Archive for September, 2007

Olio

Sunday, September 30th, 2007

I wrote this comment at the tail end of a rather bitter post at VeB regarding the Cubs going to the playoffs while the Cards hit the links:

Last October, I was watching game 7 of the NLCS at a bar that was 90% Cub fans—all rooting fanatically for the Mets. After Wagonmaker froze Beltran, there was a split second of pained silence (aside from my celebration) before a chant went up: Lets Go Tigers! *clap* *clap* *clap*clap*clap*

I’d never be so lame as to root for whatever team is playing the Cubs, but as a fan of the Cards, I find it very hard to root for them to win—not for any hatred-fueled rivalry, but for what it would mean going forward.

The Cubs have a small window to win the World Series before all these backloaded contracts they recently signed turn into pumpkins. If they can ride these new horses to a world series, the faithful in the friendly confines would be grateful enough to give Cub management a free pass for whatever they want to do, and if they’re wise, they’d rid themselves of those contracts to some dumb GM who pays more attention to the playoffs than to the likely future performance of players with large contracts and restock their farm system with a supply of top prospects to tap into for years to come.

This would be a very bad thing for the Cardinals, since it would give a division rival in a big market huge payroll flexibility and a stream of talent coming up for years to come just when they were on the brink of being handcuffed through the first half-decade of the second century of their World Series drought.

The Cubs are very hot right now and have a good front three in their rotation, but it’s hard to believe that the worst division in baseball could produce two WS champions in consecutive years.

I’m not rooting against ‘em, but most definitely not rooting for ‘em either.

It was a difficult season, come to a close today in fine fashion on a five game winning streak. Rest up, birds. Be ready to have some real fun again next year.

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Wasn’t feeling great last night, so I used the evening to read Bing West’s The Village. This morning, I read through this webpage maintained by marines who fought in Combined Action Platoons. Included are West’s Marine Corps Gazette article, Fast Rifles, and scans of his pamphlet Small Unit Action in Vietnam. Incredible stories. I couldn’t stop reading the book until it was finished. Every review mentions that West’s style of writing is emotionally detached and without pretense. It’s a palpable effect—you learn of these amazing men and come to admire and respect them only to have their deaths at Viet Cong hands reported with unceremonious brevity.

It’s a good thing to take from the book—and impossible to miss—these men deserve respect and gratitude for their work. Not just those men in the book, too. At the CAP Veteranas website, there’s an anecdote of digging three VC out of a tunnel and finding them in possession of boxes of clothing donated by Berkeley students. Shameful.

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I’ve made significant academic progress (finally) over the past few weeks. I wrote my proposal and the first draft was accepted. I’ve scheduled my written Prelim for two weeks from now and the oral defense in a little over three weeks. I’m swamped with non-academic work this week—I’ll be working 8am-7pm the next two days for two very important clients and it only gets slightly better the rest of the week. I’m going to get working on my research project in whatever downtime I have, though. I’m hoping to put myself into a position where I can go into my oral prelim with some proof-of-concept work in my back pocket to address whatever issues my committee identifies as areas of concern.

I’ll be working late in the lab tonight getting things ready for the week, so I don’t expect to sleep much the next three nights.

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On a monthly good-news note, a new episode of Cautionary Tales of Swords will be out sometime tomorrow. Hopefully it comes back for a fifth episode. Because I laugh hard at it.

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In non-Cardinal sporting news, the Lambs got their butts handed to them by the Cowboys today in a game I didn’t watch. Fortunately, the Illini beat #21 AP-ranked Penn State (19 in the Coach’s poll) and a promising young Blues team starts the new season on Thursday. In this week’s polls, the University of Illinois football team received 59 votes from the AP, which I guess lands us at #28 in their rankings. Put up a good showing (or even, dare to dream, defeat) #5 Wisconsin this Saturday and we’ll start getting some national recognition. To have a team built on talented freshmen and sophomores having that kind of success would do wonders for Zook’s already exceptional recruiting efforts.

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Barbarism in Burma: this blog is a good place to start.

Split-Pea Soup

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

The theme for last night’s Monday Night Marathon was the horrorThe horror

The first movie was Wes Craven’s directorial debut, Last House on the Left. It was disturbing, sure, but not frightening in the least. It’s an absurd movie. The music is ridiculous, irrespective of the era the movie was made. The primary emotion I felt during the film was complete frustration and annoyance with the characters for behaving foolishly in a survival situation. It’s clear that the young Craven had no understanding of basic human psychology, for all the Freud references he makes in all his early movies. It was hard to understand any of the characters’ motivations in any given scene. Worst of all, he had a woman voluntarily perform oral sex on one of the men who kidnapped, tortured, raped, mutilated, and murdered her daughter just to get the opportunity to bite his wiener. I suppose it’s his job to horrify the audience more than to show people behaving as they would in a horrific situation, but still, he made a silly, annoying movie.

Next was his second movie, The Hills have Eyes, a vast improvement over his first attempt. Craven’s understanding of human psychology was still a glaring problem, with a few exceptions. The characters were also better at improvising defenses in this film, something I appreciated, of course. Nothing beats seeing the baddies get some. It’s a disturbing, but enjoyable flick.

Finally, A Nightmare on Elm Street, a flick I never saw in my youth. It’s one of those movies that scares more by startling the viewer with Freddy Krueger jumping out of bushes than by depicting horrifying savagery as in the other two. The heroine of the movie sets up a decent gauntlet to defend herself from Krueger in the film’s climax. Craven has no clue how much blood a human body contains, though, something he knew in Last House on the Left, when the lead villain is weakened towards the end from blood loss caused by flesh wounds, by horror standards.

For the thematic meal, we had a pumpkin pie with one of Freddy Krueger’s fingers coming out:

And some split-pea soup, using a slightly modified version of this recipe:

The split-pea soup was meant to conjure up the barfing scenes from The Exorcist, recreated stylistically here:

As bad as it looks in that light, it was a real tasty soup. Thankfully, since I’ve got enough to last a week.

Reading List

Sunday, September 23rd, 2007

I just read through this excellent article from a month ago that surveys underappreciated books about battles in the Vietnam war from the perspective of the warriors who fought them.

The U of Illinois library has several of them in stock, so tomorrow morning, I plan to pick up The Centurions by Jean Larteguy, translated by Xan Fielding; and The Village, by Bing West.

Ten Types of Sportbloggers

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

On this ontology of Sport Bloggers, I used to be an 8 but lately I’m more of a 2, to the detriment of this hot piece of internet real estate.

There’ll be plenty to talk about this offseason, for sure.

Feelin’ Good

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

The Illinois men’s basketball team hired Jerrance Howard as their new assistant coach. I’m a big fan of that hire and think he’ll do a great job of selling the program. Mark Tupper and John Supinie’s both seem pretty optimistic, too.

I finally finished writing my dissertation proposal yesterday afternoon. I stayed up all night Thursday working on it and am pleased with how it turned out. A colleague of mine who recently finished his PhD in Linguistics read through it and liked it. I wasn’t too pleased with the introduction section but came to not hate it so much after re-reading it a few times last night. Now I’ll start working on slides for the presentation and wait for my advisors to either ask for some revisions or reject the idea outright.

I also discovered that if you don’t sleep for 40 hours and then drink beer for 7 hours on an empty stomach, you’re going to end up very, very drunk.

On another note, I’ve come to be very impressed with the women who write Ladies…. This week, they’ve got two recipes I’ll likely give a go: a tzatziki dip that’d be great with toasted pita and some clever pudding shots. I’ve never been a morning drinker, but could see me putting a few of those away at an 11am kickoff like today’s.

Karaoke

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

I brought reading with me to this Wednesday’s Karaoke session and made more progress in the first two hours on a section of the proposal than I’d made in the past 36 hours. Excellent.

I also nailed three songs.

I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight, by the Cutting Crew. I was well-prepared for it after watching the video earlier in the day thanks to Boxcar. Used the “it must’ve been something I aaaaaate” bit that I thought were the real lyrics when I was wee. Got laughs. Also had a little fun with the “followed my hands, not my head” line.

Since today was Talk Like a Pirate Day, I did the closest thing to a shanty I know: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot. A beautiful song. I did it meager justice.

Then I rocked Pour Some Sugar on Me and finished up with a tried and true classic: Werewolves of London.

But most importantly, I worked out what to do for the literature review for the formal semantics section of my dissertation proposal. It’d been killing me for days.

Lou Gehrig

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

One of the frequent commenters at Viva El Birdos is the subject of this Nightline piece about ALS. She’s an admirable woman, to say the least.

There was a discussion between her and some others in last night’s gameday thread (that I missed), in which someone pointed to this blog started by a man in 2003 when he was undergoing tests for a mysterious ailment he found himself suffering through. The link goes to the very beginning, back in late 2003. He makes a great joke about having an appointment for a spinal tap at 10am and considered calling the doctor to push it all the way up to 11.

The Iron Horse, of course, was one of the greatest ballplayers of all time. His biography is here.

I Thought I Had It All

Monday, September 17th, 2007

But I’ve never had a Chelada: Budweiser + Clamato. I must try one, even if I need to mix it myself.

Learned of this by way of TheStarterWife. (Do people still hat tip?)

Depression

Saturday, September 15th, 2007

Nine game losing streak. Work progressing slower than it needs to.

I don’t know whether it’s worse seeing so many Cubs fans celebrating in Busch stadium or the Cardinal fan dipshit smiling and waving to the camera behind home plate down by a run with two outs in the ninth.

Everything sucks right now.

I’m gonna go mow the lawn, get more writing done, and watch the Cards win tonight.

At least the Illini won a well-balanced 41-20 game today.

Post-game-2: Done, done, and done. My lawn’s mowed, I wrote another section of my dissertation proposal, and the Cards squeaked out a win to avoid going to ten straight wins for the first time since 1980. Incidentally, the last 11 game win streak was in 1978, the last time a Cardinals team lost 12 in a row was in 1916, when they dropped 14 straight en route to a 60-93 season.

I also replaced my car’s brake pads in between games. Not a bad day after all.

Bad Boys, Bad Boys…

Friday, September 14th, 2007

This article in the P-D wasn’t too surprising. The police department in St. George has a terrible reputation. I had to pick up a co-worker there once back when I worked in construction. When he gave me directions, he made it very clear that once I hit the city limits to drive a couple miles under the speed limit, which is set conspicuously low.

Here’s the video of the traffic stop. Ridiculous. I’d be embarrassed enough if I were that cop for losing my cool and raising my voice to that high pitched squeal, but to have the P-D dig up the court records for these cops is even worse. Of the officer making the traffic stop:

A check of court records shows [the officer making the traffic stop] himself pleaded guilty of assault and stealing in two different cases, in 1988 and 1990. He successfully petitioned a judge in St. Louis County in 1998 to expunge his criminal record, which was making it hard for him to get work as a cop.

A friend of mine insists that the guys locking people up are just as bad as the ones behind bars. I disagree in general, but there are some real bad apples. I’ve had dealings with the police that convinced me that at least some of these guys become policemen only to acquire the authority that their skills and smarts wouldn’t have allowed.

Even worse, from the P-D article, a snippet about the St. George Police Chief who put the officer in question above on unpaid leave due to his behavior at that traffic stop:

Five years ago, an administrative commission upheld an accusation that Uhrig propositioned a 17-year-old girl for sex during a traffic stop in 2000, when he was an Arnold officer.

Cole told investigators that Uhrig had her drive to an empty parking lot where he spoke of jail, petted her arm and face, told her she was “beautiful, hot, and tempting,” and suggested a “quickie.”

I’m guessing the St. George police force is disbanded in the near future. No sense in cleaning house when the foundation is rotten.

Cowabunga

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

Ladies… Eat your hearts out:

Carpoolers

Saturday, September 8th, 2007

During today’s football games on ABC, the network is pushing hard their new Fall comedy Carpoolers. I’m a fan of the clip where they’re driving along, listening to In the Air Tonight. That’s a damn good driving around song—I do the exact same thing when the drums kick in.

Ordinarily, I’d be cynically annoyed by all these commercials, but I’ve been looking forward to the show for a long time since T.J. Miller’s on the cast and he’s a hell of a comedian. Even if he hasn’t updated Very Bad Porn since its launch.

I also found a clip of TJ and Nick getting funky.

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Saturday, September 8th, 2007

Hadn’t done one of these silly things in a while:

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Summer’s Over

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007

I’m back from my weekend getaway to Florida sporting flip-flops with a church-key built into the sole. Some unimaginative fools pointed out that I might step in crap and then open up a beer with a crappy beer opener—failing to realize that I’ve got two feet, dumbasses.

While down there, I was fortunate to spend two days in a mansion a block from the shore on Hutchinson Island.

I kayaked the Haulover Canal and was able to watch a manatee eating grass about six feet away from me.

I surfed the outers off New Smyrna Beach the day the Orlando Sentinel declared it the shark-bite capital of the world. It was pretty sharky according to the experienced surfers I was with. It was my first time trying to surf—as if I didn’t have enough to concentrate on, I’d occasionally see a black-tip poke up out of the water about 25 yards out to see. None came too close that I noticed and nobody was bitten on the day I was there that I know of. The waves weren’t great, but I caught three of them. Wasn’t quite able to stand up, but I rode one all the way to the shallows kind of squatting at the back of the board.

I only saw one alligator, a little three-foot youngster who was ineptly and unsuccessfully stalking some attentive carrion birds fighting at the water’s edge of Lake Dora. I did eat some alligator and also conch for the first time, further dwindling the number of animals that I have yet to eat.

There was a lot of beautiful stuff to see and the weather cooperated perfectly. An outstanding end to the summer. I did miss a lot of good baseball, as the Cardinals clomb to within one game of the NLC division lead; and some bad baseball in that Juan Encarnacion suffered a grotesque injury that may end his career. I missed Illinois fail to come back in what sounds like an exciting season opening football game—the return of the Sub Shop vs. Jimmy John’s Cut Above Game.