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February 2006

February 28, 2006: Deal Or No Deal

Deal or No Deal: Watch or Don’t Watch?

 

 

 

February 25, 2006: More Thumbnails For Google’s Image Search

Our pensive boy watches the snow fall.

Looking remarkably like her mom did at the same age, our girl poses in a dress her grandma gave her. 

Our gigglers giggle in their Arizona t-shirts from Aunt Hilary.

In this photo, entitled “Crockett and Tubbs,” our little progressives challenge gender stereotypes.

 

 

 

February 24, 2006: Is It Really Friday?

What a long week this has been. And I didn’t have work on Monday. This is what happens when Lost airs a rerun.

 

 

 

February 24, 2006: Return Of The Dangerous Fool

In the past week, I’ve had the misfortunate of encountering some incredibly stupid and reckless drivers. Not content to travel the speed limit on a two-lane rural route, these two different drivers opted to pass the car in front of them without regard for the oncoming car, which, of course, would be mine. In honor of these dimwits, I dedicate this previous rant from my archives:

March 25, 2004: Listen Up, Dangerous Fool!

I'm sorry if you missed your last few issues of "Car and Driver," "Automobile Quarterly," and your favorite "muscle car" magazine. But when I'm driving five miles over the speed limit in my used, 1999 Toyota Camry, moving the front bumper of your 2004 Ford Mustang to within one foot of the back bumper of my car isn't going to increase my automobile's speed. The 1999 Toyota Camry has under 160 horsepower and your 2004 Ford Mustang's engine can easily muster more than that to allow you to direct your vehicle into the other lane to pass my car. Really, dangerous fool. You should know this without having to read "Consumer Reports."

I'm also sorry if the inferior engine power of my Toyota Camry bothered the dangerous fool and his lady passenger with the B-52 haircut. Believe me, dangerous fool, it bothers me too. I wish I had a nice sportscar like dangerous fool, with an original, vanity license plate proclaiming something like "04STANG," or "MUSTANG" or "2FAST4U," or "COOLCAT." If I had extra money, maybe I could afford a cool, loaded, silver muscle car with a fiery red stripe on its doors. But I can't even spare the extra forty bucks for the imaginative, vanity plate that reads "99CAMRY." I'm sure such an inventive, vanity tag would have made it clear that you didn't need to tailgate me yesterday. On second thought, I believe it wouldn't. You're dangerous fool.

Finally, I'm sorry if the dangerous fool doesn't understand the risk of tailgating a car at a high speed. Contrary to public opinion, West Virginia's highways are not NASCAR tracks. Believe me, I know you're confused, dangerous fool, because it probably seems like every car and Ford truck and horse trailer here has the number "3" emblazoned on the back windows with Calvin from the eponymous "Calvin and Hobbes" strip urinating on a Chevy insignia. But, please, LISTEN, YOU DANGEROUS FOOL, and, LISTEN WELL with your ladyfriend with the B-52 haircut:

I-79 is NOT the West Virginia Speedway and my used 1999 Toyota Camry is NOT your pace car!

 

 

 

February 22, 2006: Examining The Thoughts Behind A Driveway Moment

On my return drive from a hearing on Tuesday, I listened to an NPR report entitled “Examining The Reasons Behind Lying.” I dig listening to NPR and often find myself having one of those “driveway moments” when I arrive at home and simply must keep the car’s engine running so I may listen to the conclusion of a particular NPR story. I would have had another “driveway moment” yesterday, but I had to get back to the office. The good news is that thanks to the internet, I could listen to the remainder of the show.

The guests on the panel discussed the unfortunate practice of lying on resumes. If you follow the business news, then you may have heard that the CEO of Radio Shack admitted misstating his academic record. Several callers offered interesting perspectives on their experiences with resumes, but one caller who spoke near the end of the show really piqued my interest when he considered what consequence, if any, should result when someone “dumbs down” his resume. In the typical case of resume falsification, a person will claim an achievement that never occurred. But what--if anything-- should result when someone refuses to list something noteworthy on his or her application for work? Should the omission of an accomplishment matter?

Consider the following:

Hypothetical #1: You are a 2005 cum laude law school graduate who also holds a bachelor’s degree with a double major in English and Comparative Literature and Anthropology. You seek a job as an advertising copyright executive (because that’s how I’ve constructed this hypothetical), yet despite your cumulative 3.64 GPA, a glowing recommendation from a former governor, and more than 71 cover letters, everywhere you’ve applied has no openings and you cannot find an advertising job. Meanwhile, you have a monthly rent payment, electric payment, gas bill, water bill, telephone bill, internet bill, and, of course, giant cable payment (the last of which is indispensable because you must catch Jon Stewart’s The Daily Show). And you also have several loans. Student loans. Thousands upon thousands of dollars of them. Having exhausted inquiries at the available pool of franchised restaurants that now dot your town’s local sprawl, you’re considering applying for work at a video store. But you now suspect that if you list your J.D. that it may hinder any prospect of employment there. Do you omit your legal education from your application? What about your college degree? And how, if at all, does the Republican Party affect your answer?

Hypothetical #2: Many years ago, when you were young, so much younger than today, you were a mighty fine major league prospect. You could throw a fastball over 90 miles an hour, and in an exhibition, you struck out a well-known home run hitter on three straight pitches. But before your tryout with a certain Midwest big league ball club, you encountered some trouble and you completely disappeared from the baseball scene. Sixteen years later, you’re playing in the minors. A scout for a major league team sees your playing and asks you about your past. Do you omit your accomplishments as a major league prospect? What effect, if any, does Kim Basinger (pre-Alec Baldwin) have on your response?

February 20, 2006: Remembering Dad

In my current work, I often travel to different counties in West Virginia, and I’ll meet people at their local public library. My dad, of course, served as the director of the West Virginia State Library Commission for almost a quarter of a century. I remember our family often accompanied him when he spoke at the dedication of a library whose construction had resulted from his efforts. My sister and I would run around eating cookies and making mischief while my dad and mom socialized with others.

Last December, while waiting to meet with someone, I thought one of the libraries looked familiar, so I looked around to see if I could find any information on the building. Then I noticed a plaque on the wall with my dad’s name and the date of the library’s dedication. I knew I had been there, and when I checked with my mom, she confirmed it.

Not only does today mark President’s Day, but it’s also my father’s birthday. Since my dad’s death over eight years ago, not a day has passed that I haven’t thought about him. But even if I were to forget, it’s good to know that the results of his work and those who remember his good deeds will always remind me of him.

 

 

 

February 17, 2006: Four Films That Make Me Cry

Crash. I moaned and groaned about not receiving this film from Netflix. But you know what? It was definitely worth the wait. Crash explores the lives of several residents of Los Angeles and how they intersect. I love stories that delve into people’s characters and explore our humanity. Crash reminds me of Lost except there’s no mysterious island.

Everyone in Crash delivers an inspired performance. The film contains two scenes that caused me and my wife to cry. Rather than risk spoiling them I’ll simply state that one involves a gun and another involves a car crash.

Field of Dreams. Field of Dreams is a great baseball film that isn’t really about baseball. Since my father passed away, I have never been able to watch the ending of this film without crying.

American Beauty. I watched this with my wife early in our relationship. Again, it’s another film whose ending causes the gusher for me. There are some films that are so powerful that I cannot watch them more than once. American Beauty qualifies as one of those films.

Rudy. Ru-dy. Ru-dy. Ru-dy. Ru-dy. Pure tears of joy.

 

 

 

February 11, 2006: Throttled?

Rather than writing this post, I should be watching Crash tonight. But Crash, the next movie on my Netflix queue, has not arrived. That’s because Netflix claims it has not received my return rental of The Forty-Year Old Virgin. I mailed it in Netflix’s trademark red envelope on Monday, February 6, 2006.

I love Netflix. I’ve sung its praises since my family first joined back in December, 2004. If you’re a Netflix member, then I don’t need to tell you how cool Netflix is--even though I have. But I read this article that alleges Netflix delays shipment of some customers’ rentals. Now I wonder if my beloved Netflix has betrayed me.

When we first registered as Netflix customers, we opted for its “three-out-at-a-time” plan. Over the course of the first nine months, we watched every episode of The X Files (sad, yes, but enjoyable nonetheless), and over a dozen films. We averaged watching eight or nine discs a month, which translates to about $2 a film. After we moved this past September, we switched to the “one-out-at-a-time” plan for $9.99, and have averaged watching three or four discs a month. That switch results in a higher average rental cost for us. And that benefits Netflix.

Let me repeat: I returned The Forty-Year-Old Virgin on Monday. (That sounds strange). It’s Saturday. I still have no confirmation from Netflix that it’s even received my movie. Assuming Netflix confirms delivery on Monday, one week will have elapsed before it even sends my next film. And when it does, I’ll still have to wait for it to arrive.

Under the best case scenario, Netflix mails my disc on this Monday and I receive it on Tuesday. That’s an eight-day turnaround time. Under the worst case scenario. . . who knows? But it shouldn’t take over a week for my film to arrive at Netflix, and, if the past month’s practice indicates anything, my disc from Netflix will take at least another two days to get here.

Would Netflix “throttle” me? In the immortal words of Fox Mulder, the truth is out there.

UPDATE 2/13/06: Netflix confirms receipt of my return and states that I can expect Crash tomorrow. We shall see

UPDATE THE SECOND 2/14/06: Crash arrived today. Yay!

 

 

 

February 9, 2006: Musical Shares

Via tag by Raging Red (via tag by Jack Bog via Knits, Purls, and Curls), here is another cool meme circulating:

The rules: List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.

1. Green Dolphin Street by Oscar Peterson Trio With Milt Jackson. About ten years ago, I went through a piano jazz/vibrophone phase and bought several albums by Oscar Peterson, Lionel Hampton and Milt Jackson. We’ve been listening to a lot of klezmer in our house (more on that below by Donutbabe), and I needed a break from it. So I grabbed a copy of Very Tall and listened to it all the way through. This is the first track and my favorite.

2.Tainted Love by Soft Cell. It’s one of the many tracks on my Time-Life eighties cd in my car. My wife and I love singing it and I bang my fist against an imaginary drum in time with the beat. I’m sure it confuses our kids in the backseat.

3.Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star (traditional). Every day. Every night. Do I have a choice?

4. Go, Captain Feathersword, Ahoy! by The Wiggles. There are two versions of this song: One with puppets on The Wiggles’ Yummy, Yummy album and the other with live action and cheerleaders on the pirate ship on The Wiggles’ Toot, Toot, Chugga, Chugga Big Red Car. I’m currently into the puppet version these days.

5. I’m So Tired by The Beatles. Here’s a secret: I almost always hum this song to myself. I’d give you everything I got for a little peace of mind.

6. Mickey by Toni Basil. I heard this one on the radio yesterday, it’s in my car’s cd player, and it’s now been stuck in brain for two days. I guess that means I’m into it.

7. Hinei Mah Tov by Rabbi Joe Black. For me, this would be the Jewish equivalent of Mickey.

Take it away, Donutbabe:

1. “Modeh Ani” by Kol B’ seder from the CD Good Morning, Good Night: Jewish children’s Songs for Daytime and Bedtime. The melody of this version of the Modeh Ani, a Jewish prayer said upon waking, is absolutely infectious. My son refers to this song as “the moona song,” in reference to the last word of the song, emunatecha. My children listen to this song as they eat their breakfast, and they sway from side to side in unison, giggling over their Cheerios.  And then I can’t get the melody out of my head for the rest of the day.

2. “Bulgars/The Kiss” from the Klezmatics’ album Jews With Horns. I’ve been looking to expand my music collection with some klezmer lately, and who could resist an album with a title like this?

3. “Simkhes-Toyre” also by the Klezmatics. It’s a song for dancing to the point of “drunkenness” for Simchat Torah, but since it’s in Yiddish, I won’t worry the kids will become lushes.

4. “Parting Gift” by Fiona Apple. I love the lyrics. “I opened my eyes while you were kissing me once . . . you looked as sincere as a dog . . . does when it’s the food on your lips with which it’s in love.” Need I say more?

5. “Extraordinary Machine” also by Fiona Apple. A great song overall. 

6. “Twinkle Kochavim” by Andi Joseph, from the Good Morning, Good Night album listed above. This is the Jewish version of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,” and it contains the Sh’ ma, the Jewish bedtime prayer, so we sing this before naptime and before bedtime. And my son sings it fortissimo countless times each day into the microphone he has built out of Mega Blocks.

7. “ABC” as performed by Patti LaBelle on one of our Sesame Street DVDs. 

Now that we have proved what total nerds we are, we want to tag some other parents out there so that they may either share in our embarrassment or show us that parenthood and coolness are not necessarily mutually exclusive. Consider yourselves tagged, Cathy, Sharon, Jim, Mike, Stacey, Darbimae, and Dave.

 

 

 

February 6, 2006: In Which Donutbabe Shocks her Readership by Alluding to Both Excrement and Procreation

I’m taking over while the hubby eats some oysters. I know those things are supposed to be aphrodisiacs, but man, they are slimy, stinky, and just generally unappealing. And they’re treyf. Treyf, I tell you! The only way they could be an aphrodisiac for me is if I were given the following choice: eat oysters or have sex. In that case, well sure, oysters are a major turn-on.

But I digress. Ahem. Okay, my REAL blog topic of the evening is one of those cutesie little self-indulgent lists of toddler conversation snippets. The childfree and the poop-o-phobes among you have been warned.

1. Remembering time spent watching tractors, manure spreaders, and hay wagons on his grandparents’ farm, my son was hooking up a toy wagon to his mini John Deere. “Where’s my toy hay?”  he asked. I helped him find it, and off he went to put it on the wagon. In a moment he was back. “Mommy,” he asked, “do I have any toy horse poop?”

2. Something on television prompted my husband to lament, “Boy do I feel old.”  My son piped up, “No, Daddy, you NEW!”

3. Upon waking in the morning, my son said to his father, “Daddy, I want you to carry me to the kitchen because you’re bald.”

4. My mother-in-law called the other day and eventually asked to talk to our son. She must have asked him what was going on at our house because I heard him say, “Well, Mommy just made poo poo.”

5. My son is still obsessed with Sonya Lee of Little People fame. A few weeks ago my husband and I were having a conversation in the car while our daughter slept and our son talked to himself about Sonya Lee in the backseat. In the course of our conversation, one of us used the idiom, I had to bite my tongue. Just a few seconds later, we heard our son say, “Yeah, Sonya Lee bit my tongue, and I didn’t like that.”

Okay, I think there are international laws setting a limit of five cutesie stories in a row, even in wartime, so I’ll end it there. Besides, Oyster Breath is finished with his snack.

 

 

 

February 4, 2006: Are You Ready For The Baseball?

It’s 7:14 a.m. on Superbowl Sunday, and that means it’s finally time for Yahoo! Fantasy Baseball season! If anyone wants to participate in our yet-to-be named league, please e-mail me.

 

 

 

February 3, 2006: Pop Quiz

Place your books and papers under your chair. It’s time for a Pop Quiz!

QUIZ

Question 1: Bono wants the United States government to donate 1% of its federal budget to the world’s poor. The President of the United States wants Congress to approve $120 billion for the military actions in Iraq and Afghanistan. Who seeks more money?

Question 2: A competitive eater might consume 26 grilled cheese sandwiches in ten minutes. Assume that the average cost of a grilled cheese sandwich (before any applicable tax) equals the average price of a gallon of gas in the United States. How many competitive grilled cheese sandwich eaters, if any, could President Bush feed in one sitting if he received the money he requested in the first question? Does this change your answer?