I know I've mentioned before that TMQ is the best online football column there is. This week's edition is particularly good. It includes praise for the BCS, a rare position these days. Constant whining about a playoff gets on my nerves. I'd like to see one, but I'm not a fanatic about it. The worst is hearing from writers and yodelers who watch baseball and basketball and the NFL all year long, pay little or no attention to college football, then start calling for a playoff in when bowl season rolls around. My position is that the BCS works: it does what we tell it to every year. It comes up with screwy outcomes sometimes because we give it screwy goals and instructions. It's not the system's fault, but the fault of the people who put it together.
TMQ also talks about fuel efficiency standards (a regular topic), rich people who call for higher taxes, and the Golden Compass movie coming out soon. Great stuff all around.
Slate recently had this article about the complexity of NFL offenses and how it may be hindering offensive productivity.
LSU will be playing in the BCS title game on January 7. I'm very happy. Surprised, but happy. I thought there were too many teams ahead of the in the standings, but I was ignoring the bias that many voters have against teams that didn't win their conference playing for the title. There is no rule against it, but it looks to have affected the voting. As Mark Richt put it, you can get disqualified by a rule that doesn't exist.
LSU started Ryan Perrilloux in the SEC title game due to an injury to Matt Flynn. He played well, much better than I expected. There's never been a question about his talent, just about putting everything together. Some observations:
I would not call him a "scrambling quarterback". I can't recall a play where he dropped back to pass and then ended up running. He moved around to escape pressure, but he would always look to pass first.
He doesn't just rely on his physical ability. His mechanics appear to be sound. I expected to see him try to throw on the move a lot, but he would also try to set his feet when he could.
I think LSU scaled back the playbook some to protect him, but I saw him make several different types of throws: deep ball, flare into the flat, slant, screens, outs. There didn't appear to be a throw he couldn't make, though I didn't see a lot over the middle.
He runs the option well and generally makes good decisions on when to pitch and when to keep. With four different backs with playmaking ability, the option could be a serious weapon next year.
He's good at finding the tight end as a safety net. Some young QBs either want to chuck it downfield or dump it off in the flat, with nothing in between. Perrilloux has done a good job in the two games he started of using the tight end, something I think is pretty important.
The biggest thing I would worry about on the field is that he doesn't seem to be aware of when the rush is closing in. This could lead to turnovers and getting beaten up as the game/season goes on.
Overall I think his skill set is a great fit for Gary Crowton's system, and that he can be more than just a manager in the offense. He can be a playmaker.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
A hump like a snow--hill
I recently finished reading Moby Dick. Maybe you've heard of it. I think it's unique among all the books I've read. It jumps around often from subject to subject. Here's what the ship looks like. Here's what we ate. Here's a story about Nantucket. Here's a description about three crew members you'll never see again. Here's some facts about whaling. More about whaling. More about whaling. More about whaling. Here's stuff about Captain Ahab. Here's what the weather was like. It's like reading a blog. It seems like he didn't have an editor to tell him to cut back on anything.
Other things I noticed:
It's over a hundred pages into the book before they even get on the ship, and my edition showed page 595 before the title character makes an appearance.
Even though it's a hard read, I enjoyed it. It's an educational read if you can pay attention to the factual material. Melville makes many stirring observations about humanity and human nature. Exchanges between characters are often funny and/or fun. Some of the language is great, including in the climactic scene:
Other things I noticed:
It's over a hundred pages into the book before they even get on the ship, and my edition showed page 595 before the title character makes an appearance.
Even though it's a hard read, I enjoyed it. It's an educational read if you can pay attention to the factual material. Melville makes many stirring observations about humanity and human nature. Exchanges between characters are often funny and/or fun. Some of the language is great, including in the climactic scene:
"Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but onconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
If you've got the patience for it, it'll be a good experience.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Menses vs. Womenses
The day before the U.S. Women's National Soccer Team was set to play in the Women's World Cup semifinal against Brazil, coach Greg Ryan announced that Briana Scurry would start in place of Hope Solo. Solo had been the regular starter pretty much all year long. She'd won a hefty chunk of the games during the 50-game winning streak the team had going. She let in two goals against North Korea in the first game, one of which went right through her hands (Hockey players call it a "soft goal". Whether it carries the same label in soccer, I don't know.) She had not allowed one since. Ryan's reasoning was that Scurry had never lost to Brazil (12-0) and that her quick reflexes would help against the Brazilians. If you were going to argue the chemistry angle, you'd say that the team was coming off its best game against England, and switching things up drastically like this was bound to be a distraction and was unnecessary. You could make a case either way: history vs. what's working now.
That's when the fun began. And when I say "fun", I mean "misery".
The U.S. got crushed 4-0. The first goal came on an own goal. Two others Scurry got her hands on, but was only able to deflect as they went into the net. Shannon Boxx got a red card before halftime. Regardless of whether it would have made a difference or not, that opened the door to wonder if Ryan had made the right decision. Somebody walked right through it, and that somebody was Hope Solo. Let me paraphrase:
"Greg Ryan made the wrong decision. Anybody who knows anything about the game knows that it was wrong. Briana Scurry used to be great, but she's not anymore. I'm the best goalie we have now. You can't live in the past. I know I would have made the saves on the goals she let through."
There's a word for this: BLAMMO!
There's a technical term for this: Throwing your teammate under the bus.
In the history of the U.S. Women's Soccer Team, there's an elite tier of players that includes Michelle Akers, Mia Hamm, Julie Foudy, Kristine Lilly and Joy Fawcett. I may be missing one or two others. Briana Scurry is not in that top tier, but she's not far behind, either. She's won two Olympic gold medals and a World Cup, making the winning save in the shootout against China in 1999. She's the best goalie in team history. Not the best goalie now (at age 36), but the best over her career. Calling her out in the media is a huge stunner, and something that I've never seen from anybody on the women's team. Solo did come out the next day and apologize for some of what she said.
The rest of the team got together and decided to send a message that they were all united. United, that is, except for Solo. Not only did the team decide she wouldn't play in the 3rd-place game, she wouldn't even be with the team for the game. Scurry started and the U.S. won 4-1.
I imagine that there are people who are a bit pleased that the story got as much attention as it did. A few years ago, "So what?" would have been the prevalent reaction. Now it's reported on the front page of espn.com. Maybe a sign that the popularity of the women's game is increasing.
I don't look at it like that.
There are people who say that for women's sports to succeed they have to become more like men's. Lashing out at your own teammates is the sort of thing that happens in men's sports, so that and the attention it got are signs of progress, right?
NO!
If I want to watch a sport being played and evaluated on the same plane as the men, then I might as well watch the men. They can do things the women can't and do the things they can better. That's not why I watch women's soccer. I watch because I like the players better. Because our women are actually good--even dominant--on a global level. Because I get the sense that they play for different reasons than the men. I've always felt that the women's team consists of players who love each other and play for each other, not just with each other. I don't get any of that from watching the men play.
I don't want women's sports to be more like men's sports. Intersection between the two is okay, particularly when it's in the area of improvement. But it would be a shame for the women's game to lose what makes it different and appealing in the pursuit of more money, advertisers, and notoriety.
That's when the fun began. And when I say "fun", I mean "misery".
The U.S. got crushed 4-0. The first goal came on an own goal. Two others Scurry got her hands on, but was only able to deflect as they went into the net. Shannon Boxx got a red card before halftime. Regardless of whether it would have made a difference or not, that opened the door to wonder if Ryan had made the right decision. Somebody walked right through it, and that somebody was Hope Solo. Let me paraphrase:
"Greg Ryan made the wrong decision. Anybody who knows anything about the game knows that it was wrong. Briana Scurry used to be great, but she's not anymore. I'm the best goalie we have now. You can't live in the past. I know I would have made the saves on the goals she let through."
There's a word for this: BLAMMO!
There's a technical term for this: Throwing your teammate under the bus.
In the history of the U.S. Women's Soccer Team, there's an elite tier of players that includes Michelle Akers, Mia Hamm, Julie Foudy, Kristine Lilly and Joy Fawcett. I may be missing one or two others. Briana Scurry is not in that top tier, but she's not far behind, either. She's won two Olympic gold medals and a World Cup, making the winning save in the shootout against China in 1999. She's the best goalie in team history. Not the best goalie now (at age 36), but the best over her career. Calling her out in the media is a huge stunner, and something that I've never seen from anybody on the women's team. Solo did come out the next day and apologize for some of what she said.
The rest of the team got together and decided to send a message that they were all united. United, that is, except for Solo. Not only did the team decide she wouldn't play in the 3rd-place game, she wouldn't even be with the team for the game. Scurry started and the U.S. won 4-1.
I imagine that there are people who are a bit pleased that the story got as much attention as it did. A few years ago, "So what?" would have been the prevalent reaction. Now it's reported on the front page of espn.com. Maybe a sign that the popularity of the women's game is increasing.
I don't look at it like that.
There are people who say that for women's sports to succeed they have to become more like men's. Lashing out at your own teammates is the sort of thing that happens in men's sports, so that and the attention it got are signs of progress, right?
NO!
If I want to watch a sport being played and evaluated on the same plane as the men, then I might as well watch the men. They can do things the women can't and do the things they can better. That's not why I watch women's soccer. I watch because I like the players better. Because our women are actually good--even dominant--on a global level. Because I get the sense that they play for different reasons than the men. I've always felt that the women's team consists of players who love each other and play for each other, not just with each other. I don't get any of that from watching the men play.
I don't want women's sports to be more like men's sports. Intersection between the two is okay, particularly when it's in the area of improvement. But it would be a shame for the women's game to lose what makes it different and appealing in the pursuit of more money, advertisers, and notoriety.
Friday, September 14, 2007
1 vs 3
The U.S. Women's Soccer Team is playing Sweden right now, pitting #1 vs #3. No, I don't mean their FIFA rankings (Sweden is #4, I believe). As you ought to know, Abby Wambach is #1 on the Scotty Williams Big Board. Crown Princess Victoria of Sweden is #3 (or Kronprinsessan, for you Swedes out there). The higher ranking and American citizenship give Abby a huge advantage.
She's used that advantage to score two goals so far. The first was on a penalty kick, the second on a nice play where she settled a beautiful pass from Kristine Lilly off her chest and nailed it into the left side of the net. That's 80 goals in 98 international games for her.
I haven't talked about LSU football in a while, so let's see how they're doing...
...oh my.
They appear to be doing quite well. Opponents have been outscored 93-7. They rolled up almost 600 yards of offense against Virginia Tech and forced seven turnovers against Mississippi State. Let's go over the players drafted in the first round that they had to replace:
JaMarcus Russell, QB: Matt Flynn has done very well. He hasn't turned the ball over at all, been fairly accurate on his passes, and run well when asked. Ryan Perrilloux has looked pretty good when given the chance to play. Gary Crowton's offense suits his talents well.
LaRon Landry, FS: I believe that Curtis Taylor is officially his replacement, and he's played well, though I can't say he's been challenged or picked on to any real extent. He looks like a good athlete, and he's got a sack and an interception through two games. Craig Steltz has assumed the leadership role in the secondary, and done very well. Four INTs so far for Steltz.
Dwayne Bowe and Craig Davis, WR: Early Doucet has done a good job being the #1 guy and drawing attention from the defense. The question was who would play opposite of him, and Branden LaFell came out with a huge game against Virginia Tech. Terrance Toliver had a good catch to extend a drive in the first game and a nice TD catch in the second. He looks like he's got a bright future in front of him.
The defense has played very well, as expected. Eight starters are back from last year's defense, which was third in yards allowed. Every starter is either a junior or senior. They're strong, fast, disciplined, smart, deep, and a bunch of other things. Dominance was predicted and they have delivered.
The biggest surprise of the first two games has been the offensive performance against VT. The offensive line looked outmatched against Mississippi State, and the offense as a whole didn't click early on until late. There was no struggle against Virginia Tech. The backs had holes to run through and Flynn had time to find his receivers. Jacob Hester is playing better than he ever has. Keiland Williams is on the verge of becoming known across the country as a playmaker. His "leap over a blocker, break a tackle, cut across the field and outrace the secondary" for a 67-yard touchdown was a thing of beauty. Charles Scott has shown a bit of shiftiness and versatility that surprises me a little. He caught a pass for a touchdown against MSU and a third-down pass for a first down against VT. He's more than just a bruiser. Those are the top three, but Trindon Holliday and Richard Murphy have done well when given the chance.
So far the Tigers look like a complete team that is going to be tough to beat and is a favorite in the SEC West and SEC overall. I'll hold off on anything BCS-wise until after Florida.
She's used that advantage to score two goals so far. The first was on a penalty kick, the second on a nice play where she settled a beautiful pass from Kristine Lilly off her chest and nailed it into the left side of the net. That's 80 goals in 98 international games for her.
I haven't talked about LSU football in a while, so let's see how they're doing...
...oh my.
They appear to be doing quite well. Opponents have been outscored 93-7. They rolled up almost 600 yards of offense against Virginia Tech and forced seven turnovers against Mississippi State. Let's go over the players drafted in the first round that they had to replace:
JaMarcus Russell, QB: Matt Flynn has done very well. He hasn't turned the ball over at all, been fairly accurate on his passes, and run well when asked. Ryan Perrilloux has looked pretty good when given the chance to play. Gary Crowton's offense suits his talents well.
LaRon Landry, FS: I believe that Curtis Taylor is officially his replacement, and he's played well, though I can't say he's been challenged or picked on to any real extent. He looks like a good athlete, and he's got a sack and an interception through two games. Craig Steltz has assumed the leadership role in the secondary, and done very well. Four INTs so far for Steltz.
Dwayne Bowe and Craig Davis, WR: Early Doucet has done a good job being the #1 guy and drawing attention from the defense. The question was who would play opposite of him, and Branden LaFell came out with a huge game against Virginia Tech. Terrance Toliver had a good catch to extend a drive in the first game and a nice TD catch in the second. He looks like he's got a bright future in front of him.
The defense has played very well, as expected. Eight starters are back from last year's defense, which was third in yards allowed. Every starter is either a junior or senior. They're strong, fast, disciplined, smart, deep, and a bunch of other things. Dominance was predicted and they have delivered.
The biggest surprise of the first two games has been the offensive performance against VT. The offensive line looked outmatched against Mississippi State, and the offense as a whole didn't click early on until late. There was no struggle against Virginia Tech. The backs had holes to run through and Flynn had time to find his receivers. Jacob Hester is playing better than he ever has. Keiland Williams is on the verge of becoming known across the country as a playmaker. His "leap over a blocker, break a tackle, cut across the field and outrace the secondary" for a 67-yard touchdown was a thing of beauty. Charles Scott has shown a bit of shiftiness and versatility that surprises me a little. He caught a pass for a touchdown against MSU and a third-down pass for a first down against VT. He's more than just a bruiser. Those are the top three, but Trindon Holliday and Richard Murphy have done well when given the chance.
So far the Tigers look like a complete team that is going to be tough to beat and is a favorite in the SEC West and SEC overall. I'll hold off on anything BCS-wise until after Florida.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Football
I thought about this yesterday: both my football teams opened the season on a Thursday night: LSU against Mississippi State on 8/30, Saints against Colts on 9/6. Their results were a little different.
LSU forced seven turnovers and pitched a shutout, 45-0. The Saints got outscored 31-0 in the second half and lost 41-10. It's a good thing they don't play the Colts every weekend, or I'd be worried. More on LSU:
The game against Virginia Tech was probably the most highly anticipated game of the first two weeks. Non-conference game, with #2 vs. #9. Tech had a good defense and great special teams. LSU fans were concerned about the simplified offense shown against MSU and the "punt ugly" formation that drives people up the wall. It seemed almost guaranteed that VT would block one or two punts. The offensive line didn't seem good enough to allow the rest of the offense to shine. Most of Matt Flynn's completions went to a single receiver, Early Doucet. So there were questions.
Questions answered.
Some scouts had given VT the advantage at several positions, but none of them would pick them to win, and I think there are two main reasons. One is Tiger Stadium. Two is that LSU's linebackers don't play against VT's linebackers, so position A vs. position A matchups don't mean anything. The biggest mismatch in the game was up front between the LSU defensive line and the VT offensive line. No room for Branden Ore to run, no time for Sean Glennon to throw. Unless VT's defense was dominant and kept the game close and low-scoring, they couldn't expect to win.
They couldn't.
LSU's defense played just as well as expected. 149 total yards, 7 points, 2-14 on third down. It was the offense that really surprised people. Looking sluggish against MSU, a lot of people thought it was being held back in order to keep VT from being able to scout it. Les Miles downplayed that, saying they weren't going to unveil a new "wantango" offense against VT. If Saturday's performance is what we can expect, then I say "Unleash the Wantango!"
Nearly 600 yards of offense, almost 50-50 rushing and passing. Everybody on the field played very well. The offensive line played its best regular-season game in years. Matt Flynn hit Brandon LaFell with some big passes. LaFell took advantage of the attention paid to Early Doucet and had his best game as a Tiger.
Keiland Williams looked like he's becoming a breakout player with national recognition. He took a pitch from Flynn, leaped over a blocker, broke a tackle, and cut across the entire length of the field for a 67-yard touchdown. Later on he took a simple handoff around right end, cut upfield, accelerated, came back left a little and scored a 32-yard touchdown. Great plays.
Jacob Hester has steadily become a better player each year, and he looks great through two games. He doesn't seem to be as much of a receiver in the Wantango, but he's running tough and breaking tackles.
I had figured Charles Scott to be a bruiser, but he's shown some good moves and shiftiness that I didn't expect.
Early Doucet had a good game against MSU and good catches for first downs against VT. They have him returning punts as well. Check that. They have him catching punts. I don't think he tried to return any, which is fine with me.
Ryan Perrilloux has seen time as a backup in both games and looked pretty good. This offense looks like a really good fit for him. He had two touchdown passes: a good fake on a run that left Early wide open, and a really nice pass to Terrance Toliver in the end zone in the 4th quarter.
You could have argued that VT's defense matched up well against LSU's offense in two areas: linebackers versus running backs and secondary versus receivers. Neither of those things were true.
Virginia Tech had allowed the fewest yards on defense the last two years, giving them the #1 statistical defense in the country. I don't usually go for the "conference vs. conference" nonsense that goes around because I think usually ends up sounding silly. But looking at Virginia Tech's schedule last year, they played against ONE good quarterback, BC's Matt Ryan. ACC QBs stunk last year, and I have to believe that that's one reason for their lofty ranking. Not the only reason, but a real reason.
LSU's picked up some ground in the writers' and coaches' polls, though not enough to overtake USC. A few sites and individuals are arguing for LSU #1 based on performance on the field so far. There's a long way to go.
LSU forced seven turnovers and pitched a shutout, 45-0. The Saints got outscored 31-0 in the second half and lost 41-10. It's a good thing they don't play the Colts every weekend, or I'd be worried. More on LSU:
The game against Virginia Tech was probably the most highly anticipated game of the first two weeks. Non-conference game, with #2 vs. #9. Tech had a good defense and great special teams. LSU fans were concerned about the simplified offense shown against MSU and the "punt ugly" formation that drives people up the wall. It seemed almost guaranteed that VT would block one or two punts. The offensive line didn't seem good enough to allow the rest of the offense to shine. Most of Matt Flynn's completions went to a single receiver, Early Doucet. So there were questions.
Questions answered.
Some scouts had given VT the advantage at several positions, but none of them would pick them to win, and I think there are two main reasons. One is Tiger Stadium. Two is that LSU's linebackers don't play against VT's linebackers, so position A vs. position A matchups don't mean anything. The biggest mismatch in the game was up front between the LSU defensive line and the VT offensive line. No room for Branden Ore to run, no time for Sean Glennon to throw. Unless VT's defense was dominant and kept the game close and low-scoring, they couldn't expect to win.
They couldn't.
LSU's defense played just as well as expected. 149 total yards, 7 points, 2-14 on third down. It was the offense that really surprised people. Looking sluggish against MSU, a lot of people thought it was being held back in order to keep VT from being able to scout it. Les Miles downplayed that, saying they weren't going to unveil a new "wantango" offense against VT. If Saturday's performance is what we can expect, then I say "Unleash the Wantango!"
Nearly 600 yards of offense, almost 50-50 rushing and passing. Everybody on the field played very well. The offensive line played its best regular-season game in years. Matt Flynn hit Brandon LaFell with some big passes. LaFell took advantage of the attention paid to Early Doucet and had his best game as a Tiger.
Keiland Williams looked like he's becoming a breakout player with national recognition. He took a pitch from Flynn, leaped over a blocker, broke a tackle, and cut across the entire length of the field for a 67-yard touchdown. Later on he took a simple handoff around right end, cut upfield, accelerated, came back left a little and scored a 32-yard touchdown. Great plays.
Jacob Hester has steadily become a better player each year, and he looks great through two games. He doesn't seem to be as much of a receiver in the Wantango, but he's running tough and breaking tackles.
I had figured Charles Scott to be a bruiser, but he's shown some good moves and shiftiness that I didn't expect.
Early Doucet had a good game against MSU and good catches for first downs against VT. They have him returning punts as well. Check that. They have him catching punts. I don't think he tried to return any, which is fine with me.
Ryan Perrilloux has seen time as a backup in both games and looked pretty good. This offense looks like a really good fit for him. He had two touchdown passes: a good fake on a run that left Early wide open, and a really nice pass to Terrance Toliver in the end zone in the 4th quarter.
You could have argued that VT's defense matched up well against LSU's offense in two areas: linebackers versus running backs and secondary versus receivers. Neither of those things were true.
Virginia Tech had allowed the fewest yards on defense the last two years, giving them the #1 statistical defense in the country. I don't usually go for the "conference vs. conference" nonsense that goes around because I think usually ends up sounding silly. But looking at Virginia Tech's schedule last year, they played against ONE good quarterback, BC's Matt Ryan. ACC QBs stunk last year, and I have to believe that that's one reason for their lofty ranking. Not the only reason, but a real reason.
LSU's picked up some ground in the writers' and coaches' polls, though not enough to overtake USC. A few sites and individuals are arguing for LSU #1 based on performance on the field so far. There's a long way to go.
Ahh, Wambach
I can't tell you how good it feels to get up at 5am to watch the U.S. women play their first game of the 2007 Women's World Cup in China. A couple of notable stats they've mentioned so far:
-- Wambach scores about 45% of her goals with her head
-- The U.S. is 51-0-7 when Wambach starts a game. They have never lost.
The U.S. are the favorites and the top-ranked team in the world. The Group they drew includes Sweden (3rd) and North Korea (4th). Throw in a really rough Nigeria, and it's no picnic.
So far the team looks a little slow and disorganized, but that may be the rain. The Koreans are also playing well, so give them credit.
-- Wambach scores about 45% of her goals with her head
-- The U.S. is 51-0-7 when Wambach starts a game. They have never lost.
The U.S. are the favorites and the top-ranked team in the world. The Group they drew includes Sweden (3rd) and North Korea (4th). Throw in a really rough Nigeria, and it's no picnic.
So far the team looks a little slow and disorganized, but that may be the rain. The Koreans are also playing well, so give them credit.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Thirty!
And no, I'm not talking about my age.
The Texas Rangers beat the Baltimore Orioles today by a score of 30-3. The "game notes" section says that this is the most runs scored by one team at least since 1900. Let's consider a few of the more interesting things I see in the box scores. I'm sure Jayson Stark will have loads more in his next Useless Info column.
Two Rangers had eight plate appearances. Four is about average, with some guys at the top of the order getting to five.
All 30 runs were earned runs.
Baltimore got out to a 3-0 lead, which means the Rangers scored 30 unanswered runs.
The Orioles only used four pitchers. You'll see 2-1 games where both teams will use more than that. They gave up 6, 8, 7 and 9 runs each.
Orioles pitchers threw 252 pitches, 120 more than Rangers pitchers. The Orioles actually threw more strikes than the Rangers threw pitches (157-132).
If the Orioles had driven in all the men they left on base, they would have lost 30-20.
The Texas Rangers beat the Baltimore Orioles today by a score of 30-3. The "game notes" section says that this is the most runs scored by one team at least since 1900. Let's consider a few of the more interesting things I see in the box scores. I'm sure Jayson Stark will have loads more in his next Useless Info column.
Two Rangers had eight plate appearances. Four is about average, with some guys at the top of the order getting to five.
All 30 runs were earned runs.
Baltimore got out to a 3-0 lead, which means the Rangers scored 30 unanswered runs.
The Orioles only used four pitchers. You'll see 2-1 games where both teams will use more than that. They gave up 6, 8, 7 and 9 runs each.
Orioles pitchers threw 252 pitches, 120 more than Rangers pitchers. The Orioles actually threw more strikes than the Rangers threw pitches (157-132).
If the Orioles had driven in all the men they left on base, they would have lost 30-20.
The weak link in the Rangers lineup was Michael Young, who was "only" 2 for 5 with a run scored, no RBI, and five left on base.
The Rangers scored all their runs in four innings: five in the fourth, nine in the sixth, ten in the eighth, and six in the ninth.
The Rangers set a record for the most runs scored by one team in a doubleheader, and that was before the second game even started.
Wes Littleton earned a save in a game decided by a 27-run margin.
The Rangers scored on sixteen different plays.
If Texas received an additional win for each run scored, they would go from fifteen games under .500 to fifteen games over.
The Rangers hit two grand slams and three three-run homers. That's 17 runs on five swings of the bat.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
June Allyson Sounds Like Rocky the Flying Squirrel
That's my initial impression of The Glenn Miller Story, anyway. That, and the music is great.
Looking at the date of my last post, I have been terribly lax. Let's get down to business:
I was in Louisiana, then drove to the beach in Alabama. My parents ordered a 50-piece box of Popeyes to bring on the trip. A friend had heard that there was a place called the Flora-Bama, and asked for a t-shirt. But please, please don't go out of my way. So where do we end up staying? In a condo right next door to the Flora-Bama. I got a few good pictures, went into the water a few times, picked up some shells. The water in the hot tub was REALLY hot.
We drove back to Natchitoches and went to my cousin's wedding on the 28th. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it. May as well give it a shot: I enjoyed it very, very much. The reception was at the plantation my aunt used to have. The band's lead singer was a girl I went to high school with (good to see she's still singing). I danced. A cousin asked why I didn't dance like that in DC. I said, "I needed the heat and humidity to get me going." It was a hot, sticky, nasty Louisiana Saturday night. It was great. I was encouraged to go to a bar afterwards, but I had a relatively early flight the next day, so I had to decline. Broke my heart, I tell ya.
Browsing my recent Netflix activity, here's a quick rundown:
Man of the Year. Couldn't even finish it. Just didn't care.
Howl's Moving Castle. Good movie. Well put together. Fun. Wonderfully animated.
Extras: I watched about three and a half episodes. It's really good, really funny, but I just can't watch it for any long period of time. It's uncomfortable, cringe comedy. I can understand why people love it, but I just can't handle it.
Ordinary People. Darn good movie. Solid story, maybe a template for similar movies that followed. Superb acting. I can see why it was nominated for so many things.
12 Angry Men. I love this movie. It's got Henry Fonda, the Man Himself. Wonderful cast up and down the line. Jack Klugman, Lee J. Cobb, Martin Balsam, Ed Begley, John Fiedler to name a few. The story is comelling, and the acting is intense. Something I really liked about it that may go unnoticed: it's 96 minutes long, so there's really no wasted scenes. the whole thing comes off tight as a drum.
Bourne Identity/Bourne Supremacy. Big blockbusters. They're good. Very well made. Acting's good, cast is good, most everything is believable to a certain degree. I just can't get excited about it. The story doesn't mean anything to me. Other people love it, and that's okay.
A Patch of Blue. Sidney Poitier is good. Elizabeth Hartman is quite good. Shelley Winters won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress. It must've been very controversial when it came out.
Witness for the Prosecution. Ah, what a good movie. One of my favorites, and probably my favorite courtroom movie ever. Charles Laughton, Tyrone Power (they said my grandfather looked like Tyrone Power back in the day), and Marlene Dietrich. Suspense. Tension. Drama. Twists and turns. Humor. Loved every minute of it.
Digression: Many moons ago, back when the world was young, I came up to DC on a school trip. We went to the Lazy Susan Dinner Theater one night and watched a live performance of the play. Fantastic. I sat with a good friend of mine during the evening, so WFTP has a special place in my heart.
Lifeboat. I'd never heard of it until I saw it on Netflix. It has two people I'd heard of: Tallulah Bankhead and Hume Cronyn. It has one person who I'm glad I learned about: Canada Lee. What a great name, but not as good as what his real name was: Lionel Cornelius Canegata. Holy cow, that's a good one.
Auntie Mame. Rosalind Russell. Worth watching a movie just to say "Rosalind Russell". Fun and funny at times. I can't honestly say the movie added anything meaningful to my life, but that's not the worst thing in the world. However, Pippa Scott was a good-looking woman.
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. In the annals of film, it's got to be tough to find a leading duo that can compare with John Wayne and Jimmy Stewart. Throw in Lee Marvin playing a dastardly villain, and you've got yourself a winner. A good movie, and probably a good study for learning about what movies used to be like and how they spoke to us in days gone by. There's a strong patriotic tint to it that reminds the viewer what America is supposed to stand for.
I'll end this post here and talk about some other stuff a little later.
Looking at the date of my last post, I have been terribly lax. Let's get down to business:
I was in Louisiana, then drove to the beach in Alabama. My parents ordered a 50-piece box of Popeyes to bring on the trip. A friend had heard that there was a place called the Flora-Bama, and asked for a t-shirt. But please, please don't go out of my way. So where do we end up staying? In a condo right next door to the Flora-Bama. I got a few good pictures, went into the water a few times, picked up some shells. The water in the hot tub was REALLY hot.
We drove back to Natchitoches and went to my cousin's wedding on the 28th. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it. May as well give it a shot: I enjoyed it very, very much. The reception was at the plantation my aunt used to have. The band's lead singer was a girl I went to high school with (good to see she's still singing). I danced. A cousin asked why I didn't dance like that in DC. I said, "I needed the heat and humidity to get me going." It was a hot, sticky, nasty Louisiana Saturday night. It was great. I was encouraged to go to a bar afterwards, but I had a relatively early flight the next day, so I had to decline. Broke my heart, I tell ya.
Browsing my recent Netflix activity, here's a quick rundown:
Man of the Year. Couldn't even finish it. Just didn't care.
Howl's Moving Castle. Good movie. Well put together. Fun. Wonderfully animated.
Extras: I watched about three and a half episodes. It's really good, really funny, but I just can't watch it for any long period of time. It's uncomfortable, cringe comedy. I can understand why people love it, but I just can't handle it.
Ordinary People. Darn good movie. Solid story, maybe a template for similar movies that followed. Superb acting. I can see why it was nominated for so many things.
12 Angry Men. I love this movie. It's got Henry Fonda, the Man Himself. Wonderful cast up and down the line. Jack Klugman, Lee J. Cobb, Martin Balsam, Ed Begley, John Fiedler to name a few. The story is comelling, and the acting is intense. Something I really liked about it that may go unnoticed: it's 96 minutes long, so there's really no wasted scenes. the whole thing comes off tight as a drum.
Bourne Identity/Bourne Supremacy. Big blockbusters. They're good. Very well made. Acting's good, cast is good, most everything is believable to a certain degree. I just can't get excited about it. The story doesn't mean anything to me. Other people love it, and that's okay.
A Patch of Blue. Sidney Poitier is good. Elizabeth Hartman is quite good. Shelley Winters won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress. It must've been very controversial when it came out.
Witness for the Prosecution. Ah, what a good movie. One of my favorites, and probably my favorite courtroom movie ever. Charles Laughton, Tyrone Power (they said my grandfather looked like Tyrone Power back in the day), and Marlene Dietrich. Suspense. Tension. Drama. Twists and turns. Humor. Loved every minute of it.
Digression: Many moons ago, back when the world was young, I came up to DC on a school trip. We went to the Lazy Susan Dinner Theater one night and watched a live performance of the play. Fantastic. I sat with a good friend of mine during the evening, so WFTP has a special place in my heart.
Lifeboat. I'd never heard of it until I saw it on Netflix. It has two people I'd heard of: Tallulah Bankhead and Hume Cronyn. It has one person who I'm glad I learned about: Canada Lee. What a great name, but not as good as what his real name was: Lionel Cornelius Canegata. Holy cow, that's a good one.
Auntie Mame. Rosalind Russell. Worth watching a movie just to say "Rosalind Russell". Fun and funny at times. I can't honestly say the movie added anything meaningful to my life, but that's not the worst thing in the world. However, Pippa Scott was a good-looking woman.
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. In the annals of film, it's got to be tough to find a leading duo that can compare with John Wayne and Jimmy Stewart. Throw in Lee Marvin playing a dastardly villain, and you've got yourself a winner. A good movie, and probably a good study for learning about what movies used to be like and how they spoke to us in days gone by. There's a strong patriotic tint to it that reminds the viewer what America is supposed to stand for.
I'll end this post here and talk about some other stuff a little later.
Friday, July 06, 2007
In Other News
I know I had some stuff to link to, but I can't remember what it was. The FJM blog had a couple of good posts the other day, so you can check that out at http://www.firejoemorgan.com/.
There's this Slate article on carding and telling people's ages.
There's this article talking about how Neifi Perez was suspended 25 games for violating Major League Baseball's drug program.
There's this Slate article on carding and telling people's ages.
There's this article talking about how Neifi Perez was suspended 25 games for violating Major League Baseball's drug program.
July 4th
Wednesday I went to the baseball game at RFK and watched the Nats beat the Cubs 6-0. It didn't happen for my team, but Dmitri Young hitting a grand slam on July 4th for the team that plays in Washington, DC has got to feel pretty special. I thought the Cubs looked tired and just didn't have any energy. I couldn't figure out why. It's not like they're not used to playing day games.
I wandered over to the Folklife Festival afterwards and sat in the Northern Ireland music tent. After an hour or so a police officer told us to leave the Mall and head to the nearest large building until the incoming severe weather was gone. Instead, I walked up to Sign of the Whale for dinner. I started doing a crossword that turned out to be pretty hard, and when I looked to see what paper it was in, it turned out to be The Onion. I got about 75-80 percent done. A Crown & Diet and a shot of Wild Turkey American Honey, and I was on the way home.
So I thought. The fireworks started right when I walked out the door, and I had a very good view of them walking down 18th Street. So I took some pictures and video and went home. Happy Birthday, America.
I wandered over to the Folklife Festival afterwards and sat in the Northern Ireland music tent. After an hour or so a police officer told us to leave the Mall and head to the nearest large building until the incoming severe weather was gone. Instead, I walked up to Sign of the Whale for dinner. I started doing a crossword that turned out to be pretty hard, and when I looked to see what paper it was in, it turned out to be The Onion. I got about 75-80 percent done. A Crown & Diet and a shot of Wild Turkey American Honey, and I was on the way home.
So I thought. The fireworks started right when I walked out the door, and I had a very good view of them walking down 18th Street. So I took some pictures and video and went home. Happy Birthday, America.
Stranger Than Fiction
I really liked it. It's a very clever concept, and easy to lose control of if you're not careful. For those of you not familiar with the story, here's an overview in 25 words or less:
Harold hears writer Karen's voice narrating his life. She says he's going to die. He tries finding her to convince her not to kill him.
25 words, and it was tough.
Will Ferrell is quite good, and not because he's funny, but because he acts the part very well. A little subdued (very subdued, by his standards), very under control. Not really any physical comedy, which can be a crutch for a comic actor who tries to play it straight without cracking jokes verbally. I know I said this about Montgomery Clift, and I certainly don't want to seem like I'm putting Ferrell at Clift's level, but his success comes from how well he uses his face. Saying an actor uses his face well is like saying a soccer player has good feet. It should be obvious, but it often goes unmentioned.
Emma Thompson plays the writer who is knowingly/unknowingly writing Harold Crick towards his death. She's great. The moment when she sees Harold in person for the first time is wonderful.
I'm not sure why Queen Latifah was playing her assistant. It's a bit of an underwhelming role for an actress who was nominated for an Oscar in Chicago a few years ago. Maybe her best stuff ended up on the cutting room floor (if they have that anymore).
Maggie Gyllenhaal is the love interest, and I thought she did a good job with a good character. She was better than attractive, she was appealing.
Digression: I think the desire that comes from appeal is stronger than what comes from attractiveness. It's a lot rarer, for one thing. And I think it's more individualistic, whereas the other is more general. A girl who can appeal to a man (and vice versa of course, ladies) is so much more special to him, though she may not appear so to others.
So Ana Pascal appeals to Harold in a very special way. She bakes cookies. She helps people. She's smart. And she's not bad lookin', either. She's a special thing in Harold's world, which is mostly lacking in anything that's not dull. Very nice.
I'm sort of wondering why Dustin Hoffman played the role of the lit professor who Harold goes to for help, but he was good. He takes sort of a twisted interest in Harold's "plight", though I can't tell if he believes him at the beginning or not.
"It's a very clever concept, and easy to lose control of if you're not careful." Quoting oneself? Ach, the last refuge of the scoundrel.
I thought that was patriotism?
Shut up.
Okay, so you've got this idea that a character can actually hear the narrator's voice in his head. And not just the narrator, but the writer herself. It would be very easy to overuse the device and ruin it by hammering the viewer with it at every opportunity, trying to get as many laughs as possible. A great quality of the film is that this does not happen. It happens here and there, but we're hardly beaten over the head with it. I think the writers' management of the "voice in the head" factor was excellent.
A really good movie all around. Not too many characters, not a quirky and complicated plot that tries to be too clever, and solid acting from all players. Good stuff.
Bah, the Cubs are losing and the Brewers winning. Could be back to a 5.5 game deficit at the end of the night for the Cubs.
Harold hears writer Karen's voice narrating his life. She says he's going to die. He tries finding her to convince her not to kill him.
25 words, and it was tough.
Will Ferrell is quite good, and not because he's funny, but because he acts the part very well. A little subdued (very subdued, by his standards), very under control. Not really any physical comedy, which can be a crutch for a comic actor who tries to play it straight without cracking jokes verbally. I know I said this about Montgomery Clift, and I certainly don't want to seem like I'm putting Ferrell at Clift's level, but his success comes from how well he uses his face. Saying an actor uses his face well is like saying a soccer player has good feet. It should be obvious, but it often goes unmentioned.
Emma Thompson plays the writer who is knowingly/unknowingly writing Harold Crick towards his death. She's great. The moment when she sees Harold in person for the first time is wonderful.
I'm not sure why Queen Latifah was playing her assistant. It's a bit of an underwhelming role for an actress who was nominated for an Oscar in Chicago a few years ago. Maybe her best stuff ended up on the cutting room floor (if they have that anymore).
Maggie Gyllenhaal is the love interest, and I thought she did a good job with a good character. She was better than attractive, she was appealing.
Digression: I think the desire that comes from appeal is stronger than what comes from attractiveness. It's a lot rarer, for one thing. And I think it's more individualistic, whereas the other is more general. A girl who can appeal to a man (and vice versa of course, ladies) is so much more special to him, though she may not appear so to others.
So Ana Pascal appeals to Harold in a very special way. She bakes cookies. She helps people. She's smart. And she's not bad lookin', either. She's a special thing in Harold's world, which is mostly lacking in anything that's not dull. Very nice.
I'm sort of wondering why Dustin Hoffman played the role of the lit professor who Harold goes to for help, but he was good. He takes sort of a twisted interest in Harold's "plight", though I can't tell if he believes him at the beginning or not.
"It's a very clever concept, and easy to lose control of if you're not careful." Quoting oneself? Ach, the last refuge of the scoundrel.
I thought that was patriotism?
Shut up.
Okay, so you've got this idea that a character can actually hear the narrator's voice in his head. And not just the narrator, but the writer herself. It would be very easy to overuse the device and ruin it by hammering the viewer with it at every opportunity, trying to get as many laughs as possible. A great quality of the film is that this does not happen. It happens here and there, but we're hardly beaten over the head with it. I think the writers' management of the "voice in the head" factor was excellent.
A really good movie all around. Not too many characters, not a quirky and complicated plot that tries to be too clever, and solid acting from all players. Good stuff.
Bah, the Cubs are losing and the Brewers winning. Could be back to a 5.5 game deficit at the end of the night for the Cubs.
"...it's root, root, root...
...for the CUBBIES!..."
was heard loud and clear the last four days at RFK. The Cubs were in town for a series against the Nationals, taking three out of four. I went to the first three, including having seats six rows behind the Nats dugout on July 4th. "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" wasn't written about or for the Cubs, but Cubs fans feel that it's still our song because Harry Caray sang it at Wrigley Field for so many years. So when the line comes around, we drown out whoever the home team is. It helps that the Cubs have fans pretty much everywhere.
Devil Wears Prada was good, but I can't say I liked it too much. Meryl Streep was very good, Stanley Tucci good, but Anne Hathaway's acting didn't match the quality of the part. I thought the part of the assistant was well thought out and well written, but I just couldn't get attached to her. Whatshisface from "Entourage" plays the boyfriend. I've seen a couple of episodes, and everybody on it annoys me, so I don't watch.
My Neighbor Totoro is an animated movie from Japan about a big furry thing that makes friends with two young girls. It's nice. It's pleasant. It's very well put together. And of course, it's got a great Japanese title, "Tonari no Totoro". I liked it.
Over the weekend I watched The Last King of Scotland, which got Forest Whitaker an Oscar. He was very, very good. Jovial, cunning, wild, intelligent, all over the place. He did a great job of being a presence on screen whenever he was on. Somewhat jokingly, I sometimes tell people that one of my life's goals is to avoid going to Africa. So I really liked this quote:
Is there anything that you have done that is good, Nicholas? You came to Africa to play the white man. But we aren't a game. We're real. This room is real. Your death will be the first real thing that has happened to you.
If I went to Africa, that's all I'd be doing, playing the white man. I wouldn't do any real good. They're much better off without me sticking my nose in.
I didn't remember seeing James McAvoy before, but IMDB says he was Mr. Tumnus, and now it rings a bell. He was good.
Smokin' Aces. "Oh, that's such a good movie!" someone said to me the other day. "No it isn't." I don't think it's actually bad, though. I thought it would be good for three or four minutes, then bad for five, and it just went on like that the whole way through.
Jeremy Piven, I hear, is very good in "Entourage". I believe it. I didn't like him much here, though. I can see him being good in a role where he engages other people energetically on a consistent basis, but that doesn't happen here. He may have been miscast or just misused.
Andy Garcia's a good actor, but his character (and his phoney-baloney accent, wherever it was supposed to be from) was terrible.
Apparently there's a rapper named Common who I've never heard of. He was okay as the target's bodyguard. Alicia Keys (who I have heard of) was better.
I was very happy to see the guy who played Buliwyf in The Thirteenth Warrior cast as the Swede. I like that guy. Which brings us to my favorite and least favorite performances in the movie:
Jason Bateman (favorite) and Ryan Reynolds (not favorite). Bateman's character is sort of a pathetic loser, and he just oozed losing patheticness the entire time he was on screen. I loved him. On the other hand, Reynolds is supposed to be the tough guy hero. I don't think he can play tough. Yeah, he's got muscles. Maybe he's tough in real life. But on screen, I just can't buy it. And if you don't let him drop an f-bomb, then he may as well not say anything at all. I think he'd have been better as one of the killers, rather than an FBI agent. It's like they got his role mixed up with Ben Affleck's. They'd have been better off reversed, though Affleck wasn't bad as the bondsman.
I really liked Stranger Than Fiction, so I'll give it its own post.
was heard loud and clear the last four days at RFK. The Cubs were in town for a series against the Nationals, taking three out of four. I went to the first three, including having seats six rows behind the Nats dugout on July 4th. "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" wasn't written about or for the Cubs, but Cubs fans feel that it's still our song because Harry Caray sang it at Wrigley Field for so many years. So when the line comes around, we drown out whoever the home team is. It helps that the Cubs have fans pretty much everywhere.
Devil Wears Prada was good, but I can't say I liked it too much. Meryl Streep was very good, Stanley Tucci good, but Anne Hathaway's acting didn't match the quality of the part. I thought the part of the assistant was well thought out and well written, but I just couldn't get attached to her. Whatshisface from "Entourage" plays the boyfriend. I've seen a couple of episodes, and everybody on it annoys me, so I don't watch.
My Neighbor Totoro is an animated movie from Japan about a big furry thing that makes friends with two young girls. It's nice. It's pleasant. It's very well put together. And of course, it's got a great Japanese title, "Tonari no Totoro". I liked it.
Over the weekend I watched The Last King of Scotland, which got Forest Whitaker an Oscar. He was very, very good. Jovial, cunning, wild, intelligent, all over the place. He did a great job of being a presence on screen whenever he was on. Somewhat jokingly, I sometimes tell people that one of my life's goals is to avoid going to Africa. So I really liked this quote:
Is there anything that you have done that is good, Nicholas? You came to Africa to play the white man. But we aren't a game. We're real. This room is real. Your death will be the first real thing that has happened to you.
If I went to Africa, that's all I'd be doing, playing the white man. I wouldn't do any real good. They're much better off without me sticking my nose in.
I didn't remember seeing James McAvoy before, but IMDB says he was Mr. Tumnus, and now it rings a bell. He was good.
Smokin' Aces. "Oh, that's such a good movie!" someone said to me the other day. "No it isn't." I don't think it's actually bad, though. I thought it would be good for three or four minutes, then bad for five, and it just went on like that the whole way through.
Jeremy Piven, I hear, is very good in "Entourage". I believe it. I didn't like him much here, though. I can see him being good in a role where he engages other people energetically on a consistent basis, but that doesn't happen here. He may have been miscast or just misused.
Andy Garcia's a good actor, but his character (and his phoney-baloney accent, wherever it was supposed to be from) was terrible.
Apparently there's a rapper named Common who I've never heard of. He was okay as the target's bodyguard. Alicia Keys (who I have heard of) was better.
I was very happy to see the guy who played Buliwyf in The Thirteenth Warrior cast as the Swede. I like that guy. Which brings us to my favorite and least favorite performances in the movie:
Jason Bateman (favorite) and Ryan Reynolds (not favorite). Bateman's character is sort of a pathetic loser, and he just oozed losing patheticness the entire time he was on screen. I loved him. On the other hand, Reynolds is supposed to be the tough guy hero. I don't think he can play tough. Yeah, he's got muscles. Maybe he's tough in real life. But on screen, I just can't buy it. And if you don't let him drop an f-bomb, then he may as well not say anything at all. I think he'd have been better as one of the killers, rather than an FBI agent. It's like they got his role mixed up with Ben Affleck's. They'd have been better off reversed, though Affleck wasn't bad as the bondsman.
I really liked Stranger Than Fiction, so I'll give it its own post.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I Do Not Wear Prada
But apparently the devil does. So I'm watching The Devil Wears Prada now. I'll cut it off in a little bit to watch the PBS special for Paul Simon that Mr. Tony went to. Stanley Tucci's character is one I like.
The mighty Cubs have won six games in a row and are a game under .500 right now. They've really heated up coming into the stretch before the All Star Game. A couple of LSU players have been playing rather well, Ryan Theriot and Mike Fontenot. Fontenot went 5-for-5 the other day.
A couple of weekends ago I saw a two movies in the theater: Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer and Day Watch. The first wasn't very good, but it had its moments. I liked the Surfer. This may be the picky geek side of me coming out, but am I really supposed to believe that an elastic man, invisible force-field woman, flying fire-man, and strong rock-guy can beat THE Silver Surfer? Come on. He's the Herald of Galactus. He wields the power cosmic. He's way too powerful for them to take down. Ach.
Day Watch was much better. I thought the events that took place were more interesting than what happened in the Night Watch, though that was pretty good too. I'd never heard of Zhanna Friske before, but then I don't pay much attention to Russian pop music.
On the Netflix end of things, I watched Run, Lola, Run (Lola Rennt, auf Deutsch). I thought the boyfriend was annoying. The flash parts where they showed the different futures for various characters was a neat idea. A friend from C&A really liked it. I'm a bit on the fence.
Flags of Our Fathers, I was a little disappointed in . Didn't see all that much to get excited about. I think the story is a good one, but I just wasn't feeling it (I sound like Randy Jackson). I prefer Letters From Iwo Jima.
And Ghost Rider, which was awful. Bad story, terrible acting, horrible ending, bleh. I thought it looked good the first time I saw a preview for it in the theater, but it was all downhill after that.
I was in a meeting today where we were given the option of telling our favorite movie quote. I said "the entire opening speech from Patton, which isn't really a quote, and "Among women I pass for one, Your Grace", from A Man For All Seasons. It's really the context and how it's delivered that make it so great.
Thomas More made sure that his daughter Margaret received an education the equal of any man, better than most. When Henry VIII pays a visit to More's estate, he is introduced to Margaret. They have the following exchange:
"Why Margaret, they told me you were a scholar."
"Among women I pass for one, Your Grace."
That's great. Social context, wit, humility, pride, all wrapped up in just a few words. Love it.
One more note before I go: Transformers comes out on July fourth. I don't expect it to be a very good movie. But I have to go see it. This was it when I came home from school. Bought the toys. Saw the animated movie in the theater. Pretended to be Optimus Prime. So I'll pack myself into a seat and watch with glee. However, a world where Megatron doesn't have a giant fusion cannon attached to his arm isn't a world in which I want to live.
The mighty Cubs have won six games in a row and are a game under .500 right now. They've really heated up coming into the stretch before the All Star Game. A couple of LSU players have been playing rather well, Ryan Theriot and Mike Fontenot. Fontenot went 5-for-5 the other day.
A couple of weekends ago I saw a two movies in the theater: Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer and Day Watch. The first wasn't very good, but it had its moments. I liked the Surfer. This may be the picky geek side of me coming out, but am I really supposed to believe that an elastic man, invisible force-field woman, flying fire-man, and strong rock-guy can beat THE Silver Surfer? Come on. He's the Herald of Galactus. He wields the power cosmic. He's way too powerful for them to take down. Ach.
Day Watch was much better. I thought the events that took place were more interesting than what happened in the Night Watch, though that was pretty good too. I'd never heard of Zhanna Friske before, but then I don't pay much attention to Russian pop music.
On the Netflix end of things, I watched Run, Lola, Run (Lola Rennt, auf Deutsch). I thought the boyfriend was annoying. The flash parts where they showed the different futures for various characters was a neat idea. A friend from C&A really liked it. I'm a bit on the fence.
Flags of Our Fathers, I was a little disappointed in . Didn't see all that much to get excited about. I think the story is a good one, but I just wasn't feeling it (I sound like Randy Jackson). I prefer Letters From Iwo Jima.
And Ghost Rider, which was awful. Bad story, terrible acting, horrible ending, bleh. I thought it looked good the first time I saw a preview for it in the theater, but it was all downhill after that.
I was in a meeting today where we were given the option of telling our favorite movie quote. I said "the entire opening speech from Patton, which isn't really a quote, and "Among women I pass for one, Your Grace", from A Man For All Seasons. It's really the context and how it's delivered that make it so great.
Thomas More made sure that his daughter Margaret received an education the equal of any man, better than most. When Henry VIII pays a visit to More's estate, he is introduced to Margaret. They have the following exchange:
"Why Margaret, they told me you were a scholar."
"Among women I pass for one, Your Grace."
That's great. Social context, wit, humility, pride, all wrapped up in just a few words. Love it.
One more note before I go: Transformers comes out on July fourth. I don't expect it to be a very good movie. But I have to go see it. This was it when I came home from school. Bought the toys. Saw the animated movie in the theater. Pretended to be Optimus Prime. So I'll pack myself into a seat and watch with glee. However, a world where Megatron doesn't have a giant fusion cannon attached to his arm isn't a world in which I want to live.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Restarting Netflix
I watched Curse of the Golden Flower, which was pretty good. Not as much action and fighting as I'd thought, but a really good story, good acting, and what action there was was very well done. Lots of great visual scenes. And the ending after the great climactic battle--ah, it was good.
I finished watching Little Miss Sunshine last night, which everybody and his brother seemed to gush about. It's good and funny. I wanted to bash Greg Kinnear's face in the first half of the movie, but came around on him the second half. Liked the kid who didn't talk, thought the country's preeminent Proust scholar was good, thought the grandfather was a little annoying (but Alan Arkin won an Oscar for playing him), and thought Toni Colette's character was a pretty good one. I know everybody loved the little girl, but other than being cute, I was a little indifferent to her. Sure, she drove the story, but I'm not as smitten with her as lots of other people seem to be. The little girl playing her was good, though. Don't know if I'd fawn over her the way others did, but that's okay.
I finished watching Little Miss Sunshine last night, which everybody and his brother seemed to gush about. It's good and funny. I wanted to bash Greg Kinnear's face in the first half of the movie, but came around on him the second half. Liked the kid who didn't talk, thought the country's preeminent Proust scholar was good, thought the grandfather was a little annoying (but Alan Arkin won an Oscar for playing him), and thought Toni Colette's character was a pretty good one. I know everybody loved the little girl, but other than being cute, I was a little indifferent to her. Sure, she drove the story, but I'm not as smitten with her as lots of other people seem to be. The little girl playing her was good, though. Don't know if I'd fawn over her the way others did, but that's okay.
The Queen
Before I get to The Queen, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End over the weekend. I thought it was pretty good, better than the second and probably as good as the first. I'd heard people talking about how long it was and I knew it was supposed to be around 2:40 or so, but it moved pretty quickly. Lots of fun all around, I thought.
I'm about in the middle of The Queen, and I'm really enjoying it a lot. Too bad there's something wrong with the DVD. Here's my notes so far:
They call hunting "stalking".
Prince Philip comes off as a sort of bartardish character. Sometimes I like him, sometimes I don't.
Tony Blair appears nervous and unsure of himself when around the queen, but comes off pretty good. He seems like he really wants to help Her Majesty.
Cherie Blair: I'm sure she's a nice lady in real life, but she comes off as a bit bitchy in the movie. Doesn't like the Queen, takes every opportunity to pick and prod and jibe at her, and mocks her husband whenever he expresses any sympathy for her.
The Queen Mum is funny, fun, and likable.
The Queen's secretary, Robin Janvrin, is a great character. He has to balance between serving the queen and advising her in her dealings with the public. His speech, his mannerisms, the way he carries himself--I think it's all great.
Prince Charles: I think he comes off better than everyone else in the movie, with the exception maybe of Herself. I wrote down "sensitive, emotional, vulnerable, sympathetic." He realizes that the public's reaction over Diana's death isn't going to subside and knows that the royal family has to treat her memory with respect. Post-divorce, he seems to hold a higher opinion of Diana than his parents do.
The Queen is the Queen. I don't know how to describe her. Helen Mirren is great and won the Oscar for Best Actress.
This is a really good movie. No really tough, unwatchable parts that make me pause it in the middle. I like it.
I'm about in the middle of The Queen, and I'm really enjoying it a lot. Too bad there's something wrong with the DVD. Here's my notes so far:
They call hunting "stalking".
Prince Philip comes off as a sort of bartardish character. Sometimes I like him, sometimes I don't.
Tony Blair appears nervous and unsure of himself when around the queen, but comes off pretty good. He seems like he really wants to help Her Majesty.
Cherie Blair: I'm sure she's a nice lady in real life, but she comes off as a bit bitchy in the movie. Doesn't like the Queen, takes every opportunity to pick and prod and jibe at her, and mocks her husband whenever he expresses any sympathy for her.
The Queen Mum is funny, fun, and likable.
The Queen's secretary, Robin Janvrin, is a great character. He has to balance between serving the queen and advising her in her dealings with the public. His speech, his mannerisms, the way he carries himself--I think it's all great.
Prince Charles: I think he comes off better than everyone else in the movie, with the exception maybe of Herself. I wrote down "sensitive, emotional, vulnerable, sympathetic." He realizes that the public's reaction over Diana's death isn't going to subside and knows that the royal family has to treat her memory with respect. Post-divorce, he seems to hold a higher opinion of Diana than his parents do.
The Queen is the Queen. I don't know how to describe her. Helen Mirren is great and won the Oscar for Best Actress.
This is a really good movie. No really tough, unwatchable parts that make me pause it in the middle. I like it.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Garcon! Oh Garcon!
Uh, I mean Waitress! It was pretty good. Funny. Sometimes sad. Sometimes angry. Andy Griffith is fun. Keri Russell is good as the centerpiece. Her supporting cast does their jobs well. I'd go see it again.
I've discovered a treasure trove of youtube clips of Broadway musicals. Well, I say "Broadway"... The twist is that they're not in English.
Click here to see "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables in Japanese.
Click here to see "On My Own".
and here to see an absolutely fantastic rendition of "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera in Korean. The song works well in Korean and the signers are excellent. (Edit: I see it has been removed for the ever-popular "terms of use violation". Sigh)
Lou Piniella got suspended for four games for kicking dirt on (and making contact with) an umpire. We went 3-1 with him out. I was wondering if management was going to ask him to stay suspended a while longer, like maybe till we got back to .500. But he came back today, and the Cubs beat the Braves 2-1, so maybe that's okay. Four out of five since losing about six in a row. They're getting Felix Pie in the lineup some more, Soriano moved back to left where he belongs (as far as the outfield is concerned, anyway), and punching Michael Barrett seems to have settled Carlos Zambrano down a little bit. Hang in there, boys.
I've discovered a treasure trove of youtube clips of Broadway musicals. Well, I say "Broadway"... The twist is that they're not in English.
Click here to see "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables in Japanese.
Click here to see "On My Own".
and here to see an absolutely fantastic rendition of "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera in Korean. The song works well in Korean and the signers are excellent. (Edit: I see it has been removed for the ever-popular "terms of use violation". Sigh)
Lou Piniella got suspended for four games for kicking dirt on (and making contact with) an umpire. We went 3-1 with him out. I was wondering if management was going to ask him to stay suspended a while longer, like maybe till we got back to .500. But he came back today, and the Cubs beat the Braves 2-1, so maybe that's okay. Four out of five since losing about six in a row. They're getting Felix Pie in the lineup some more, Soriano moved back to left where he belongs (as far as the outfield is concerned, anyway), and punching Michael Barrett seems to have settled Carlos Zambrano down a little bit. Hang in there, boys.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
S-P-E-L-L-B-O-U-N-D
I'm sure that title's been used somewhere before. It's not very original.
I don't believe I've talked about this before in any length, but I love the National Spelling Bee. I was a good speller in school and like to watch other kids go at it. I was nowhere near as good as these guys and girls are, though. The competition has become popular enough to be televised in prime time on ABC. One contestant just missed girolle, but the next one just got rascacio.
Here's a Slate article about how bees work in some other countries. Here's one about whether religious girls have more or less sex.
I highly recommend the movie Spellbound, if you haven't seen it. It follows about nine kids through their regional competitions and into the nationals. I think it's fantastic.
There's the girl from Texas whose parents are Mexican immigrants who have been here 25 years but don't speak any English ("That's just lazy!" a friend of mine said). Her brother's got a thick, thick Texas accent. And here she is, competing in the National Spelling Bee.
A little kid from New York (if I remember correctly) who Tony Kornheiser would call a "twitching little freak". He makes all sorts of strange faces and sounds while spelling.
An Indian kid whose sister actually won the competition a few years before, so he has the added pressure of living up to her standard. His dad hired coaches in Spanish, German and French so he could figure out what words are supposed to look like in different languages.
There's a girl from DC that they follow as well. She just studies after school with one of her teachers, nothing fancy.
Other words missed so far: zacate and bouleuterion.
Stuart Scott is interviewing kids backstage after they get eliminated. I think that's a little bit much.
They just gave this kid the word punaise, leading to the following exchange:
Kid: "Aw, geez."
Reader: "It's another word for bedbug."
Kid: "I like bedbug better."
He got it right. Great look on his face when he found out he got it right.
Urgrund is up next. A little tricky, because sometimes in German the d takes a sound more like t in English. Toughie. She missed it when she added a t to the end.
Cilice. A word which gained a certain amount of publicity when it was talked about in The Da Vinci Code. The albino assassin guy wore won as a sort of permanent penance. She missed it.
This girl just asked for the word origin of pelorus, and the reader said it was "unknown". That doesn't seem--I don't want to say "fair"--but come on. That's a real kick in the balls.
The last two movies I've seen have been Spiderman 3 and Once. S3 is okay. Good action, so-so acting, meh story, some funny parts. There's a scene I think is really funny with Bruce Campbell in a French restaurant, and anything in any Spiderman scene with J.K. Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson is great.
Geez, another word with unknown origin. But the kid got rigaree.
Ooh, I bet there are people out there loving Isabel Jacobson, who says one of her favorite words is kakistocracy, which means "rule by the worst people possible". She got helodes correct.
"I don't really like it. I just have to be in it." Yowza. Evan O'Dorney just laid down the hammer. He likes math and music better, he says. And he just nailed schuhplattler.
I think there has to be more than just family present at the competition. There's a pretty big crowd there. I'd love to go.
"You really have to know your German elements to get this word." Well, I do know my German elements, but I would've been killed by abseil.
Fauchard. I got that one, but the kid left off the d. The kid before missed cachalot by one letter, putting an e in place of the second a.
Aw, they're closing Ford's Theatre for 18 months. They do some good stuff there.
Isabel just got epaulement, as did I. The word epaule (with an accent aigu over the first e) means "shoulder" in English. "Epaulettes" are those things worn on the shoulder of uniforms.
You know you're good when you spell laquear. A kid from Canada just blazed through rognon.
cyanophycean. A blue-green alga. I would have gotten the cyan- part from the definition. Greek means it's -phy-. The rest would've killed me. The -cean ending is tough. She missed it. Got the ending wrong. Really hard.
The Canadian kid in the final two says he "metaphorically picks the wings off the butterflies in his stomach", according to Robin Roberts. Yowza. The word vituline seems to be giving him trouble. If he misses, the other kid still has to spell another word correctly to win it. The competition can't end on a missed word, they say. Like "proving it" in a game of H-O-R-S-E. He got it.
ABC has Robin Roberts, Stuart Scott, Mike Golic, and Mike Greenberg working this event. You've come a long way, baby.
If ever you wanted to see "I Dreamed a Dream" sung in Japanese, here's your chance.
Oh come on. It looks like they're going to commercial after every round. There's two kids left! Each round takes maybe three minutes now. Let them go for a while. Jerks.
The Canadian kid missed coryza, but the polymath Evan still has to get serrefine. I bet he knows it. He does.
Coming up next: Grey's Anatomy. Bleh. I'm not saying it's a bad show, I just don't care about it at all. My cousin watched it over last summer. It's great, intense, personal drama which I try to avoid at all costs
Evan doesn't seem too excited. Either he expected to win all along or it's taking a long time to set in. Stuart Scott asked if he wanted to reassess his opinion of the Spelling Bee now that he won. "Am I supposed to say I like it now?" Ha! Congratulations, Evan.
I don't believe I've talked about this before in any length, but I love the National Spelling Bee. I was a good speller in school and like to watch other kids go at it. I was nowhere near as good as these guys and girls are, though. The competition has become popular enough to be televised in prime time on ABC. One contestant just missed girolle, but the next one just got rascacio.
Here's a Slate article about how bees work in some other countries. Here's one about whether religious girls have more or less sex.
I highly recommend the movie Spellbound, if you haven't seen it. It follows about nine kids through their regional competitions and into the nationals. I think it's fantastic.
There's the girl from Texas whose parents are Mexican immigrants who have been here 25 years but don't speak any English ("That's just lazy!" a friend of mine said). Her brother's got a thick, thick Texas accent. And here she is, competing in the National Spelling Bee.
A little kid from New York (if I remember correctly) who Tony Kornheiser would call a "twitching little freak". He makes all sorts of strange faces and sounds while spelling.
An Indian kid whose sister actually won the competition a few years before, so he has the added pressure of living up to her standard. His dad hired coaches in Spanish, German and French so he could figure out what words are supposed to look like in different languages.
There's a girl from DC that they follow as well. She just studies after school with one of her teachers, nothing fancy.
Other words missed so far: zacate and bouleuterion.
Stuart Scott is interviewing kids backstage after they get eliminated. I think that's a little bit much.
They just gave this kid the word punaise, leading to the following exchange:
Kid: "Aw, geez."
Reader: "It's another word for bedbug."
Kid: "I like bedbug better."
He got it right. Great look on his face when he found out he got it right.
Urgrund is up next. A little tricky, because sometimes in German the d takes a sound more like t in English. Toughie. She missed it when she added a t to the end.
Cilice. A word which gained a certain amount of publicity when it was talked about in The Da Vinci Code. The albino assassin guy wore won as a sort of permanent penance. She missed it.
This girl just asked for the word origin of pelorus, and the reader said it was "unknown". That doesn't seem--I don't want to say "fair"--but come on. That's a real kick in the balls.
The last two movies I've seen have been Spiderman 3 and Once. S3 is okay. Good action, so-so acting, meh story, some funny parts. There's a scene I think is really funny with Bruce Campbell in a French restaurant, and anything in any Spiderman scene with J.K. Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson is great.
Geez, another word with unknown origin. But the kid got rigaree.
Ooh, I bet there are people out there loving Isabel Jacobson, who says one of her favorite words is kakistocracy, which means "rule by the worst people possible". She got helodes correct.
"I don't really like it. I just have to be in it." Yowza. Evan O'Dorney just laid down the hammer. He likes math and music better, he says. And he just nailed schuhplattler.
I think there has to be more than just family present at the competition. There's a pretty big crowd there. I'd love to go.
"You really have to know your German elements to get this word." Well, I do know my German elements, but I would've been killed by abseil.
Fauchard. I got that one, but the kid left off the d. The kid before missed cachalot by one letter, putting an e in place of the second a.
Aw, they're closing Ford's Theatre for 18 months. They do some good stuff there.
Isabel just got epaulement, as did I. The word epaule (with an accent aigu over the first e) means "shoulder" in English. "Epaulettes" are those things worn on the shoulder of uniforms.
You know you're good when you spell laquear. A kid from Canada just blazed through rognon.
cyanophycean. A blue-green alga. I would have gotten the cyan- part from the definition. Greek means it's -phy-. The rest would've killed me. The -cean ending is tough. She missed it. Got the ending wrong. Really hard.
The Canadian kid in the final two says he "metaphorically picks the wings off the butterflies in his stomach", according to Robin Roberts. Yowza. The word vituline seems to be giving him trouble. If he misses, the other kid still has to spell another word correctly to win it. The competition can't end on a missed word, they say. Like "proving it" in a game of H-O-R-S-E. He got it.
ABC has Robin Roberts, Stuart Scott, Mike Golic, and Mike Greenberg working this event. You've come a long way, baby.
If ever you wanted to see "I Dreamed a Dream" sung in Japanese, here's your chance.
Oh come on. It looks like they're going to commercial after every round. There's two kids left! Each round takes maybe three minutes now. Let them go for a while. Jerks.
The Canadian kid missed coryza, but the polymath Evan still has to get serrefine. I bet he knows it. He does.
Coming up next: Grey's Anatomy. Bleh. I'm not saying it's a bad show, I just don't care about it at all. My cousin watched it over last summer. It's great, intense, personal drama which I try to avoid at all costs
Evan doesn't seem too excited. Either he expected to win all along or it's taking a long time to set in. Stuart Scott asked if he wanted to reassess his opinion of the Spelling Bee now that he won. "Am I supposed to say I like it now?" Ha! Congratulations, Evan.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
The Short Long Weekend
Long because I took a day off to go to New Orleans for the Jazz Fest, short because I spent chunks of two days traveling.
I flew through Houston, which has the greatest airport in the world. It has both a Popeyes and a Shipley Donuts, which gives it the best chicken and the best donuts in the world. People around here talk about Krispy Kreme and Dunkin' Donuts, and they're good. But they can't hold a candle to Shipley's.
We stayed in the convent with some Marianite nuns. You know when you stay with nuns, it's going to be nice and clean. Friday night we at a place called Ye Olde College Inn, where I had trout meuniere. Next time I may try some else, but I love anything that has "meuniere" attached to it.
You can see the schedule for the day I was at the Jazz Fest here. We started at the gospel tent with the Zulu Gospel Ensemble. Then I wandered over to see the last song by Bonsoir Catin at the Fais Do Do stage. Four talented girls doing it well. They sang a song that seemed to have the words "mon pickup truck" at the end of each line. Love that.
Then over to see Groove Academy at Congo Square. Sounded a little bluesy-funk to me, but I could be wrong. After a few songs I went over to the Jazz Heritage Stage to see the Mahogany Brass Band. I love brass bands. They seem to be made up of the kind of guys who will play all night till the joint shuts down. And the music seemingly never stops. They play a song, and when the song is done, the music keeps going and then another song starts.
Economy Hall tent was packed for the New Leviathan Oriental Foxtrot Orchestra, which is a great name. They dressed like Navy guys and played what sounded to me like the kind of old, old-timey jazz that people would sit around and listen to on the radio in the 1940s. Speaking of great names, I was sorry to miss out on seeing Rockin' Dopsie and the Zydeco Twisters.
I went back over to the Jazz Heritage stage to see the NewBirth Brass Band, which might be the biggest I've seen. I think they had about fifteen guys on stage with trumpets, guitars, trombones, tambourines, saxophones, drums, and maybe four or five other things. Really good.
We closed out the day with Norah Jones at Gentilly stage. Huge crowd. She's got about four songs that I really like (Turn Me On and Lonestar are probably my favorites), and Wikipedia says she's sold about 30 million albums, so she's good. But man was she BORING. She's nice and calm and easygoing, which would be okay if she was playing in front of fifty people in a dining room. With thousands and thousands spread over a big expanse, it just doesn't work. We left about thirty minutes in because she was so dull.
I think it speaks well for the Jazz Fest that they can have Norah Jones, Ludacris, and Rod Stewart all closing out the day on separate stages. The next day it was Brad Paisley, Jill Scott and Bonnie Raitt.
I flew through Houston, which has the greatest airport in the world. It has both a Popeyes and a Shipley Donuts, which gives it the best chicken and the best donuts in the world. People around here talk about Krispy Kreme and Dunkin' Donuts, and they're good. But they can't hold a candle to Shipley's.
We stayed in the convent with some Marianite nuns. You know when you stay with nuns, it's going to be nice and clean. Friday night we at a place called Ye Olde College Inn, where I had trout meuniere. Next time I may try some else, but I love anything that has "meuniere" attached to it.
You can see the schedule for the day I was at the Jazz Fest here. We started at the gospel tent with the Zulu Gospel Ensemble. Then I wandered over to see the last song by Bonsoir Catin at the Fais Do Do stage. Four talented girls doing it well. They sang a song that seemed to have the words "mon pickup truck" at the end of each line. Love that.
Then over to see Groove Academy at Congo Square. Sounded a little bluesy-funk to me, but I could be wrong. After a few songs I went over to the Jazz Heritage Stage to see the Mahogany Brass Band. I love brass bands. They seem to be made up of the kind of guys who will play all night till the joint shuts down. And the music seemingly never stops. They play a song, and when the song is done, the music keeps going and then another song starts.
Economy Hall tent was packed for the New Leviathan Oriental Foxtrot Orchestra, which is a great name. They dressed like Navy guys and played what sounded to me like the kind of old, old-timey jazz that people would sit around and listen to on the radio in the 1940s. Speaking of great names, I was sorry to miss out on seeing Rockin' Dopsie and the Zydeco Twisters.
I went back over to the Jazz Heritage stage to see the NewBirth Brass Band, which might be the biggest I've seen. I think they had about fifteen guys on stage with trumpets, guitars, trombones, tambourines, saxophones, drums, and maybe four or five other things. Really good.
We closed out the day with Norah Jones at Gentilly stage. Huge crowd. She's got about four songs that I really like (Turn Me On and Lonestar are probably my favorites), and Wikipedia says she's sold about 30 million albums, so she's good. But man was she BORING. She's nice and calm and easygoing, which would be okay if she was playing in front of fifty people in a dining room. With thousands and thousands spread over a big expanse, it just doesn't work. We left about thirty minutes in because she was so dull.
I think it speaks well for the Jazz Fest that they can have Norah Jones, Ludacris, and Rod Stewart all closing out the day on separate stages. The next day it was Brad Paisley, Jill Scott and Bonnie Raitt.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Weekend After Busy Weekend
It's been busy on weekends. Jeezum crickets, what have I been doing?
Last weekend I had one of the great alone days since I've been in this area. Took me down to Chinatown for Chipotle, then to see Hot Fuzz, which was really funny. I think it was funnier than Shaun of the Dead. It makes fun of big action cop movies, but changes the setting to a small town in England. It's actually got a lot of people you've seen around in this and that. And for whatever reason, I never would've recognized Timothy Dalton if I hadn't seen his name in the credits. I totally missed that one. I knew he looked familiar, I just couldn't pin him down.
Haagen Dazs on the way out to make the walk a little more pleasant. Saw a girl in there who I should have offered to buy ice cream. Anyway, it was a gorgeous day, the first great weather weekend of the year. I walked around the National Mall for about three hours, just watching people and enjoying everything. Finally, it was off to Pentagon City and the first Popeyes I'd had since Lent ended. Magical.
Back into DC for a few hours at SOTW. The bartender ate four saltines in under a minute, which is a great accomplishment. I freaked out the waitress by showing her the "short arm trick". The rest of the evening was very pleasant.
Sunday my cousin and I went to the Kennedy Center to see Coriolanus, which was very good. It ought to be, since it was put on by the Royal Shakespeare Company. It's always nice when you look at the playbill and see a listing that says, "Patron: Her Majesty The Queen". When I see things like plays or musicals, I tend to go in just thinking about the acting and storyline. I forget about the production itself and how they change the scenes and set the backdrop for different times and places. It was very well done and did a great job of enhancing the action, drama, or emotion of each scene.
After the play we went over to Eastern Market. The food was good. It's an active neighborhood. Our waitress was cute. She was nice. She was from the Midwest. And she was terrible. I won't name her or the place, since I don't want her to somehow get in trouble. But man she was awful. Did I mention she was nice? She needs to quit that job and come live with me.
I'm going to run to bed so I'll talk about New Orleans and the Jazz Fest later.
Last weekend I had one of the great alone days since I've been in this area. Took me down to Chinatown for Chipotle, then to see Hot Fuzz, which was really funny. I think it was funnier than Shaun of the Dead. It makes fun of big action cop movies, but changes the setting to a small town in England. It's actually got a lot of people you've seen around in this and that. And for whatever reason, I never would've recognized Timothy Dalton if I hadn't seen his name in the credits. I totally missed that one. I knew he looked familiar, I just couldn't pin him down.
Haagen Dazs on the way out to make the walk a little more pleasant. Saw a girl in there who I should have offered to buy ice cream. Anyway, it was a gorgeous day, the first great weather weekend of the year. I walked around the National Mall for about three hours, just watching people and enjoying everything. Finally, it was off to Pentagon City and the first Popeyes I'd had since Lent ended. Magical.
Back into DC for a few hours at SOTW. The bartender ate four saltines in under a minute, which is a great accomplishment. I freaked out the waitress by showing her the "short arm trick". The rest of the evening was very pleasant.
Sunday my cousin and I went to the Kennedy Center to see Coriolanus, which was very good. It ought to be, since it was put on by the Royal Shakespeare Company. It's always nice when you look at the playbill and see a listing that says, "Patron: Her Majesty The Queen". When I see things like plays or musicals, I tend to go in just thinking about the acting and storyline. I forget about the production itself and how they change the scenes and set the backdrop for different times and places. It was very well done and did a great job of enhancing the action, drama, or emotion of each scene.
After the play we went over to Eastern Market. The food was good. It's an active neighborhood. Our waitress was cute. She was nice. She was from the Midwest. And she was terrible. I won't name her or the place, since I don't want her to somehow get in trouble. But man she was awful. Did I mention she was nice? She needs to quit that job and come live with me.
I'm going to run to bed so I'll talk about New Orleans and the Jazz Fest later.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
April 14
I spent most of the day in downtown DC. The Freer Gallery was running a free anime marathon, so I went to the first film. As a result I got to see the grand epic of Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Movie. Reagan Building for lunch, then wandered around the street festival for the Cherry Blossom Festival. A group of drummers and dancers was performing on the big stage. They were pretty good.
I moseyed on over to J-Pop Land and watched Mitsu Massyu. I think they pulled off something pretty tough: it was really, really, really loud but still managed to be pleasant. I could actually see myself listening to this stuff at home. I wouldn't understand a single thing, but it was nice. Speaking of not understanding a thing:
It seemed like only one member of the band spoke English, the male guitar player, but he didn't really do any talking. The lead girl did most of that. The thing I really liked is that for the most part she didn't even try to speak English. She just went on and did her thing in Japanese. There seemed to be plenty of people there who understood her, and not just native Japanese folks. (I did understand whenever she said "Genki deska", which is like "How are you?". Standard reply: "WOOOOOO!!") Now and then she'd say a couple of things in English and the crowd would go wild. Reminded me of what they say about Americans traveling in foreign countries like Italy or Germany. If you even try to speak the native language, they love you.
After that it was off to Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theaters. The song at the beginning was worth a big chunk of the price of admission. There's no point in me talking about the rest. You can see Stephen Hunter's review here. Or the Slate review here.
Then it was back over to the street festival for more Mitsu Massyu, this time on the big stage.
I started a sort of one-man, metro-based mini bar crawl. A burger and a couple of drinks at Sign of the Whale started the evening. A traveling salesman bought a round of shots, so I asked for Wild Turkey (puts a fire in your belly, it does). The bartender suggested Wild Turkey Honey. Very nice. Instead of setting your eyes on fire, it sort of makes the area under them warm and tingly. I'll have to try that stuff again. Went to Whitlow's for a drink, which was a complete waste of time. Whitlow's is loud and crowded, and there is absolutely nothing going on unless you're there with a group of people. Then over to Bailey's for a couple more drinks and watched a few games on TV. That sort of crawl is a nice idea, but I've got some refining to do before it's as good as it can be.
Sunday I sat on my butt all day and didn't do anything except a little laundry. WHEEEEEE!
I moseyed on over to J-Pop Land and watched Mitsu Massyu. I think they pulled off something pretty tough: it was really, really, really loud but still managed to be pleasant. I could actually see myself listening to this stuff at home. I wouldn't understand a single thing, but it was nice. Speaking of not understanding a thing:
It seemed like only one member of the band spoke English, the male guitar player, but he didn't really do any talking. The lead girl did most of that. The thing I really liked is that for the most part she didn't even try to speak English. She just went on and did her thing in Japanese. There seemed to be plenty of people there who understood her, and not just native Japanese folks. (I did understand whenever she said "Genki deska", which is like "How are you?". Standard reply: "WOOOOOO!!") Now and then she'd say a couple of things in English and the crowd would go wild. Reminded me of what they say about Americans traveling in foreign countries like Italy or Germany. If you even try to speak the native language, they love you.
After that it was off to Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theaters. The song at the beginning was worth a big chunk of the price of admission. There's no point in me talking about the rest. You can see Stephen Hunter's review here. Or the Slate review here.
Then it was back over to the street festival for more Mitsu Massyu, this time on the big stage.
I started a sort of one-man, metro-based mini bar crawl. A burger and a couple of drinks at Sign of the Whale started the evening. A traveling salesman bought a round of shots, so I asked for Wild Turkey (puts a fire in your belly, it does). The bartender suggested Wild Turkey Honey. Very nice. Instead of setting your eyes on fire, it sort of makes the area under them warm and tingly. I'll have to try that stuff again. Went to Whitlow's for a drink, which was a complete waste of time. Whitlow's is loud and crowded, and there is absolutely nothing going on unless you're there with a group of people. Then over to Bailey's for a couple more drinks and watched a few games on TV. That sort of crawl is a nice idea, but I've got some refining to do before it's as good as it can be.
Sunday I sat on my butt all day and didn't do anything except a little laundry. WHEEEEEE!
Ptooey! Beijing 2008
The New York Times today has a pretty interesting article about the efforts of the Chinese government to get residents of Beijing to clean up their acts before the Olympics come calling in 2008. Highlights:
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Last week, the city commemorated “Queuing Day,” an event held on the 11th of every month because the date symbolizes an orderly line. Volunteers wearing satin Queuing Day sashes shooed rush-hour commuters into lines at busy subway stations, while hospital administrators and a few city officials handed out long-stemmed roses to patients who stood in line to pay their bills or pick up medicines.
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Public spitting is a frequent practice in Beijing and even more common elsewhere in China. (The sinus-clearing, phlegmy pre-spit hawking sound is so common that one foreigner wryly dubbed it “the national anthem of China.”)
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English translations on signs are considered fashionable and good advertising, as well as a gracious gesture to foreigners baffled by Chinese characters. But until recently, the attention paid to the accuracy of the translation was, at best, uneven. Consider that a local theme park about China’s ethnic minorities was initially promoted in English as “Racist Park.”
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Tony Kornheiser pointed out this morning that the Pulitzer Prize in criticism went to a man named Jonathan Gold, who is the restaurant critic for LA Weekly. Tony said that the DC equivalent of this was someone winning from City Paper. You can see samples of Gold's writing here. One day I'll move back to Natchitoches and win one writing for the Natchitoches Times.
I'm reading the Aeneid right now. If you decide to read both the Aeneid and the Iliad, read the former first. If you start with the Iliad, you'll only be disappointed in the Aeneid. It's like it was written by a 5th grader compared to the Iliad. From what I've heard, it's like visiting both Australia and New Zealand. "They" say to do Australia first.
I bought my first item off of itunes over the weekend: The 2007 Sugar Bowl: LSU 41, Notre Dame 14.
Chris Richardson told Simon tonight on Idol that "nasal is a singing style" after Simon described his performance as "nasally" for the umpteenth time in a row. I suppose this could technically be correct. But surely Chris realizes that you sing through your nose when you don't have a good voice.
Ach, Bones is a rerun tomorrow. A good one, though. One more thing before I get on to talking about my weekend:
The song "Turn Me On" by Norah Jones is wonderful.
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Last week, the city commemorated “Queuing Day,” an event held on the 11th of every month because the date symbolizes an orderly line. Volunteers wearing satin Queuing Day sashes shooed rush-hour commuters into lines at busy subway stations, while hospital administrators and a few city officials handed out long-stemmed roses to patients who stood in line to pay their bills or pick up medicines.
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Public spitting is a frequent practice in Beijing and even more common elsewhere in China. (The sinus-clearing, phlegmy pre-spit hawking sound is so common that one foreigner wryly dubbed it “the national anthem of China.”)
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English translations on signs are considered fashionable and good advertising, as well as a gracious gesture to foreigners baffled by Chinese characters. But until recently, the attention paid to the accuracy of the translation was, at best, uneven. Consider that a local theme park about China’s ethnic minorities was initially promoted in English as “Racist Park.”
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Tony Kornheiser pointed out this morning that the Pulitzer Prize in criticism went to a man named Jonathan Gold, who is the restaurant critic for LA Weekly. Tony said that the DC equivalent of this was someone winning from City Paper. You can see samples of Gold's writing here. One day I'll move back to Natchitoches and win one writing for the Natchitoches Times.
I'm reading the Aeneid right now. If you decide to read both the Aeneid and the Iliad, read the former first. If you start with the Iliad, you'll only be disappointed in the Aeneid. It's like it was written by a 5th grader compared to the Iliad. From what I've heard, it's like visiting both Australia and New Zealand. "They" say to do Australia first.
I bought my first item off of itunes over the weekend: The 2007 Sugar Bowl: LSU 41, Notre Dame 14.
Chris Richardson told Simon tonight on Idol that "nasal is a singing style" after Simon described his performance as "nasally" for the umpteenth time in a row. I suppose this could technically be correct. But surely Chris realizes that you sing through your nose when you don't have a good voice.
Ach, Bones is a rerun tomorrow. A good one, though. One more thing before I get on to talking about my weekend:
The song "Turn Me On" by Norah Jones is wonderful.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
The Elephant in the Room
On March 24, the Rutgers women's basketball team beat Duke by one point to advance to the Elite Eight in the women's tournament. On December 4, they had lost to Duke by forty points. That's a pretty big turnaround within the same season, and done against the #1 team in the country. Well done.
The Scarlet Knights next ran over Arizona State to make the Final Four, then the Lady Tigers of LSU in the national semifinal game (sigh) to make the title game on April 3rd. So you've got to figure that from the night of April 1st all the way through the Tennessee game, and even after they lost, the players from Rutgers must've been feeling pretty good. Cloud nine, maybe. Probably the greatest season in the history of their team, though I admit my knowledge of Rutgers women's basketball lore is thin at best. With so many of their players only freshmen, there were good feelings all around about the present and future of the team. Life is good, right?
On the morning of April 4, a 66-year-old white man with a nationally syndicated radio/TV show called them "nappy-headed hos", and all hell broke loose.
Before I get to what I think, let's browse a little and see what some other people are saying. Here is Jemele Hill's article on espn.com. The only part I'd comment on is this:
"In case you're wondering, I would have been equally outraged if Imus were black, Asian, Latino, Portuguese or Italian. The ethnicity or skin color of the perpetrator matters none." (my italics)
I disagree. The ethnicity or skin color shouldn't matter, but it does. Should has nothing to do with it. An old white guy called black college girls "nappy-headed hos". One of his lackeys (also white) used the term "jigaboos vs. wannabees". Another lackey (also white)--who had already been fired from the show for outlandishly vile comments (Yes, they apparently thought it was okay to bring him back. Genius)--said the girls looked like the Toronto Raptors. He's the same guy who said that Serena Williams would fit better in National Geographic than Playboy.
Even though Jemele Hill is a black woman saying that the ethnicity doesn't matter, I have to think that there are a lot of black people around the country watching and reading about this, seeing a two week suspension, and thinking that these white guys are skating away from repercussions again.
Here's the New York Times story:
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Today he said that the phrases he used “originated in the black community. ... I may be a white man, but I know that these young women and young black women all through that society are demeaned and degraded by their own black men and that they are called that name.”
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That's gutlessly passing the buck, and undoes a lot of the supposed fence-mending he did with his rambling apologies. Origins are irrelevant in this case. Hip hop is irrelevant in this case. What black men do is irrelevant. What is relevant is what YOU, DON IMUS said trying to be funny. As David Aldridge said on Mr. Tony's show this morning, "What was the joke? What exactly did he think was funny?"
Here is the Lisa de Moraes column in the Washington Post.
"Yesterday's activities included issuing his longest "apology" to date on his radio show while (you saw this one coming) chatting up the number of minority kids who come to his camp for cancer patients in New Mexico."
There has been, and probably will be, a very long line of friends and allies of Imus coming to his defense and pointing out all the good things he has done for the less fortunate and all the money he has raised for various charitable causes. I'm sure it's all 100% true. It's also 100% irrelevant.
I picked a random blog to look at by googling [Don Imus offensive history]. I came up with this.
"The problem for Imus is that he is white and insulted blacks. The reverse is acceptable. His transgression is not. Black hip hop music, videos and humor has degraded all standards to the bottom. Language or epithets commonly used by black entertainers are far worse than used by Imus."
Aside from also passing the buck to black entertainers for saying worse things, he's wrong in saying, "The reverse is acceptable." It's not acceptable for black people to say insulting things about white people. It doesn't cause as much outrage for a variety of historical reasons, but that doesn't make it acceptable.
Now on to what I think:
The best part of this whole story from a very, very selfish point of view is that it introduced me to Heather Zurich:
The Scarlet Knights next ran over Arizona State to make the Final Four, then the Lady Tigers of LSU in the national semifinal game (sigh) to make the title game on April 3rd. So you've got to figure that from the night of April 1st all the way through the Tennessee game, and even after they lost, the players from Rutgers must've been feeling pretty good. Cloud nine, maybe. Probably the greatest season in the history of their team, though I admit my knowledge of Rutgers women's basketball lore is thin at best. With so many of their players only freshmen, there were good feelings all around about the present and future of the team. Life is good, right?
On the morning of April 4, a 66-year-old white man with a nationally syndicated radio/TV show called them "nappy-headed hos", and all hell broke loose.
Before I get to what I think, let's browse a little and see what some other people are saying. Here is Jemele Hill's article on espn.com. The only part I'd comment on is this:
"In case you're wondering, I would have been equally outraged if Imus were black, Asian, Latino, Portuguese or Italian. The ethnicity or skin color of the perpetrator matters none." (my italics)
I disagree. The ethnicity or skin color shouldn't matter, but it does. Should has nothing to do with it. An old white guy called black college girls "nappy-headed hos". One of his lackeys (also white) used the term "jigaboos vs. wannabees". Another lackey (also white)--who had already been fired from the show for outlandishly vile comments (Yes, they apparently thought it was okay to bring him back. Genius)--said the girls looked like the Toronto Raptors. He's the same guy who said that Serena Williams would fit better in National Geographic than Playboy.
Even though Jemele Hill is a black woman saying that the ethnicity doesn't matter, I have to think that there are a lot of black people around the country watching and reading about this, seeing a two week suspension, and thinking that these white guys are skating away from repercussions again.
Here's the New York Times story:
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Today he said that the phrases he used “originated in the black community. ... I may be a white man, but I know that these young women and young black women all through that society are demeaned and degraded by their own black men and that they are called that name.”
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That's gutlessly passing the buck, and undoes a lot of the supposed fence-mending he did with his rambling apologies. Origins are irrelevant in this case. Hip hop is irrelevant in this case. What black men do is irrelevant. What is relevant is what YOU, DON IMUS said trying to be funny. As David Aldridge said on Mr. Tony's show this morning, "What was the joke? What exactly did he think was funny?"
Here is the Lisa de Moraes column in the Washington Post.
"Yesterday's activities included issuing his longest "apology" to date on his radio show while (you saw this one coming) chatting up the number of minority kids who come to his camp for cancer patients in New Mexico."
There has been, and probably will be, a very long line of friends and allies of Imus coming to his defense and pointing out all the good things he has done for the less fortunate and all the money he has raised for various charitable causes. I'm sure it's all 100% true. It's also 100% irrelevant.
I picked a random blog to look at by googling [Don Imus offensive history]. I came up with this.
"The problem for Imus is that he is white and insulted blacks. The reverse is acceptable. His transgression is not. Black hip hop music, videos and humor has degraded all standards to the bottom. Language or epithets commonly used by black entertainers are far worse than used by Imus."
Aside from also passing the buck to black entertainers for saying worse things, he's wrong in saying, "The reverse is acceptable." It's not acceptable for black people to say insulting things about white people. It doesn't cause as much outrage for a variety of historical reasons, but that doesn't make it acceptable.
Now on to what I think:
The best part of this whole story from a very, very selfish point of view is that it introduced me to Heather Zurich:
I think she's cute.
I've heard some people say that Imus and crew have said a lot of stuff way worse than this and got away with it. This tells me that his show has been cruel, vulgar, and pretty low for a long time. And got away with it for a long time.
Here's a difference: these are all young college girls probably age 18-21. They're not politicians. Not pro athletes. Not journalists or reporters. Not infamous criminals. Not anything at that level. This isn't a level playing field. They can't fight back the way other targets can. They can't hold a press conference every day and blast Don Imus. They don't have radio shows or nationally prominent blogs or columns. And they certainly didn't do anything to deserve being attacked, apparently other than playing against Tennesse in the national title game. Imus and his lackeys going after them is like a crocodile going after kittens.
My favorite quote so far:
"I would like to speak to him personally and ... ask him, after you've met me personally, do you still feel in this category that I'm still a 'ho' as a woman and as a black, African-American woman at that?" said Kia Vaughn, a sophomore center. "I achieve a lot, and unless they have given this name of 'ho' a new definition, then that is not what I am."
To me, Bernard McGuirk saying "jigaboos vs. wannabees" is even worse than what Imus said, and I don't care if he was quoting a Spike Lee movie or not. "Jigaboo" is a terrible word and is certainly not fit to be used on radio, TV or anything remotely resembling polite company. Of course, nobody ever said that the Imus show was anywhere near "polite company", did they?
The "this is free speech, deal with it" argument has surfaced some in reasoning why Imus should not be fired. Yes, this is free speech. No, nothing illegal has taken place. But as often occurs, the First Amendment is being incorrectly applied. I haven't heard anyone say that he should go to jail. But I'm willing to bet that the radio station could fire him right now and not face any legal liability. What he did may not have been "wrong" in the legal sense of the word. But in the moral sense, it was absolutely wrong. People are screaming about it, and they should scream. He's being roasted over the fire, and he should be. He does have the legal right to say what he wants. But no one has the legal right to say the kinds of things he said and reasonably expect to keep his job. Some people out there need to stop adhering to the notion that just because no actual crime has been committed, that nothing wrong has really taken place.
That's about all for now. I'm heading to bed. Next time, maybe I'll talk about Colin Cowherd deciding to randomly shut down people's blogs.
Five Days Till Tax Day
I got my taxes done, so I guess I should mail the checks in pretty soon.
They're doing Latin music night on American Idol (alas, no Gregorian chants) and everybody stinks so far, in my humble opinion. Of course, Haley hasn't come out and jiggled her jigglies yet.
What's been going on? Let's see:
Florida won the NCAA tournament for the second straight year. At the moment, they are the two-time champs in basketball and the current champ in college football. As the Crocodile Gang boss said in Kung Fu Hustle, "Is there no justice? Is there no law?"
Ah, here comes Haley. Very short shorts. Can't sing worth a darn, poor thing. Can't understand a word of what she's saying.
Nancy Pelosi went to Syria and supposedly did so in "defiance" of the White House. Like there's anything the President can do to stop her. Or that there are any repercussions for going to Syria besides looking like you're kowtowing to Assad. What can Bush do? Nuthin'. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Some people were upset that she brought along a scarf in order to use as a head cover in certain situations. "You're giving in to the Muslims!" I look at it this way: the US Ambassador to the Vatican used to be Lindy Boggs. It is customary for women to wear a veil or some sort of head covering when meeting the Pope. When Boggs did so, I didn't hear anyone screaming that the United States was capitulating to the Holy See. Maybe I wasn't paying enough attention.
It sort of reminds me of when Stephen Colbert ripped Bush apart at the correspondents' dinner and people said what a courageous thing he did with the President right there. Again, what could happen to him? This isn't Russia, where the "President" will have you killed if you piss him off.
For whatever reason, the final eight on Idol this season seem really weak. The trend of the contestants getting better and better each year seems to have hit a bump. I hope they ditch Latin week in future seasons. I can't think of a single Latin song that would sound good on this show.
I went to Mass at St. Matthew's Cathedral in DC on Sunday. It was packed, so I was in a little side chapel where I couldn't really see anything. It's okay, I know what happens. I've seen it before.
Anyway, I was sitting in a temporary chair setup they'd put in for extra people. An older lady sat down on the steps next to the mini-altar thingy (technical term) in front a great sculpture in the chapel. A little bit later a girl sat down on the steps as well. When we all sat down, I asked the lady if she would like to sit down in a seat, so she switched with me. I had an extra song/liturgy pamphlet, so I gave it to the girl.
Sanjaya doesn't sound as terrible as usual, maybe because he's singing in Spanish. Maybe that's the secret. Oh, he just switched to English. Bad.
At the end of Mass, I was standing on the steps waiting for people to clear out. The girl stopped by me on her way out and thanked me for the pamphlet. "No problem." Then she sort of caught me off guard when she also thanked me for giving my seat to the older lady. "Well, it just didn't seem right" for me to be sitting when she wasn't. I was actually a little embarrassed, though I can't say why (though the fact that she was gorgeous might have something to do with it). She said it was a very nice thing to do and that not everyone would have done it. She thanked me again and wished me a Happy Easter. It made me feel about ten feet tall and made me think that maybe I'm not such a bad guy after all.
After Mass I met up with my cousin and we went to see Reign Over Me, which was funnier than I expected. I wouldn't have seen it without somebody to go with, but it's pretty good. Don Cheadle is good. Adam Sandler wasn't bad. It's got the incredibly attractive Saffron Burrows, who was Andromache in Troy. We wandered over to the Hirshhorn, around the Tidal Basin, and up to M Street for dinner at Daily Grill.
I'll save the elephant in the room for my next post.
They're doing Latin music night on American Idol (alas, no Gregorian chants) and everybody stinks so far, in my humble opinion. Of course, Haley hasn't come out and jiggled her jigglies yet.
What's been going on? Let's see:
Florida won the NCAA tournament for the second straight year. At the moment, they are the two-time champs in basketball and the current champ in college football. As the Crocodile Gang boss said in Kung Fu Hustle, "Is there no justice? Is there no law?"
Ah, here comes Haley. Very short shorts. Can't sing worth a darn, poor thing. Can't understand a word of what she's saying.
Nancy Pelosi went to Syria and supposedly did so in "defiance" of the White House. Like there's anything the President can do to stop her. Or that there are any repercussions for going to Syria besides looking like you're kowtowing to Assad. What can Bush do? Nuthin'. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Some people were upset that she brought along a scarf in order to use as a head cover in certain situations. "You're giving in to the Muslims!" I look at it this way: the US Ambassador to the Vatican used to be Lindy Boggs. It is customary for women to wear a veil or some sort of head covering when meeting the Pope. When Boggs did so, I didn't hear anyone screaming that the United States was capitulating to the Holy See. Maybe I wasn't paying enough attention.
It sort of reminds me of when Stephen Colbert ripped Bush apart at the correspondents' dinner and people said what a courageous thing he did with the President right there. Again, what could happen to him? This isn't Russia, where the "President" will have you killed if you piss him off.
For whatever reason, the final eight on Idol this season seem really weak. The trend of the contestants getting better and better each year seems to have hit a bump. I hope they ditch Latin week in future seasons. I can't think of a single Latin song that would sound good on this show.
I went to Mass at St. Matthew's Cathedral in DC on Sunday. It was packed, so I was in a little side chapel where I couldn't really see anything. It's okay, I know what happens. I've seen it before.
Anyway, I was sitting in a temporary chair setup they'd put in for extra people. An older lady sat down on the steps next to the mini-altar thingy (technical term) in front a great sculpture in the chapel. A little bit later a girl sat down on the steps as well. When we all sat down, I asked the lady if she would like to sit down in a seat, so she switched with me. I had an extra song/liturgy pamphlet, so I gave it to the girl.
Sanjaya doesn't sound as terrible as usual, maybe because he's singing in Spanish. Maybe that's the secret. Oh, he just switched to English. Bad.
At the end of Mass, I was standing on the steps waiting for people to clear out. The girl stopped by me on her way out and thanked me for the pamphlet. "No problem." Then she sort of caught me off guard when she also thanked me for giving my seat to the older lady. "Well, it just didn't seem right" for me to be sitting when she wasn't. I was actually a little embarrassed, though I can't say why (though the fact that she was gorgeous might have something to do with it). She said it was a very nice thing to do and that not everyone would have done it. She thanked me again and wished me a Happy Easter. It made me feel about ten feet tall and made me think that maybe I'm not such a bad guy after all.
After Mass I met up with my cousin and we went to see Reign Over Me, which was funnier than I expected. I wouldn't have seen it without somebody to go with, but it's pretty good. Don Cheadle is good. Adam Sandler wasn't bad. It's got the incredibly attractive Saffron Burrows, who was Andromache in Troy. We wandered over to the Hirshhorn, around the Tidal Basin, and up to M Street for dinner at Daily Grill.
I'll save the elephant in the room for my next post.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls...
...Children of All Ages! Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey proudly bring to you The Greatest Show on Earth!
I had the great pleasure of going to the Verizon Center yesterday and see the circus that had come to town. My recurring impression of it every time I think about it is that is was just so...pleasant. I mean, I really, really enjoyed myself. I know that a lot of it was corny and a sort of scripted sentimentality, but I have to admit I fell for it. It may have had something to do with the fact that I hadn't been to a circus in a long, long time. A quick rundown of what they had to offer:
Chinese Acrobats
I learned a long time ago that there's no point in clapping for Chinese Acrobats. They came to perform at NSU several years ago and put on a show. Here's how I remember it:
They do something incredible, so you clap. Then they do something even more incredible, so you clap harder. Then they do something that beats that by a mile and a half so you clap as hard as you can. They they do something better than that and you stand up and clap and cheer. Next time you go absolutely nuts. Then they do ten more things, each one more amazing than the next. So where do you from there as an audience member? It's a dilemma, I tell you. They got on each other's backs and flung hats around. They jumped from swings onto ropes and through cages and went all over the place. They flipped each other and tumbled and built human ladders. All the stuff you'd expect. "Don't they fall?" No. Of course not. They never, ever fall.
Herkules
The Strongest Man in the World! Sure. He stretches springs that two normal men can't budge. He pulls an elephant about 15 feet. And he lets a jeep drive over his stomach very quickly. Kind of boring, but it's nice to see they still use one of the old standards.
Horses
And not just horses, but horses being ridden by "Cossack Warriors". One or two of the "warriors" looked like they were from South America, but that's okay. They ran in formation and one of the really pretty white horses did some high-stepping and "waving" to the crowd. Later on some of the riders did acrobatics on the horses' backs. When the last one came out, I though for a moment that it was a riderless horse. It was actually a case of the rider being underneath the horse and crawling his way back on top. Pretty impressive.
Elephants
Stand up. Sit down. Roll over. Lean on each other's backs. Spin around on the turning stools. Carry the clown in your mouth. They're big, they're fun to watch, and the bit where they grab each other's tails gets me every time. Not terribly exciting, but I think it's probably against the law to have a circus without elephants.
Food Fight
One big pie-in-the-face gag. I'm a fan. Not actually that exciting, but I'll never say no to cream pies being thrown in people's faces. And if somebody ducks at one thrown at them and it hits someone else, even better.
Dogs
Dogs jumping through hoops. Dogs jumping over hurdles. Dogs knocking over hurdles. Dogs poking clowns on the butt. And dogs jumping through a rolling barrel being pushed by another dog. Short and sweet.
Super Silva
The only high-wire type act I saw that didn't use any sort of safety wire or net. There was a mat below him, but it was still a long way down. It wouldn't have helped that much if he'd fallen head-first. He did some trapeze work and then "walked upside down", putting his feet through straps and going back and forth across the scaffolding. Pretty neat.
Smashcar
Clowns in little go karts racing around the place. Breakdowns, zany equipment, clown mechanics getting into the act. Pretty fun.
QUICK NOTE: My sister asked if they had a bunch of clowns exiting a tiny car. And you know what? They didn't. I wasn't disappointed in anything about the show until I realized that. No clown car. Hmph.
Motorcycles in Cages
Craziest thing of the show to me. There may be some trick to it that I don't know about that makes it less dangerous than it looks, but I doubt it. It's great timing and execution. Around and around they go, following each other, intersecting each other, coming this close to annihilating each other, but it never happens. They start with four and make their way up to seven. Great stuff, easily the most exciting thing in the show.
I'll say again how pleasant I thought the whole thing was and how good it made me feel. A good time was had by all.
If you'd like to read a much less favorable review, click here.
I had the great pleasure of going to the Verizon Center yesterday and see the circus that had come to town. My recurring impression of it every time I think about it is that is was just so...pleasant. I mean, I really, really enjoyed myself. I know that a lot of it was corny and a sort of scripted sentimentality, but I have to admit I fell for it. It may have had something to do with the fact that I hadn't been to a circus in a long, long time. A quick rundown of what they had to offer:
Chinese Acrobats
I learned a long time ago that there's no point in clapping for Chinese Acrobats. They came to perform at NSU several years ago and put on a show. Here's how I remember it:
They do something incredible, so you clap. Then they do something even more incredible, so you clap harder. Then they do something that beats that by a mile and a half so you clap as hard as you can. They they do something better than that and you stand up and clap and cheer. Next time you go absolutely nuts. Then they do ten more things, each one more amazing than the next. So where do you from there as an audience member? It's a dilemma, I tell you. They got on each other's backs and flung hats around. They jumped from swings onto ropes and through cages and went all over the place. They flipped each other and tumbled and built human ladders. All the stuff you'd expect. "Don't they fall?" No. Of course not. They never, ever fall.
Herkules
The Strongest Man in the World! Sure. He stretches springs that two normal men can't budge. He pulls an elephant about 15 feet. And he lets a jeep drive over his stomach very quickly. Kind of boring, but it's nice to see they still use one of the old standards.
Horses
And not just horses, but horses being ridden by "Cossack Warriors". One or two of the "warriors" looked like they were from South America, but that's okay. They ran in formation and one of the really pretty white horses did some high-stepping and "waving" to the crowd. Later on some of the riders did acrobatics on the horses' backs. When the last one came out, I though for a moment that it was a riderless horse. It was actually a case of the rider being underneath the horse and crawling his way back on top. Pretty impressive.
Elephants
Stand up. Sit down. Roll over. Lean on each other's backs. Spin around on the turning stools. Carry the clown in your mouth. They're big, they're fun to watch, and the bit where they grab each other's tails gets me every time. Not terribly exciting, but I think it's probably against the law to have a circus without elephants.
Food Fight
One big pie-in-the-face gag. I'm a fan. Not actually that exciting, but I'll never say no to cream pies being thrown in people's faces. And if somebody ducks at one thrown at them and it hits someone else, even better.
Dogs
Dogs jumping through hoops. Dogs jumping over hurdles. Dogs knocking over hurdles. Dogs poking clowns on the butt. And dogs jumping through a rolling barrel being pushed by another dog. Short and sweet.
Super Silva
The only high-wire type act I saw that didn't use any sort of safety wire or net. There was a mat below him, but it was still a long way down. It wouldn't have helped that much if he'd fallen head-first. He did some trapeze work and then "walked upside down", putting his feet through straps and going back and forth across the scaffolding. Pretty neat.
Smashcar
Clowns in little go karts racing around the place. Breakdowns, zany equipment, clown mechanics getting into the act. Pretty fun.
QUICK NOTE: My sister asked if they had a bunch of clowns exiting a tiny car. And you know what? They didn't. I wasn't disappointed in anything about the show until I realized that. No clown car. Hmph.
Motorcycles in Cages
Craziest thing of the show to me. There may be some trick to it that I don't know about that makes it less dangerous than it looks, but I doubt it. It's great timing and execution. Around and around they go, following each other, intersecting each other, coming this close to annihilating each other, but it never happens. They start with four and make their way up to seven. Great stuff, easily the most exciting thing in the show.
I'll say again how pleasant I thought the whole thing was and how good it made me feel. A good time was had by all.
If you'd like to read a much less favorable review, click here.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Chalk
Interesting episode of Bones tonight. Boneless bodies and boats headed to the Caribbean. Plus, they brought out the wonderful, the marvelous, the fantastic James Hong to play the owner of a Chinese mortuary. In 1986 he was in two really fun movies, The Golden Child and Big Trouble in Little China.
Last year around this time I wrote this about the NCAA tournament and said that the Gods of College Basketball hated my living guts. While this may still be true, their wrath seems to have abated somewhat, at least for now. I decided to do a straight chalk bracket this time around, which means picking the higher seed to win every single time. I hate picking upsets, so this actually felt pretty good. I know upsets are going to happen, but it's impossible to predict with any amount of certainty which ones will occur. If somebody says, "Yeah, I saw that one a mile away," you can bet your bottom dollar they're not mentioning the ones they didn't see or the one they "saw" that turned out to be a mirage.
I've heard some griping that there is a lack of upsets or Cinderellas in this year's tournament. There are no double-digit seeds in the Sweet 16 for the first time since about 1995. Supposedly it makes the tournament more boring and lacking in story lines. I think this ignores the possibility--possibility, mind you, not certainty--that higher seeds lasting longer means better teams matching up against each other in later rounds, and that could mean better basketball games.
Having said that, I'd say that there are only three games on the schedule for the next round that seem intriguing at first glance. First would be Pitt/UCLA, the Ben Howland Bowl. Howland used to coach at Pitt, now he coaches at UCLA. The Bruins made the NCAA title game last year.
Florida/Butler was a very exciting first round game a few years ago, when Mike Miller had to drop a last-second floater in order to avoid a big upset. Florida went on to play in the title game that year, losing to Michigan State. Different players this time around, but if Butler shoots as well as they did against Maryland, they could give Florida real problems. Florida has been getting off to really slow starts the first two rounds.
I actually think that UNC/USC is an interesting game, mostly because nobody east of California knows anything about USC. Everybody and his brother knows about the Tar Heels. USC pretty much dominated Texas and has been a solid team all year long. UNC has talent to burn, a great coach, and a bit more tournament experience than USC. But with a week to prepare and a pretty good coach of their own, USC sure has a shot.
I saw 300 a couple of weeks ago and liked it. There's no point in reviewing it. It's violent. It's dramatic. It's kind of funny. Just don't go see it if you're Persian. Or if you're a stickler for historical accuracy.
I flipped on the Dallas/Cleveland game just now, and they said that Wilt Chamberlain holds the record for fewest games to 8,000 points in a career. 197 games, 40.6 points a game. It made me think of a couple of other Wilt stats I've heard recently. When Kobe Bryant scored 65 a few days ago, they mentioned that Wilt did it 32 times. A couple of weeks ago Dwight Howard put together a great stretch of three games where he hit something like 80 percent of his shots from the field. ESPN showed a list of players other than Wilt Chamberlain who had done the same thing. You know you were dominant when somebody is trying to explain how incredibly rare some feat is, and they have to leave out all the times that you did it.
One more thing: The Atlanta Falcons traded Matt Schaub to the Texans today. When Bobby Petrino was hired, they said that he would have the authority to bench Michael Vick if he wanted. There had been grumblings among some that Schaub was the better QB (better passer, anyway) and should be the starter. If you really wanted to put pressure on Vick to play better, why would you trade the only guy on the roster you might have confidence in to step up? You could argue that this move is telling Vick that he's definitely the guy and has nothing to worry about. I think it looks like Petrino is being paid five million a year to shut up and do what Vick tells him to.
Last year around this time I wrote this about the NCAA tournament and said that the Gods of College Basketball hated my living guts. While this may still be true, their wrath seems to have abated somewhat, at least for now. I decided to do a straight chalk bracket this time around, which means picking the higher seed to win every single time. I hate picking upsets, so this actually felt pretty good. I know upsets are going to happen, but it's impossible to predict with any amount of certainty which ones will occur. If somebody says, "Yeah, I saw that one a mile away," you can bet your bottom dollar they're not mentioning the ones they didn't see or the one they "saw" that turned out to be a mirage.
I've heard some griping that there is a lack of upsets or Cinderellas in this year's tournament. There are no double-digit seeds in the Sweet 16 for the first time since about 1995. Supposedly it makes the tournament more boring and lacking in story lines. I think this ignores the possibility--possibility, mind you, not certainty--that higher seeds lasting longer means better teams matching up against each other in later rounds, and that could mean better basketball games.
Having said that, I'd say that there are only three games on the schedule for the next round that seem intriguing at first glance. First would be Pitt/UCLA, the Ben Howland Bowl. Howland used to coach at Pitt, now he coaches at UCLA. The Bruins made the NCAA title game last year.
Florida/Butler was a very exciting first round game a few years ago, when Mike Miller had to drop a last-second floater in order to avoid a big upset. Florida went on to play in the title game that year, losing to Michigan State. Different players this time around, but if Butler shoots as well as they did against Maryland, they could give Florida real problems. Florida has been getting off to really slow starts the first two rounds.
I actually think that UNC/USC is an interesting game, mostly because nobody east of California knows anything about USC. Everybody and his brother knows about the Tar Heels. USC pretty much dominated Texas and has been a solid team all year long. UNC has talent to burn, a great coach, and a bit more tournament experience than USC. But with a week to prepare and a pretty good coach of their own, USC sure has a shot.
I saw 300 a couple of weeks ago and liked it. There's no point in reviewing it. It's violent. It's dramatic. It's kind of funny. Just don't go see it if you're Persian. Or if you're a stickler for historical accuracy.
I flipped on the Dallas/Cleveland game just now, and they said that Wilt Chamberlain holds the record for fewest games to 8,000 points in a career. 197 games, 40.6 points a game. It made me think of a couple of other Wilt stats I've heard recently. When Kobe Bryant scored 65 a few days ago, they mentioned that Wilt did it 32 times. A couple of weeks ago Dwight Howard put together a great stretch of three games where he hit something like 80 percent of his shots from the field. ESPN showed a list of players other than Wilt Chamberlain who had done the same thing. You know you were dominant when somebody is trying to explain how incredibly rare some feat is, and they have to leave out all the times that you did it.
One more thing: The Atlanta Falcons traded Matt Schaub to the Texans today. When Bobby Petrino was hired, they said that he would have the authority to bench Michael Vick if he wanted. There had been grumblings among some that Schaub was the better QB (better passer, anyway) and should be the starter. If you really wanted to put pressure on Vick to play better, why would you trade the only guy on the roster you might have confidence in to step up? You could argue that this move is telling Vick that he's definitely the guy and has nothing to worry about. I think it looks like Petrino is being paid five million a year to shut up and do what Vick tells him to.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
February
My, it's been a while. Where has the time gone? Ah, but what am I saying? It's not the time that's important, but the events and people washed over by time's relentless tide. What's been going on?
February 7, National Signing Day.
Christmas in February for college football fans. The day high school football players declare what college they'll be attending. I call it the "Feast of a Thousand Refresh Buttons".
From top to bottom, LSU brought in one of the best classes in the country and one of their best ever. Consider what was supposedly on board two days before NSD (I say "supposedly" because verbal commitments aren't official, and nothing's really decided till the kid signs on the dotted line):
--Four solid offensive line prospects who could have the potential to develop into really good players. Including T-Bob Hebert, son of former Saints QB Bobby Hebert (an NSU alum, I might add)
--Six athletic players with playmaking ability at wide receiver and in the secondary, some of whom could play multiple positions or help out as kick returners.
--Three solid tight ends, not glamourous but filling a need
--Two of the top ten or so placekickers, ditto. (seriously, it's a mark of how good the class was across the board that there are three tight ends and two kickers, yet still managed to be thought of so highly)
--And maybe the strength of the class, five defensive linemen who can provide immediate and talented depth, each with a good shot of being part the nasty continuum of front fours LSU has put out over the last few years.
These players alone would have been enough to land one of the ten or so best recruiting classes in the country.
The day before NSD, two more highly recruited players on a national level hopped on board. Stefoin Francois at safety and Terrance Toliver, who may have been the top WR recruit on just about everybody's board. As strong as the defensive line group is, the secondary and wide receiver positions are loaded with talent as well.
On NSD, LSU got a commitment from Chad Jones, another top safety, if not THE top safety. He's got linebacker size in a DB body. He's also a baseball player, so he may not even set foot on a football field if he gets drafted high enough.
The big letdown was Joe McKnight picking another school. Mostly a running back but able to score from anywhere on the field, he was the most sought-after player of them all. If you're and LSU fan looking for consolation, you point out that running back wasn't a real need, since LSU pulled in three good ones last year. But still, you'd love to have him on your side.
Let's talk about my favorite guy in this class for a second: Joseph Barksdale. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 6-6, 325 at DT. Graduated early so he could enroll for the spring semester at LSU. Wants to major in engineering. He strikes me as someone who could be a leader in the future as well as a talent. Plus, he's from Detroit, boys and girls. When's the last time LSU went up north to get a player? We may not see him on the field too soon, because cracking the defensive tackle rotation at LSU right now is one of the more difficult tasks in college football.
Valentine's Day
If memory serves me correctly, I wrote "There's a problem with Bringing Up Baby, and it's not a problem with Bringing Up Baby." The problem was due to so many movies that came after and copied it, that seeing it after those others makes it seem cliche and unoriginal. Valentine's Day finds itself facing a similar problem. I was amazed at the amount of negativity thrown at the holiday. I can understand why a single person without a Valentine might feel down on a day celebrating couples, but some people really go overboard. Yes, there's a lot of marketing that accompanies the event, but do they really believe that evil corporations created it so people would spend money? Take a look at some of these definitions on urbandictionary. I tend to think the spending came first, then the companies saw there was money to be made and jumped in with both feet. That doesn't diminish any of the romance of it for me. Valentine's Day is a good thing, I think. As long as you're able to keep it in perspective and don't fall into the "money equals love" trap, I see no reason not to look forward to it every year.
February 17
Sometimes it's nice just to have a day. Saturday was that day. I wandered over to Ballston and got a haircut. Then went downtown and had lunch at McDonald's while listening to teenagers talk about death and how they want to die. One of them looked like he was dressed like Ed from "Full Metal Alchemist", if Ed were wearing cat's ears. I cut through Natural History on my way to the African Art museum and took some pictures of the orchids exhibit. I like orchids.
Then it was over to the African Art museum to see some masks and doors and all sorts of really good stuff. After that, the new light works exhibit at the Hirshhorn. This featured two pretty cool displays: a light focused on a slowly spinning metal ring suspended from the ceiling. The refractions off the ring were neat; and a dark room with only a hazy red projection against one wall for lighting. It was very strange and eerie until my eyes got used to it. I may go back to see it again.
I left there and walked over to E Street Cinema and saw Pan's Labyrinth. It's good. A little dark, a little gruesome and brutal, and not funny at all. But good. I'm not sure I cared about the story itself or the characters, but it was very well done through and through.
Then I had a burger and some drinks at Whitlow's on Wilson. It's nice to go to a place that doesn't skimp on the Crown. However, something someone said a few days earlier came back to me. For all the people that were in the place, it really didn't seem like there was a lot going on. It actually felt kind of dull. But the day as a whole was very nice. I did whatever I felt like, whenever I felt like it. I wouldn't have said no to some company, but that bit of freedom is nice too.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Wonderful Wednesday
We've got a great TV viewing experience tonight, boys and girls. At 8 EST we've got Bones, back after a hiatus of a few weeks. Very intense so far. They brought back a very irritating villain, Howard Epps. Great character, but really irritating. I hope he gets hit by a bus.
Then the great beast of them all, American Idol at 9 from Los Angeles.
According to the "Idol Chatter" on USA Today, some people thought it was boring last night. I am not one of those people. We had the "Big Bird Lady", the girl whose father shot her stepmother and himself (wearing a shirt that said "Blue Eyed Bombshell" and living up to the label--okay, I wasn't really looking at her eyes), and the funny chubby guy. I don't know what most people thought of him, but I thought he was hilarious. I hope he hangs around for a while for the comedic value alone.
All in all, I laughed my butt off most of the way through.
"The reason I'm auditioning for American Idol is that I'm the most exciting entertainer on planet earth." And that's how we start the show. As opposed to the something else earth? Ooh, Manoukian is his name. Armenian. I went to school with an Iskendarian and worked with a Garabedian. One of the great segments of Taxicab Confessions involved two Armenian guys who were awesome. Must be something in the water in Yerevan. No better way to close out than some geographical name-dropping.
Then the great beast of them all, American Idol at 9 from Los Angeles.
According to the "Idol Chatter" on USA Today, some people thought it was boring last night. I am not one of those people. We had the "Big Bird Lady", the girl whose father shot her stepmother and himself (wearing a shirt that said "Blue Eyed Bombshell" and living up to the label--okay, I wasn't really looking at her eyes), and the funny chubby guy. I don't know what most people thought of him, but I thought he was hilarious. I hope he hangs around for a while for the comedic value alone.
All in all, I laughed my butt off most of the way through.
"The reason I'm auditioning for American Idol is that I'm the most exciting entertainer on planet earth." And that's how we start the show. As opposed to the something else earth? Ooh, Manoukian is his name. Armenian. I went to school with an Iskendarian and worked with a Garabedian. One of the great segments of Taxicab Confessions involved two Armenian guys who were awesome. Must be something in the water in Yerevan. No better way to close out than some geographical name-dropping.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Many Moons Ago...
I turned 30 on Friday. It was nice.
For the last year or so, I've been telling people that the most annoying thing about getting older is that the stories I tell always seem to have another year or two on them since the last time I told them. I tell a story that happened five years ago, I swear. Then I start thinking about it and it was in 1995. What the hell happened?
In other news, there's a movie coming out called The Messengers. the tagline from IMDB, one of the five best websites on the net:
"There is evidence to suggest that children are highly susceptible to paranormal phenomena. They see what adults cannot. They believe what adults deny. And they are trying to warn us."
I may just be getting the wrong impression, but haven't there been a lot of movies where kids see the baddies and adults don't? I'd really like to see a movie where they reversed the roles. Let the adults see the horrible monsters while the kids wander about in ignorant bliss. Now that would be entertainment.
National Signing Day for high school football recruits is next Wednesday, and I don't get the day off from work. Is there no justice? Is there no law?
For the last year or so, I've been telling people that the most annoying thing about getting older is that the stories I tell always seem to have another year or two on them since the last time I told them. I tell a story that happened five years ago, I swear. Then I start thinking about it and it was in 1995. What the hell happened?
In other news, there's a movie coming out called The Messengers. the tagline from IMDB, one of the five best websites on the net:
"There is evidence to suggest that children are highly susceptible to paranormal phenomena. They see what adults cannot. They believe what adults deny. And they are trying to warn us."
I may just be getting the wrong impression, but haven't there been a lot of movies where kids see the baddies and adults don't? I'd really like to see a movie where they reversed the roles. Let the adults see the horrible monsters while the kids wander about in ignorant bliss. Now that would be entertainment.
National Signing Day for high school football recruits is next Wednesday, and I don't get the day off from work. Is there no justice? Is there no law?
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Don't do that. Oh please, don't do that.
I have a standing rule about not voting for anyone who cries on American Idol. I think it started with Jennifer Hudson, who has since gone on to some pretty good things. (or at least one good thing so far). I don't have a particular reason, other than I don't like seeing people cry on TV ("real" TV, anyway). However, I did think it was kind of neat when the 16 year old guy whose parents didn't support him made it to Hollywood and started crying when his mom finally told him she was proud of him.
Have I mentioned that I'm glad the show is back on? I am. Very, very glad. Last night the State of the Union resulted in them cutting off what could have been another hour. I'd rather listen to awful people perform on American Idol than listen to the SOTU speech. They release the thing hours in advance anyway so the media can start talking it up, and they'll talk about it for days afterward, so I don't see the point in tuning in.
As you know by now, the Mighty Saints (NO, NO, NO, this girl is terrible. Ouch) lost to the Bears in the NFC title game. Good news is we doubled our all time playoff wins total (really bad, she is). We now have 2. Some people are saying that Reggie Bush's taunting made the Bears play harder and turned the tide of the game. (Darlin', nobody cares how hard you worked for this. Get out. Oh wait, they're going with a soap opera angle. Good job.) It didn't turn it so much that the Saints defense couldn't (yowza, this has to be fake) stop the Bears offense and get the ball right back after making it 16-14. Or so much that the Saints were able to drive down and try a field goal. (We don't care if you think they're making a mistake. You're pathetic. Or at least acting pathetic.) I don't know if being fired up was the reason, but the Bears really rolled from then on.
I'm hoping we can have as good a draft and offseason this year as we did last year. Bush, Colston, Evans, Weatherford, and Roman Harper before he got hurt. Five rookie starters who performed well. Rob Ninkovich got hurt even earlier than Harper, but they really liked what they saw from him as well in the d-line rotation. It's unlikely that things will fall our way so well two years in a row, but I'm eager to see what the second offseason of Loomis/Payton holds.
Have I mentioned that I'm glad the show is back on? I am. Very, very glad. Last night the State of the Union resulted in them cutting off what could have been another hour. I'd rather listen to awful people perform on American Idol than listen to the SOTU speech. They release the thing hours in advance anyway so the media can start talking it up, and they'll talk about it for days afterward, so I don't see the point in tuning in.
As you know by now, the Mighty Saints (NO, NO, NO, this girl is terrible. Ouch) lost to the Bears in the NFC title game. Good news is we doubled our all time playoff wins total (really bad, she is). We now have 2. Some people are saying that Reggie Bush's taunting made the Bears play harder and turned the tide of the game. (Darlin', nobody cares how hard you worked for this. Get out. Oh wait, they're going with a soap opera angle. Good job.) It didn't turn it so much that the Saints defense couldn't (yowza, this has to be fake) stop the Bears offense and get the ball right back after making it 16-14. Or so much that the Saints were able to drive down and try a field goal. (We don't care if you think they're making a mistake. You're pathetic. Or at least acting pathetic.) I don't know if being fired up was the reason, but the Bears really rolled from then on.
I'm hoping we can have as good a draft and offseason this year as we did last year. Bush, Colston, Evans, Weatherford, and Roman Harper before he got hurt. Five rookie starters who performed well. Rob Ninkovich got hurt even earlier than Harper, but they really liked what they saw from him as well in the d-line rotation. It's unlikely that things will fall our way so well two years in a row, but I'm eager to see what the second offseason of Loomis/Payton holds.
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