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October 2005 Updates

Nando experiences some... problems with his TA-ship, and everyone else writes their little heads off.

Sunday, October 2nd, 2005

el clase es muy bueno!

I'm taking time out from where I would normally be watching "Arrested Development" to write this journal entry in protest of the time change this season for the critically-acclaimed series. They moved that hillarious show (and you know how hard it is for me to actually admit a show is funny, so that tells you something about the style of humor the show posesses) to monday nights and in its stead they dumped Michael Rappapport's moronic "war at home," which I'll admit is a little bit better than I thought it would be, but it' still not deserving of Fox's Sunday night lineup. Dammit, I wanna watch my block of shows: the simpsons, Arrested D., Family Guy... and I could take or leave American Dad. But, Monday night shows have never, ever faired well on my schedule becuase I am usually planning for Tuesday's mayhem. So,  will probably not get a chance to see a single episode this season, and not out of spite or lethagy or poor planning- it just doesnt register. Take last Monday. I thought to myself, "i better shower right now [6:30pm] so that I can catch A.D. I didn't think about it again until Friday night. So, I'll just say this... if you are free and have nothing to do, and have a good memory, catch Arrested Development. It's a pretty good show.

Moving on, I had a really awesome activity planned for Thursday's Spanish class. This chapter that we're on covers clothing, colors and numbers over 100, so I made my students bring in 3 articles of clothing. "are we gonna pass these around?" asked one of my students.
"Oh, just you wait" I responded. I think I like the rapport I'm developing with the students... well the dudes at least. For some reason most of the girls seem much more hesitant to approach me. So, then I instructed them to get into trios, but to make sure that the persons they were with had mostly different items than they did. So we had six groups.

I split the room in half and said "Today we're going shopping, class." Those to my right will be the buyers first and those to my left are the stores. At the half, we'll switch.

I modeled an exchange. I went to the first store, and said "I'm looking for a tie" in spanish. "Do you sell ties?"

"no."

I lifted my nose at them and walked on by to the second store. "Good day. I'm looking for a tie, do you sell ties here?"

again, the response was "no"

Exasperated, I walked to my only hope- the third store - Almacén El Pollo Loco. "Beg your pardon. Do you sell ties?" And fortunately they did! But it was a red and black tie, which was not exactly my style. "Im looking for a blue tie. Do you sell a blue tie?" THey did not. A bit annoyed, I asked how much the tie was.

"FOrty bucks"

"Ay de mi!" That was too expensive so we commenced to regatear. And I got him to go to 37 bucks and bought two. I instructed the buyers to come up with a list of seven items they wanted to buy while at the stores and compare prices, while the stores should keep a tally of how much they have made. Ideally, I would have liked to have given the buyers a spending limit, but I couldn't help but think it would complicate matters a bit.

It was a huge success! I went around participating as well and got a great ganga... three socks for three bucks! One of my students had a straw sombrero and a pair of Corona ... underwear. I played up the great sombrero when a potential buyer was in place. "Oh, look at what a fine material the hat is made of!" From that point, the student just kept saying "fine material!" when he pointed to his sombrero. Good times.

The next day was a different story. I decide to go through the numbers before a math bowl but in the heat of the moment I realized that I didn't know how to count! My brain froze as I wondered how you say 100 of something for masc and fem... and then 101? And what about 201? Despite my best efforts I just said I would email them how to do that (which I did - I email my students about twice a week to keep them afloat of anything I'm seeing in their work that needs improvement... maybe that's why they get awesome grades). And then we had a math bowl involving numbers over 100. But yeah, I felt like a real loser up there asking my students "uhm... what does your book say?"

We'll see what happens tomorrow. It's a rather short lesson involving placement (these, this, that, those, etc).

I have Melanie saying "that's right, the moon" and "look lively... LOOK LIVELY!" thanks to H-star-R.

Time for DH later

 

Monday, October 3rd, 2005

Mellon Mondays - 1st October Edition

Being in a Band = Having a Boyfriend/Girlfriend

(A Double Whammy!)

 

Inspired my Funk's extensive entries (of which the diatribe against coffee I found highly amusing and accurate, by the way...  and yeah, I can't stand the taste either) this week's double metaphor may be a bit lengthy.

 

The other day I was talking to my friend Jason, a musician, about this band he'd been asked to join.  He was giving me the long list of reservations he had about it (including the inconveniant rehearsal times and locations, the less than desirable personalities of the other band members, and in particular the obnoxiousness of the guy who'd asked him to join) yet still seemed to be considering the offer.  I finally asked him, ?If this band were a girl or guy who wanted to date you, would you agree??  Jason took a minute to think before replying with certainty, ?Oh hell no.?  This led to a whole discussion of how joining a band is a lot like getting into a relationship.  First there's the idea of commitment: Although this band seemed pretty serious, Jason couldn't see his participation as a long-term thing.  But would it be fair to the others for him to get involved knowing it would never be anything but casual to him?  Then of course there's the ambivalent feelings: Jason wanted to play in a band again, but was he so desperate he'd settle for anything?  Would the benefits outweigh the costs?  And of course how does he reject them gently?  There may be feelings of guilt about turning them down or the fear that an opportunity was wasted.  Yet, perhaps he was doing them as well as himself a favor: By letting them go, he gave them the chance to find someone else who could give the band all it deserved while at the same time making it possible for himself to find a band that truly met his standards.  Towards the end of our conversation, Jason told me that while at first he'd been confused about what to do in his situation, once he considered it in terms of a relationship, the answer was crystal clear.  I was glad this helped him and then began thinking if I couldn't use the metaphor in reverse to help myself...

 

I'd recently found out a really cool guy I know is now single (he'd had a girlfriend since I knew him but they broke up in june).  Being single myself, as well as constantly told by society that being in a relationship with someone else is far superior to being in a relationship with myself, I couldn't help but hope that maybe something might develop between me and this guy.  To put it bluntly (and in keeping with the metaphor) I wanted to play in his band.  However, he had not advertised he was looking for someone nor had he extended a personal invitation my way.  So what am I to do?  I refuse to follow him around like some groupie, yet I know if he gave me a chance I'd have something to offer.  Then, the thought occurred: What about my own band?  Why should I abandon that to be in his?  Maybe he should join mine.  Or maybe we are both meant to keep on playing seperate gigs.  Anyway, I feel my brain slowing down and the metaphor trailing off, so I'll end with this final bit of advice (to be taken however you want): Don't play in a stupid band when you can make your own kick-ass music!  (At least that's what I'm trying to do).  Til next week...

 

Look lively

LOOK LIVELY!!!

Wednesday, October 5th, 2005

Humpin it with Becker... flava style

Hello again everyone out there in interland,

I can't think of anything to write about today.  Totally stumped.  Well, this afternoon I had a Totally Awesome Moment.  Ever have one of those?  Today it was listening to Come Sail Away by Styx playing on two consecutive radio stations simultaneously.  It was enough to turn one vomit-inducing song into an exponentially increasing vomit-fest.

Working at Blockbuster is soul-sucking.  It's not that the work is that hard, or the people that mean, but the nature of the job requires me to completely shut down my brain and go on autopilot.  I put on my fake smile and friendly tone and do transaction after transaction, each one nearly identical and always repeating the same things.  It gets so bad that even the ever-vapid discourse of sports talk radio becomes a godsend during my 15-minute breaks.

I saw School of Rock, and highly recommend it.  Jack Black is hilarious.  Saw Barton Fink, and I don't recommend it unless you're a David Lynch fan.  Yes, I know it's a Coen Brothers film, and I like all their other movies.  But while this movie had some great moments, the last 15 minutes didn't make much sense, and there wasn't any conclusion.  I'm sure if someone explained all the metaphors to me it would make it better.

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Answers to the Photo Quiz

a) Banana
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b) Dog
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c) Eye
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d) Guitar Fretboard
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e) Homer Simpson on TV
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I was reading today about the Halifax Explosion.  Ever heard of it?

It was 1917, in Halifax, Nova Scotia.  A munitions ship called the Mont Blanc carrying over 4,000 TONS of explosives collided with the Norwegian ship Imo in Halifax Harbour.  The impact started a fire that, after 20 minutes, ignited the ship in the largest man-made explosion until the atomic bomb test in 1945.  2,000 people were killed instantly, 325 acres were flattened.  The largest single-day loss of life in North America between the Battle of Antietem in 1862 and September 11, 2001.

As if that weren't bad enough, the pressure wave from the explosion caused a tsunami that traveled up the channel.  Water went 60 feet above sea level, washing ships ashore and carrying a Native American settlement out to sea.

But lady luck wasn't off the rag just yet.  That night, as rescue efforts were being feverishly carried out, the worst blizzard in years hit, dumping 16 inches of snow on the city.


And you thought you had a bad day.

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Song download of the week:
Ice Cube - It Was a Good Day


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Thursday, October 6th, 2005

Scott's Thirsty... and very, very odd

Oh ok!!!
So here is the deal.  I had maybe one hour of sleep, and in order to get that I skipped my first class.  So this week has been like hell week.  I have been getting less and less sleep every night.  I did take a nice 3 hour nap yesterday afternoon, but the night before I got maybe 3 hours... monday night I got maybe 4, slept though my first two class... Sunday night... I don't remember, but it was very little too... and I woke up early Sunday, which I had like 5 hours of sleep... Saturday I slept all day... but since Saturday night (5, 6, 4,3, 3 nap, 1) 22 hours since Saturday night... 6 days... a little less then 4 hours a day... yeah... I think even Navy seals get more sleep durring hell week... wish me luck as I have another night full of shit todo!!!  ROCK ON!!!  Also... my roomate has been getting very little sleep too, maybe around 5 to 6 hours... so we are both of edge... I just lesson to a lot of music so I don't act too funny around him...

Enjoy, my family goat!

OH I LOVE KAMI!!!  BUT YOU ALL KNEW THAT!!!  LUNCH TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Friday, October 7th, 2005

The great thing about Funky Fridays is that they're now in High Def!

Good morning, fellow BBXers.  Today's column is entitled "Keep an Eye On Your Thunder, Because I'm About to Steal It".  This may take awhile.
 
My first victim on this fine Friday morning shall be Melanie and her metaphors.  While I'm not one of those poor souls who are incapable of understanding what a metaphor is, such comparisons normally do not spring to my mind easily.  However, I do have one that relates to relationships of which I am especially proud. It was developed while on holiday in Washington, DC over winter break of my sophomore year at Wabash with my two partners in crime, Tavis Rieger and Nick Steffen.  The trip-planning consisted of us driving out to Washington in Nick's van, looking for things to do for free, and finding a safe place to park Nick's van when we decided to go to sleep.  As you can imagine, fun-filled hijinx and wacky misadventures ensued.  At one of the downpoints, the three of us began talking about our respective relationships, all of which were a bit quirky at best, and found that the best way to relate the respective problems was to compare them to boats.
 
Tavis was coaching 8th grade girls' basketball at a local middle school at the time and found himself being pursued aggressively by the 8th grade math teacher, who we only knew as "Miss Raimi".  The relationship was moving a little too quickly for his liking.  I decided his boat was a speedboat.  He got in the boat casually, with no intentions of spending much time on the water as is his style, but all of the sudden the boat took off from the pier, and before he knew what to do he was out in the middle of the lake on a speeding vessel without a life vest or line to the mainland.
 
Nick was at the tail-end of a relationship with a girl named Molly.  They were quite the power couple in high school, with Nick being Homecoming King and All-State Center and Molly being salutatorian of the class behind him.  Unfortunately, things went wrong when Molly was corrupted by that bastion of upper-class elitism that is DePauw University, arch-nemesis of Wabash College and alma mater of former Vice President Dan Quayle, where she decided that dating one guy was just too socially limiting for her environment.  Tavis wisely christened this relationship as the Titanic, because it looked oh-so-perfect from the outside and was praised from every voice, but all too vulnerable underneath when faced with the iceberg that is DePauw.
 
Finally, there was me.  The three year saga of my relationship with AJ was just beginning.  I believe at this time we were an ex-pseudo-couple.  It was odd, and I was growing ever more confused by the whole thing.  My boat, as decided by consensus, was a rowboat with only one oar.  One person was doing all the work, the boat was going nowhere, and the entire ride was more frustrating than fun.  But the thing about this boat is that it keeps a guy occupied at all times, and when the boat ran aground after nearly three years of working tirelessly to power it, I was both relieved and bitter.  It was a lot of work to get absolutely nowhere, and I suddenly had absolutely nothing to do with my life.  The highly abridged version of the relationship is that we sort of dated for a year, actually dated for a year and a half, she decided I was the antichrist, we broke up, and then she kept me around for six more months until she became engaged to a guy she had known for 2 days and then eloped with a month later.  I don't know what kind of boat they have, but I've always assumed they just eschewed the boat altogether and walk on the water directly.
 
Currently, I'm piloting a Huck Finn-style river raft down the mighty Mississip, and I'm of the opinion that adding a second person to this raft will most likely overturn it, sending us both into the churning rapids.
 
That entire section was only the first thing on the agenda.  You were warned.
 
Next, I'd like to address a couple of Becker's points.  One day, as I was driving to my dad's, I was rocking out to the local 80s station, which was playing Europe's "The Final Countdown."  I arrived before the song ended, got out, and visited with Dad for a couple of hours.  After the visit, I turned my car on again, and Europe's "The Final Countdown" was on.  As far as I can tell, there is absolutely no reason to repeat a song after a scant 2 hours when you have an entire decade's worth of music from which to draw a playlist.  Really, I don't think there's much excuse to repeat a song twice in a week if you have an entire decade of music to play.  And oddly enough, like Come Sail Away, The Final Countdown is a weird rock song about an intergalactic space trip.
 
Onward to Becker's mind-numbing job.  I feel your pain.  Ever wonder why Funky Friday is so long?  Because I have absolutely nothing to do for 8 hours every night, and I grow bored.  When I grow bored, I usually sing something to myself, but I've dealt with so much boredom over the past 9 months that I'm burnt out on singing, and now I just babble to myself for hours on end, stopping on rare occasions to growl at complaining customers.  Most of this gets put into some form of polished prose for your perusal.  In addition to singing, I've become burnt out on listening to music, reading, bouncing a tennis ball off of the wall, attempting to shoot said tennis ball into the candy bar bin from all points of the store, seeing how many square floor tiles I can jump over, logic puzzles, searching for the perfect hot beverage, and reading the paper.  My hobbies are dying left and right.
 
I, also, have cruised the airwaves of the AM dial in search of something, anything, different, and I have enjoyed sportstalk radio on occasion.  The first night I trolled the AM dial, I hit gold:  a Cincinnati talk radio station had a sports show on, and it was the night that Bob Huggins, the really dumb University of Cincinnati basketball coach was fired.  A caller phoned in and was literally sobbing about the matter, and throwing curses at the president who decided that a basketball program that occasionally graduated a player, adhered to any form of academic standard, and was not responsible for approximately half of the crime in the city might reflect better on the school.  Come to think of it, Huggins had DUI sprees of his own to account for.  The host then reading national sportswriters' columns that disagreed with his notion that Huggins should be canonized and called them out on slander.  I laughed most of the night as weeping male callers continued to call in and express their undying love for Bob Huggins, apparently oblivious of exactly how not heterosexual they sounded.
 
As for Scott, I can only ask one thing:  Is that the pet goat that President Bush is always talking about, most infamously while airplanes were crashing into the World Trade Center?
 
Stealing everyone else's ideas is much easier than coming up with my own.  Nando has requested that I do an NBA preview sometime this month, so I must comply in a week or two.  After all, it is his webpage; we only type in it.  I've come up with some more things that I hate, but I'm told by a friend of mine that I've been way too negative of late, so I'm attempting to put the anger in the happy box for the moment.  This probably won't last through the month.
 
That'll do for this week.  Next week I'll try to come up with some form of original thought.
 
[Andrew 'funky' Shepherd has just been promoted to chief Fashion Correspondent].
 
Monday, October 10th, 2005

 

Melanie Moandays

 

my video game life

 

But first!  I must congratulate Funk and his friends' fabulous relationships-as-boats metaphor, and at the risk of beating a dead horse, I feel compelled to share what that inspired for me.  In thinking back on one of my boyfriends, who I knew from the beginning was not at all compatible with me but somehow ended up dating for six months, the best metaphor I could come up with was that of a sailboat ? on a day without wind.  Sure, I enjoyed gliding along on the water and soaking up some sun, but without any wind my sailing experience fell far short of ideal.  Boredom and restlesnness finally brought me back to dock and from now on I make more of an effort to pay attention to the weather forecast before setting sail.

 

And now!  Sometimes I feel like my life is a video game (which, by the way, I have very little experience with so pardon the lack of complexity here).  Basically I often find myself in similar situations, struggling with similar issues, and I get frustrated that I'm not progressing fast enough.  However, with time I've learned to appreciate the lessons learned and skills honed during these repetative trials until I reach the next level.  Whenever I get to the next level I feel a mix of relief at making it to a new place but also some trepidation as I know that further challenges await me.  Luckily I'm getting better at building on my past accomplishments in order to persist through each subsequent level.  And I'm not so concerned about how fast I go; instead, I take some time to enjoy what is around me.  Even better, I'm learning to view each challenge as an adventure rather than a burden.  That's right, the moon!

 

i NEED goat pics! 

Okay, so I'm a little obsessed with goats ? especially the baby ones ? and I absolutely LOVED the picture of Scott's goat.  So much so in fact, that it is now adorning my computer's desktop.  Here are my questions:

What's its name?

Do you take it for walks?

Are there any more pictures?

 

Tuesday, October 11th, 2005

Two Bad Dudes

I got a picture from my mom that she took of Andrew and myself before we jetted off to Minneapolis for New Year's. We look so awesome... like we could rescue anyone who was kidnapped by ninjas.

Doesn't Funk's long hair make him look just like Jesus?

fs

 

Wednesday, October 12th, 2005

Humpin it with Becker - Latest Edition

Word.

To start off today's column, I'd like to offer a trade.

Melanie, aka Sporty Spice, I have something you want.  Goat pictures.  Lots of them, and cute ones too.  What we, the BBX community, do not have, is photographs of our newest and most mysterious contributor.  I am willing to trade Goat pics for Mel pics at a 5-to-1 ratio.  Have your people call my people.

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Oprah

What kind of sick, twisted, stranglehold does this svengali have over soccer moms and other members of middle America?

I'm sick of her new-age crap, sick of her celebrity sycophantism.  Remember when she gave away 276 free cars to struggling families?  A nice gesture, but did she do it humbly with little fanfaire?  No, she did it on the season premiere of her show, jumping up and down screaming "Everybody gets a car, everybody gets a car!"  Philanthropy to boost ratings and feed her inflated ego.


Her latest incident, you may recall, was being turned away at the classy Hermes store in Paris after closing.  She complained...

"Everybody who has ever been snubbed because you were not chic enough or thin enough or the right class or the right color or whatever--I don't know what it was--you know that that is very humiliating and that is exactly what happened to me."

For those of us who work retail, you know the drill.  When it's closing time, the store is closed.  Nobody gets in, and the people already in the store are told to wrap it up. People have lives, families, children to get to.

But no, Oprah has to make herself into a martyr over this.

And she couldn't just drop it at that.  She had the head of the store on her show.  He apologized and said the staff member that turned her away did not recognize her.  They then hugged and the audience cheered wildly.

WAIT A MINUTE.  She was upset at the class discrimination that turned her away, but she's happy that her celebrity status would have gotten her in the store if only she had been recognized!?!?!  Oprah, you hypocritical slut.

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You've probably all heard about it by now, but here's the Belgian Smurfs in strife commercial made by UNICEF to bring awareness to global suffering.

http://www.crooksandliars.com/2005/10/09.html#a5293

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Song Download of the Week:

Beck - E-pro

 

Thursday, October 13th, 2005

Scott's Thirsty

HELLO every one!!!
as many of you have noticed, I have been always doing homework... as my away message hardly changes.  For about 90% of the time that is true.  I am currently working on designing a shovel for a project :\.  It is coming a long good... except for some problems with the software I use... so going to use an other set of software to make it easier.  Just want to give you all a hello, and feel free to write me and let me know how you are doing!   If you are wondering what the pictures are.  They are an approximation of half my cross section of the shovel.  Though as you notice in the last picture there is a nick in the side that should not be there... software... RAM MAKE GOOD SOFTWARE!!!  Any how, going to go and get some sleep,
Scott

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Finally got my shovel working.  Very nicely.  This is a small section of my shovel.  Will send a picture of it later
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD TIME!!!
Scott

newshovel.jpg

shovelzoom.jpg

 

Friday, October 14th, 2005
 
Funky Fridays - What's so Funky about them anyway?
 
Happy Friday, everyone.  For me, this Friday is especially happy for me because it marks the end of this rotten week.  I won't bore you with all the details, but I will divulge that smoke has been rising from my car's engine at a rate that is much too consistent for my liking.
 
Becker is on point this week.  I don't feel the need to add much about Oprah opining that she was locked out of the store because she was some combination of too fat, too lame, too black, or too poor other than to add that rich people routinely need to be reminded that their wealth doesn't put them above the rules.  I've only had the pleasure of doing this twice, but it always is very affirming to watch a rich guy realize that I don't care how much money he has.
 
But, more importantly, I feel the need to chime in on the issue of the newest and most elusive member of the BBX community.  I believe I can help out with a picture.  While I have neither a picture of Melanie nor a detailed description nor five goat pictures to offer, I do have some basic information and the most advanced computing technology the 1990s had to offer.  I have taken the three facts I know of our Monday morning contributor and used them to generate what I believe to be a highly accurate, or at least serviceable, portrait.  The three facts?  1.  She kickboxes.  2.  She has a video game life.  3.  She's female.  Behold the result of this experiment:
 
 
Boo-ya.  Apparently Nando and I are aren't the only ones giving the ninjas what for.  I also posit that Goat Pics should become the official currency of bossboyx.com.  All bets and transactions should involve some amount of goat pics, and an official appraiser should decide exchange rates between different types of pictures.  I nominate Becker for this job, as he has already decided that 1 Melanie Pic = 5 Goat Pics.  Personally, I believe this one to be worth at least 6 Goats, as it's theoretically a picture of Melanie plus one for the time I invested playing Mortal Kombat 3 to get the screenshot instead of doing my accounting work.  It was quite the sacrifice on my part.  Whether Becker pays me directly or Melanie offers me a subcontractors fee matters not.
 
And as for video game comparisons, I offer this one:  The Iraq War has been treated like a video game from the start.  The loss of a life is treated as a minor inconvenience at best.  Dead bodies seem to disappear instantaneously from the public eye.  The entire plan seemed to be go in and take out the main boss and then watch his organization fall apart and disappear after he's out of the way.  The main boss was originally Saddam, but when he initially got away, that giant statue of him sufficed.  Now we're treated to constantly being told that we've advanced to the next level and the game's almost over, and in the meantime we're treated to poorly conceived cinematic sequences featuring a main character with a very flimsy grasp of the English language.  The people playing the game are asking for an unlimited supply of continues, all of which require inserting more money to keep playing, and at the end of the day one can't help but think that time would have been much better spent doing something else.  The fact that this comparison can sound valid should be grounds for impeachment.
 
While I've been attempting to be more positive and less hate-filled and bitter these days, Nando has opened some wounds.  Did you know that Jesus had long wavy blond hair?  It must be true, because it seems that at least a third of the population feels compelled to tell me that I look like Jesus when I have my hair down.  It's also entirely plausible that Jesus had straight brown hair like my little brother had, because that same portion of the population told him that he looked like Jesus too.  In fact, just about every scrawny white male with long hair has been told that he looks like Jesus by someone at one point or another.  Under no circumstances should you ever suggest to these people that Jesus was Middle Eastern and probably looked more like Osama Bin Laden than a long haired white dude.  That's just crazy talk.  In other news related to my hair and stupid people, some local shirtless rednecks riding in the back of a pickup truck yelled "Get a haircut!" at me while I was walking to the store last week.  I yelled "Get an education!" back at them.  I'm not sure they understood what I meant, as 'education' is notoriously polysyllabic.  Have I mentioned that I'm looking into relocating?
 
On that note, I'm going to bring this edition of Funky Friday to a close.  Next week, as per Nando's request, look for my NBA preview column, and by "NBA" I mean "The Indiana Pacers", and by "preview" I mean "WERE RATED #1 BY THE NEW YORK TIMES!!!!  A MUST SEE!!!! #%*$ AWESOME DUDES!!!!"
 
Sunday, October 16th, 2005

Whats been up, Nando?

Glad you asked. A whole lot. Particulary since I haven't written anything substantial in a long time. I think I am under a lot of stress and don't even realize it. This week was extremely difficult just to get through, and I really have no idea why that is. If anything, last week I had more crap to worry about. But it really did feel like this Thursday was the end of a tiresome week and then Friday was just tacked on. I really wanted to go somewhere to unwind, but I really don't have many places that I can visit from here. There's not an Indy anywhere nearby, nor is there a place nearby where I have friends to visit (like back when I was at Wabash and could visit Bex, Chua and Scott). Hopefully I'll go to Milwaukee next week and hang out with Erinn. I haven't seen that shrew in quite a while.

My frustration has spilled over to my class. On thursday, I nearly reduced a student of mine to tears. Nobody was talking or even moving. Realizing that nobody was saying anything didn't bother me. that's fine. If they don't wanna say anything that's all right. But the fact that they didn't even bother raising their hands when I asked for their opinion really got to me. I raised my voice and said "raise your hands people! I don't care what you raise them for, just do something!" Of course I said it with a smile, kind of in jest. But right after that, I called on a girl in my class, and she just JUMPED. her eyes bugged out of their sockets and she shook a split second after I called her name. I couldn't help but just laugh at the situation to diffuse any feelings of anxiety. Everyone joined in. Afterwards, I just kinda gave up and had them do some group work.

Even though I know that there was no acrimony behind my actions or words, the fact that I recieved that kind of a reaction made me reevaluate how loud I was and why I actually dealt with my frustration in that manner. Then, when I headed to my prac site, someone told me that they had just heard about how busy my schedule was, and amazingly, it was like for the first time, I actually aloud myself to feel tired and stressed. Usually, I just acknowledge that I'm busy as heck, but I don't really feel anything - mostly because I just let it roll off my back.

There has been a dramatic change, at least within me, when it comes to teaching. Ever since my evaluation last week I have had a harder time constructing lessons that are meaningful. Oftentimes, I'm not really sure how I get through the class.

The evaluation I recieved from my coordinator was laughable. She spent about two minutes telling me what I did well and 30 or so going on and on about how horrible my approach is. I couldn't help but think about the experiences Funk had when he recieved feedback for his teaching. It's rather saddening that these people who are responsible for educating know absolutely nothing about how to deal with people. Providing feedback is one of the most important things you have to do... why in God's name you haven't learned how to do it effectively in your 100 years in this profession is beyond me. 

Basically she went on and on about how I needed to add a context and how without a context students were lost. Context, Context, Context. I guess that's what the takehome message was. And to her credit, that's the only part that I really listened to. I have to find some way to tie everything to a certain theme. We'll see how that goes, but so far, no one has been able to master that (more on that later).

Some other stuff she said were... questionable. And made me rethink how much credit I should really give her.

Firstly, she talked about how I shouldn't teach grammar in class. That grammar was an end to a mean and not an end in itself. This is not only a false truth of the universe, but she had just contradicted herself the day before when we were in her God Awful class (yeah, that class has context and I learn absolutely nothing... at least, it better have context... or else I'm gonna send her a long memo about it). She said, "I don't believe in teaching grammar in the classroom."

One of the girls raised her hands and said, "I want to disagree with you."
The coordinator/teacher's response: "Oh, well I'm not saying that it has to be that way. It's something that I struggle with all the time." Bah! I don't think she's cognizant of how insane she is.

Here's another example: There's a section on the evaluation that judges you on how well you speak Spanish. "For native ability," she said... "you speak spanish perfectly... or nearly perfectly. I lowered you from Native Speaker to Near-Native because you said 'relajar'.The word is reflexive. It's 'relajarse.' "

I just wanted to laugh right in her face. I wonder how many Native English-Speakers make errors in speech or grammar and are considered to be Near-Native English Speakers. Good lord.

She mentioned that there was too much English being spoken in the classroom. I'm conflicted here. Mostly because the emphasis that is placed on speaking the language is well... hardly any. sure they have two oral quizzes and an oral exam. But the rest- all written. No where on the syllabus does it say that they are required to speak in Spanish every day. How are they supposed to know what is expected of them if they are not told.... hmm this is oddly remeniscent of an event with a Spanish department in another institution. I have expectations for myself- at first, I gave instructions in English because there was no way that the students were going to understand what I wanted them to do exactly. But everything else - the activities, the conversation I had with them - all that was done in Spanish. After about a month, I started doing everything in Spanish. Now, I do kind of push them to ask things in Spanish but only if they know the words. If they ask something way too complex, I just let that go and answer in Spanish, unless it requires a more complex answer.

"How do you deal with that?" I asked my coordinator. "How are they going to ask something if they may not know the exact words for it." If I recall correctly, she ignored my question and instructed me to tell them that from now on I am completely deaf to English. argh.

"you have a very relaxed class," she said, which I took as a compliment but she meant it more in the sense that, "it's going to be hard to reign them in." Then, she started telling me about this other TA's class.

"She's taught Spanish before, right?" I asked- though it was more of a statement- to emphasize the difference in experience before she started her story.

"Well, yes, but oh you should see her class." A great look of admiration and awe washed over her face as she commenced to describe how well trained they were. "When [the TA] says 'luces' the lights go down. When she says 'levantense', they all stand. And she doesn't have to repeat herself." I got really, really scared. I bet she also managed to cure them of their chicken allergies. "Do you remember when you were afraid of the Chickens?" Yeah, I prefer my relaxed class, thank you.

She also stated something, which was completely lost on her, but I chose to take as a compliment. "You have a class that's eager to learn. You should challenge them more." At first, I took this at face value, but then I began thinking... 'hmm, yes, I'm sure that these 23 relaxed students who are eager to learn spanish just got together over the summer and said, 'hey, let's get together and take the same section of spanish.'  No, that's far from it. I'm sure that I had something to do with that eagerness to learn - I'm not taking the credit for it, but I'm sure I've fueled that nature. I mean, hell, what's the likelihood that those Subservient students all agreed to take the same section and join that other TA's section? Slim.

So, because she didn't have the intelligence to give credit were credit is due, I'll do it myself- "good job, nando."  I also learned that one of the girls in my class likes me. She didn't tell me who, but that she kept trying to get my attention. If it was the one I almost reduced to tears on Thursday, I'm sure that that infatuation has been quelched.

I used to stress out more about my coordinator, particularly when I found out that she was not counting my presence in class. When I went in to talk to her, she said that 'it wasn't a big deal.' That I could sign the attendance sheet at the end of class. I started to just smile and ponder... "that's weird to me, I'm sorry." I said.

"What's weird?" she asked of me definsively.

"The attendance sheet." It didn't come out the way I wanted to.

"Well, how many students do you have in your other classes?"

"I dunno. between ten and thirty depending on the class."

"And they don't care about attendance." she said.
"No."
"Well, we do." she returned tersely.
"Well, I'm not criticizing the attendance, I told her - and at least I wasn't doing it to her face. "I want to put this into words." I told her. "The perspective I'm coming from is 'if you didn't sign in within the first few minutes, then it's too late."
"Oh, no no." she said and told me that it didn't matter when I signed in... which really made me question what the hell the point was.

"Why don't you come to class on time? Do you have a class?"
"Well, on thursdays I have supervision."
"So on Tuesday, it's just a matter of taking the early bus." And I just gave her this look of  "oh, I don't think that's going to happen."
then, she commenced grilling me on where I live.
"Middleton," I responded. "And the busses pass by every hour or hour and a half"
"Where do you take the bus?" I proceeded to give her directions to my house. I found this really, really insulting.
"Oh, yeah that's the other way up there. I was going to offer to pick you up on the way here."
As Melanie said: "oh how SWEET and CREEPY at the same time!"

I think the main reason we clashed so much is not because she's mean or evil, but just because we really do have two different mentalities on the world. I'm more of a 'hands off,' let things fall where they may' kind of guy. Which is incredible since I stared out so much like my coordinator, who is much more anal and meticulous and controlling. Here's an example of our mentalities:

We have an assignment for her stupid spanish class where we have to videotape one of our fellow classmate's Spanish 101 course to 1) observe how other TAs are performing and 2) so that we can have a record of how we do things. Maybe we can spot some weird behavior on our part. Regardless, she sent around this sign up sheet to the class for times we could learn how to operate the video camera and I noticed that none of those times worked for me, so I didn't sign it. What she said to me was: "you NEED to tell me these things because I can't always be on top of you, making sure you get things done. I can't always ask you, so you have to let me know." 

My mentality was: "Oh, none of these times work for me, so I'll just find a time on my own to get the videocamera training done. I don't need to tell my coordinator because she doesn't have to be on top of everything I do. This is my responsibility. Why bother her with this?"

It's amazing how similar those two mentalities are and yet how much friction they cause. I usually don't like saying that someone is wrong... but boy, is my coordinator wrong. About how to do almost everthing. My regret is not actually telling her about the way that I think. I mean, I'm a grad student who almost has his MA. There's really no need to treat me like a 7 year old who can't do things on his own.

So, for a long time, I just despised her because I saw her as, like i said, mean and evil. But I restructured reality.  And that shift occured when I was in her office and she was telling me more about what I should  in order to lead a more productive life. She told me about this great system she has. Essentially, "I planout my whole week and color code everything so that I know what to do when." It was then, that I just felt this incredible pity. Mostly because it reminded me of the way I used to be. People like that will never really know what the meaning of life is... or even want to explore. They live life through a series of deadlines and should's. Not saying that absolutely nothing is sacred in life and that responsibilities should be shirked... just saying that some things are more sacred and others are less worthy of being a big deal.

So now, I just approach her class and her like she were a good friend of mine. I mean, if Jesus could fight extreme hatred and fear with extreme love, the least I could do is combat extreme annoyance with the same. One thing she said was that I should participate more ofen in class because that way she will know that I am there. So this week, in the spanish class we had some student presentations on a sample lesson they would implement for their students. NONE of them had any context, according to the coordinator and if she was a student she would have absolutely no idea what was going on. I felt sorry for the students who had gone because they had put a lot of effort into their presentations and to have this woman tear them down the way she did was really uncalled for. At one point she made the most ridiculous statement: "there is no way that I would understand this if I hadn't read the material the night before."

I had to chuckle at this. Since day one, the whole message has been - "you are not responsible for teaching new material" you are responsible for facilitating what they have learned the previous night." What fault is it of the instructors if the students don't come to class prepared? Context is a nice tool at best, but horribly overrated at worst. Saul (whose wife works at the same place I intern, if you'll remember) had a nice lesson on estar + ando. Like estoy hablando, etcetera. And during his lesson I thought, so I should say mor in class ey? So I raise my hand as he's explaining stuff to the class and I asked, "Saul, Saul. Can you say 'estoy Fernando'?" It's sad that not a lot more people got that.

At the end of class I got the bloody attendence sheet and signed it, but not before the coordinator said, "oh, i know you were here today." I really dislike that stupid sheet. Remember that day I left after I was frustrated for not getting credit for showing up late? Her answer was: I can't keep track of who's in class and who's not. After class, when I input the grades I can't remember if I saw you or not"... despite the fact that I always show up late and she makes it painfully clear that I am an interruption to her brilliant lesson. But I'd let that go... except for the fact that one day I got to class early enough to sign the damned thing on time and I saw this little note next to my name for that day that said "left at 10:20." So, you don't remember when I interupt class, which is EVERY DAY, but you remember the exact time I leave your class? I hate you, you silly, silly incompetent woman.

I'll say one final thing about this woman... at least for this entry, since I'm sure she'll have a bunch of tiny nuggets of wisdom to share with me after MY presentation on Tuesday. I noticed how I managed to get her to open up a lot to me when I went to talk to her about my evaluation. By her own admission she's a pretty resistant person. She asked about what my life as a therapist is like. And at the time,  just thought I was being honest, but maybe there was some agenda on my mind suconciously. I mentioned that I work with the theory that's more focused on Rational Thoughts and Emotional Components. "It's amazing," I said. "how many people feel so frustrated in their lives because they can't meet thier ideal. Their ideal is usually composed of all these thoughts of what they should do and of course, when they don't or can't do that, it's the end of the world. My goal is usually to identify what the meaning behind those shoulds is." Innocent chatter... or hidden agenda? I can't say for sure.

I used my philosophy to develop a presentation on my Emerging Theoretical Orientation & Worldview this last Tuesday. It went very well.

I had so much more to talk about but I'm tired and need to do my stupid Midterm for that stupid, stupid spanish class.

Hasta luego, clase.

PS - go, white sox - the team that has made it bearable for me to watch baseball anymore!

Monday, October 17th, 2005

 

Melanie Mondays

 

 

Okay, so the "two bad dudes" photo is a hard act to follow, but here are a couple pictures of me which, according to Becker's stated ratio, entitles me to 10 (oh yeah!) goat pictures!   I can't wait... especially since i've heard them described as "wretchedly adorable"

by the way, if you want some context, the one of me laughing was taken by my fabulous sister while i visited her in seattle last month.  i'm sure that it's obvious i took the other one myself; i had just dyed my hair red and wanted to capture it for posterity (so how do people feel around a narcissist?*)

*major bonus points if anyone besides nando could catch on to that reference

                                                                                                                                                             

 

 

p.s. aside from the long blond hair, i'd say funk's hypothetical rendition of me was pretty accurate (riiiiiiiiiiiight - i wish i could kick ass like that) and definitely worth 6 goat pics.  as for his encounters with people who think he looks like Jesus, how about just telling them (with a completely straight face of course) that actually, yes, you are Jesus - didn't they know you were back?  i'd love to see how they react to that :)

 

For all you die-hard metaphor-lovers out there, i have some bad news: no metaphor today.  In fact that whole metaphor gimmick was more of a foot-in-the-door technique to get me writing; now that i'm in the groove, i don't want to feel confined to just metaphors when there's so much more (random and idiosyncratic) things i could be sharing (for example, see the recipe below).  Anyway, i will still toss out a metaphor here and there to honor my roots and (hopefully) keep my audience somewhat satisfied.  For now, though, this monday's contribution is.....

 

Melon's Magnificent Leftover Breakfast Tacos!

 

Disclaimer: Attempt at your own risk.  If it turns out great, you can thank me; if it's gross, blame yourself for your poor cooking skillz ;)

 

This delicious recipe is a hybrid of sorts, inspired by (a) an old roommate describing his famous ?whatcha got? stew which was a soup that basically consisted of whatever he happened to have in his kitchen (needless to say, it was pretty hit & miss in terms of palatability) and (b) my current roommate making adding leftover mexican rice to her scrambled eggs, which i sampled and found quite tasty.

 

Ingredients*:       2 eggs

    Leftover mexican rice and/or refried beans

    Shredded cheese

    Several tortillas (flour or corn)

 

Directions: In a frying pan, scramble the eggs til they're barely cooked.  Add a heaping spoonfull of the rice and/or beans, and stir everything together on medium heat (sizzling is good, burning - not so much).  Then, mix in the cheese til it's all melty.  Remove pan from heat.  Warm up the tortillas (either in another pan or in a (toaster) oven) and then fill them with the stuff you just cooked together.  Eat.  Savor.  Share with friends ? or just growl menacingly at them if they get too close.

 

*For a deluxe version, add some salsa, sour cream, and avocado at the end ? YUM! 

 

Thursday, October 20th, 2005
 
Scott's Thusty
 
Hello every one!!!
Worst Job interview yesterday!  It was going so bad in the first 5 minutes, that I stopped the interview and said mentally "fuck this shit," and began to give my view of the craptacular interview process taking place.  I talked very passionately (for 25 minutes) about my "best and worst quality," my damn honesty.  To tell you the truth, I could have jumped though the bull shit and pulled off a perfect interview... but its not the point... if I can't be my self then there is no reason to try and get the job... as in like with my job interview Tuesday when really well.  I was honest then too, but it was a fucking great interview!!! 
Well back to the thing I am good at...
 
 
Friday, October 21st, 2005
 
Funky Fridays
 
NBA Pwe-view!
 
Hello everyone from a dark and stormy Cambridge City.  This week I shall present my long-awaited-by-Nando and just plain long Official NBA Season Preview.  I was originally going to put some non-NBA fare at the beginning for the non-basketball fans in the bbx.com audience, but it turns out that this preview is already way too ambitious for me to do properly and I'm tragically lazy to boot, so it's not going to happen.  You are all invited to tune in next week, when I'll probably be writing about how I'm almost addicted to television or some other entertaining topic.
 
Also, before I begin my highly ambitious preview, I feel I there is an issue I must cover in my role as Chief Fashion Correspondent of bossboyx.com:  The new NBA Dress Code.  I don't particularly care to debate whether or not there should be a dress code, because I feel that there has already been way too much discussion of this ridiculous issue already.  My personal favorite piece of idiocy came in my source for way too much idiocy, the USA Today.  The token female sports columnist decided it would be appropriately stereotypical of her to write about clothes and tackled the weighty issue of the new dress code.  I found the column difficult to follow, but the thesis seemed to be "Why can't Allen Iverson dress like a middle class white guy?"  She supported her thesis by quoting another player that said something about dressing like a businessman because the NBA is a business, and adding her own "See, that guy understands.  Why doesn't Iverson?"  It was quite the sophisticated piece of journalism, and thanks to the strength of arguments such as these, we have an NBA dress code thrust upon what will be a horrified public.  And by public, I mostly mean "me".
 
It's not really the dress code itself I object to as much as the sentiment behind it and the horrid standards that it demands.  We'll start with the standards, which employ what may be the second scariest two word phrase in fashion history:  Business Casual.  We are going to be treated to seeing Allen Iverson and Shaquille O'Neal dress like they shop at Abercrombie & Fitch or The Gap, sporting nice looking polo shirts and khakis.  The NBA is being yuppified, in other words.  I believe that making the most entertaining and amusing NBA stars dress like accountants and insurance agents will not exactly help the league and its ratings problems because the professional basketball, more than any other sport, sells the personalities of its players.  Reggie Miller's taunting of Spike Lee during any number of Knicks series was not professional, but it was entertaining, and people watched because it made Reggie a hero to some and a villain to others.  Allowing players to express their personality will help ratings; forcing them to be boring will not.
 
However, I'm not just here to criticize.  Nay, I have ideas to help Dave Stern if he is set in his crusade to remove the NBA of all of its street cred.  Up the stakes and require suits.  Let the players keep their chains and medallions if they want.  NBA players, as the draft proves year after year, know how to clean up nice.  The draft brings us interesting suits and accessories that say a lot about the players personality and style.  Cameras can pan down the sidelines during time outs and review the players suits instead of focusing on Kid Rock or Jack Nicholson.  Tell me that isn't an improvement.  Furthermore, high school girls can swoon over them and wonder what it'd be like to have Jermaine O'Neal take them to the prom.  Maybe it won't be a ratings bonanza, but it has to be more appealing than AI in J. Crew.  And if the players need convincing to accept the coat and tie standard, offer three words of advice:  Mens' Wearhouse endorsements.
 
Of course, all of this dress code absurdity is just a single plank in the Stern platform.  The master plan is to attract more viewers and fans from the crucial SUV demographic:  soccer moms and rednecks.  Based on conversations I have with people here in Rural USA, a lot of the rednecks around here seem to be under the impression that the NBA consists of 450 Allen Iversons circa 1999:  arrogant, argumentative ball hogs and thugs who care more about their stats and showboating than playing basketball for their team, and they have corn rows, tattoos, and bling on top of it all.  And some of them didn't even go to college, of all things!  I'm going to go out on a limb and posit that the problem here isn't on the NBA's end:  if they think there's something wrong with baggy pants, corn rows, or bling, they are the ones that need to get over it.  I find Oprah to be extremely annoying, but I understand that some people relate with her, and I do not feel that there is a need to write the FCC calling for a ban on her show simply because I don't like it.  If we don't particularly care for the aesthetics of another culture, let's just simply either give a "more power to you" or shrug our shoulders and do some ignoring.  Stern, however, seems particularly desperate to turn the NBA into NASCAR for these people, and so we get a country band as the All-Star Game halftime act, a nonsensical rule that implies that playing basketball requires some college education (and if that is the case, shouldn't there be a basketball major at large state universities now?), and a yuppie dress code to help all the players conform to the easily offended sensibilities of the whitest of the whites.  Bad ideas, all.  So please, if we're going with a dress code, go with the slick suits only.
 
Wow, who knew fashion reporting could be so inflammatory?  I'm already pushing 1000 words, and I'm unapologetic.  In fact, I'm not even ready to get on with the previews yet, because first we need to take some time to honor a man I believe should be the hands down consensus for Bossboyx.com Official Favorite Player.  He's a man who is sadly being cut down in his prime due to a bad heart condition, but he assures us that he'll fight on and try his best to attempt a comeback either this season or next.  I refer, of course, to Fred "The Mayor" Hoiberg.  Let's take a moment and reflect on his contributions to the league.
 
 
 
 
Live strong, Mr. Hoiberg.
 
And now, I think we can get on with my preseason team capsules.  As a disclaimer, I'd like to state that I actually know very little about the mechanics or dynamics of the game of basketball.  I am also not privy to any inside information.  This is all purely guesswork and a simple excuse to make fun of players and teams I don't like.
 
First, the Atlantic Conference:
 
1.  New Jersey Nets --  When we last saw the Nets, their weak frontcourt as getting dominated by the Heat in a humiliating 4-0 first round beating.  As such, they set out to improve their frontcourt by drafting... another athletic guard.  But don't worry, they also tried to upgrade their forwards through the free agency, where they decided not to pick up former All-Star Shareef Abdur-Rahim because he might get hurt, and instead elected to spend almost as much money on the Sixers' Marc Jackson.  Incidentally, we last saw him getting dominated by the Detroit frontcourt in a humiliating 4-1 first round beating.  Ah, progress.  However, try as they might, this year the Nets will fail in their attempts to out-suck the rest of this disgraceful division.
 
Good points:  Nenad Krstic.  Seriously, read that guy's name, and tell me you don't want to cheer for him.  They are also fielding a guy named Zoran, which I think is pretty righteous.  Also, Richard Jefferson is apparently alive and well once more.  Good for him.
 
Bad points:  Vince Carter seems to enjoy sucking as a change of pace once in a while, and has a habit of pretending to be injured when he doesn't want to play.  Even worse, though, is Jeff McInnis, a guy Cleveland was glad to be rid of due to his annoying me-first attitude.  But I get ahead of myself.  I also find it strange that they turned away Abdur-Rahim when their other three stars have unfortunate injury histories of their own.  Will one more injury risk make that much of a difference?  Finally, there's the issue of Jason Kidd's rap career.  If you haven't heard "What the Kidd Did" then you really need to find yourself a copy.
 
2.  Philadelphia 76ers -- Allen Iverson really doesn't get enough credit for the devotion he has shown to this team, which seems to be happy to ride his coattails to the playoffs every year without doing much to help out on their own.  This year, however, Iverson will face his greatest opponent every game of the season, that bastion of losing that is Chris Webber.  I'm predicting that Iverson will win 41 of their games, and Webber will lose the other 41.
 
Good points:  Allen Iverson, and, um, Andre Iguodala, I guess?  Sure.
 
Bad points:  Webber and the rest of the dorks on the roster I don't know.  Also, while I'm going to try to keep FantBask out of the season previews, everyone do yourself a favor and stay away from Kyle Korver.  2 treys every night is not worth absolutely no contribution in every other area.
 
3.  Boston Celtics -- Paul Pierce's nickname is "The Truth".  Exactly how does one get a nickname like "The Truth"?  I can understand "The Answer", as The Answer is the answer to every situation the team could possibly be in, and usually by default due to his inept teammates, but what does "The Truth" mean?  I'm only barely cognizant of how I got the nickname "The Funk".  Anyways, the Celtics could be good due to all the young talent, but they probably won't be due to all the inexperience and dubious coaching.  They'll challenge Philly for the last playoff spot, and probably lose.
 
Good points:  TONE ALLEN! and a lot of other young guys I know virtually nothing about.  They should have some energy, at least.  By the way, The Tone has been charged with aggravated battery due to his involvement in a shooting in some restaurant today.  That's good news.  Also, they picked up Jeff's main man Danny D in the offseason.  Delonte West, watch your back.
 
Bad points:  Paul Pierce is really really good, as in almost a triple-double average good, but the Celtics seem to be phasing him out in favor of some high school kid they just drafted named Gerald.  Personally, I'd prefer to have The Truth over Gerald any day of the week.  Sound strategy, Celtics.
 
4.  New York Knics -- Ok, really, what can be said that hasn't already been said about this inept franchise?  The Collective Bargaining Agreement has a bizarre amnesty clause written in that seems to be so perfect for the Knicks that it is nicknamed "The Allan Houston Rule," and the Knicks use it to waive someone who is not paid much and not named Allan Houston.  Allan Houston then retires due to injuries, so his salary and its penalties remain on the books anyways.  Also, Larry Brown called Houston the Knicks best player earlier this summer.  They also traded away their best inside defender for another swingman with a bad back who depends on getting a jillion shots a game to complement Penny Hardaway, Stephon Marbury, and Jamal Crawford, apparently.  The Knicks, in short, are going to suck.  At least they got rid of Tim Thomas.
 
Good points:  They have a rookie named Nate Robinson, I guess.  And they signed Eddy Curry without violating any of his constitutional rights.  Bully for them.
 
Bad points:  The inevitable power struggle and collapse of the franchise will at least be entertaining to watch.
 
5.  Toronto Raptors --- This team is below the Knicks, which says all you need to know about how bad they are.  Really bad.  In fact, I'm going to go out on a limb and predict the next five seasons or so for the Toronto Raptors.  First, the fans give up and stop showing up to games.  The franchise goes bankrupt and the NBA has to take over operations.  In hopes of drumming up support overseas, the league has the Raptors play half of their home games in San Juan, Puerto Rico while the others remain in Canada.  Eventually, the league finds a permanent home for the team in St. Louis and renames them the St. Louis Pioneers, who suddenly become successful, prompting Republicans in the House of Representatives to pass a law that prohibits George Soros from buying them.
 
Good points:  Chris Bosh is still on the roster.  I'm kind of hoping Charlie Villanueva turns out to be good too, since he's been universally derided since the moment he was drafted about 10 spots earlier than anyone else was thinking about him.  Also, I like Sam Mitchell.  I have no idea if he's a good coach or not, but he reportedly offered to fight a few of his players last year, and he is an ex-Pacer who was known for sound defense and a good locker room influence.  Ex-Pacer plus Desire to Beat Up Rafer Alston equals Winner in my book.
 
Bad points:  Bad logo, bad players, bad basketball city.  And Jalen Rose still plays.  I say this not because I hate Jalen Rose, but rather because I, for one, can't wait for him to retire and become a broadcaster based solely on his crazy postgame quotes.  And seriously, what's a basketball team doing in Canada?
 
Now that that quagmire of mediocrity has been cleared, let's move on to the slightly less depressing Southeast Division:
 
1.  Miami Heat --- Put me down as one of the people who think the Heat screwed themselves with their trades over the summer.  I should add, however, that if the trade had involved the Pacers giving up Austin Croshere and Anthony Johnson for Walker, Williams, and Posey, I probably would be psyched about it, which means it should be interesting and not a complete disaster.  However, the window of opportunity slammed shut the day the ink dried on Gary Payton's new contract.  They'll go far, but fall short again, and I'll be blaming the Tool.
 
Good:  Shaq and Wade are still going to be awesome.
 
Bad:  Antoine Walker and Jason Williams have taken vows to never pass the ball when an ill-advised three-point attempt is available.  People make the argument that they'll get in line due to Shaq's leadership, but Shaq isn't MJ and Stan Van Gundy definitely isn't Phil Jackson.  I'll believe it when I see it.
 
2.  Orlando Magic --- I must admit that I really don't care a whit about the Orlando Magic.  They're not good enough to be on the radar, and they're not bad enough to be the butt of any jokes.  They're really just a decent franchise that has had a horrible run of bad luck.  Shaq bailed on them to go to the Lakers, a microfracture transformed budding superstar Penny Hardaway into an inconsistent role player, Grant Hill has been out of commission with injuries since they signed him, and now they drafted a dude named Fran who decided, gosh, he just doesn't want to play in the NBA after all.  Since it's not polite to kick people when they're down, I just look the other way.
 
Good:  Dwight Howard remains beastly.  Jameer Nelson shows promise.  Grant Hill might be healthy again.
 
Bad:  Steven frickin' Francis.  Was there a reason the Magic wanted this guy over T-Mac?
 
3.  Washington Weezards --- Nando's Mom's favorite team has a few things going for them.  First, Gilbert Arenas likes to shoot lots of shots.  This is good since he'll have no one to pass to.  Second, Etan Thomas is really smart and a sharp critic of the Bush Administration.  Third, I've heard good things about some dude named Haywood, but I can't profess to knowing anything specific about him.
 
Good points:  Outside of the Heat, the Southeast is about as bad as the Atlantic, so they should be able to compete.
 
Bad:  Butler/Arenas/Jamison just isn't the most fearsome combination in the league.  They also didn't re-sign Juan Dixon.
 
4.  Charlotte Bobcats --- The Bobcats feature primarily players who won an NCAA championship at some point in their careers.  They'll be a lot better than last year, but still won't be too good.  Also, I feel I should add that I like the Bobcats building strategy of drafting NCAA champions much more than I like the Celtics strategy of dressing high school players in green uniforms and calling them the Celtics.  In other news, Gerald Wallace recently stated that the NBA should provide players with suit stipends if they're going to enforce this dress code.
 
Good points:  Did you know that Emeka Okafor was rookie of the year?  Emeka Okafor, of the Charlotte Bobcats?  That's right, the Moon!  Emeka Okafor, 2004-5 Rookie of the Year, plays for the Charlotte Bobcats, just like he did when he won rookie of the year!
 
Bad points:  Those UNC bastards aren't going to let 2004-5 Rookie of the Year Emeka Okafor have any touches this year.
 
5.  Atlanta Hawks ---  So the Suns go into the playoffs with the best record in the league, when suddenly Joe Johnson, their fourth option on offense, goes down with an injury, and they lose to the Spurs.  This can only mean that JOE JOHNSON IS THE BEST FRICKIN' PLAYER EVER and totally deserves a max contract from the Atlanta Hawks, even though they already had drafted Marvin Williams, Al Harrington, Josh Childress, and Josh Smith, who are all about the same size and play the same position and happen to be the four best players on the roster.  "Wait a second guys," says one of the owners, "I'm not so sure it's worth trading away a decade's worth of draft picks for a relatively unproven player."  "Oh yeah?" says the other.  "In that case, I'm not so sure you need to be working here anymore."  In other news, I wish I were about four inches taller, because then I'd be a 6'8" small forward and the Hawks would give me a contract.
 
Good points:  You know, let's just skip this part.
 
Bad points:  They parted ways with Drobnjak?
 
 
On to the Central Division, home of some teams with actual talent.  I'm going to claim right now that every Central Division team is playoff bound.
 
1.  Indiana Pacers --- Chief Fashion Correspondent Funk here, reportedly officially and chiefly that the new uniforms suck, big time.  They look like cheap Atlanta Hawks knock-offs.  Why get new uniforms the year after your uniforms are voted best in the league?  Because we don't want to remind fans of Reggie Miller, and instead want to remind them of the Atlanta Hawks.  Bah.  I'm a little concerned about my Pacers this year because not only do our uniforms suck, clearly hurting us in the intangibles department, but we also have had two players accuse the league of racism within a year.  Combined with Ron Artest, we're David Stern's least favorite team ever, and I wouldn't put it past that shady bastard to fix the games against us.  In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he put on a disguise and started throwing beers at Ron Artest during the season to bait him into attacking the fans again so he could be banned for life.  On the court, the Pacers are two teams, really.  There's the sensible team of O'Neal, Croshere, Foster, Granger, and Jasikevicius (I'm assuming), and the completely frickin' nuts team consisting of David Harrison, Ron Artest, Stephen Jackson, Jamaal Tinsley, and Anthony Johnson.  I'm thinking neither team can win without the other, but can these two polar opposite teams be combined?  A question worth watching.
 
Good points:  Deeper than anyone else besides the Spurs, and well-coached.  Jermaine O'Neal knocked out a Pistons fan in one punch, which is still my favorite play of 2004-5.
 
Bad points:  Hated by most everyone outside of Indiana, especially those bureaucrats in the League Office.
 
2.  Chicago Bulls --- People seem to be saying that Chicago overachieved last year and is headed for a fall.  I scoff at such a suggestion.  The Bulls are well-coached and have efficient players with a winning mind-set.  They also have Tim Thomas, but they can just stick his useless self on the bench.  On the downside, they did attempt to violate Eddy Curry's constitutional rights by forcing him to take a DNA test.  That would have been a most unfortunate precedent.
 
Good points:  Good team play through good coaching.  No major losers giving games away.
 
Bad points:  Andres Nocioni is a dirty player.  Or so I'm told.
 
3.  Detroit Pistons --- God I hate the Pistons.  I hate Ben Wallace.  I hate Rasheed Wallace.  I hate Gerald Wallace just for good measure, that suit stipend stealing sneak.  Chauncey Billups annoys me.  I also refuse to find satisfaction in the feel-good story of Antonio Mc'Nice'.
 
Good points:  Ben Wallace is never going to fight Ron Artest for ten million dollars, which means that the spineless "bad boy" is never going to meet his untimely end at the hands of the vastly superior, meaner, and tougher Ron Artest.  This is good for the Pistons, because he can then continue to take cheap shots against other players and try to start fights with Scot Pollard when the Pistons get blown out by the Pacers on their home floor.  Yes, Scot Pollard, that tall lanky weirdo.  When you're getting schooled by Scot Pollard regularly enough that you feel the need to lash out in frustration, you know you're a big loser.  And you are, Ben Wallace.
 
Also, I like Phil Saunders and Richard Hamilton, because they remind me of the Minnesota Timberwolves and a less talented Reggie Miller that can't hit threes, respectively.  Flip and Rip, I call them.
 
Bad points:  Darko Milicic is going to flip out and murder Rasheed Wallace, and then go on the lam, picking off the Pistons one by one like in a slasher flick.  I'd pay to see it.
 
4.  Milwaukee Bucks --- I just let out a season's worth of frustration at the Pistons, and you expect me to talk about Andrew Bogut and co.?  Forget it.  The Bucks have no nationally televised games this year, and I don't think I've ever seen them play.  Ever.  I'm thinking they might be a figment of our imagination.  That's why Michael Redd didn't sign anywhere else.  He's not a real person.
 
Good points:  They'll be better than last year.
 
Bad points:  They're keeping me from making fun of Cleveland...
 
5.  Cleveland Cavaliers --- I love the Cleveland Cavaliers like a brother; more specifically, I love the Cleveland Cavaliers like a younger brother I always half-cheer for but enjoy beating repeatedly.  Now I hear talk that for the first time in their existence, they might have a chance at the title.  Don't get sucked in.  They're still Cleveland (see also Warriors, Golden State).  Let's detail this team's faults last year.  First, a chronically injured center who can't finish a season.  Still got him.  Second, major chemistry problems and coaching inexperience.  With a completely new team with a new coach, there will probably still be issues there.  Third, inconsistent power forward play.  The answer:  Streaky shooting Donyell Marshall.  Check.  Fourth, no shooting guard whatsoever.  Here's where the improvement lies...
 
Good points:  Larry Hughes.  An awesome defender, and a good outside shooter, two of the teams drawbacks last year.  Larry Hughes will finally give El Bron enough help to get to the playoffs.  Oh, and the Wine and Gold uniforms look sweet too.  My vote for league's best.  Back to last year's problems...
 
Fifth, a me-first point guard who has never gotten along with his teammates.  Well, the Cavaliers fixed that problem by letting McInnis help ruin New Jersey's season.  Who do the valiant knights get to replace him?
 
Bad points:  Damon Jones.  Has had chemistry problems on every team he's ever been on.  Put in the worst game seven in recent memory.  Plays well when it doesn't matter and sucks royally when it does.  Refuses to pass.  Under any circumstances.
 
So, the Cavaliers, a team with a long, rich history of arrogant ego-centric role players (Darius Miles, Ricky Davis, McInnis) and choking down the stretch, picked up a guy whose career has been defined by egocentrism and choking.  Worst.  Move.  Ever.  Pro-tip for my li'l bros in Cleveland:  offer Drew Gooden and Luke Jackson to Indiana for Anthony Johnson and Jonathon Bender.  We won't take it, but at least it'll look like you're trying to get a decent point guard.  They still might be better than Milwaukee, but I'm going to put them last because I'm a bastard sometimes.  At least they still have The Optimist.
 
And I'm done for now.  This beast is already over 4000 words, but I'm unapologetic, because I like listening to myself type.  How do you feel reading the words of a narcissist?  I'm going to guess annoyed, but I'm going to also wager two goat pics that Melanie didn't make it this far into the preview to know that I caught her reference.  I'll do the Western Conference later this weekend, I imagine.  I also have to write a real report on some business for class, but that's child's play, really.
 
Friday, October 21st, 2005

Howdy everyone,

I bet you're all wondering what the heck happened to Becker's posting this week. Truth is, I wonder the same thing. And because Melanie came through on her end of the deal, I would hate to see her not get a single Goat Pic. Thus, I am going to include here the only Goat Pic that Becker ever sent me...

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Goat-Link-Angora-Baby.jpg

isn't it wretchedly adorable? [Becker has just told me that he has just sent in his goat pics, but im too tired to wait for them any longer. Ill post them up later]

Well, on to more news:

Happy Fourth Birthday to BossboyX.com - I apologize to any of you who were trying to view BBX and were met with a 'renew' page. I just finished resigning the domain name for another one-year contract. Wow, it's already been four years since bossboyX.com was registered on the web. I'm not really sure how to celebrate, but I would welcome any suggestions on what to do for the fifth year anniversary.

One idea is to relaunch the BBXIQ - the fourth edition. However, I'm not really sure how many people would take it. I hate not having peers living around me like I did at the 'Bash.  If I get a good five people to play, I might do it. If not, we'll have to wait another year... maybe people will be cooler at wherever I end up for my PhD.

My whole body has been aching for the last week, possibly because I'm being run ragged. I had no choice but to take off my prac site for the day. It's not like I do anything there anyway. Just work on spanish stuff. Man, I as much as I would love to fill you all in on all the events that transpired this week, my head is killing me. And that's after taking a 75 minute power nap. Im going to sleep and wake up later this afternoon and take off for Milwaukee. I'm just really sick of being here - I think it's having a negative impact on my health. The only cure for my feelings of tiredness is to get away. I'm gonna see Erinn for the first time in like ... 8 months? 10 months? something like that. And I'm taking Melanie.

As most of you know, I have this thing against overlapping my 'friendship spheres.' I didn't even feel comfortable with Funk talking to Becker until a good year after I met him (Funk). I usually stick very closely to this, but I guess I'm kinda curious myself to see what happens when the only two girls I have ever been friends with have the opportunity to meet. Besides, what's more fun than taking two girls to catch a pre-season Bucks game against the Minnesota Timberwolves from way up in the nose bleeds?

So, while Funk may have brought you a hillariously in -depth preview at the 2005-06 NBA season, I'm the one who's actually going to be in the trenches, presenting you with my first hand look at what's actually going on. Is Bogut as wild as everyone says he is? How is KG's knee doing? Is Wally still AA-Team material? Does Michael Redd actually exist? The answers to these and other important quesions will be addressed come the next update.

Monday, October 24th 2005

Melon Mondays - a little bit later, but still just as good

I'm still working out in my mind how to articulate what I was meaning to write for today, so I'm gonna have to beg for an extension.  I won't leave ya empty-handed though :)  Since Nando informed me that his aversion to overlapping of friendship spheres does not apply as rigidly to his virtual community (of which he seems to be absolute ? albeit benevolent ? monarch) I'll feel free to address each contributor personally this Monday:

 

Kudos to Scott for his kick-ass interviewing technique; I firmly believe that if you can't even be yourself in an interview, what does that say about actually working there?  Kudos to Nando for passing on that link; I now have a new wretchedly adorable goat pic adorning my computer desktop.  As for Becker, all I can say is the suspense is killing me!  And Funk?  Kudos to you for catching my reference (See below)

 

... I'm going to also wager two goat pics that Melanie didn't make it this far into the preview to know that I caught her reference ...

 

Oh really?  Well, normally that would be a pretty safe bet, but since I was pulled from the Milwaukee field trip (due to illness) I had some extra time on my hands and actually did read* Funk's preview.  I figured I might as well educate myself a bit on this subject which all you BBXers deem so significant.  I especially appreciated an update (however halfhearted) on the Orlando Magic (my favorite team along with the Utah Jazz, purely because the names are cool ? i know, i know - how girly can i be?).  As for everything else, I'll be studying like mad so I can work some references into my conversations with Nando in some ridiculous attempt to impress him.  So, yeah...  i'll take those two goat pics any time ;)

 

*okay, fine!  I'll be honest: by ?read? i mean ?skim?... but still, isn't that worth at least one goat pic?

 

Monday, October 24th, 2005

We interrupt your normally broadcast program for...

It sucks having such a stupid schedule! I seriously think I'm losing my mind. And when I take some time for myself and just go to Milwaukee, I'm quickly reminded that that's not aloud due to the huge pile of work that I have to get back to. I don't mean to muscle in on Melanie's day, but i realy don't know if I'll have a chance to write  anything more for the rest of the week. It's so annoying to have so much going on in your life and never have a single moment to even process any of it! That's what I've been feeling like lately. I'm everywhere and yet I never take the time to process any of it because there's no time to be had. And this is particularly annoying because normally I would just type stuff out but now I can't because my mind is never at peace so my writing comes out less than eloquent... is that even spelled correctly? Is that even the word I want to use? I don't know and I don't have time to look it up because right now I should be sleeping. You wanna know what I did today for four hours? I fixed my computer- yeah, on top of all the crap that's going on, now I have to worry about my files because I had to reformat my damned thing. Luckily I was able to backup my websites before the memory wipe, but after it was over and done, I realized I hadn't saved my AIM convos, so they're all gone essentially. I guess man wasn't supposed to remember every hillarious thing that becker an funk have said at one point or another... damn... four years just gone like that.

Oh yeah I was talking about what I did today. I had to finish up a stupid midterm for a class that I see no point in being in because I am 89 percent sure that I won't be coming back to teach spanish in the spring since they have enough TA's to cover them in he Spanish department... it's so cruel to have to try at something that everyone knows is a waste of your time.  Now I really have to make a decision.. bedtime or write some more.. I feel like I am getting started on something through these damned phrases that look like they've been put together by a four year old with an attention span of a diseased gnat. Bah! Not even a cogent analogy within me anymore. Fuck it. All right, so last week, I was heading up to go to class - this was after my presenttion on tuesday and I was late because I had supervision that day, so as I head out of the education building I see one of my classmates, who is a first year master's student in the dept rushing up the hill. She looks so stressed and so anxious.

"Howdy, Grace" I addressed her. She jumped at the sound of my voice which probably broke her concntration, as she was getting ready for her presentation that day.
"Oh, hi" she said to me and kept on taking huge steps up the hill. THen she looked backed down at the paper that she had been reading. I walked alongside her.
"Ready to go?" I asked her, referring to the presentation.
"Yeah, I was supposed to go on Tuesday before you but that night before I had a paper to write and I have been reading so much and I just had to beg the coordinator [who you will remember is also th instructor of that horrible class] for an extra day, and she said it would be all right."
"Now I just have to remember everything."
It seemed so sad to me that someone would place so much importance on a presentation that didn't even matter. Essentially you get up there and do a ten minute presenation of a lesson you would normally give. I guess if you're actually in the department, it makes a bigger difference, but still.it's just a stupid presentation. I thought I would take a moment to calm her down, instilling her with my agenda... er wisdom.

"You gotta just give 80%" i started out saying. I would have gone on to tell her that it was okay to keep that 20% to yourelf. That it wasn't being selfish or greedy or a bad student. Just means you can take care of yourself.

However, before I could utter any of that, I heard someone behind us address us. It was yet another girl from our class who was late. She and Grace began talking about her presentation which was about comparisons "mas que" "tanto como".
"Oh, I just don't know what to do," Grace said, "I didn't have time to make transperancies, and I'm just so tired and blah blah blah." She was asking us about the population of Spain. It was for her presentation... how were we to know? So, after putting up with her whining and anxiety all the way up and then down the hill, the other girl said something which was really awesome.

She said to Grace, "you'll do fine. you have to just take it easier...like Fernando - just calm and having fun in his lectures. It was really good"

My ears perked and I couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," I told her.

"Sure," she replied. "So, I want to know, are you always like that... like in your class?"

"Oh yeah," I said. Truth be told, I thought I was actually a bit more rigid during my presentation than when I actually teach.

During my presentation on Tuesday, regarding "nada, algo, alguien, nadie, etc" I started class by asking if anyone ate anything before coming to class. As expected some said they did, others said they didn't. The point was to use all those indefinite and negative words in ways that the students would understand. I needed an example of "nadie" so I asked if anyone liked to eat "arvejas y pescado antes de clase" since the vocab for that chapter dealt with food and I wanted to "stay in context" or whatever the hell the instructor said I should do. Anyway, so then to my right, natalie asks, "what are arvejas" to the instructor who is sitting next to her.
"Peas" the instructor tells her.
"Oh, I usually say [i forget]"
"No, but..."

Before I know it a little side conversation has broken out while I'm trying to teach. I let this go on for about five more seconds and then I have enough of it. I snap my fingers in the direction of Natalie and the instructor and yell out, "Clase, atencion!" It felt incredibly satisfying to put my instructor in her place. After that, she couldn't stop saying how mean I was to my students, which in a very scary way , I think she admires.

But the point of that is to illustrate that that normally wouldn't happen. Still, the fact that everyone percieved me as being laid back is something I guess I can be thankful for. I'm not sure if that necessarily says anything about how effective I am at the damned job, but at least I don't inspire worry and fear and discomfort in my students.

So what's the point of the whole story? I guess it serves to bring me back from the depths of insanity. It's just that when you have worries about

IRB (for my thesis)
Arranging to learn how to use a stupid camera
Students who want you to act as their advocate when they get into a bind
Professors who assign too much work
Recommenders who wait until the last possible minute to send in their letters to PHD progs
Trying to find another recommender before the deadline in a month
Figuring out what some schools want from you as a Project 1000 applicant
Startng an independent Reading
Presenting in class (which I did today and at least am DONE with Family Therapy class since I chose to do all the early assingments)
A Retarded Midterm (yeah , I said it)
Correcting Essays for your class
Planning out the class for tomorrow
and reloading everything onto your harddrive that has been wiped clean

you tend to lose focus. And I really do mean this without any hyperbole. All of this was just today. Bah! i'm annoyed just thinking about it. Good lord, it's already midnight! And Funk is being too hilarious to ignore.

I'm going to bed now, not even having been able to talk about how Saturday was. That's just so damned sad. So gosh darn fricking sad I really want to smash my GD keyboard over my coordinator's head for good luck! Sigh...

 

Wednesday, October 26th, 2005

A Double Dose of Dry Humpin' it with Becker

Hey all, what's up?

I really have nothing to add this weak.  I should start looking for sources of inspiration earlier in the week and jotting them down, because when deadline time comes I'm always drawing a blank.

White Sox just won the World Series.  I'm a Cubs fan, but I'm happy for them.  All four games were exciting, but I just couldn't muster up the emotion for them that I could for the Cubs (or the Bulls or Bears).  Really good series though.

Chua finally got around to getting my birthday present (from over a month ago).  Not that I was impatiently awaiting it...I didn't really expect anything.  But he got me a Lord of the Rings "Sting Sword."  The one that Frodo had, that glows blue when orcs are near.  Now all I need are 2 lithium batteries and I'll never be ambushed by orcs again!

The night that he gave it to me, we saw Serenity.  Excellent sci-fi movie.  I never watched the TV show it was based on, Firefly, but I was a big fan of its creator Joss Whedon.  Astute readers know him as the creator of Buffy and Angel.  It borrowed many standard sci-fi conventions, (space facilities with dark, bottomless shafts that the protagonist must navigate across), but it made many original concepts in its own right.  The dialogue was cheeky but realistic, and the action sequences were exciting despite the film's low budget.  I really liked the villain played by Chiwetel Ejiofor (pronounced Chew-it-tell Edge-oh-for).  Look for big things from him in the near future.


Song Download of the Week:

Kanye West - Jesus Walks

And from a week ago (becker sent it to my Gmail account, which I never check):

Stop.  Break it down.  Goat time.

http://www.assisi.dnet.co.uk/images/Photos/Goat%20LaLa%20.JPG
http://sunsite.tus.ac.jp/multimed/pics/animals/mountain-goat.jpg
http://www.folkmanis.com/imagefilesA/Goat.jpg
http://photos.soboring.org/images/zoo/girl%20and%20goat.jpg
http://www.fumcn.org/photomod/feed%20the%20goat.JPG
(THis one is removed per Melanie's request)
http://mikeandmaylene.com/images/The%20pet%20goat-3rd.jpg
http://www.clarkvision.com/galleries/images.mt-evans.goats/web/c071302.05.36-600.baby.goat.jpg
http://www.slrobertson.com/images/new-zealand/south-island/abel-tasman/kairuru/bounding-baby-goat.jpg

and possibly the cutest goat of all...

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Goat-Link-Angora-Baby.jpg



I've been getting into a new pastime recently, called Sudoku.  http://www.sudoku.com/  It's that thing they put next to the crossword puzzle nowadays instead of the Jumble.  It involves filling in the empty grid with numbers so that each row, column, and 3x3 square contains the numbers 0-9.  It's not really a math puzzle, more of a logic problem.  I still don't like it as much as crossword puzzles as it's kind of bland...there's no flavor or puns that the author can put into it.  But it's effective at stimulating the mind during my lunch breaks at school.


Song Download of the week:

Gustav Holst - Mars

 

Thursday, October 28th, 2005
 
Scott's Thirsty! In the desert...
 
Hey Nando!!!
This is Scott... no not drunk just happy.  I have obtained a 2nd interview Schlumberger.  If every thing goes well, a year from now I will be up to my elbows in swamp water,
some where in a desert, freezing my balls of in the Arctic, sleeping in an oil rig, and... who knows... I sure don't :).

:P just me messing around with a picture!  Just being a little random tonight... any how bed time


Sunday, October 30th, 2005

Fall back, Sarge!

So, here I am, wondering what it is that I should do with my little hour of extra time, since as we all know, today we engage in the sacred ritual of 'turning back time', which started all the way back when FDR was looking for a way to win reelection. It was quite the popular idea, gaining an hour, except for those bloody Hoosiers who held out for the next fifty years. Actually, I think Funk would know more about the history of the end (and consequently, the beginning of daylight savings since he seems to be pretty knowledgeable on all things he dislikes... and if something aint truly 'Hoosier', he aint gonna like it. You can quote me on that.

Good that took up a good ten minutes (i erased some of it). Hmm... what next? Ah, I know. I will talk about the great tradition up here in Madison that occurs every Halloween weekend. People getting buzzed off their asses and "finding food" in local shops as YahooNews/the AP would put it, since the vast majority of Undergraduate idiots just happen to be Caucasoid up here. Actually,  have no idea how this year's festivities went, particularly because I woke up really late and spent all day watching Football. GreenBay lost again. Oh bother! Hmm, I wonder if the much heralded CHicago Defense was able to beat the Detroit Lions squad... oh man, as theFUNK would say, VICTOLY! It started with the Sox... could the Bears and the Bulls also bring home the bacon? One can dream, I suppose.

I can't help but think a lot of Funk whenever I watch Football, mostly because he's a pretty funny guy and in the past has made many hilarious comments that were kinda lost on me, but I increasingly become more fond of. For instance, Funk has this unrelenting hatred for the New England Patriots and an undying love for the Colts. I used to just smile and nod whenever Funk would go on and on about how unfair it was that the Pats would get all the attention and breaks while the Colts - the far superior team- would get bupkis.

And now that the Colts are the only team in the NFL that are undefeated, I'm starting to think he was on to something. Whenever I watch any of the pregame stuff, I never hear about the Colts. I really have to get my information from Funk on how they're doing because no one takes two minutes to talk about how they have the best record. Instead, I'm treated to a long-winded speech on how I shouldn't be "tricked" (a less than appreciated play on words stemming from the holiday show's "trick or treat" theme) by the New England Patriots. That even though they have lost three games, that they are still THE force to be reckoned with. Hmm... in a game where the playoffs involve NOT losing a single game, I don't think I'd put my money on a squad that has been going down when faced with tougher football players with more frequency and less  incentive than a cheap, $20 hooker. Hey look! Buffalo is up on NE 3 - 0. Oh, but I bet Tom Brady and his figurative metaphors can mount a come back.

All right, I am going to stop talking about football at this point since I've pretty much maxed out everything I know about it. On to basketball, which I think I should cover in great depth since Funk forgot all about his report this week.

Let's break it down, starting with some unanswered questions from over a week ago. Does Michael Redd exist? Yes, but you never notice him or the damage he's doing when he's on the court until it's too late. If Milwaukee loses this man, well, all the Chris Boguts in the world won't be enough to bring this team from the ashes. Truth be told, I was actually kind of disappointed with this squad when I saw them play live. Besides Redd and TJ Ford, who was able to rise from the dead after a two year hiatus or something like that and get a huge amount of points. But yeah, you take those out and who you have? Kukoc? When they announced he was substituting for someone, my mouth mindlessly uttered the words "is he still alive?" to Erinn who was sitting next to me, and I couldn't help but laugh at my own subconscious insenstivity towards the elderly.

Most impressive in the game was probably McCants, who unfortunately did not recieve a cool nickname from Me and Funk when I went down to the double C back in May. Sure, we had heard of the Feltman- Raymond 'FeltDaddy' Felton, Chris "Ball-Paul" Paul, and the other loser, whose name escapes me, but McCants never got any cool name from me. I'll have to think of one and post it up here when I have one worthy enough. He's making a lot of shots for a rookie, which can either be good news (hey, it looks like this draft pick turned out to be a good steal), or bad news (why is the third best scorer on the Timberwolves a rookie?) Nevertheless, it's just the preseason, and as Becker likes to say, "the games don't matter."

Unfortunately, Wally "The Zerbman" Szczerbiak wasn't able to play that day, but I did get to see the greatness of KG once again. Lord, that man has passion for the game. It's too bad he doesn't have more help. I mean, seriously, why is Olawakandi on the team? They keep waiting and waiting for his supposed "break out" year, which, quite frankly, is n't going to happen, barring another brawl at a dance club, leading to a lengthy prison sentence of some kind. And now without Hoiberg, this team is doomed.

Hey, look at that- in all my editting, forty minutes have passed since I opened up my program.

Hmm. Oh yeah, yesterday I met with Kuldhir cuz as it just so happened, he was here for the weekend and I just waxed philosophical as I usually do with him. Man, after talking with him, you really need a good two hours to just sit in front of the television and distract yourself cuz that stuff will really blow your mind.

I got a chance to give him all my letters of rec stuff, since I still needed one more person to fill a set out for me. So, now I TRULY have a huge load lifted off of me. It's all coming together. Now, all I need is to get started on my Independent reading and find inner peace when it comes to that horrible Spanish class, and I'm in the clear. SPeaking of class, as part of that horrible experience, we have to observe each other giving a lesson, and on Friday, one of the students observed me. I knew it was going to be bad since Friday classes are probably my worst in that I have absolutely no time to prepare anything decent for them on account of not getting home until ten o clock the previous night. And yeah, there were a few slip ups here and there, but the worst one was when I put up an activity for them to do practicing the Direct Object Pronouns (lo, la, los, las, me, te, nos) and it wasn't until two minutes later that I realized (way after everyone else in the class) that the transparency I had made had very little to do with Direct Object Pronouns. Luckily, I was able to think on my feet and come up with a bit of a more meaningful exercise (coming up with questions to ask peers that would elicit a response with a DOP), which went off without a hitch... except for students who came up with bad questions and couldn't understand why they didn't work. "Do you swim in the pool?"
"Well, see, you're not actually DOING anything to the pool"
"Yeah, you are, you're SWIMMING in it!"
Sigh.

I got a few more minutes left here. Uhm... I haven't seen a movie in four or five months... I like the West Wing the more that I watch it... oh yeah, the CHI SOX! As a 'habitante del Sur de Chicago' man, spanish sucks, I'm going to come up with my own way of saying 'southsider' - ahem... surdenio... oh man, that was pretty good, actually. Anyway, back to what I was saying, as a surdenio, I was able to enjoy that emotional, yet in many ways anticlimactic victory over the Killer Bee's of Houston. I thought it was kind of odd to have Scott Podsednik (who may definitely give the Zerbman a run for his money in Hotness Factor if I were doing an All Attractive team roser that transerpassed sports) on SNL and have him, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler exchange inside jokes related to Chicago. No one laughed, but I smiled.

Well, that's going to just about do it for the night. Be sure to check out the Melonator's column, as I am sure it will be insightful and witty. Hast Luego

FS

PS - it's 13- 7, Buffalo, now.

 

 

Monday, October 31st, 2005

Melon Mondays

On Being Blind

(in more ways than one)

Lately, I've been thinking about blind people.  And how ordinary and amazing they are.  I mean, think about it: These people don't have sight (one of the senses I assume I rely on most to get around) yet they still navigate the world effectively.  I think if I woke up blind I'd be scared to ever leave my bed.  The world is scary enough to me sometimes; being blind just seems to increase the feeling of not-knowing by 100.  And that's what's so amazing to me, the way people find a way to live and succeed in the very face of all that not-knowing.  I'm guessing that in general most blind people don't spend their entire life trying to see (perhaps depending on the physiological circumstances of their blindness).  That would be silly.  Instead they accept their condition and work with it.  Take crossing the street, for example.  I read a story recently about a guy who's blind who, whenever he gets to an intersection, just calls out ?Help, help? until someone helps him.  He doesn't know if anyone's around or who will help, but obviously he does always get that help eventually cuz he keeps on getting around the city like that.  When I read that, I was embarrassed and disturbed to notice my own reaction: mixed in with awe was some disbelief, like what if someone mean came and pushed him in front of traffic?  (Gives you an idea of how paranoid I can be).  This story kind of challenged my assumption that the world is a dangerous place; in fact it gave me a lot of encouragement as I try to build my own trust in the universe.  I was so inspired by this way of dealing with challenges.  I bet it gets annoying, discouraging, frustrating, tiring, etc. at times, but that's just a normal part of the process.  Applying this to my own life, I'm not literally blind in terms of vision, but on a larger, deeper scale, I am blind in the sense that I don't really know what today has in store for me.  I can't see the future.  I don't know what this whole adventure of life is really all about.  (Sometimes I feel like I don't even know who I am).  Yet how much of my energy do I spend fighting this fact?  All my stressing and worrying and analyzing often seem to be a misguided (though admittedly understandable) attempt to understand, to know, to feel secure.  What if I could accept my own limits and find a way to work with them rather than against them?  What if I could ask for help when I needed it and trust that it would eventually appear?  What if I could be that brave and have that much faith?  I'll give y'all an update when I get there...