Archive for May, 2011

As I sit here eating one of the greatest foods ever invented (bacon, you’re still first) — that’s right, a hot dog — I’m trying to remember that we do not live in the time of Jane Austen and the antiquated ideas about dowry and connections and social mobility should be left where they lay; and further, that any small-minded dunderhead who tries to convince me these are valid concerns should be disregarded in a vehement fashion (up to and including public mocking if necessary). This is, upon reflection, one of the reasons I’m a fan of the great American experiment. We busted that kind of thinking and proved it provincial, repressive, regressive, lazy and unnecessary for prosperity. Why is it always those who insist you “think outside the box” actually have trouble doing it themselves? Digressing…

How’s that for stream-of-consciousness writing, eh?

Anyway, funny/informative stuff from friends. I have some potential good things happening. Will keep you informed because some of it could make for some interesting reading.

The Heritage Foundation has its own budget plan. I haven’t read it yet but I think I will and pitch it out somewhere. Others already have the scoop but maybe I’ll have some fresh insight…

I either want to work for them or run from them.

Our regular game update from the coach because they’re generally funny and I like to brag about how our team is competitive and always knows how to keep it in perspective. Good group of folks. Really.

A combination of Marieo’s ruthless pitching and All-Star defense made for a rough day at the plate for the Panthers.
After racking up five hits and three runs in the first inning, they only mustered ONE more hit for the rest of the game. At one point, we set down 13 in a row, and we set down 19 of the last 20 batters to end the game.
Walters had some nice running catches in the outfield, Cassidy had a Freddie Freeman-like scoop of a line drive at first — in addition to her usual picking of low throws and one-hoppers from our infield (mostly shortstop), and Scott made a nice pick-and-throw on a hard grounder to third. Austen also had a nice sliding catch in left.
In addition to our stifling defense, our bats also heated up after a slow start. After managing only four hits and one run through the first two innings, we put up 13 runs on 14 hits over the next four innings.
Will Perkins and Chris Walters both joined the homerun column, with Will whistling one down the rightfield line, and Walters hitting one into the gap, literally chasing Sarah and Longmire to the plate.
Marieo added another triple to add to his (curious) team lead, Austen had a hit from both sides of the plate, and Longmire went 3-4 with three runs scored.
Incredibly well-played game all around. Pitt is a perennially good team, and this was a good measure for our progress over the last few years. (The first time we played Pitt, they beat us 38-8. This was way better than that.)
And to top it all off, we won Last Team Standing at the bar afterward.

A friend posted this on Facebook and it is one of the great moments in Wayne’s World repertoire. Moses man.

Finally, here. Lindsey Buckingham, make no mistake about it, was and is a total babe. Just sayin’.

UPDATE: Dang. Sometimes I wish my mom wouldn’t tell me about stuff like this. This happened pretty close to where my parents live and I think mom is thinking about what she might do in a similar circumstance. It freaked her out a little I think. Don’t worry mom. You’ve got the guys there. You’re safe. The fun part is, I don’t think she tells me because she’s worried about me, either. Her father and her aunts grew up in D.C., Anacostia specifically. And my great aunt Dorothy lived in Suitland for years. No, mom’s telling me to spark discussion of gun laws. See how she rolls? And how I feel about owning a firearm. Okay then, here it is: I’m for permitted, concealed weapons. I’m 2nd amendment all the way. My father had shotguns, rifles and handguns over the years. I’m not unfamiliar with them. Do I have mixed feelings about the fact that handguns were invented with the idea of man as a target in mind? Sure. I don’t love that humanity has to protect itself from itself. But, as the story above notes, we most certainly do. As for me, Pops and I had a frank discussion of firearm ownership many years ago when I got my first apartment. I expressed interest in owning a handgun. He said, “Okay. That’s fine. Go to the shooting range, learn how to fire and care for a gun. Learn it inside and out before you bring it into your home. But most importantly, know that if you pull it, you must be right with the idea that you may very likely take a life.”

I’ve not gotten right with that. So, I have a bat — lent to me by the softball team — next to my bed. And if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s swing a bat. And I aim for the head.

More Fleetwood Mac because it’s good music for the kind of weather outside. The first was a favorite of an ex-boyfriend. He pretty much lived his life by it. I like it, too. The second…well, it’s just a good song. One every man should hear. Love you, too Stevie.

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Hey hey. So much to do. Fascinating how that happens at times like these. The only difficulty is figuring out how to prioritize but I think — and this is a new effort I’ve not explored before — I’m going to prioritize the “thank yous.” That sounds strange I guess but it’s really about professional courtesy. Also, no attention will be paid to anything that is not immediately productive in some way, either professionally, spiritually, comically, physically, etc. At least for a little while. Up only. Not left, right, and most certainly not down. No “look at me and what I’m doing and care.” Nope. Only looking up. Because I have to, see. It’s a matter of survival. If you’re on board, we’re cool. If not, catch ya on the flipside. Maybe.

Anyway, we have a softball game tonight (physically and probably comically productive – check) and I’ve many things for your minds to glance at, dismiss, gravitate toward or ponder. Because that kind of thing makes me feel good (spiritually productive – check).

First, a plug for a friend of mine’s mama’s company. The clothes are pretty sassy I think. Perfect for summer.

Second, The Bard. Because he’s great. That is all.

Third, my adopted home state (so many loved ones have ties and/or are from there) just keeps getting hit. Prayers all around. Here’s some Sam Clemens to make you feel at least a little less done in by it all:

The Mississippi River will always have its own way; no engineering skill can persuade it to do otherwise…
– Mark Twain in Eruption

Fourth, my British friend gave me some new music to consider. I passed along some Tribe Called Quest to him and he’s given me a taste of Dizzee Rascal. I kinda dig it. Especially that you can hear his British brogue in the rap.

Fifth, this picture just makes me laugh so hard every time I look at it so, here. Enjoy. My friend making the rawk fingers next to Sanjaya is so ironic that any hipster that happens upon this will likely have an immediate aneurysm from wishing they were so awesome. You can scroll down on this page to the “After Idol” section to learn where this photo was taken. We won’t talk about how my friend got in…

Sixth, this is just so, so cool.

Finally, as the header notes, silence can be deafening. Which puts me in the mind of the great song by Simon & Garfunkel that was the most profound thing I had ever heard when I first paid attention to the song around the age of 14. The film it’s from = also great. So, have a slice of the ennui of suburban America. It’s not too late for me either Elaine.

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Happy Mother’s Day Mommy. Click the link and you’ll find many mothers honored that remind me of you. Because while I know Pops is a total nerd in his own right, I think I got the explore-every-corner-of-your-mind thing from you. Thanks for pushing me to be brave — and insisting, even (and, maybe especially) now that I continue to be brave — and never making me feel crazy or tragic or silly for just trying to figure everything out in my own time. Thank you also for serving as an example of how never to slip into egoism or extreme self-absorption or pathological selfishness when discovering you could do something well or better than most. Thanks, too, for allowing your daughters to play like boys and encouraging the freedom of mind and expression of wild women, but keeping us grounded in manners and grace and compassion and empathy. Thanks for always sharing the exploits of the family tree and passing down a side of our common history that makes the thought of visiting Prague an ever-growing desire. Thank you for the humility to recognize that true freedom of mind and heart means recognizing that there is a very strong chance and high probability that we are not alone in this universe and that is a great and wondrous thing. Finally, thanks for being strong enough to raise three headstrong girls and four brilliant and compassionate men, hold together a marriage of 50 years to a powerful and headstrong man in his own right, face your life with claws out when necessary but always with a welcoming and forgiving heart, and for being able to enjoy a good joke, a glass of wine and any attempt to make light of even the darkest time. I wish I was more like you in so many ways and I’m so proud to be able to say I’m yours and you are mine.

Also, thanks for keeping me alive as a kid. I think that one tends to go unrecognized frequently. Happy Mother’s Day. I love you so much. Here’s ya’ll’s song. I hope you dance to it in the living room. It is my favorite memory of you.

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Sigh. It’ll work out. I have a friend who says that things always work out for people who are smart, dedicated, hard-working, etc. And, in his opinion, I am those things so, logically…His optimism is boundless and I appreciate it so much right now. And hey, I guess I’ve been here before. But I think I might be materially changed this time. Yes, I think I am. Most especially in that it has been made remarkably clear to me that narcissism is boring and uninteresting. Because it’s useless unless all is well. Are there lives out there where things are always well? Maybe I suppose, but I don’t know any of them. Funny insight to have I suppose. But I think it’s the lesson most ripe for the plucking here.

In any event, I danced to this song last night and the great and wonderful positive is that I can still move. A little creakier, a little more prone to caution, but move I can. And do. And it’s keeping me sane.

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And the world is shaking under my feet again. Until everything stops moving, I won’t have too much to say beyond the inane and — possibly — funny. Maybe some music here or there. But I will say this: I appreciate challenges. I truly do. I know they prove your resolve and test your mettle and make you stronger and all that. But I would really, really — really, really, really — like some stability in my life. And so, taking into account the things that must get done and doing them, that’s my goal. I’ve even entertained getting another puppy — it’s been a year since Stella Blue passed. But I suppose I should wait and let things calm a bit before taking on that responsibility again. Also, I got told here recently for the first time that I’m evil and should be ashamed of myself for being conservative. I have arrived my friends.

For now, here’s a funny exchange I had with a friend earlier. I really don’t laugh at death under any circumstances except, apparently, this one. Because right now the kid needs levity. And I’m finding it where I can.

Me: How much do we all *heart* the SEALs right now? Good work. http://gizmodo.com/#!5798016/the-navy-seals-booty-was-yesterdays-biggest-victory

My Friend: Ha, I’m gonna laugh if Osama was so ballsy that he didn’t even have his user account password protected.

Me: well he had clearly gotten very comfortable in his new digs so there’s at least a remote possibility that he didn’t see the need to encrypt. i actually have kind of a morbid question that you may be able to answer…ready?

MF: Sure.

Me: okay — so, all the talk of proper burial customs and all that got me to thinking if Muslim’s have that thing about cleaning up all the blood and burying it as well. because i’ve seen the compound photos after the firefight and, if they do have that tradition, it was definitely not followed. do you know if they do?

Me: Muslims. no possessive/contraction. dang.

MF: Oh, ha, I’m not entirely sure. I feel like I heard that somewhere, but I’m not much of an expert on Islamic customs. But I can say with a fair amount of certainty that the idea that we took care of bin Laden’s body “in accordance with Muslim traditions” is a bunch of PR bullshit. We didn’t “wash his body, say a prayer, and bury him at sea.” We put two slugs in his head, swabbed his cheek for DNA, said ‘see you in hell’ and kicked him out the back of a C-130 somewhere over the Arabian Sea.

Me: i’m totally going to hell because I just laughed aloud.

Time to post this song again. I have a really incredible bit of choreography that goes with it. I can show it to you sometime if you like…

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