Playoffs, baby!

Hail to the Redskins. 27-6 over the Cowboys!!! Seattle, here we come.

Merry Christmas!

Milad Majid, Feliz Navidad, Feliz Natal, Glædelig Jul, Vrolijk Kerstfeest, Joyeux Noel, Barka da Kirsimatikuma Barka da Sabuwar Shekara, Nollaig Shona Dhuit, Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a stastny Novy Rok

Remember, it's not the gifts you get, it's the people you love! Merry Christmas everyone.

What I Want for Christmas

All I want this year for Christmas is to hang out with all of my friends and family and have some good times. That'll all start tomorrow night, my FW is taking me to dinner for my birthday. On Friday - I'm going to Eamon's Chipper with J. Garrett for a few pints o' the black stuff and some fish and chips, then to Dr. Dremo's for my birthday party Friday night.

If you're going to be in the DC area over the holidays, let's get together - I'm feeling pretty festive!

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He's The Man

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Just got back to Cheyenne after spending the day in Casper. 3 hours to get there, 2 hour meeting, and 3 hours to get back. It was a beautiful drive, and I think I made history. Do you think there's ever been a black man driving a Volvo SUV from Cheyenne to Casper jamming to The Gap Band?

Wyoming

Getting ready to drive 2.5 hours to Casper for a 1.5 hour meeting. Doesn't really make much sense, but this is a huge state, compared to the states on the east coast. A few things I've noticed - despite how flat it looks, Cheyenne is pretty elevated. How do I know this? My shaving cream is flat - no foam, and my cologne doesn't spay out of the bottle, it just dribbles out. Good times.

MNF

So I'm watching Monday Night Football, and Baltimore is doing a great job on NE so far. One question, what's with the Zeppelin tunes whenever they go to a commercial or come back? I love it!

On another note, I watched Sean Taylor's funeral today on my computer at work. So very sad. It was just about a year ago that we buried my mother-in-law and just over 2 years ago that my cousin took his life. The funeral brought back a lot of sad memories for me, and also made me think about how much my little brother has changed his life since he met his wife and especially since his little girl was born 2 years ago. The love of another person is a very powerful thing.

I'm headed to Wyoming tomorrow, for work. Not really looking forward to it. It's a difficult assignment and it's gonna be but cold! I'll post once I get there.

#21

a parenthetical God

I just got this from my good friend Mana, whom I've known since my 1st year in college, 21 years ago. I'm going to see her for the 1st time in years next week in Denver (I'm going to Wyoming for work, and will make a pit stop on the way home in the Mile High City).

Last night I couldn't get to sleep. My mind was racing, probably from one too many Lavazza espressos after 5 pm. When I finally got to sleep, I had the funniest dream.

I dreamt that I died and went to Heaven and when I got there God and all my dead relatives gave me a roast, commemorating all my years on earth. Everybody was a comedian. My relatives recounted stories of my childhood and everybody had a good laugh. I was surprised to find that I was really diggin this soiree. Then at the end, just when I thought the festivities were coming to an end, God got up to say a few words. I thought to myself that his speech was really sort of half-assed. I mean He was GOD, afterall. He could have come up with something a little better. Its not like he hadn't had all the time in the world! But I quickly put that thought out of my head b/c I didn't want Him to read my mind and then change HIS mind about letting me into Heaven. Anyway, after he was done with his half-assed speech, he said, "And now, without further adieu, I give you, the photo montage!!!!" Everybody clapped. What the fuck? What was the photo montage?

This gigantic curtain opened up and before my very eyes, there was this beautiful montage of these amazing little moments in my life. "Nobody could have taken these pictures but GOD himself!", I marveled. They were candid little pearls of happy times in my life when no one else was watching, no one but GOD. There was the picture of me hugging my kitty cat when I was a kid, opening up my acceptance letter to medical school (there was only one of those), kissing an old lover (we were married in our hearts). There were funny pictures too. Me checking out that barista's ass at the small independently owned coffee shop on the downtown mall in Charlottesville; Virginia, getting my stiletto heel stuck in that grate in Manhattan and almost fucking killing myself; sending Arthur Weinstein a not-so-flattering limerick about his professorial abilities, or lack thereof. God thought that one was particularly funny and said parenthetically that even though Weinstein was a jew, he wasn't one of His chosen people. God thought that my lame professor "got what was coming to him. "This dude ROCKS!", I thought to myself.

I liked how parenthetical God was. Very random. And quite hilarious. All in all, an excellent public speaker. I was ashamed that I hadn't given him his due credit at the end of his speech earlier that night. Even now, he was constantly teaching me things. Wow.

At the end God thanked everyone for coming and admitted coyly that he had gotten his idea about the photo montage from myspace. He again added parenthetically that despite this good idea, he thought that myspace was created by Satan himself. He also thanked Maria Sharapova's great Aunt, Ludmilla, for introducing him to the Canon brand of cameras. He said he had used pentax before but was really excited about Canon's new "image stabilization" feature. He added again, parenthetically, that despite his pure love for Maria Sharapova, he really hated her dog, Dolce, a pomeranian. He was sure that Dolce was the spawn of a pomeranian and a jackel and mumbled something about genetics and "incomplete penetrance". I didn't get that part. I was never particularly good at genetics.

All in all it was a good night. And I only hope that the real God is as cool as the one in my dream. " 'For my God is a parenthetical God."...

Happy Thanksgiving

For all things bright and beautiful,
For all things dark and mysterious and lovely,
For all things green and growing and strong,
For all things weak and struggling to push up life through rocky earth,
For all human faces, hearts, minds, and hands
Which surround us,
And for all non-human minds and hearts, paws
And claws, fins and wings,
For this Life and the life of the world,
For all that you have before us, O God,
We lay our thankful hearts before you.

Dad, these are for you.

Some of my favorite memories from childhood involved sitting in the basement with my dad, eating peanuts, drinking soda and watching TV. Hey Dad, remember these?

The economy isn't doing so great.

For the past few weeks, I've been watching the value of my 401k stocks fall, and fall, and fall a little more. For example check these out:

VEURX Nov 15 40.95 Down 0.63 Down 1.52%

VEXPX Nov 15 78.09 Down 1.00 Down 1.26%

VGENX Nov 15 80.26 Down 1.84 Down 2.24%



Now, you can see that they're still doing pretty good in the long term, but the economy works on emotions, not raw data. And emotionally, I'm sure a lot of folks are also looking at their stock prices daily and getting pretty ansy.

A Cure's Been Found!

You know, he really is an idiot.

thanks to Talking Points Memo

Worst President of All Time

I just want to quote the awesome Gene Weingarten from the Washington Post:

Nothing funny here, just an observation: I believe the situation in Pakistan has finally, inarguably cemented W's hold on "Worst President of All Time." He has managed to put this country in the position internationally that we can do nothing about -- cannot even publicly criticize -- a monster who has arrested his country's Supreme Court, jailed opposition party members, closed TV stations and newspapers and suspended constitutional elections in a power grab more audacious than anything Hitler ever did. Any last shred of a suggestion that Bush's administration at least stands for the noble philosophy of spreading freedom? Gone. Bush is a disgrace. A malevolence. An utter failure. A purulent pustule.

Thank you.

Obama Interview

Wow!!!!

Pictures from Ken10

My little brother just sent me the following pictures from San Diego:

Perfection

Great news!

Just got this text from my little brother:

Word. Praise jah! Mayor Just said we can go home! We wil prbly wait jst to be safe. Wil keep u postd.

The latest

Cell phone service out of San Diego has been spotty, so my little brother has been texting me with updates. They were able to pack up both cars and get to Maggie's parent's house in Scripps Ranch, only to be ordered to evacuate again later in the day. It's truly sad, especially as their house burned down in the fire a few years ago and was just rebuilt. The latest text I got from him said

"We are safe at the Smith's (his in-laws) friend's house in La Jolla. Watchin' the news. Still don't know what to xpct. My fon dont work. Txts yes."

Proving that he still has a sense of humor, he sent me this pic of himself yesterday, looking like he just robbed someone, but the bandana was so he could breath with all the smoke and ash in the air.

Your prayers are needed

I'm asking anyone reading this to please pray for my little brother, his family and everyone else dealing with the wildfires in California. I just got a call from my mother telling me my brother was packing up their 2 cars along with his wife and baby girl and evacuating their house.

Hoo's that beatin' those Terps?

UVa 18 - UMd 17

Thought this was appropriate today

How Cool Is This!?!?!?

One of the newer features of Netflix is that you can watch a large number of DVDs online. Just now, playing around with this feature, I found one of my favorite shows from my childhood - "Johnny Sokko and his Flying Robot". Awesome!!

The Weekend

I spent the weekend doing two of my favorite things, drinking beer and playing sports. I had 2 flag football games, one soccer game and Oktoberfest in Shirlington. 30 some breweries, warm weather and tons of people. Good times!

Don't Be Surpised When We're Overrun By Zombies

So, did everyone hear about the meteorite that fell in Peru, causing nearby villagers to get sick? Here's a recap:

A fireball fell from the sky and slammed into southern Peru over the weekend, creating a huge crater that emitted a sickeningly smelly gas, local authorities said. More than 600 villagers fell ill, the Peruvian radio network RPP reported Tuesday.

Video reports from the scene, near the remote Andean village of Carancas along Peru's border with Bolivia, showed what appeared to be a 100-foot-wide (30-meter-wide), 20-foot-deep (6-meter-deep) impact crater with a bubbling pool of water at the bottom.

Authorities said that the crater was made Saturday by a falling meteorite. Agence France Presse quoted a local official, Marco Limache, as saying that "boiling water started coming out of the crater, and particles of rock and cinders were found nearby."

Limache told RPP that the gases emanating from the crater caused nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, headaches and stomach pain — so much so that authorities were considering calling a state of emergency. The newspaper La Republica reported that seven policemen became ill and were taken to a hospital.

Seriously, isn't this how every Zombie movies starts? Time to stock up on shotgun shells and bottled water folks!

3 to 1, we beat the Scum!!

Wenger's kids may well have been overawed by the presence of Thierry Henry in his final two years at the club as they are now playing with a freedom that was absent when all the focus was on the legendary No.14. This team are title contenders who will get better as the season moves on.

No one says it better than the Insider!

The True Game Plan

I read this yesterday and have to say I agree:

The Administration's game plan in Iraq is clear. We'll stay in Iraq until the last possible minute and then spend the next 30 years claiming that we only lost because the liberals and the media failed to support the war. You might be surprised by how many people other than Bush have made this exact claim about Vietnam. I'll go ahead and start the rumor that dirty hippies spit on the returning Iraq veterans right now.

Prediction

Today is September 11th, and I predict that during the President's speech today, he will once again say that the war we're in in Iraq is because of the attack on us on 9/11/01. Count how many times he mentions Afghanistan to how many times he mentions Iraq.

Good and Bad

The good - a Monday Night Football Doubleheader. The bad - who are these jokers doing the 2nd game? They're horrible!!

Quote of the Day

"(Notre Dame football coach) Charlie Weis still has more contract
extentions than truly significant victories".

Adam Kilgore, The Washington Post

Any computer geniuses out there?

I just bought the latest expansion pack for my favorite game, Medieval: Total War II and I get these error messages when I try to install Medi II Kingdoms:

"This update cannot be continued," This 1.03.000 update cannot be applied
to the 1.00.000 version of the game," and "Failed to apply updates to Medieval
II: Total War. Aborting installation."

Anyone reading this know how to fix it?

Update

Nerd that I am, I figured it out myself. I 1st had to delete my old version of Medieval II, then reload it (also had to delete the folder and files that were left after the deletion). Then I downloaded patches 1.1 and 1.2 (1.2 took over 3 hours to download, and I have a cable modem!). Once those things are done, the game loaded perfectly.

Read your mail

If you happen to get some mail from the manufacturer of your automobile, I strongly advise you to read it. I got some mail a month or so ago from Saab and ignored it. Oops - it was about a recall on my model. And the other morning, the part in question (the starter) went kaput. I've arranged for it to be fixed Monday morning.

Oh yeah!!!

Can't wait for this one!

Good Times With Arsenal

This is my kind of practice!

Perfect Saturday

It's gorgeous outside, and what am I doing? My fantasy football auction of course!!


* UPDATE

Here's my team:

Pos	Name	Team	Bye	Salary
QB	Vince Young	Titans (TEN)	4	10
RB	Michael Bennett	Chiefs (KAN)	8	2
RB	Willis McGahee	Ravens (BAL)	8	79
WR	Joey Galloway	Buccaneers (TAM)	10	8
WR	Steve Smith	Panthers (CAR)	7	39
TE	Heath Miller	Steelers (PIT)	6	16
R/W/T	Julius Jones	Cowboys (DAL)	8	14
K	David Akers	Eagles (PHI)	5	1
DEF	New England Patriots	Patriots (NWE)	10	5
B-QB	Tony Romo	Cowboys (DAL)	8	10
B-QB	Brett Favre	Packers (GNB)	7	1
B-RB	Correll Buckhalter	Eagles (PHI)	5	3
B-WR	Matt Jones	Jaguars (JAC)	4	2
B-WR	Brandon Lloyd	Redskins (WAS)	4	3
B-TE	Ben Troupe	Titans (TEN)	4	1
B-K	John Carney	Saints (NOR)	4	1
B-DEF	Green Bay Packers	Packers (GNB)	7	2

For my co-workers

For the love of God, if the self-flushing toilet doesn't flush, push the damn button!

That is all.

Mr. Beckham Comes to DC

Folks, this is what a sold out RFK stadium looks like for a proper football match. Yes, most of the people came to see #23, but a good time was had by all as your DC United won 1-0. A full write up tomorrow.

756

Why are steroids worse for the game than the exclusion of black players until 1947? Should Babe Ruth's records also be removed since he never had to hit against the best black pitchers of his time?

Obama's Foreign Policy Speech

Obama just gave a speech outlining his foreign policy vision. Very impressive, here's an excerpt:

Just because the President misrepresents our enemies does not mean we do not have them. The terrorists are at war with us. The threat is from violent extremists who are a small minority of the world's 1.3 billion Muslims, but the threat is real. They distort Islam. They kill man, woman and child; Christian and Hindu, Jew and Muslim. They seek to create a repressive caliphate. To defeat this enemy, we must understand who we are fighting against, and what we are fighting for...

The President would have us believe that every bomb in Baghdad is part of al Qaeda's war against us, not an Iraqi civil war. He elevates al Qaeda in Iraq – which didn't exist before our invasion – and overlooks the people who hit us on 9/11, who are training new recruits in Pakistan. He lumps together groups with very different goals: al Qaeda and Iran, Shiite militias and Sunni insurgents. He confuses our mission...

By refusing to end the war in Iraq, President Bush is giving the terrorists what they really want, and what the Congress voted to give them in 2002: a U.S. occupation of undetermined length, at undetermined cost, with undetermined consequences.

When I am President, we will wage the war that has to be won, with a comprehensive strategy with five elements: getting out of Iraq and on to the right battlefield in Afghanistan and Pakistan; developing the capabilities and partnerships we need to take out the terrorists and the world's most deadly weapons; engaging the world to dry up support for terror and extremism; restoring our values; and securing a more resilient homeland.

Friday Night Music

What Might Have Been

Pix from California

We went out west to attend the wedding of our friend's Adam and Dede in Oakland. We went to Montery first to visit our good friends, Colleen and Santi (Amber's old roommates and 2 of our favorite people). Thursday was spent at a day spa - it was totally the wives' idea, I swear!! We drove up the Pacific Coast Highway on Friday, taking the long, scenic route to Berkeley/Oakland. The wedding was on Saturday night, so we had Saturday morning to take the ferry over to San Francisco and hang out at the Farmer's Market.

My Cousin's Wedding

Before heading out to California last week, we went to my cousin's wedding on a plantation just outside of Charlottesville. I'm sure the former owner's were rolling over in their graves!

Wild, Wild West

 

So, we're sitting here enjoying the weather, and look what was walking down the street!

California Dreamin'

Greetings from the Left Coast! The FW and I are in Monterey for a few days before heading up to Berkeley for a wedding. It's about 35 degrees cooler here than it was in DC when we left yesterday. It's actually chilly - 62 degrees or so. Brrr!

Happy 4th

Hope you all had a happy and safe Independence Day. I did it in the quintessential American way - with my family and friends, drinking beer and eating burgers and dogs cooked over hot coals. It doesn't get any better.

And to close out my favorite holiday, here's our National Anthem.

Virginia is for.... Patriots!

Wahoowa! 

Happy Independence Day Folks!!

Summer Time - it's a family thing

My little brother and his family (his wife Maggie and daughter Maya) are flying in tomorrow morning from San Diego. I'm so excited - since he moved out the west coast 8 years ago, it's very rare that the entire clan gets together. For the 4th, we're all headed to my sister's house (Mom and Dad will be there too), and on Saturday, everyone will be driving to Charlottesville for my cousin's wedding - 4 generations will be there!

Take Care, TiTi. We'll miss you.

It's a sad, sad day in the Chaz household. My favorite player on my favorite team has left. Thierry Henry has left Arsenal for Barcelona, and I'm pretty upset about. It's like my best friend decided to start dating my ex-girlfriend. Anyway, I was an Arsenal supporter long before Henry came to the club, and they're still my favorites. But it's gonna take awhile to get over.

Here's the man in action:



But fear not, Gunner fans, for we do have Robin Van Persie!

Great News

V's been released from the hospital. No more voices! Once I get the details, I'll fill you in.

Hmm

While signing his veto of the stem-cell research bill, President Bush said

"Destroying human life in the hopes of saving human life is not ethical".

Isn't that his reason for the war in Iraq? Kill them over there before they kill us over here? Just sayin'.

Why we can't win in Iraq

I'm reading a fascinating book, "Caesar - Life of A Colossus", by Adrian Goldsworthy, and in his chapters dealing with Caesar's Gallic Wars, I've discovered the reason we won't be able to win the war in Iraq. Caesar was bogged down in a similar situation in Gaul - he had invaded a territory he thought he knew, but came to find out that the inhabitants didn't necessarily want to be ruled by an imperial power. After initial successes, the legions came under more and more attacks from the Gauls, leading to an entire legion being destroyed. The Gauls weren't a unified nation with an army willing and/or able to meet the Romans in a head to head fight, so they resorted to guerrilla tactics.

Caesar "wanted to regain the initiative, which inevitably at the beginning of a revolt lay with the rebels. The Roman army would attack and would show that Rome was still strong in spite of defeat, and that the consequences of opposing it were appalling. The tribes had no single leader, no capital and looked unlikely even to mass into a single field army. Nor would the defeat of one necessarily cause others to capitulate, and each had to be defeated in turn. Lacking these clear targets, Caesar would instead attack the homes and farms of the warriors. Houses would be burned, crops and herds consumed or destroyed, and people killed or enslaved. The Romans had a word for this activity, vastatio, which is the root of the word devastation, and even a verb vastare for the process. It was brutal in the extreme, but could be effective, terrifying the enemy into admitting defeat and coming to terms. Throughout history occupying forces have often turned to similar methods, but few have surpassed Caesar's legions in their ruthlessly efficient application."

The only way we could do this would be to totally abandon who and what we are as a nation. We don't do terror, it's just not are way. It's the opposite of what we say our objective is, winning the hearts and minds of the Iraqi people (which isn't working by the way). And because we aren't as ruthless, as cruel as those we are fighting, we won't win this fight.

South Beach

And these are from our trip to South Beach back in January.



South Beach 07

Ireland

Just found a bunch of pix on my hard drive and thought I'd share them. I'll start with our trip to Ireland a few years ago.



Ireland

Obama on Iraq

Today.

Good News

V should be discharged from the hospital Thursday or Friday.

Oh my God, Obama's a racist! (er, no he's not)

So the leftie blogs (of which I consider myself one) are all in a tither about a memo the Obama camp has been circulating attacking Hillary Clinton for accepting donations from Indian-American companies that outsource jobs to India. According the them, he must be a racist, he called her HILLARY CLINTON (D-PUNJAB). The problem is, she said this about herself last year.

So, apart from the D-Punjab part (which Hillary herself said last year), what about the memo was bad? Are American jobs being sent to India or not? Is Hillary actively courting Indian donors or not? The fact that people are attacking the Obama campaign kind of proves the point - don't say anything about jobs going to India or you must be a racist.

More on V

Dr. Sheerer met with V yesterday and tells us that he believes she's suffering from a psychotic episode and that she should recover fully. He doubts that any medication caused her break, but that the stress she's been under may have had a big part to do with it. She's just not capable of dealing with stress the way that you or I would be able to.

She'll be in the hospital for at least another week. She's still hearing the voices, but she's getting better. Fingers crossed.

Passing the buck

1st, the good news. V's doing better - still hearing voices, but now that she's in the hospital and knows that she's safe, she's improved a lot. So much so, that when Amber was visiting last night, V told her "okay, you can go home now"! Vintage V, she'll let you know exactly how she's feeling and when she's had enough of you.

The bad news - in the time-honored tradition of bureaucrats everywhere, the people who run Victoria's residence are planning on filing a complaint against Amber and/or V's doctor - blaming them for V's breakdown. Incredible! I don't know what to say. Amber does EVERYTHING for her sister, including everything her counselors are supposed to do, and they're now blaming her? They're saying the combination of meds V's on is the cause of the breakdown, never mind the fact that the hospital hasn't said that's the case. V's been on medication to control her weight. The part of your brain that tells you that you're full isn't working on V and she'll just eat and eat and eat - Amber took her to a doctor a few months ago and was able to get her a prescription for Meridia. Now, one of the side effects is mood changes - but this was not a mood change, it was psychosis. Assholes.

We've been blessed to have wonderful family and friends who've been supporting us through all of this, from as far away as San Diego and Sri Lanka! I especially want to thank my little brother's father-in-law Clark (a psychiatrist), who called the other night and helped us a ton.

Good News

V is resting now at the Virginia Hospital Center in Arlington. Amber went to visit her earlier today, but she was sound asleep - her first real sleep in over a week. We're headed back this evening.

The Northern Virginia Training Center, one of five regional residential training centers for individuals with intellectual disabilities operated by the Commonwealth of Virginia, is sending someone to the hospital tomorrow morning to meet with V. The doctor they're sending is one of the few in the country who specializes in patients with MR (mental retardation) and mental illness. Fingers crossed.

Finally

V is being admitted for at least the night. Amber will be home in about an hour - she's completely and utterly exhausted.

latest

Still waiting to be seen. V is now constantly arguing with the voices in her head - Amber's unable to make her stop. The voices are mad at V for going to see the doctor earlier today. This is so, so sad. Amber is a complete wreck now.

Update

Still trying to find a doctor who will see V. So far, none know how to deal with people with mental disabilities. Are going to try Arlington Hospital Center. The voices are getting worse and she's now actively arguing with them. The medication is not working.

Our weekend

We had quite a rough weekend. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned here before, but my wife’s little sister V suffers from mental retardation and cerebral palsy. My wife is pretty much her main support mechanism – she helps her with her bills, takes her grocery shopping, etc. Despite that, she is a very independent young lady. She has her own apartment, goes to work everyday and is just about the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. One of her many quirks is that she talks to herself – she’s actually just thinking out loud, with often comic results. This past week, however, her talking to herself became something else entirely.

For the past week, we’ve noticed that V has been very, very depressed. She used to love going to work, but last week she called us every morning to say that she didn’t want to go to work. Her job coach, hmm, how do I put it…? Her job coach is a fucking bitch. She yells at V when she talks to herself, snaps at her when she gets up to go to the bathroom, basically makes her workday a living hell. Now, most of us have had to deal with horrible bosses, but we’re intellectually capable of handling. V, however, assumes that she’s done something wrong and can’t understand why her job coach is so mean to her. The stress from all of this caused V to have a psychotic break on Friday. She’s begun to hear voices in her head, and it’s freaking her out. Of course, because she talks to herself, we didn’t know what was happening at first. My wife took V to the doctor Saturday morning to get help for her deep depression and that’s when we found out about the psychosis. They gave her some medication and that was it, until Saturday afternoon. The voices in V's head got really, really bad. She thought that her old roommate was with her and that they were both being hurt by another resident (this actually happened a few years ago). She didn’t know where she was or who we were and started screaming and crying. I can’t explain how scary and disturbing it was. My wife took her to the emergency room, where, after waiting for hours for someone to help, was eventually told that no one could help them, because V's mentally retarded and they had no psychiatrists trained to work with her. And with that, they washed their hands of the problem. No suggestions on what to do, they wouldn’t admit her to the psych ward, just a “sorry, can’t help you”. That’s the state of care the mentally retarded routinely get, and it’s horrible. We’re looking into our options today – possibly bringing V into the city to either GW Hospital or Georgetown. We’ve had to stay up with her all night, because the voices won’t leave her alone and she’s scared to death. So far, the voices have only been threatening her, not telling her to harm herself or others. The medication has made the voices whisper instead of yelling, but it’s rough. I’ll keep you posted on how we’re doing.

Wer wußte, daß Deutscher gutes dieses klingen könnte?

I first heard Joy Denalane about 5 years ago - I think it was when we were in Ireland and I was watching some music video channel. The woman is beautiful and what a voice! Goes to prove that even German can sound good! Anyway, Joy is Afro-German (her dad is from South Africa and her mom is German). Check her out:

Friday Night

This Friday night is my gal Sarah D's 30th birthday party. And we're going to kick it like it's 1991!

Scary

Just saw this on the 5:00 news. A National Guard unit from Frederick, MD is being deployed to Iraq and the father of one of the soldiers was interviewed by a reporter. The father said about his son "he's doing his duty for his community, his country and his faith". His faith? I had to rewind the DVR twice to make sure I heard it right. Duty to his faith to fight in Iraq. That is so fucked up.

Still here.

Yep, I'm still here. Sorry for the lack of posts lately - I've been much busier than usual. Mother's Day, my anniversary, work - I'm barely keeping up with everything. I've got a ton to write about, so check back in a couple of days.

It keeps getting better

Just got to Dallas and found out my flight home to DC has been cancelled. No apologies, no explanations. I now have to wait 6 hours for the next flight home. Fun, eh?

All by myself

So, I'm here at the Austin airport and going through security, I realized I lost my cell phone. Either some very gifted pickpocket got a hold of it while I was in check-in line, or it fell out of my pocket on my ride to the airport (stupid cargo shorts). It's weird how much I panicked when I realized I didn't have my phone. I don't really need it between now and the time I get home. And I can obviously use my laptop to communicate with folks in the meantime. But the loss of ability to immediately contact anyone is a little scary, I suddenly feel very, very alone.

Blind Dates

True story:

Which God Are You?

Just saw this on Andrew Sullivan's site. I'm Buddha!

Which God or Goddess are you like? Your Result: Budha   You are Budha. You are a very peaceful person, you love all who love you. You are a cheerful personality, and you have a great sense of humor. Congratulations!! You are Budha!!
Jesus
The Christian God
Goddess Bast
God Zeus
Goddess Sekhemet
You are your own God or Goddess
Satan
Which God or Goddess are you like? Make Your Own Quiz

Thoughts in a hotel suite

So, I'm sitting here in my suite in Austin, watching TV and eating room-service, and a thought just occurred to me - Julie Louis Dreyfus is 10x hotter now than she was in her Seinfeld days. That's it, carry on!

On the road again

I'm in the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport, on my way to Austin for work. 2nd time in a month. And I'm headed to Cheyenne, Wyoming in 2 weeks. Yee Haw.

He's still alive?

I'm sitting here watching the Warriors-Mavs game (great series, Golden State!), and who do I see on the Mavs bench? Old ass Kevin Willis!! I had no idea he was alive, much less still in the NBA. Dude was born in 1962!

DWB

In today's Washington Post, columnist Eugene Robinson wrote about the latest study on the instances of minorities being pulled over by the police, i.e., Driving While Black (or brown) - DWB. A reader responded to him today by asking,

what's the big deal? If you're not hiding anything, who cares?

My response to that is here:

The big deal is that a lifetime of people crossing the street when they see you coming, of women on elevators clutching their persons when you get on, of salespeople following your around a store, of people questioning why you're living in a certain neighborhood, of assuming you're in college because of a sports scholarship, these things add up to an incredible feeling of helplessness, anger and frustration. 17 years later I still remember my 1st experience of DWB. I was driving to the Outer Banks right after finals my fourth year in college, with my (white) girlfriend. We were on I-64, moving along with traffic, when a Virgnia State Trooper pulled up alongside us, gave us a long, hard stare, passed us on the left, pulled over on the side of the highway -- and once we passed him came back onto the road behind us and pulled me over. Said I was tailgating the car in front of me. The closest car to me was a good 25 yards ahead. Here we are in 2007, and every time I think about it, I still start shaking with anger.

To quote Jay-Z - "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for? Because I'm young and I'm black and my hat’s real low? Do I look like a mind-reader, sir? I don't know."

May 1, 2007

May 1, 2003

Bring Them Home

Truth in Fiction?

He might turn the speech into the usual denunciation of traitors and thought-criminals, but that was a little too obvious, while to invent a victory at the front, or some triumph of over-production in the Ninth Three-Year Plan, might complicate the records too much.

What was needed was a piece of pure fantasy. Suddenly there sprang into his mind, ready-made as it were, the image of a certain Comrade Ogilvy, who had recently died in battle, in heroic circumstances. There were occasions when Big Brother devoted his Order for the Day to commemorating some humble, rank-and-file Party member whose life and death he held up as an example worthy to be followed.



Today he should commemorate Comrade Ogilvy. It was true that there was no such person as Comrade Ogilvy, but a few lines of print and a couple of faked photographs would soon bring him into existence.


George Orwell, "1984"

Giuliani is a fearmonger and an a**hole!!

Guess what everyone's favorite mayor is saying now? That if a Democrat is elected president in 2008, American will be at risk for another terrorist attack on the scale of 9/11. But if a Republican is elected, he said, especially if it is him, terrorist attacks can be anticipated and stopped. Like the Republican who was in the White House on 9/11, dumba**?

Hoos For Hokies

This was painted on Beta Bridge in Charlottesville following the horrible events the other day at VT.



Beta Bridge is on Rugby Road, where most of the fraternities at UVa are located (either on Rugby or close by). Most often, the bridge is painted on Wednesday or Thursday nights to advertise a party at a fraternity, but some great kids at UVa decide to switch it up a little bit.

Meanwhile

Let's not forgot about the other horrible deaths this week. Close to 200 Iraqis were killed yesterday by bombs in Baghdad, over 200 Americans have been killed since February 1st of this year.

Mmm, beer and pizza

I figured we all need something to laugh at today, after the horrible events in Blacksburg (props to Deadspin).



The best part of this clip, other than the slo-motion replay, is how much fun the announcers are having talking about it.

My prayers are with Blacksburg

The latest addition

Say hello to Ronin Orion Batacharia, the newest addition to our multicultural clan, and my 2nd nephew. He was born 3 weeks ago and is my FW's sister's 1st born. His Dad is a math professor and his mom is getting her PhD in Clinical Psych. I'll make sure to teach him to throw and catch - Lord knows his parents won't be able to!

Sometimes It Snows In April

Prince was right. Just woke up, and this was outside our window. It's April 7th folks. It was 81 degrees at the beginning of the week!

It's a marathon

But my man's running a great race. Obama raised $25 million, with over 100,000 donors. He had as many online donors (50,000) as HRC had total (she raised $26 million). Also, he refused to take any money from lobbyists or PACs. Damn!!

Early morning April 4

Shots rang out in a Memphis sky.

She's too Cool!!

I've always like Alanis Morissette, but now I'm in full blown awe! Check this out:

Spring is here, at least for a couple of days

80 degrees today and tomorrow, then 50's and 40's for the rest of the week. Better take advantage of the weather while I can. Think I'll take the dog to our favorite pub, sit outside with a pint or two and just enjoy ourselves.

Shift Happens

Saw this today during a meeting at work.

This Ad Actually Made Me Cry

Austin, Day 2

So my bag showed up this morning at 9:00 am, an hour before my presentation. Needless to say, by the time I got there, I was pretty nervous. In fact, I was sweating like Marion Barry, and had to keep mopping my brow with a handkerchief to keep the sweat from dripping in my eyes. Sexy, eh? But my presentation actually went very well - though it lasted almost 5 hours! The participants all came up to me afterwards to thank me and tell me that I made a pretty difficult subject easy to understand. Tomorrow, I'm meeting with them again to see if what I taught them stuck, and to actually implement it into their actual work. I plan to actually check out some Austin music spots tomorrow night, and then I fly home early Wednesday morning. I can't wait to get home and see the FW and Kaleb. The FW's been out of town since last Thursday. Her sister had a baby and she drove out to Kentucky to visit, and is headed home tomorrow.

Austin

I've made it to Austin. My bags, however, haven't. Southwest seems to have forgotten to unload about half of the bags from my flight, and they're now on their way to El Paso, then LA and Oakland. They say they'll get to me tonight. I hope so, because I have a presentation at 10:00 am.

I'm still here

Hey folks. Sorry for the lack of posts lately, but I've been alot busier than usual lately. I'm headed to Austin, TX for work and Sunday - giving a big presentation that I've been preparing for. It's also the start of soccer season, so I've been getting myself back in shape by playing pick-up as much as possible.

This Saturday is St. Patrick's Day, and for the 1st time since we've been together, I won't be spending it with my FW. She left this morning to visit her sister who just had a little boy. That now makes it Nieces 5 - Nephews 2. I've got to do double duty for the family since she won't be here. It's gonna be cold and blustery, but I think I'll somehow survive. The plan is to meet friends at The Big Jig, a huge block party downtown with beer, food and music. If it gets too cold, I'm sure I'll find a nice, cozy (as in packed to the rafters) pub to warm up in.

Men vs. Women

glumbert.com - How to Shower: Women vs. Men

Uncle Vance

My Uncle Vance died last week. He's my 3rd family member in little over a year to pass away. This is gonna sound coarse, but at least this wasn't a surprise. He'd been fighting cancer for a long, long time and was able to make his peace and leave on his own terms. Uncle Vance was a WW2 veteran, and I used to love staying up late and listen to him tell stories about the war, while he and my father and their brothers and sisters played cards, drank and smoked. He was always fun to be around - I can't remember a time that he didn't make me laugh. One story in particular will always stand out - how he beat up Hitler during the war (his actual words were that he kicked Hitler's ass). As a 3rd grader, I couldn't wait to tell my teachers that one. And yes, I got in trouble for arguing with them when they told me my Uncle hadn't beat up Hitler (he did, in fact, beat up his racist sergeant and spent a good deal of time in the brig during the push towards Germany).

Weekend Getaway

Headed out of town for the long weekend with the FW and friends. A weekend of skiing. Yeah, I know. I figure if it's gonna be cold outside, might as well make the most of it.

Why this family is supporting Obama

My wife loves Hilary Clinton. Absolutely loves her. As long as I've known her, she's wanted Hilary to run for President. But something interesting has happened - she's an Obama supporter, like me. Why? Because he's for a fresh start, a change. The Clinton's had 8 years to do their thing. Bush has had 8 years. Let's try something completely different. Things can only get better. As he says himself,

“I recognize there is a certain presumptuousness - a certain audacity - to this announcement. I know I haven’t spent a lot of time learning the ways of Washington. But I’ve been there long enough to know that the ways of Washington must change."

And here's something I picked up from The Carpetbagger Report, the years in elected office of those running for President:

* Obama: 10 years (7 state Senate, 3 U.S. Senate)
* Clinton: 8 years (8 U.S. Senate)
* Edwards: 6 years (6 U.S. Senate)
* Giuliani: 8 years (two, four-year mayoral terms)
* Romney: 4 years (one four-year gubernatorial term)
* McCain: 25 years (4 U.S. House, 21 U.S. Senate)

OBAMA!!!!

"The life of a tall, gangly, self-made Springfield lawyer tells us that a different future is possible. He tells us that there is power in words. He tells us that there is power in conviction. That beneath all the differences of race and region, faith and station, we are one people. He tells us that there is power in hope."

Still in 1st!!

It was close, but my Hoos just beat Maryland a few minutes ago, 69-65, for a season sweep and sole possesion of 1st place in the ACC!!

Halftime Show

In case you missed it, here is Prince's performance from last night.

Damn!!!

Best. Halftime. Show. Ever!!!

Prince is rockin' the shit out of Miami, y'all!

Hoo's Your Daddy?

UVa 68 - 66 Duke (in OT)!!!! 6-2 in the ACC - could we be at the Big Dance next month? Look at top 4 teams in the league right now. Of course, Carolina is tops - they're pretty f'in good this year. But the next 3 teams aren't your usual suspects - Va. Tech, BC and Virginia (all 6-2 in the league). Outstanding!

Over before it starts

Thanks Joe, it was nice knowing you.

“I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy,” he said. “I mean, that’s a storybook, man.”

Senator Joe Biden talking about Barrack Obama.

Don't you miss dating?

“Don’t you miss dating?” Uh oh! This is how Amber, my FW (Fabulous Wife for my new visitors) started a conversation not too long ago. This immediately put me into my GUY DEFENSIVE MODE – “Of course not, you’re perfect” or something to that effect.

As usual, I misinterpreted what she was saying. FW was talking about how much fun dating was for her and how she misses going out like we used to do. She’s right. Since we got the dog (who I wrote about earlier), we don’t really go out anymore. As wonderful as he is, he’s also fuckin’ neurotic, with serious separation anxiety issues (based, in no small part, on the fact that his previous owner died at home and he was inside with the body for a few days). If we leave him alone at night, he goes ape-shit, barking his fool head off. If we had a house, it wouldn’t be a problem, but we own a condo, with people living above us. We’ve recently found a few dog sitters, but haven’t really taken advantage of them yet. Wow, we sound pretty pathetic, don’t we? If aliens came down and observed us, they’d think we were the animal and the dogs were the intelligent species. I mean we clean up their shit, feed them, play with them whenever they want. Damn!

Sorry ‘bout that little detour. I was talking about dating, right? Anyway, I totally get what the FW was saying. Remember that feeling you would get in your gut when you would see someone you just started going out with? That same feeling you would get when a teacher would spring a pop quiz on you or call on you in class when you weren't paying attention - major butterflies in your stomach. I can remember when Amber and I 1st started dating (not just Amber, but anyone I dated. Sorry honey!), remembering how great she was and how she made me feel, but having a hard time remember her face. Anyone else know what I'm talking about? I miss that. I miss flirting when there were consequences. I'm still a big flirt, but both the object of my flirtation and I know nothing will come of it. I miss the 2nd date, because that meant she liked me enough to see me again. Nothing like a little validation, though the fact that she married my punk ass is pretty damn validating as well.

Full disclosure - I never dated much. I know, shocking. I didn't date at all in high school. Way too shy and self-conscious. I did have some MAJOR crushes though, especially on Kathy Murphy. She was the Andie to my Duckie (Pretty in Pink, children). That was pretty much my roll in high school - The Friend. Seriously, my life was a John Hughes movie. Duckie in Pretty in Pink, Kevin Dolenz in St. Elmo's Fire, you get the picture. It wasn't until my 2nd year at UVa (1st year was one long infatuation with Sophia DeSousa. English accent, punk dresser, need I say more), after I joined my fraternity that I developed something close to self confidence and started dating. 1st girfriend, Guia. Then I met Julie, and fell back into my Duckie mode for a year or so. Then there was Kathy. I seriously thought I'd marry her. We only dated for, what, 2 1/2 years, but they were good years (19-21). Sorry, I'm starting to channel Rob Fleming in High Fidelity. Great book by the way. Great author too. Actually, he's my favorite, and not just because he's an Arsenal fan. But I'm losing you now. Let me wrap this up by saying, I agree with my wife. I, too, miss dating. I'll write more on the ups and downs (mainly downs) of my dating past later on.

Golden Handcuffs

What do you do when your job bores you to tears, but pays you so well that there's no way you'd leave? I'm bored, bored, bored with my job. It's become so petty and brings me absolutely no joy. Oh, I've got plenty of work to do, but there's no sense of fulfillment with my work. I don't feel I'm actually doing anything of importance. That's not exactly true. I'm not doing anything that challenges me or makes me feel worthwhile. That, my friends, is an awful feeling.

Now, my FW, she has a job she absolutely loves; one in which she can see the difference she makes in people's lives. It doesn't pay a great deal of money, so there's no way in Hell I could just up and switch careers now.

A couple of years ago, I tried getting into the field that I think would bring me the most joy, workwise - working in politics. But God, the pay was more than insulting. There's no way I could have taken any of the offers I had and still been able to afford certain things - like food, or clothing. Maybe when I was younger - a whole lot younger - when a diet of Ramen noodles, pizza and Coke would have been awesome. But I'm married now, with a mortgage. I always wondered why the radicals from the 60's sold out. Now I know. You have to make choices, and my chance to do what I want to do sadly passed me by years ago.

Unconditional

There was a time, not that long ago, that the FW and I would get in the same silly argument over and over. The topic? Did our dog love us or not. Seriously. FW has a huge heart and absolutely believes that our dog loves us as much as we love him. Being a premature curmudgeon (I'm only 38 but have started acting and thinking like a man twice my age) I said "of course not, he's dog. Why do you want to give human emotions to an animal?" But lately, looking at my little man, I think my FW was absolutely right. Every morning she wakes up before me and takes him outside. The 1st thing he does when he comes back inside is run, full steam, back to the bedroom and onto the bed to see me. When she goes to bed before I do, he will sit at my feet, sometimes until 1:00 am, until I'm ready for bed. He really is my shadow. When I'm feeling down, or reflective, he somehow knows this and will lay his little head in my lap, let out a deep sigh, and force me to pay attention to him - somehow he knows this will cheer me up. And the look in his eyes, man, let me tell you, he could melt the coldest of hearts.

Now, I know my siblings, who both have children will laugh at this as the ramblings of a crazy man, and will tell me there's no love like the love of a child. They may be right, but as I have no kids yet, I can't compare the two (and since they've never owned a dog as adults, neither can they), but the fact that he never, ever gets upset with me and his whole purpose in life somehow seems to be to make me happy, well, that's pretty damn cool.



Kaleb

Is It Common For The Police To Call For Backup On A Routine Traffic Stop?

Yesterday, on the way home from work, I stopped to get my oil changed. After leaving Jiffy Lube, I was making a left hand turn, and noticed a motorcycle cop behind me. As soon as I made the turn, he turned on his siren and pulled me over. I knew I turned my signal on, and my lights had just been checked at Jiffy Lube, so why was he pulling me over. I rolled down the window and he said "Hey Buddy, you know it's illegal to have a radar detector?" Radar detector? What was he talk... oh, it was my Sirius satellite radio. It does look a lot like a radar detector. Anyway, he made me show him the radio and asked if there was somewhere else I could put it. I told him that wouldn't really solve the problem, since anywhere I put it, it would still look like a radar detector. As this was going on, 2 patrol cars pulled up. I guess he needed backup on a radar detector stop. Very weird.

We Are So Screwed

Why won't the U.S. press do reports like this?

Shocking!

This from ABC News today:

Mimicking the hijackers who executed the Sept. 11 attacks, insurgents reportedly tied to al Qaeda in Iraq considered using student visas to slip terrorists into the United States to orchestrate a new attack on American soil.

You have to read way into the article to find out that this isn't breaking news. In fact, "the documents captured by coalition forces during a raid of a safe house believed to house Iraqi members of al Qaeda six months ago". Six months ago? And they wait until the night before the State of The Union to talk about it? Do they really think the American people are that stupid?

The article goes on to say that "the plan was uncovered in its early stages, and sources say there is no indication that the suspects made it into the United States. Officials also emphasize that there is no evidence of an imminent attack". No evidence of an imminent attack? Then why is this news?

Worst. Actor. Ever.

Every Monday night at 10:00 pm, my FW and I sit down to watch a show so terrifically bad, it's good. CSI:Miami. David Caruso is the new William Shatner. Take a look.

South Beach

Just got back from visiting South Beach with my favorite lady (that would be my wife, folks). Here are some pix taken on our jaunt to sunny, warm Florida.



South Beach 07

The Counter Attack

From my West Coast Little Brutha #2, Sunflower Dubois -

When you walk out of your front door in the morning, what's the first thing you see? When you begin your commute to the job that costs more to get there and back than you earn; Before you have cleared your head and opened your eyes and prepared yourself for the beginning of the unknown, what blinds you? When the twelve dollars you planned to last you through the week has been spent on the neccessary morning stimulants,tell me, what rains down on you like a god? Have you ever noticed how often and how quickly you are solicited to spend? Of course you have. How could you not notice the 8 a.m. billboard reminding you of the 2007 SUV with Autobon capabilities. Is it possible to ignore the Sanyo blimp? Is there a public bus that doesn't glow with yellow side-panels selling walkie-talkie features and unlimited ring-tones? How many times will you be convinced that you love the golden arches? How fast will you be sold a seven dollar coffee?

The minute we wake we are sold something. We are told our lives will be more enjoyable or of higher value if we complete ourselves with so and so's product. We are told that the air-brushed smiles and digitized eyes can't be wrong. We're told that we aren't seeing shit unless it's on a ninety-eight inch plasma.

This year, BILLIONS of dollars will be spent by the advertising industry telling us which object of popularity best suits us and our wallet, and every morning there will be a new scheme, a new illusion, a new neccessity created in order to get us to spend and, basically, purchase ourselves deeper into debt and poverty.

None of this is new to us, though. We have long been aware of the Beast and his manipulation and his hunger for what we earn. But what do we do about it?

It's easy to walk with our heads down, avoiding eye contact with the billboards and neon signs, but wouldn't you rather keep your head up and enjoy what little open space remains?

What if we, as artist from all walks, decided to counter-attack. I use the term "counter-attack" because we are, indeed, being attacked. We are bombarded from all angles with heavy handed commercialism and struck down by the material goals that have been designed and set for us to obtain. Our city streets have been attacked and are now patrolled by artificial hopes and aspirations.

But,

what if, one morning, when you begin your day, instead of mass advertisements and the encouragements to buy, buy, buy, you are encouraged to live, to appreciate the beauty around us, to love without condition, to "create" the beautiful days we so often tell eachother to "have". What if we were asked to give instead of consume?

Brothers and Sisters, I stand convinced that we, as artists and lovers and educators and truthseekers, hold the golden key to the (r)evolution we speak of everyday. There is noone more capable of promoting growth and devolpment better than US.

So, I ask you to come together in "The Counter-Attack".

Nationwide, we will be giving the gift of Art. Within our communities we will distribute, post and promote Art of all forms. Whether it be our own creations or the creations of other's that inspire us; whether it be our paintings or poetry or our own independant music, we will give it. We will occupy those rush hour intersections and offer our love of color and word play and rhythms. We will encourage others to excape the materialistic and commercial avenues they travel. We will ask people to display art in their windows. We will gather in the parks and paint with our children (they are all of our children). We will approach our neighborhood coffee shops and ask to have poetry readings. We will have poetry readings in the street. We will add some color to the grey streets and replace the murmur of advertisement with the heartbeat of the people who nolonger wish to be sold anything.

The possibilities are numerous. It is time we come together and coordinate this day. If only for one day, we can block out the rays of consumption, and give.

If you are interested in involving your city and community please contact me and lets exchange ideas and discuss the routes to take.

Lets do this people.

I also ask those of you who are already involved in our movement to please repost this and keep the word going.

Thank You, Sunflower duBois.