Hear Ye, Hear Ye,
Tomorrow, post-modern-existential-liberal-democracy-foundationalist
objective-aesthetic-hardliner-cheerful-agnostic-half-Jew David Weinberg will pick up the Godfather of Political Science, Samuel Huntington of Harvard University (obscure community college in northeast, home of 2nd rate.. or ranked.. public policy school) from the Hancock Syracuse International Airport. Hot shit moment in history. And don't you forget it.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Yahweh Responds to Persistant Bitchin'
Thank you all very much...
...yes, I have to say that my constant psychological
badgering of the great spirit in the sky has produced
what I reckon is one of the nicest Aprils in the
recent history of Central New York. Was kinda biblical..
was driving back from a wedding in Maryland and witnessed
how the tail end of this narsty typhoon flooded out
a lot of Cortland County. I don't know what the folks
in Cortland Co. did to incur God's wrath, but, well,
what can you say. Maybe we should ask Chris DiMarco...
But once that storm passed it has been sunny skies and
pleasant evera---single---day. Yesterday was Malibu, man,
70F by noontime. Weather is supposed to hold pattern
until Wed. Now, this isn't particularly conducive to
studying the nuances of administering the public, but we'll
assume the public is doing just fine grilling out and
tending to the garden. Speaking of, a flower from the
front yard is posted below. Aww shucks.
If you're noticing a pattern on this blog of discussing
only sports, weather, and politics, I think you're on to
something.
Ain't it purdy??
...yes, I have to say that my constant psychological
badgering of the great spirit in the sky has produced
what I reckon is one of the nicest Aprils in the
recent history of Central New York. Was kinda biblical..
was driving back from a wedding in Maryland and witnessed
how the tail end of this narsty typhoon flooded out
a lot of Cortland County. I don't know what the folks
in Cortland Co. did to incur God's wrath, but, well,
what can you say. Maybe we should ask Chris DiMarco...
But once that storm passed it has been sunny skies and
pleasant evera---single---day. Yesterday was Malibu, man,
70F by noontime. Weather is supposed to hold pattern
until Wed. Now, this isn't particularly conducive to
studying the nuances of administering the public, but we'll
assume the public is doing just fine grilling out and
tending to the garden. Speaking of, a flower from the
front yard is posted below. Aww shucks.
If you're noticing a pattern on this blog of discussing
only sports, weather, and politics, I think you're on to
something.
Ain't it purdy??
Monday, April 11, 2005
Caddyshackin'
Golf. Whoa buddy. Talk about living life to the fullest,
edge of your seat excitement. Twain hit the golf ball tee
on the head when he wrote the activity is a, "good walk
spoiled."
Well...............
OK, so I was kinda getting into that Woods/DiMarco showdown
on the back nine of the Masters. Not "getting into" like the
Nets Pistons game that went to Triple OT in last year's playoffs,
but fairly engulfed. I watched that shit for three hours.
I don't quite know what to write. I've trashed the sport on
more than one occasion and have said more than once that if I
ever get into it, please euthanize me. Maybe I should reconsider.
I guess a good competition is a good competition is a
good competition. Except for Olympic Gymnastics and Swimming.
But that's a separate screed. From what I'm gathering, those dudes
were golfing it up about as hardcore as is possible. The tension
on Woods' face was so palpable... guy looked like he was going
to heave at any moment. The two just kept going back and forth
in dramatic fashion.. long ass puts, crazy chip shots.. there was
a comedic element of once a guy established some breathing room,
he'd nearly knock the ball into Alabama on his next shot, but
somehow find a way to just bogie.
What I am skeptical of is how many more times in my life I will
see a solid golf showdown like that.. the overlords of the sport
are about as conservative and unimaginative as they come. Would
be awesome if we could now do a Woods/DiMarco rematch series on
the order of Frazier/Ali or Bowe/Holyfield. Imagine how riveting it
would be if Woods and DiMarco were duking it out in W/D III and
the guys were trash talking throughout, Woods caddie had a mild
heart attack, and some guy came crashing in on the 15th hold in a
parashoot. OK, yeah, maybe I'm injecting the sport with a pretty
heavy dose of mission drift, or something.
For what its worth, I have super-fond memories of playing miniature
golf with the fam. at Rehobeth Beach, Delaware, growing up, and
there was no greater feeling than hitting that sweet hole in one
under the windmill and around Abe Lincoln and down the three terrace
levels and have the ball hang on the cusp before dropping in (I
must have done this at least a dozen times)... if adult golf fans
derive the same level of vicarious pleasure from watching Tiger's
killer shot hang on edge and drop in on the 16th (?) hole, well,
good for them.
And keep your head up DiMarco. Your day will come. Maybe.
Degree for men and Old Spice have officially put us on notice that they have not signed Tiger to a $100 mil antiperspirant deal.
edge of your seat excitement. Twain hit the golf ball tee
on the head when he wrote the activity is a, "good walk
spoiled."
Well...............
OK, so I was kinda getting into that Woods/DiMarco showdown
on the back nine of the Masters. Not "getting into" like the
Nets Pistons game that went to Triple OT in last year's playoffs,
but fairly engulfed. I watched that shit for three hours.
I don't quite know what to write. I've trashed the sport on
more than one occasion and have said more than once that if I
ever get into it, please euthanize me. Maybe I should reconsider.
I guess a good competition is a good competition is a
good competition. Except for Olympic Gymnastics and Swimming.
But that's a separate screed. From what I'm gathering, those dudes
were golfing it up about as hardcore as is possible. The tension
on Woods' face was so palpable... guy looked like he was going
to heave at any moment. The two just kept going back and forth
in dramatic fashion.. long ass puts, crazy chip shots.. there was
a comedic element of once a guy established some breathing room,
he'd nearly knock the ball into Alabama on his next shot, but
somehow find a way to just bogie.
What I am skeptical of is how many more times in my life I will
see a solid golf showdown like that.. the overlords of the sport
are about as conservative and unimaginative as they come. Would
be awesome if we could now do a Woods/DiMarco rematch series on
the order of Frazier/Ali or Bowe/Holyfield. Imagine how riveting it
would be if Woods and DiMarco were duking it out in W/D III and
the guys were trash talking throughout, Woods caddie had a mild
heart attack, and some guy came crashing in on the 15th hold in a
parashoot. OK, yeah, maybe I'm injecting the sport with a pretty
heavy dose of mission drift, or something.
For what its worth, I have super-fond memories of playing miniature
golf with the fam. at Rehobeth Beach, Delaware, growing up, and
there was no greater feeling than hitting that sweet hole in one
under the windmill and around Abe Lincoln and down the three terrace
levels and have the ball hang on the cusp before dropping in (I
must have done this at least a dozen times)... if adult golf fans
derive the same level of vicarious pleasure from watching Tiger's
killer shot hang on edge and drop in on the 16th (?) hole, well,
good for them.
And keep your head up DiMarco. Your day will come. Maybe.
Degree for men and Old Spice have officially put us on notice that they have not signed Tiger to a $100 mil antiperspirant deal.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Why Monty Python's Holy Grail Doesn't Quite Make The Cut
To answer my cousin Matt Otto, re: why Holy Grail isn't
on my top-10 movies to watch when wasted at 2 am list...
Actually, my favorite Python movie is The Meaning of Life,
but my central (well, only, really) criticism of that film
holds for all the Python films: it could have done with some judicious
editing. The "every sperm is sacred" song is one of the
greatest moments in cinematic history. But there comes a point
in the film, around the time a pack of topless roller skating
women show up, where it just trails off into borderline entertaining
obscurity for what seems like an eternity. There are some episodes
of Flying Circus out there that are absolutely rock solid
and have me in stitches from start to finish (as well as a couple
Fawlty Towers episodes.. if you havn't seen The Germans, be sure
to check it out: http://www.fawltysite.net/episode06.htm)
but the Python films are just too spotty. Though I suppose, if my
passing out within the first 20 minutes on three separate attempted
late night LOTR viewings in Athens in late December was any guide,
I shouldn't get too worked up about the latter stages of The Meaning
of Life... Interesting gambit you've thrown at me there, Matt. I'll have
to stew on it a while and get back to you.
In the meantime, my wild and crazy late twenty something public
administration classmates just can't shut up about Napoleon
Dynamite, so I think I might go plug it through movies on demand
right now...
Good enough for a Broadway Musical, not quite good enough for my Top Ten List
on my top-10 movies to watch when wasted at 2 am list...
Actually, my favorite Python movie is The Meaning of Life,
but my central (well, only, really) criticism of that film
holds for all the Python films: it could have done with some judicious
editing. The "every sperm is sacred" song is one of the
greatest moments in cinematic history. But there comes a point
in the film, around the time a pack of topless roller skating
women show up, where it just trails off into borderline entertaining
obscurity for what seems like an eternity. There are some episodes
of Flying Circus out there that are absolutely rock solid
and have me in stitches from start to finish (as well as a couple
Fawlty Towers episodes.. if you havn't seen The Germans, be sure
to check it out: http://www.fawltysite.net/episode06.htm)
but the Python films are just too spotty. Though I suppose, if my
passing out within the first 20 minutes on three separate attempted
late night LOTR viewings in Athens in late December was any guide,
I shouldn't get too worked up about the latter stages of The Meaning
of Life... Interesting gambit you've thrown at me there, Matt. I'll have
to stew on it a while and get back to you.
In the meantime, my wild and crazy late twenty something public
administration classmates just can't shut up about Napoleon
Dynamite, so I think I might go plug it through movies on demand
right now...
Good enough for a Broadway Musical, not quite good enough for my Top Ten List
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