is kind of like one of those cooking shows where they eat really great things and you sit in your living room eating frozen pizza.
You're welcome.
* * * * *
*There's that word again. When spoken, I don't flair my arms around or anything, Debbie.
I also had a really great hamburger last night, a result of a short article I read in GQ which gave me an idea; A Los Angeles establishment is making hamburgers out of 28 day dry aged steak trim meat. Because I have access to things like 28 day wet aged steak meat trim (my source doesn't do dry aging), I thought I'd give it a shot myself. Using ground trim meat off steaks that end up in places like St. Elmo's makes for a fantastic* and tender burger that really just melts in the mouth.
I don't eat red meat very often, so when I do I like to use those calories on something really worth it. I'm quite happy at how my ground beef trim turned out. And I got 5 pounds of it for $7.34.
I'd recommend you try it yourself, but you don't have THE POWER!!! I mean, I don't know where you'd get it. And so I guess this post is kind of like one of those cooking shows where they eat really great things and you sit in your living room eating frozen pizza.
You're welcome.
* * * * *
*There's that word again. When spoken, I don't flair my arms around or anything, Debbie.
29 November 2006
a song by the cars
You might think from looking at the complete mess this page has become that I don't have any idea how to put together a website. And you'd be right. But I have recently (like a minute ago) revamped the old ridehorsey.com site. Check it out if you're bored, it's got like two minutes of content. One if you read fast.
In other news... hmm. I'm buying a suit this weekend. Or having one bought for me as a Christmas gift. I haven't had a suit since I lost anywhere from 40-50 pounds, so I'm probably a little more excited than I should be. I'm working on dressing well. I must be getting old.
Phone Call. Ok, later.
In other news... hmm. I'm buying a suit this weekend. Or having one bought for me as a Christmas gift. I haven't had a suit since I lost anywhere from 40-50 pounds, so I'm probably a little more excited than I should be. I'm working on dressing well. I must be getting old.
Phone Call. Ok, later.
27 November 2006
reminds me of surfing, chickens, cartoons, van halen
This is why MLS is the best professional sports league in America. The RSL fans have a Thanksgiving Day pickup soccer game, and the league's leading scorer comes out and plays. Does that happen anywhere else?
* * * * *
Deerhoof's (Deerhooves?) new album leaked a week or two ago. If you're not familiar with Deerhoof, think of the band in Kill Bill 1, but with more of a cartoonish, yet rockin' bend. And if you can handle a Tiny-Sounding Japaneseish Woman delivering your ROCK, check it out. The new album starts strongly, but tapers off at the end. Oh well. Still recommended, whenever that comes out.
In a previous life I would have offered up a song, but I've decided to keep my piracy a one-man effort.
As I sat in my living room last evening, it occured to me that I've still got some 400 or so cds in my cabinets. There was a time in my life when 75% of my money went to record stores and Best Buy, but these days I rarely visit either of those places. I am a music pirate, and I haven't paid for more than 3 cds in the past two years. And one of those was a gift.
But now I'm wondering if I should get rid of my old cds. I very rarely listen to them, they take up a ton of space, and perhaps someone else would enjoy them more than myself. I occasionaly go through moments where I consider purging everything I own, so maybe the feeling will pass. But you might want to keep an eye out for lists of cds I'm dumping.
Speaking of things I have too many of, let me tell you about my magazine addiction. I currently have subscriptions to Esquire, GQ, Harpers, The Atlantic, Men's Vogue, McSweeney's... and I'm sure I'm forgetting some others. On my recent trip to Vegas I purchased 6 magazines. For a 3 day trip.
I regularly buy Outside, Men's Health, Men's Journal Adventure Life, National Geographic Traveler, National Geographic Explorer, Bicycling... you get the idea. I picture myself as an adventurous traveler and sportsman, even though most my adventure comes through watching shows on the Travel Channel.
The main problem in having this many magazines is that in no way do I have the time to actually read them. I find myself scheduling time to finish a magazine... I can't bring myself to throw them away until I'm sure I've devoured everything I have any interest in whatsoever.
So yesterday I scheduled 5 hours of television-less reading time. I was only distracted twice; Once to visit Meijer to buy bread bowls (600 calories - didn't look at the label before I bought), and once to set the tivo to record Dwell - a television show about a magazine.
* * * * *
Saturday my friend Brent was in town for a few hours (HELLO STALKERS) so we headed over to Brugge for lunch/dinner and a beer. Good food as usual; a truly masculine experience (EDIT). Perhaps I should find another place in town to eat, but where else can I get great beer, fried food that I'll happily (and without guilt) consume, and soccer on the television? If anyone knows of any other options, let me know.
Thanks to Jim (previously of 11am Air Raid and currently of Hoosier Beer Geek) for turning my attention toward Brugge. It has truly become one of my favorite things about living here.
So.. Yup. That's that. Planning another trip to Vegas in March... it's not that it's one of my favorite places to go, it's just that nowhere is as easy to visit with a group of guys. Anyone have any recommendations apart from girls, gambling, and gulping? The bicycling looked nice last time I was out. Or maybe you can recommend somewhere other than Vegas for a group of guys to visit? Somewhere that doesn't involve camping or hiking, although I'm quite fond of both.
* * * * *
While I don't wish harm to anyone, this made me sort of smile, just a little bit. Think Hummer will be using that picture in their next ad?
The comments over at IndyStar are amazing.
* * * * *
Deerhoof's (Deerhooves?) new album leaked a week or two ago. If you're not familiar with Deerhoof, think of the band in Kill Bill 1, but with more of a cartoonish, yet rockin' bend. And if you can handle a Tiny-Sounding Japaneseish Woman delivering your ROCK, check it out. The new album starts strongly, but tapers off at the end. Oh well. Still recommended, whenever that comes out.
In a previous life I would have offered up a song, but I've decided to keep my piracy a one-man effort.
As I sat in my living room last evening, it occured to me that I've still got some 400 or so cds in my cabinets. There was a time in my life when 75% of my money went to record stores and Best Buy, but these days I rarely visit either of those places. I am a music pirate, and I haven't paid for more than 3 cds in the past two years. And one of those was a gift.
But now I'm wondering if I should get rid of my old cds. I very rarely listen to them, they take up a ton of space, and perhaps someone else would enjoy them more than myself. I occasionaly go through moments where I consider purging everything I own, so maybe the feeling will pass. But you might want to keep an eye out for lists of cds I'm dumping.
Speaking of things I have too many of, let me tell you about my magazine addiction. I currently have subscriptions to Esquire, GQ, Harpers, The Atlantic, Men's Vogue, McSweeney's... and I'm sure I'm forgetting some others. On my recent trip to Vegas I purchased 6 magazines. For a 3 day trip.
I regularly buy Outside, Men's Health, Men's Journal Adventure Life, National Geographic Traveler, National Geographic Explorer, Bicycling... you get the idea. I picture myself as an adventurous traveler and sportsman, even though most my adventure comes through watching shows on the Travel Channel.
The main problem in having this many magazines is that in no way do I have the time to actually read them. I find myself scheduling time to finish a magazine... I can't bring myself to throw them away until I'm sure I've devoured everything I have any interest in whatsoever.
So yesterday I scheduled 5 hours of television-less reading time. I was only distracted twice; Once to visit Meijer to buy bread bowls (600 calories - didn't look at the label before I bought), and once to set the tivo to record Dwell - a television show about a magazine.
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Saturday my friend Brent was in town for a few hours (HELLO STALKERS) so we headed over to Brugge for lunch/dinner and a beer. Good food as usual; a truly masculine experience (EDIT). Perhaps I should find another place in town to eat, but where else can I get great beer, fried food that I'll happily (and without guilt) consume, and soccer on the television? If anyone knows of any other options, let me know.
Thanks to Jim (previously of 11am Air Raid and currently of Hoosier Beer Geek) for turning my attention toward Brugge. It has truly become one of my favorite things about living here.
So.. Yup. That's that. Planning another trip to Vegas in March... it's not that it's one of my favorite places to go, it's just that nowhere is as easy to visit with a group of guys. Anyone have any recommendations apart from girls, gambling, and gulping? The bicycling looked nice last time I was out. Or maybe you can recommend somewhere other than Vegas for a group of guys to visit? Somewhere that doesn't involve camping or hiking, although I'm quite fond of both.
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While I don't wish harm to anyone, this made me sort of smile, just a little bit. Think Hummer will be using that picture in their next ad?
The comments over at IndyStar are amazing.
22 November 2006
denmark
Alright, I sorta stole this link or whatever from a friend's friend's livejournal... but it's crazy.
So there's a hotel in Copenhagen, Denmark where each room was decorated by an artist... it's the Hotel Fox. I suppose this hotel is a little odd for a number of reasons, the artist designed rooms being the first.
From watching a short film about the hotel, I've learned that the whole thing was put together by Volkswagen as a sort of launching pad for their Fox car (not available stateside)... anyway, the whole thing is part of something called "Project Fox".
Check out a sample of the rooms.
How this functions as a car advert, I'm not sure. But! It's pretty damn cool, nevertheless.
So there's a hotel in Copenhagen, Denmark where each room was decorated by an artist... it's the Hotel Fox. I suppose this hotel is a little odd for a number of reasons, the artist designed rooms being the first.
From watching a short film about the hotel, I've learned that the whole thing was put together by Volkswagen as a sort of launching pad for their Fox car (not available stateside)... anyway, the whole thing is part of something called "Project Fox".
Check out a sample of the rooms.
How this functions as a car advert, I'm not sure. But! It's pretty damn cool, nevertheless.
21 November 2006
i just changed templates
Switching templates when you've put in a decent amount on work on the old one is a bad idea.
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There are few things as entertaining as listening to a coworker mourn the loss of playstation 3s and nintendo wiis as shown at smash my ps3 and smash my .
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I passed my old high school yesterday. There's at least one kid there driving a 3 series BMW... how does a kid driving a 3 series BMW ever learn to appreciate anything? This is why the terrorists hate us. This is why I hate us.
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Why is it that the people most opinionated on foreign policy have never left their state? Do you honestly think the average Iranian or Iraqi or Chinese person hates America? My guess is they're too busy getting on with life to worry about it.
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I'd imagine the hardest part about being a terrorist dispatched to America is to resolve the difference between the people you see everyday just going on with life and wanting to kill them. Then again, I've never been a terrorist. Though I do hate kids in BMWs.
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How is it possible that I'm still getting 20 erectile disfunction emails a day in my work email box? Shouldn't someone be in charge of cleaning this crap up? Shouldn't I? It is my job, isn't it?
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Did you know that when you grow a mustache it always feels like something's in it? I spend whole days trying to get the mustache out of my mustache.
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Spending Thanksgiving without your family just sort of sucks. Instead I'm going to spend it with James Bond, I guess.
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There are few things as entertaining as listening to a coworker mourn the loss of playstation 3s and nintendo wiis as shown at smash my ps3 and smash my .
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I passed my old high school yesterday. There's at least one kid there driving a 3 series BMW... how does a kid driving a 3 series BMW ever learn to appreciate anything? This is why the terrorists hate us. This is why I hate us.
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Why is it that the people most opinionated on foreign policy have never left their state? Do you honestly think the average Iranian or Iraqi or Chinese person hates America? My guess is they're too busy getting on with life to worry about it.
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I'd imagine the hardest part about being a terrorist dispatched to America is to resolve the difference between the people you see everyday just going on with life and wanting to kill them. Then again, I've never been a terrorist. Though I do hate kids in BMWs.
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How is it possible that I'm still getting 20 erectile disfunction emails a day in my work email box? Shouldn't someone be in charge of cleaning this crap up? Shouldn't I? It is my job, isn't it?
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Did you know that when you grow a mustache it always feels like something's in it? I spend whole days trying to get the mustache out of my mustache.
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Spending Thanksgiving without your family just sort of sucks. Instead I'm going to spend it with James Bond, I guess.
hmmnmmn
Just got back last evening from a weekend family funeral... after listening to various stories and memories, I was able to tie them all together and organise them into what I thought was a respectful, reverant, and even humorous eulogy. I was quite happy to be able to put together something he was deserving of. So there. My uncle read it, which made it even easier to put together.
I had just read a story in Esquire about how to write a respectful and accurate eulogy, actually, so I tried to keep that in mind.
Fulham lost Saturday.
My backup bike is at the shop getting converted to fixed gear. The damage: ~$180. Ouch.
Why is it that I find myself spending the whole week waiting for Saturday soccer games and food and beer at Brugge? I need a friend to come out and join me. Saturday afternoon drunkish is really great.
I'll be going to Vegas again in March 10-20ish, on a bachelor party of monster proportions... gotta start saving money now. And I'm already starting to plot out next years' vacations. Whatever gets you through, right?
Dear Readers, where are you going on vacation next?
I had just read a story in Esquire about how to write a respectful and accurate eulogy, actually, so I tried to keep that in mind.
Fulham lost Saturday.
My backup bike is at the shop getting converted to fixed gear. The damage: ~$180. Ouch.
Why is it that I find myself spending the whole week waiting for Saturday soccer games and food and beer at Brugge? I need a friend to come out and join me. Saturday afternoon drunkish is really great.
I'll be going to Vegas again in March 10-20ish, on a bachelor party of monster proportions... gotta start saving money now. And I'm already starting to plot out next years' vacations. Whatever gets you through, right?
Dear Readers, where are you going on vacation next?
16 November 2006
that tsucked
My soccer team, the Southside Tsunami, lost its second game last night by the scored of 9-7. In our league, each player is only allowed to score twice; at that point any goals scored by that player would not count. In addition, each team must field two woman at all times, and teams that are short a woman must play minus a player. Oh, and goals scored by women count as two goals.
So while we were leading 7-6 late in the game, a goal by an opposing female costs us the game.
What I'm wondering is what exactly the thinking is as far as the man short thing... basically they're saying that a gal doesn't really count as a player, right? But then to make matters worse, they count gal goals for two...
In our league, just like many other coed leagues I've played in, there are always a few stronger female players than male players per team.. it doesn't make sense. I'm offended.
Mainly because we lost.
Now, I've played on a lot of really horrible teams before, so just being competitive is fun. So I'm not really complaining about the team, or the loss... if I need anything to complain about I can complain about the two strained groin muscles I have today.
Unfortunately, the line "I need a groin massage" doesn't really get my anywhere, so instead I tried various forms of stretches combined with sit-ups and god knows what else. Yesterday evening I was slightly worried that I was going to have trouble walking today. Instead, I feel pretty decent.
After last weeks game, my playstation skills took a hit: It was quite painful to lift my legs up onto the coffee table. We can't have that.
With any luck that won't be the case this time... I'll see how it goes tonight.
So while we were leading 7-6 late in the game, a goal by an opposing female costs us the game.
What I'm wondering is what exactly the thinking is as far as the man short thing... basically they're saying that a gal doesn't really count as a player, right? But then to make matters worse, they count gal goals for two...
In our league, just like many other coed leagues I've played in, there are always a few stronger female players than male players per team.. it doesn't make sense. I'm offended.
Mainly because we lost.
Now, I've played on a lot of really horrible teams before, so just being competitive is fun. So I'm not really complaining about the team, or the loss... if I need anything to complain about I can complain about the two strained groin muscles I have today.
Unfortunately, the line "I need a groin massage" doesn't really get my anywhere, so instead I tried various forms of stretches combined with sit-ups and god knows what else. Yesterday evening I was slightly worried that I was going to have trouble walking today. Instead, I feel pretty decent.
After last weeks game, my playstation skills took a hit: It was quite painful to lift my legs up onto the coffee table. We can't have that.
With any luck that won't be the case this time... I'll see how it goes tonight.
15 November 2006
my new favorite dead old german
I have been playing soccer for a large portion of my life, and in the past 15 years of that time, I have worn only one brand of soccer shoe. That brand is Adidas.
I do not wear the latest and greatest Adidas, of course. Given my choice in a money is no object situation, I'd still choose Adidas Sambas for indoor, and Adidas Copas for outdoor. And now it's time to pay tribute to the man who invented all shoes, Adolf (Adi) Dassler, who also happens to be My New Favorite German.
Adi Dassler was born in a small town outside of Berlin in 1641 to American and Japanese immigrant parents. Adi grew up without many material things, as his parents beet farm was not very successful.
One day while tending to the beet trees, Adi stubbed his toe on a root. Realizing this was a common problem for most beet farmers, he ran off to the local kangaroo tanner and bought seven pelts. He then invented the world's most famous soccer shoe, the Copa Mundial.
After inventing the Copa Mundial, Adi decided to name his new shoe company after his favorite poet, Luther Van Brigglesteinenson. The Lutvanbrigtenson Copa Mundial made it's debut and the 1643 Whatshouldwecallclothesforthefeet convention, where it was strongly outsold by a new invention called "toe socks". The convention was not without it's benefits, though, as it was determined by vote that clothes for the feet were to be called "shoes". The other choices were "Racooners" and "Television".
Adi was unfazed by his convention failure, and immediately went back to his farm to hang himself. After several failed attempts, he invented shoe laces.
Adi Dassler died the next day.
I do not wear the latest and greatest Adidas, of course. Given my choice in a money is no object situation, I'd still choose Adidas Sambas for indoor, and Adidas Copas for outdoor. And now it's time to pay tribute to the man who invented all shoes, Adolf (Adi) Dassler, who also happens to be My New Favorite German.
Adi Dassler was born in a small town outside of Berlin in 1641 to American and Japanese immigrant parents. Adi grew up without many material things, as his parents beet farm was not very successful.
One day while tending to the beet trees, Adi stubbed his toe on a root. Realizing this was a common problem for most beet farmers, he ran off to the local kangaroo tanner and bought seven pelts. He then invented the world's most famous soccer shoe, the Copa Mundial.
After inventing the Copa Mundial, Adi decided to name his new shoe company after his favorite poet, Luther Van Brigglesteinenson. The Lutvanbrigtenson Copa Mundial made it's debut and the 1643 Whatshouldwecallclothesforthefeet convention, where it was strongly outsold by a new invention called "toe socks". The convention was not without it's benefits, though, as it was determined by vote that clothes for the feet were to be called "shoes". The other choices were "Racooners" and "Television".
Adi was unfazed by his convention failure, and immediately went back to his farm to hang himself. After several failed attempts, he invented shoe laces.
Adi Dassler died the next day.
14 November 2006
wowie zowie
I'm not sure if it's a function of Firefox, or what, really, but anytime I start to type something into the subject box for a new post, it brings up the most recent things I've ever typed in that box that starts with the same letter. For example, if I type the letter "b" into the title box, I get the following choices in a drop down box:
back to bear lodge
because bike posts generate a ton of comments
begging for wellwishes
bikedog! bikeydog! dikeybog! bog! superdogbike!
birds are singing
bonus
There are a few reasons this is a great feature, the main one being that I don't repeat myself. This post was almost titled "bikedog! bikeydog! dikeybog! bog! superdogbike!"
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When I moved to Indianapolis some 6 years ago (frightening), I never bothered to find a new dentist. Instead, I took Fridays off work, drove all the way back to Illinois, and saw my old dentist. He has been my dentist my entire life; In fact I can remember him telling me that cookie monster was in my ear. That's quite a long-term relationship. But the last time I saw him, he told me to find a dentist closer to home (Indianapolis home). He also told me that cookie monster had moved to somewhere more spacious.
That was probably two to three years ago, and I still haven't bothered to find a new dentist. I did find cookie monster's new place, and it's very nice.
Now, maybe it's a little gross that I haven't been to the dentist in two or three years. I've always been of the opinion that you don't bother with anything health related until either it nearly kills you or it scares the crap out of you. This is the same approach my father took, and when he finally did go see a doctor, he ended up dead. Well, eventually, anyway. So...
Yeah. I probably should find a dentist. While on vacation my tooth chipped (yet again) and to be honest that doesn't bother me in the least bit, except now every time I eat it feels like I'm missing a tooth. Prior to that it hurt a lot and I was trying all sort of home what-do-we-have-that-might-make-this-feel-better remedies, like aspirin and tooth spray and gum (gum really doesn't work, by the way, but it's great if you're the sort of person who likes to poke things that hurt). I tried jabbing it with the pointy end of one of those floss tools. In a previous life I was the sort of person who believed in bloodletting.
What am I going to do? Nothing.
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I had some sort of point when I started writing today, but I seem to have forgotten it now.
Ah, yes.
Nevermind.
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Did you know that Shift + Delete key permanently deletes an item from your Outlook mailbox without having to go into your deleted items and deleting it again? I just learned something. Now I'm sharing. There, it wasn't a total waste of time, was it?
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I'm running a new blogger version, or something, and it allows me to put labels at the end of my posts. So some day when you're like "what did he write about superdogbike?" you can find it by label, I guess. I really don't know how it works, but it makes me feel like I'm doing important work that someone might want to use for reference sometime in the future. And so, here's some labels.
back to bear lodge
because bike posts generate a ton of comments
begging for wellwishes
bikedog! bikeydog! dikeybog! bog! superdogbike!
birds are singing
bonus
There are a few reasons this is a great feature, the main one being that I don't repeat myself. This post was almost titled "bikedog! bikeydog! dikeybog! bog! superdogbike!"
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When I moved to Indianapolis some 6 years ago (frightening), I never bothered to find a new dentist. Instead, I took Fridays off work, drove all the way back to Illinois, and saw my old dentist. He has been my dentist my entire life; In fact I can remember him telling me that cookie monster was in my ear. That's quite a long-term relationship. But the last time I saw him, he told me to find a dentist closer to home (Indianapolis home). He also told me that cookie monster had moved to somewhere more spacious.
That was probably two to three years ago, and I still haven't bothered to find a new dentist. I did find cookie monster's new place, and it's very nice.
Now, maybe it's a little gross that I haven't been to the dentist in two or three years. I've always been of the opinion that you don't bother with anything health related until either it nearly kills you or it scares the crap out of you. This is the same approach my father took, and when he finally did go see a doctor, he ended up dead. Well, eventually, anyway. So...
Yeah. I probably should find a dentist. While on vacation my tooth chipped (yet again) and to be honest that doesn't bother me in the least bit, except now every time I eat it feels like I'm missing a tooth. Prior to that it hurt a lot and I was trying all sort of home what-do-we-have-that-might-make-this-feel-better remedies, like aspirin and tooth spray and gum (gum really doesn't work, by the way, but it's great if you're the sort of person who likes to poke things that hurt). I tried jabbing it with the pointy end of one of those floss tools. In a previous life I was the sort of person who believed in bloodletting.
What am I going to do? Nothing.
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I had some sort of point when I started writing today, but I seem to have forgotten it now.
Ah, yes.
Nevermind.
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Did you know that Shift + Delete key permanently deletes an item from your Outlook mailbox without having to go into your deleted items and deleting it again? I just learned something. Now I'm sharing. There, it wasn't a total waste of time, was it?
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I'm running a new blogger version, or something, and it allows me to put labels at the end of my posts. So some day when you're like "what did he write about superdogbike?" you can find it by label, I guess. I really don't know how it works, but it makes me feel like I'm doing important work that someone might want to use for reference sometime in the future. And so, here's some labels.
10 November 2006
it's going to be cold and rainy, so you might as well watch the mls cup final
Ah yes, the MLS cup... such a lovely ring to it, right? While I rarely get excited about MLS games (I mean... whatever), I'm pretty excited to see the final. We've got Houston and Dwayne "I scored on stupid Chelsea and I'm Canadian" DeRosario and World Cup Benchwarmer Brian "The Man Who Could Be Brian McBride-ish" Ching versus Taylor "Tyler Whatever" Twellman*, Steve "Mike knew a guy who was friends with him" Ralston*, Clint "we is hungry" Dempsey, and Pat "Screech" Noonan*.
It all adds up to a game that should be pretty entertaining. I caught the DC/NE semifinal while I was in Vegas, and the best part may have been the Bruce Arena/Eric Wynalda announcing tandem. It's nice when the announcers know what they're doing. Anyway, the game was pretty entertaining for a 1-0 match, so we'll see how it goes. I feel like I should be meeting up with people to watch this somewhere, so if anyone's interested in that idea, leave a comment.
But before all that, I'll spend part of Saturday catching the Fulham / Pompy match. Somehow Portsmouth (Pompy) are sitting at fourth in the table right now, so it should prove to be an entertaining and competitive match. It's a road game for Fulham, which last year meant automatic defeat. It's nice to not have to expect that this year.
So in any case, for those of you who don't watch soccer regularly, you might tune in the MLS final Sunday at 3:30 PM ET on ABC. I know that there's football on, but honestly, how fucking boring is that. It's like 3 hours of commercials with a bunch of bad announcing thrown in. Sounds like naptime to me.
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*All these guys are out of St. Louis, too. Like Nelly. And Chingy. And Yogi Berra. And Bono. And The Beatles.
It all adds up to a game that should be pretty entertaining. I caught the DC/NE semifinal while I was in Vegas, and the best part may have been the Bruce Arena/Eric Wynalda announcing tandem. It's nice when the announcers know what they're doing. Anyway, the game was pretty entertaining for a 1-0 match, so we'll see how it goes. I feel like I should be meeting up with people to watch this somewhere, so if anyone's interested in that idea, leave a comment.
But before all that, I'll spend part of Saturday catching the Fulham / Pompy match. Somehow Portsmouth (Pompy) are sitting at fourth in the table right now, so it should prove to be an entertaining and competitive match. It's a road game for Fulham, which last year meant automatic defeat. It's nice to not have to expect that this year.
So in any case, for those of you who don't watch soccer regularly, you might tune in the MLS final Sunday at 3:30 PM ET on ABC. I know that there's football on, but honestly, how fucking boring is that. It's like 3 hours of commercials with a bunch of bad announcing thrown in. Sounds like naptime to me.
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*All these guys are out of St. Louis, too. Like Nelly. And Chingy. And Yogi Berra. And Bono. And The Beatles.
09 November 2006
let's not forget fulham
First off, Freddy Adu: Is he or isn't he? If this hype is like any other bit of US Soccer Hype™, the answer is he isn't. Perhaps Freddy, Oguchi Onyewu, and Eddie Johnson can start their own premiership team. Don't forget to call Clint Dempsey, guys.
By the way, Dempsey is going to Fulham.
Ah, Fulham. I wouldn't want anyone to think I'd quit following the Cottagers, so it's about time I comment on their early season success. Now you might think that ninth place is hardly anything to brag about, especially when the team finished in 10th last season, but this seems to be a much stronger Fulham side. They win close games, are capable of coming fron behind to claim victory, and unlike last year, they've actually won games on the road.
When Jimmy Bullard went down early in the season, I figured Fulham were going to have a tough go of it. Instead they've insert Carlos Bocanegra in midfield (yes, Carlos Bocanegra) and enjoyed quite a bit of success. Last weeks' victory was probably due to a bit of luck.
Here's hoping the luck keeps up, Brian McBride continues to be productive, and that Fulham continues to play productive football.
What about Real Salt Lake, you ask... well the season ended and then... blah.
I don't think any RSL fans read this blog. And why would they?
By the way, Dempsey is going to Fulham.
Ah, Fulham. I wouldn't want anyone to think I'd quit following the Cottagers, so it's about time I comment on their early season success. Now you might think that ninth place is hardly anything to brag about, especially when the team finished in 10th last season, but this seems to be a much stronger Fulham side. They win close games, are capable of coming fron behind to claim victory, and unlike last year, they've actually won games on the road.
When Jimmy Bullard went down early in the season, I figured Fulham were going to have a tough go of it. Instead they've insert Carlos Bocanegra in midfield (yes, Carlos Bocanegra) and enjoyed quite a bit of success. Last weeks' victory was probably due to a bit of luck.
Here's hoping the luck keeps up, Brian McBride continues to be productive, and that Fulham continues to play productive football.
What about Real Salt Lake, you ask... well the season ended and then... blah.
I don't think any RSL fans read this blog. And why would they?
victory
For those of you who were wondering (like Scot), soccer went pretty well. I'm on a team with a bunch of Lilly employees, I think, and everyone seems generally pleasant and friendly, and I can't remember any of their names.
I played most of last evening's game, as we only had one sub, and was only responsible for 2-3 defensive mishaps that led to opponent goals. Considering they scored 6 total goals (to our 8), perhaps I should rethink how my personal effort went. I'll just say I'm a bit slow to react these days.
But I did feel generally pretty good about my effort... I'm nowhere near fit (or quick), but I've still got my soccersense, so to speak, and my passes were as accurate as I think I could have expect after a year or so layoff. I had a couple of early shots, but then got the vibe that I was being too greedy. I'm not a shoot first kind of guy anyway; I can only recall scoring two goals in 20 years of playing, and both were in one meaningless indoor game way back when. Considering that the league only allows each player two goals per game (in order to curb ballhoggery and one-player dominance), I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to put a bit more effort into putting shots on goal.
Next week I think I'll run a bit more. I'd call my running effort half-assed at best. But we won. So good enough.
Today I have a strange pain coming from my right groin-ish area, which I attribute to the fact that we were given no warm up or stretching time. I'm sure it'll wear off tomorrow or the next day. Or never. I sort of refuse to be injured, it reminds me of old people.
I played most of last evening's game, as we only had one sub, and was only responsible for 2-3 defensive mishaps that led to opponent goals. Considering they scored 6 total goals (to our 8), perhaps I should rethink how my personal effort went. I'll just say I'm a bit slow to react these days.
But I did feel generally pretty good about my effort... I'm nowhere near fit (or quick), but I've still got my soccersense, so to speak, and my passes were as accurate as I think I could have expect after a year or so layoff. I had a couple of early shots, but then got the vibe that I was being too greedy. I'm not a shoot first kind of guy anyway; I can only recall scoring two goals in 20 years of playing, and both were in one meaningless indoor game way back when. Considering that the league only allows each player two goals per game (in order to curb ballhoggery and one-player dominance), I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to put a bit more effort into putting shots on goal.
Next week I think I'll run a bit more. I'd call my running effort half-assed at best. But we won. So good enough.
Today I have a strange pain coming from my right groin-ish area, which I attribute to the fact that we were given no warm up or stretching time. I'm sure it'll wear off tomorrow or the next day. Or never. I sort of refuse to be injured, it reminds me of old people.
07 November 2006
i'm registurd
Hey! It's election day!
Despite my previous thought that I should just vote democrat across the board to punish anyone at all associated with the president, instead I am debating if I'm going to vote at all. If anyone wants to let me know what important issue I should be voting on and will be missing out on if I just act apathetic and ungrateful for my FREEDOMEZ, please let me know.
Freedomez is a registered trademark of ridehorsey.com.
I live in Perry township.
Vegas was pretty blah. The three of us did spend $200 on dinner, and even that was just so-so. But if you're going to eat at Smith and Wollensky, skip the whipped potatoes. They are a $11 waste of money. The T-bone is as big as both your hands spread out, though. Maybe bigger.
Remind me to never fly United ever ever again. I've never had a positive United experience that I can remember... just a bunch of passable or horrible experiences. Perhaps that's the case with all air travel. I hate airplanes and airports and the whole process. Yuck. Is there anyone on the ballot pushing for nationwide highspeed rail? I'd even be ok with my tax money going to that.
Soccer starts tomorrow, as far as I know anyway, and I look forward to dying on astroturf. Nothing makes me more sweaty than running. It's really gross, actually, but I enjoy that my opponents have to deal with sweaty me banging against them. This is my public reminder to foul more. That's how the pros do it.
Alright. Election, Vegas, Soccer... I think that covers it so far.
Despite my previous thought that I should just vote democrat across the board to punish anyone at all associated with the president, instead I am debating if I'm going to vote at all. If anyone wants to let me know what important issue I should be voting on and will be missing out on if I just act apathetic and ungrateful for my FREEDOMEZ, please let me know.
Freedomez is a registered trademark of ridehorsey.com.
I live in Perry township.
Vegas was pretty blah. The three of us did spend $200 on dinner, and even that was just so-so. But if you're going to eat at Smith and Wollensky, skip the whipped potatoes. They are a $11 waste of money. The T-bone is as big as both your hands spread out, though. Maybe bigger.
Remind me to never fly United ever ever again. I've never had a positive United experience that I can remember... just a bunch of passable or horrible experiences. Perhaps that's the case with all air travel. I hate airplanes and airports and the whole process. Yuck. Is there anyone on the ballot pushing for nationwide highspeed rail? I'd even be ok with my tax money going to that.
Soccer starts tomorrow, as far as I know anyway, and I look forward to dying on astroturf. Nothing makes me more sweaty than running. It's really gross, actually, but I enjoy that my opponents have to deal with sweaty me banging against them. This is my public reminder to foul more. That's how the pros do it.
Alright. Election, Vegas, Soccer... I think that covers it so far.
02 November 2006
this post rocks like the video at the end of it
Hmm. I'm finally going to Vegas Saturday on that trip I won in the canoe race. We have no plans, except to eat and In and Out Burger. In and Out Burger better be fucking good, if it's just like Steak n' Shake or something I'm going to punch the West Coast right in the ear.
Last time I was in Vegas we ate a Fatburger, because Ice Cube mentioned Fatburger in that "I gotta say it was a good day" song and we're hard, just like Ice Cube.
Fatburger wasn't very good, but it did have a jukebox playing oldies, and I recall a black man dancing. We then ventured outside and saw a souvenir t-shirt that read "EAT SHIT AND DIE. LAS VEGAS." I wonder if it's still on sale... might make a nice pajama shirt.
Gina's bike came off layaway and into our house last night. I think it ended up being like $900 altogether. Maybe I should have my head looked at.
She then attempted the spinervals training dvd I have and got about 75% through at light effort. Then I did the whole thing at full effort and tried not to vomit. I regretted eating the Papa Murphy's pizza (which is really good, by the way) because vomitting pizza would be pretty horrible.
Humans abuse their power while horses use theirs only for good. I'd rather be a horse.
Anyway. It's thursday.
Last time I was in Vegas we ate a Fatburger, because Ice Cube mentioned Fatburger in that "I gotta say it was a good day" song and we're hard, just like Ice Cube.
Fatburger wasn't very good, but it did have a jukebox playing oldies, and I recall a black man dancing. We then ventured outside and saw a souvenir t-shirt that read "EAT SHIT AND DIE. LAS VEGAS." I wonder if it's still on sale... might make a nice pajama shirt.
Gina's bike came off layaway and into our house last night. I think it ended up being like $900 altogether. Maybe I should have my head looked at.
She then attempted the spinervals training dvd I have and got about 75% through at light effort. Then I did the whole thing at full effort and tried not to vomit. I regretted eating the Papa Murphy's pizza (which is really good, by the way) because vomitting pizza would be pretty horrible.
Humans abuse their power while horses use theirs only for good. I'd rather be a horse.
Anyway. It's thursday.
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