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Mon, Feb. 19th, 2007, 04:11 pm
Recent readings

So what has D66 been reading lately? Glad you asked, I'd be happy to share.

Most recent books read:

"A People's History of the United States - 1492 to Present" by Howard Zinn. Loved it, wish they had a t-shirt.

"198 4" by George O rwell (spaced for D63). Mind blowing. The fact that it was written in 1948 is incredible. I saw the Tim Robbins produced stage production when it came this way a few months ago; a great supplement.

"The Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck. I've seen the ghost of ol Tom Joad.

"The Wealth and Poverty of Nations: Why Some Are So Rich and Some So Poor" by David Landes. About half way through this one. Enjoying the history and will have more to say when I'm done.

Mon, Feb. 12th, 2007, 03:42 pm
Funny poster

I've been meaning to tell D63 about this. Tuesday night church dartball league - oh about a month ago - we played an away game against the local Lutheran Church. I observed a poster on the wall that brought about an episode inside me that was both humorous and nostalgic. Let me preface this by saying my thoughts of Lutherans are formed from 3 sources: One being history, two being D63's comments about how everyone at his church ate spaghetti and knew each other by their shoes (because there heads were always down at church, work with me people) and three, the Lutheran student group dress like your favorite theologian party flyer i saw on campus.

Back to the poster. It was clearly an old poster. and darn it all to heck, I wish I remembered the name of the company so I could at least yahoo/google it. The poster said something like "XYZ Accounting, 20 Million Lutherans Swear By Us. (Well, they don't actually swear.)"

Sun, Feb. 11th, 2007, 08:50 pm
Sports Fans......I really do hate almost everyone.

Hello world. I had a great weekend; aside from the necessary hate that rages through my veins. Let me explain. I hate everyone. Well, almost everyone that is. Today I'll outline my distaste for sports fans. Let me give some background. I've been to a lot of sporting events. A lot. At least, a lot more than most people I would assume. No formal study has been done of course. And I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who have been to a heck of a lot more. But my point is this - I've been to enough sporting events to have come to the conclusion that people who are really into sports and really into their team annoy me. I suppose I'm also annoyed by the fact that sports in our society play such a huge role in our lives - especially the youth. What a wonderful place I've imagine if only we'd put as much emphasis on education, learning as we did on athletics. I guess I'm a dreamer. And I'm not the only one.

This past weekend on Feb. 10th I took shorty mcholla to C-bus to visit Dr. of Death, since we're getting formal, and oh yeah, also to see one of the best big 10 games of the year featuring the then ranked no. 3 Ohio State Buckeyes. Scooped the tix on ebay. First they didn't ring up when we were trying to get in, but just as I was beginning my BBBBBB call, yahtzee, they rang up and we were in. Still, I'll always treasure the moment when we walked in and shorty mcfarland looked up at dear ol dad and said, "For a minute I thought those were bootleg."

Anyway, we had a great time at the game, no problems there. The trouble came afterwards. See, I've taken shorty mcdomino to plenty of games and his biggest thrill is getting autographs. We've gotten our home teams autographs countless times. We've scored the Pacers autographs. We know how it's done and it has to be the home team. So we were counting on getting some of the cream of the crop OSU players to ink his program. Long story short - no dice. They don't sign. They used, just as we knew they probably did. But since this years team is so good and has a couple high flying NBA potential players, there have been people that ruined the autographs for the kids. What kind of people might you ask? Oh, the ones like we witnessed 2 hours after the game had ended standing outside the stadium by the lot where the players park. 4 or 5 dudes, overweight, no athletic ability, no kids around, with 4 or 5 basketballs each seeking signatures. Kids can't get autographs because of boners like this. Dreams of making money on ebay I guess. I heard words like, yo, man, your boy sold you out - can you sign this. What a bunch of douche bags. I was disgusted. I couldn't imagine going to the game as an adult with a bag full of deflated basketballs and tracking down other men to have them sign. I guess I'm just not into that, or maybe I'm not easily impressed.....or I know......I'm intelligent?

By the way, after the game the good Doctor took us to Thurman Cafe where we waited another two hours but this time it was well worth it as we were treated to the best burger I've ever had.

So what do I hate about sports fans? Let me think back to some of my memorable moments being a casual observer and see:

1. I hate the general obsession - it's all people talk about. sports, who's doing what, did you see the game last night, did you hear what T.O. said, blah blah blah. Aren't there more important things in life? I can think of a few.

2. I abosultely loathe this scenario: The home team commits a foul/penalty and the ref makes the correct call. The crowd goes nuts throwing obscenities at the officials. I sit there and think to myself, "actually, that was a good call."

3. Along with adults brining memoribilia to have signed - as witnessed at the OSU game and also the last Pacer game I went to - I can't stand it when I see adults (no kids in site) bringing their baseball gloves to the outfield to try and catch a BP ball.

4. The rush to leave. My favorite thing to do, and part of the reason seeking autographs with shorty mcdermitt comes easy to me, is because I am willing to wait for hours after the game if it means I don't have to wade through the crowds of rude people all trying to run each other over to get home. You're all just sitting in parking garages wasting gas and killing the environment.

5. 8 dollar drinks and 7.50 nachos.

Okay, I'm getting tired from a long weekend so I'll cut this short. and this post in no way implies I've not had loads of fun at various games with my doggs. We've been to a lot together as something to do. And I appreciate that. Spending time with my loved ones is what I look forward to. Anyway, I'm signing off and getting ready for bed. I just got done playing bball for two hours with the old dudes at the high school.

Wed, Oct. 4th, 2006, 10:44 am
just a note from the west side of the mid-west

Just got a membership at a University here and am anxious to see what kind of crowd comes in to hoop. It can't possibly be anything like the hoosiers I'm used to.
Other time consumers include digesting koine Greek (became the commone Greek when some guy named Alexander conquered a few places and combined numerous dialects of Greek), tackling some hermeneutical issues, absorbing the mission of God (now, in history, and in the time-space continuum), and loving on the OT.

Tue, Sep. 19th, 2006, 02:58 pm

The new vet students have been walking around looking earnest and pious and I wondered if they were yet resolved to the fact that most of them will spend 80% of their professional careers spaying kittens. The thought hadn't even fully resonated with me before I thought, "Wow, that was cynical. Where did that come from?" I remember once hearing that cynics are former idealists and even at that age (15 or 16?) I thought, yeah, I can see how that would happen. I also remember my father chiding my youthful perspectives at times and always trumping me with "When you're my age you be a little more realistic," to which I would reply, "I hope I'm always idealistic!" - I may have actually stamped my feet - before going back to laying the plans for utopian societies and racial harmony.

I'm older now. I'll spare you the exhaustive diatribe about all the ways in which I am reminded of my fading youth (among them: disappearing hair, can't hear shit, eat before bed and can't go to sleep, stay up past 10:00 and I'm a wreck the next day, eat junk food for a weekend and have weird bowel movements for a couple of days, etc.), but the older I get the more of my father I see in me. It's all entirely involuntary, I promise. Some of it I don't like and some of it is ok. But I wonder if somehow, completely unbeknownst to me and despite my best efforts, I have become crotchety, grizzled, and bitter like him. The strange thing is that I have hope for so many things...but I can also see that many of the things for which I previously hoped may remain just that. But I want to remain optimistic and I think that I am. I still want to see better pictures of Nessie and I'm still waiting for a postcard from outer space. But I can recognize that in many facets I am less and less Bambi and Pinocchio more and more The Emperor ("Give in to the dark side and accept your fate, you hapless bitch!").

My father is old fruit. Weathered and withered and, I suspect/fear, may not be long for this world. And I am wrestling with the idea that I may become him in more ways than I ever anticipated.

Just a thought.

Mon, Sep. 18th, 2006, 01:58 pm
It's monday, where are you?

Originally uploaded by djponce121.
Fresh back from the bacherlor parties of all bachelor parties. The four amigos are back in their respective towns. It is 2:53, where are you fools? do you have lives or something. I took the day off to recuperate. Here is the only photo from the debauchery last weekend not too hot for the internet.

Fri, Aug. 25th, 2006, 10:31 am
India impressions

So there are several people in my apartment complex from india. they all have visas in town working on software project for major fortune 500 company. anyway, have gotten to know raj playing bball and have conversed with him while teaching him to shoot. it was funny last night i was shooting some hoop talking to him and 3 different couples were walking their dogs nearby. he said, "people here like dogs." i said yeah, they do. he said, "it's strange how people here like dogs so much. They spend more time with the dog than they do with their kids."

Mon, Aug. 14th, 2006, 04:52 pm
The USofA

Just got back from the eastern seaboard and boy am I tired. Played the license plate game with the family and found the majority of them. Come on you folks from Alaska, Hawaii, Montana, and New Mexico....where were you? We also found plates from Ontario, Quebec, Washington DC, no surprise for those 3, but the bonus we got was a license plate from Costa Rica.

Wed, Aug. 2nd, 2006, 10:26 pm
Late night in blog land

Well mother bloggers, it's 10:30 here on a Thursday night. I've got a lot of work at the office tomorrow to do. It's a drag. I'm smart, i'm the man, etc, but not getting the props i deserve. while some less deserving fools getting much game.... so without getting too personal, let me change subjects.

F id ol is sick....of course we all have to pass away and he's done more in 80 years than almost any one could even imagine themselves doing. not too many people lead successful revolutions against a super power huh?

also, how's the american eagle back to school sales?

Sun, Jul. 30th, 2006, 09:36 am
Dispel the rumours

As much as everyone may think. And by everyone I mean once specific crazy lunatic individual. D66 and D63 are not gay lovers. Despite my totally normal hetero dream I had last night with flashbulbs blazing.

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