Merry Christmas (or Happy Holidays)

I believe it was a few years ago when I posted about the hullabaloo about saying "Merry Christmas" as opposed to a more PC greeting, "Happy Holidays".

I have a young lady in one of my classes and after a quite friendly and informative discussion, I discovered that her family doesn't celebrate many (for that matter any) of the Christian holidays.  Without divluging any personal information, her family worships a different religion.  When I asked if she could share some more about the what's and how's of her religion, she kindly explained.  Quite simply, she stated, it's not about the gifts; it's about doing work for Him, in His honor.  I was touched by the succint and yet full explanation of this.

Why tell you the story about this person?  She was able to reach into my black crusted heart of tolerance and peel back one of those layers.  I now have a new found respect for those that may not celebrate Christmas, but celebrate His love and ideals in other ways. 

As my sons opened their gifts and my wife hers, I considered what this young person shared with me, and quite frankly smiled.  It's not that I was so proud of myself, but that I was glad to have spent the eleven or so hours in the car driving 667 total miles start to finish to be with loved ones across the state of Texas.

Kris and Alton, I love both you guys.  You took time out of your busy schedules to share a bit of time with me during this hectic season.  Tell Kelley and Danielle (your respective wife) thanks for me as well.

Grandma, I love with all my heart.  I enjoyed your hospitality, but more importantly, your company.  Our conversations remain close to my heart.

Mom, a many thanks.  It was good to see you and the kids and Chris.  As crazy as our times together can be, they are truly priceless.

Nelson, you've shown me proof that change is possible, and in many cases, inevitable.  You told me that this is perhaps the best Christmas in quite a few years.  I think it's a reflection of the changes you've made in your heart that has brought you these rewards.  I love you bro.

So to all of you out there, may you be touched my His grace.

Cheers.

Dancing Teachers

Just a quickie here.

I had the opportunity (chance intervened on this...) to do a bit of work on video, namely having my mini-choir kids taped for a video announcement.

It's here; just make sure that you watch until the last minute for so.

Frosty makes a visit (joke: dancing fat white man).

Happy holidays to you and yours, wherever you are celebrating.

Be safe and merry!

The Mert

Destination Vacation: 600 miles

I'm about to embark on my yearly sojourn, to visit with loved ones across our lovely state of Tejas.

I started this a last year, and it was actually pretty cool. I got to see a number of close ones that I don't see too often without missing my family for too long.

I think that's the best part. In this season, we are often so worried about the various crap that we are going to give to someone or that we might receive. I hate to call it crap as many times people spend agonizing moments analyzing and debating whether to get the citrus- or mango-and-cream scented lotion for their lady friend. We talk about how Christmas (or Hanukkah or any other gift giving occasion) is about being with the ones we love, but Oh, we have to get Soandso a gift too.

Am I guilt of this? Absolutely to a certain extent. I like buying my boys gifts; they are kids. I like to get my wife certain things. My friends know that I like to get them just seemingly random stuff for the fun of it.

But in the end, I would hope that my simple and humble companionship be enough. For me, that's what I want. What other reason do I have to make this sojourn and spend three and a half days away from my boys and wife? As much as I miss them, I enjoy it that much more to see them as I drive up.

And before you are so quick to judge, I teach my boys values. But that's another story...

To you and yours, may the holidays bring love and joy in all its splendor.

Cheers

Black Friday

I have to admit, as much as I like shopping, I hate it.

To be so hedonistic gives such sinful pleasure.  While I enjoy seeing the look on someone's face receive that "special" gift, it's nothing compared to the look of passer-by's in the mall as you drop X amount of dollars at the mall, store, or wherever you spend your money.  For a bit of that envious glare from unknown strangers, you buy the cow, the harness, and two bales of hay.  And for that, I hate it.

I hate wanting to gain that stupid satisfaction that comes from a stranger's glance.  That sneer that one develop's when you know you got what some Joe Schmo doesn't have quite yet.  It's a dirty feeling and I feel like shouting "Out damn spot; out!".  The wife and I did Black Friday and for all the little gifts we got for our family and friends, I have a bit of a sour taste in my mouth.

I just read about the Wal-Mart worker was trampled to death upon the store's opening today.  As much as I like a deal, how much humanity have we lost to step upon a human being in order to garner a few $2 DVDs and a really big and flat TV for $400.  Let's be honest folks; none of those people out this morning were in dire need of those things.  Yes, I love a deal too, but c'mon...someone died.  Imagine being in that crowd of over 2.000 who rushed in when the doors were unlocked.  I wasn't there, but I did say unlocked, not exactly opened.  

Imagine being in that pent-up energy, building up as the seconds tick by, hearing the two ladies next to you voice their plan about hitting such and such area first.  Suddenly, there's a hush as the blue vested man approaches the doors.  He unlocks them and begins to open them.  Hell is thusly unleashed.  The crowd rushes through, the smell of deals and saved money awaiting to be spent on on countless other deals tickles the adrenal glands just enough for a squirt of that lively juice.  Elbows get pushed, voices raise over the din and suddenly you feel something rubbery on under your footsteps.  You glance down and see some blue but can't stop due to the wave of humans following you and fifty others' path.  Tragedy befalls us.

I actually had a few other things I had hoped to write about, but those all seemed trivial in comparison.  My thoughts and prayers to any and all who were physically hurt today in our attempt to save as much money as possible to garner as much crap to give to others.

Excuse me; I'm going to go wash my hands and brush my teeth again.

Playing Guitar: Not so easy

Tom is quite proud of me.  My callouses are building up nicely.  

It's been almost two months since I started really practicing playing guitar, and it's been going quite well.  

I don't know everything; it's almost frustrating to not be able to play certain songs because I can't play certain chords well.  I'm having most of my troubles with F and B chords and barre chords.  But, being able to play my little collection is still rewarding.  In fact, playing a few songs, my wife even sang along (she sings a bit better than me some might say).

My wife was so proud when I took that sheaf of papers and organized it into a little black folder.  Close to thirty songs, they are basics.  I'm also learning some solos, but they aren't as easy as the performers make it seem.  Such artistry and talent, I've yet to reach that potential.  Still, I was able to impress my wife's nephew with the riff from "Beat It".  

Duh-da-da-da-duh; duh-da-da-da! Duh-da-da-da-duh; duh-da-da-da! 

"They told us 'Doncha ever come 'round here...Don't wanna see your face; you betta disappear..."

Fall Out Boy's version is okay with John Mayer, but doesn't touch the original.  

White glove is optional.

Live at Round Top: Top 8 List

Well, I said I would get it done and I finally did.

Surprisingly enough, the audio I got from the performance at the wedding was beyond decent. While not in stereo, it's quite clean and you can really make out the entire trio.

I've gone ahead and made a WMA version of "Falling Softly" for all those interested.  I've emailed a great many of you this copy, but for anyone interested, just drop me a line and I'll shoot you one PDQ.

EDIT:  I just finished uploading it, so anyone really interested can get it here.  The price?  Just leave a comment.  Easy enough, eh?

For those of you that missed it, my buddy Kris and his lovely bride Kelley were joined in holy matrimony this past weekend.  The weather was gorgeous and the setting was simply stunning. 

 Amidst a great company of family and friends, we all watched as our two loved ones began their wonderful journey together.

I'm sure that everyone had a wonderful time and there's of stories of various "events" that occurred unbeknownst to our two hosts.  For me, I simply smiled and took the whole scene in.  I did do my chivalrous duties beyond a groomsman, by offering my designated driver services.

Let's finish this off with the Top 8 moments from the Denby-Bussone Weekend, from my experience.

8.  Getting showed up by Dino on the links - Yeah, he beat me.  Quite soundly at that.  He will get his one day.  The beer that I owe him at least...

7.  The baby in the Star Bar - WTF?  I didn't get it, but I guess the parents decided lil' junior was old enough to party in the smoke-laden room.  

6.  Crashing at the Denby's - The fact that they put me up was great, almost as good as the fact 

that they put up with me.  A second Mom & Dad, I love them immensly.  

5.  Getting booted out of the After-Party - There was a party around the corner at this historic house and after arriving, we (along with pretty much everyone else) was quickly "asked" to depart the premises.  I guess someone ruined it for everyone.  

4.  Garland's Barking Spiders - I've known many a friendly people in my time, and the fact that this gentlemen decided to share with me and the rest of the groomsmen his barking spiders simply showed the extent of his friendliness.  They were not in the least silent, but quiet far from deadly.  

3.  Musical Performances - I was simply blown away by the song that Kelley's sister wrote and performed during the rehearsal dinner.  I was moved again by the stirring performance by Kris, Chuck and John.  

2.  Watching Kim cry through the entire ceremony - Wow, a beautiful girl in front of me, a solemn ceremony and reddish eyes unceasingly shedding tears of joy.  At least I hope they were...

1. The Ceremony - Duh.  What did you think was going to be the top moment?  I've known Kris since 1st grade, and this moment really is a great reflection of Kris and the moments that he's shared with all his friends.  True, sincere, and heartfelt.  

Cheers to you and your new wife, bro.

The Flesh Wounds Premiere

I had the opportunity to be a part of one of my best friend's weddings.  Quite awesome.  A beautiful ceremony, one truly breathtaking part was the amount of work that Kris and his compatriots took to surprise Kelley with a scene stealing show.

While an interesting back story on Once, Kris decided to surprise his lovely bride with this rendition of Glen Hansard's and Markéta Irglová's "Falling Slowly".  I'd say she was pretty surprised.

Here's they are folks; The Flesh Wounds.

EDIT: I've now uploaded both the video and the song.  Get it now here!

EDIT #2: Okay, apparently there's an issue with this Box.net link, so I've put it on zShare and you can get it here now.

To My Friend...

As it appears that my counter flipped over 1500 (500 since my last major update), I take this occaision to write about something quite significant:  my friend's wedding.

This Saturday, my friend Kris and his fiancee Kelley are to wed in a small town south of Austin.  I have the honor of being part of this awesome ceremony, and as the day approaches I simply reflect back on my wedding and that promise I made to my wife many years ago.

I've never been so lucky to find my soul mate, that one singular entity that makes you complete.  And truly, my wife flatters me.  She brings out all that is best in me, even when I'm angry.  Through her, I've learned the virtues of patience and understanding, the value of family, and most importantly, the irreplaceable feeling of being love.

So to my friend, I offer you these but humble pieces of advice...

1. Thanks - Always give thanks for that greater power that be for bringing Kelley into your life.  As it is, life works in the strangest of ways.  For whatever reason, she entered your life and there shall remain, a constant compliment to you.  For all that she brings (and you mess up), give thanks.  For all the arguments that get started, give thanks for having a fire in your lives.  For all the sad moments, give thanks for that shoulder to cry upon.  For all the stolen moments, give thanks.  If she ever asks "How many more times are you going to say thanks?", you reply should always be, "At least once more..."
2. Little Things - Robert Brault once said, "Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things."  The little things all form together to make that big thing called life.  Obviously, you'll remember big things like your wedding and milestones of such; but what about those burned meals that first year?  How about incessant talking about the most mudane things, or always forgetting to throw away your soda can when you're done with it?  I'd miss my wife's nagging if it weren't there; just don't tell her that, okay?
3. Carpe Diem - Not just some cheesey Robin Williams line, but a way of life.  You are given but this moment just this once.  Take it; seize it; rip it from the wretched hands of time and ride it out for all that it's worth.  To offer another quote, “One day at a time--this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering."  Each day offers its own rewards; seek it out with the company that you keep at that moment.

Marriage is a treasure that has oft eluded many.  Kris and Kelley, you are fortunate to make this journey together.  I wish you both nothing but shared moments of happiness and joy.  Robert Fulgham once quipped, "What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul."  Lucky you, Kris; you gained the world and enriched your soul.

Playing Guitar: The Start

I finally started taking guitar lessons.

This is actually something that's been in the works for about two years now, but seriously so for about the last six months.  The one thing holding me back?  Actually having a guitar.  And that's been the fruit of the argument for the last six months.

I have a friend named Tom.  Tom is quite a talented man.  He knows horses, breed Papillons, and is quite the music afficianado.  Tom has experience playing in bands for many years and knows ins and outs of playing.

Tom and I have been debating the whole acoustic-versus-electric guitar and I finally decided on the electric.  Why?  Well, it would be that most of the songs that really inspired me to learn to play are from electric.  Tom's contention is that acoustic is more forgiving and versatile; as such, it makes for a great starter.  My thoughts (and I fully agree with Tom's assessment) is that the motivation lies with a different style, and that the electric is harder to play, therefore honing my skills.  Either way, the decision was made and I was off and searching for guitars.

Tom, in the mean time, would meet with me about once a week outside of work and we would go over fingerings and chords, basic guitar-ology stuff.  He was kind enough to lend me a guitar in the meantime.  We also searched and slowly decided on an Ibanez package.  We looked at some Fender packages and some Epiphones, but in the end, we wanted a guitar that was going to be as much bang for the buck.  As I took home the borrowed guitar and showed my family.  My wife asked me about buying that one, but I replied that it wasn't my place to ask something like that.  Fate worked her wonders and low and behold, Tom ended up offering to sell the guitar to me for what I believe to be a really awesome price.

In any case, I know have a guitar that I think looks awesome, and slowly building up some serious fretting skills.

Maybe not quite serious, but you get the picture.

Friday Nights Lights

I was fortunate enough to read the book when I was in high school, but the message of the book didn't hit home until I fully reached adulthood.

I played a role (albiet a severely minor one) in my high school's football team's success.  In my four years in high school, we lost only seven games, reaching the state semi-finals our senior year.  I witnessed first hand the sacrifices kids (yes, I said kids; more on this in a bit) made to play, to be part of that success.  I saw coaches quietly confer about a player's health.  I saw favorites fall by the wayside as soon as the season concluded.

For all this, high school football is still a great thing to watch.  I've lived in my new home town for the last eleven years, and in the past five or six years I've started going to games regularly. This past Friday, I got to attend my first Friday Night game this season.  Our new stadium is quite nice, with the brand spankin' new turf and larger facilities.  Sweetness.

For the most part, no surprises.  The game was a pleasure to watch.  My son truly enjoyed the overlal atmosphere.  The cheers, the lows, and bands playing; it was all simply a joy to watch.  I don't think those kids should be put on a pedastal any more than they are:  they summons thousands to watch them play a game as it is.  The players are kids.  Many times, overzealous parents and spectators expect professional players to throw a frozen rope within a two-yard spot, expect a defense to clobber the opponent.  These players are kids.  We can have high expectations, but remember that they are kids playing a game.  The fun is in the competition.  In the end, I hope that people remember that Friday Night Lights is an event for fun and games, not a means to reliving youth lost.  

Edit:  I just remembered.  My buddy wrote about fall.  That's just so football season.

Rant over; I still had fun at the game.

Sins of the Father: I Hate Studying

I always hated studying. I'd lie to Mom and Dad, conveniently forget my homework, and just flat outdeny ever having any to Mom, Dad, teacher, and everyone else. I simply learned early on that homework sucks the hind teat.

Yeah, I was one of those kids that just simply wasn't going to do homework. In fact, I think one of the comments my teacher told my father was "He is an excellent student in school, but he doesn't do his homework blah blah blah."

At this point, my son is in school and has school work on a regular basis. The Dyl-Man is pretty smart and quite creative. Of course, he's just like his dad: he hates homework. We spent two hours last night going over twenty words.

I guess this is my cross to bear. Thanks be to God.

Happy Birthday Bro

     Yesterday, my brother had his birthday.  I don't think it really matters how old he is [cough frickin old cough], but he and I had a conversation yesterday, and on my way to work today, I really reflected on what he means to me.

     I remember a time when I really resented my brother.  He was always bigger than me, as most big brothers are.  For a while, during his infatuation with wrestling, he loved to practice the latest finishing move on me, usually somehow convincing me to set up on the bed and wait for the inevitable pile-driver.  As fate decided, he and I were separated for a brief time, and fate decided that we needed space and separation.  

     My brother and I probably didn't talk for a great many years.  At this point, it doesn't matter.  In fact, that time probably allowed both of us to overcome some personal issues.  Today, he and I are probably closest than we've ever been.  The profound love and mutual respect we have for each other is irreplaceable.  

     Is everything perfect?  No, far from it.  We have our issues, but it always comes back to that love and respect.  We talk frequently, more often that weekly, share our troubles and successes, 

nudie pics (not really, but heh...), and the occasional overnight trip.  My life is that much sweeter with a big brother.  Even at my old age, I still have that almost looking up to him that probably will never leave.

   

 I don't imagine anyone without siblings would understand.  Sisters understand the bond, as do brothers.  It's such a simple thing.  I guess maybe John Lennon was onto something when he penned "All You Need Is Love"

Guilty Pleasures: Cheesy Music

I really like Weezer.  Thanks to Rock Band, I've had a really good introduction and have procured three of their albums.

Why are they cheesy?  Well, quite honestly I doubt that Rivers Cuomo would come out and say that his band is the coolest and hottest band out there.  In his own self depricating manner, he would probably say something like, "Yeah, we're okay, but we're not as hot as Rhianna or the Jonas Brothers."  Their music is what firmly plants them into this fizzy guitar-riff filled teen angst-that- even-middle-aged-adults-feel sound that, well, is easy to relate to.  

Yeah, that's right.  Even middle aged adults feel those uncomfortable situations found socially, where the "cool ones" ignore the "outcast".  Going through most of the albums I have, many of their songs have a quite similar feeling.  Such as any long-lasting artist, Weezer has a unique sound.  Just like the Foo Fighters and Red Hot Chili Peppers, Weezer is able to really convey their "sound" into most of their music.  

At this point, I'm considering using one or two of their songs in the class.  The details I'll work out later, but it just reminds me of how one teacher used Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" to teach a research/history lesson all together.  Something like that.  I read at one blog how "In the Garage" and "Heart Songs" are just name-dropping anecdotes for the typical survival that makes up teen angst.  I would agree, but that's not a bad thing.  Aren't the greatest love songs such because they evoke a passionate message within us?  Those tear jerker movies, those impassioned pleas for greater humanity, and the transcending humor that can be found in most any culture:  all these fuel that which makes us human.  And for a great part of American society, teen angst exists in one form or another.  Weezer's been able to tap into that and well...for me, offer a reminescent reminder that life isn't perfect, but more so (being a teacher) that what much of my students are going through right now.

Is it cheesy?  Maybe, but I simply would retort, "WTF?!!?"  Who are others to judge you based upon merely one group that you happen to enjoy?  Vanilla Ice (7 million albums) , Milli Vanilli (14 million albums), any hyped-up boy/girl band all had their fans and support, but no one will admit to it.  

I guess that's why it's a guilty pleasure.  

Guilty Pleasure Confession

Readers, forgive me, for I have chosen to give in to that which we poke fun at.

I was up late the other night and I was watching License to Kill. You know, the second Bond flick with Timothy Dalton? Well, maybe you don't.

Anyway, I was watching and I remembered how TBS used to be the best as every year, they would showcase Bond films in a Bond Marathon. Fifteen days Bond films, with usually three every evening. There would be some overlap, but that was nevermind. Bond, Bond babes, the gadgets, usually a competent villain, and the infrequent decent storyline. Arguably the worst Bond flick (disagree? leave a comment!), A View to a Kill was considered my favorite when I was in fourth grade. Why? Only because it was the newest and had Duran Duran sang the title song. I know now that my taste sucked, but I still watch it to see the rock salt-loaded shotgun. TBS doesn't do the marathons anymore, but it appears that many channels play the Bond films time to time, so I can get my fix.

Who was the best Bond? I think a lot of that depends on when you started watching him. Sean Connery was really good. I grew up with Roger Moore. George Lazenby? A philanderer's dream, but not quite. Timothy Dalton wasn't bad, but came across as a bit too angry at times. Pierce Brosnan was an exceptional actor. Daniel Craig, the new one, played the role extremely well. I see him as a cross between Connery's intensity, but with Brosnan's sophistication. The best sense of humor probably came from Connery. Of course, his was a different time. In the end, I think each represented his movie(s) to the best and as such should be respected as such. I can't imagine anyone else but Dalton spouting off, "I must have scared the living daylights out of her", a cheap plug for the movie. Even when Connery came back for the "unofficial" Bond film, Never Say Never Again. Not my favorite, but eh...

The best Bond girl? All of them. You can't pick anyone over another. Each again, brought something special to her film and...um, forgive me a sec.

Honey Rider. Pussy Galore. Plenty O'Toole. Bambi & Thumper. Holly Goodhead. Bib Dahl. Octopussy. Xenia Onatopp. Wai Lin. Christmas Jones (remember "Christmas only comes once a year"?). Not to be confused with "professional" entertainers or working girls, these handily capable vixens provided a helping hand in more ways than one to the needy Bond.

Okay, I lied. My favorite? Pam Bouvier, played by actress Carey Lowell. You may recognize her from some of the Law and Order episodes. Walking hottness, but again, you probably have your favorites. But for Pam, give me a girl who can pilot any vehicle, handle a gun, con a con-artist televangelist Joe Butcher, and still satisfy Bond.

Yowza.

First Week of School

Ah, the sweet dew on the grass. Chirping birds in the trees. Big yellow dogs hauling kids to school.

It's that time again: back to school. You've probably been bombarded in the last few weeks with all the shills for sales and "gotta have" supplies. Most kids will probably groan that first morning, gripe about having to get up "sooo early" and trudge themselves out the door and into whichever vehicle they take to school. I remember the first day of school. Much like the comparison, I pretty much dreaded it. It marked another the end to another chapter of my childhood, irreplaceable and gone forever. Of course, there is the other side...

As a teacher, I get to ask kids various questions about their summer, shopping, what they did, etc. For the majority of the students, they, at least one part, were ready for school to be back in session. Sitting at home watching reruns, stuck on the couch (South Texas people!), and playing the same [insert digital activity here] over and over again for the 104 days of summer (thanks Phineas and Ferb). Most are willing to admit that school offers a break from the monotony that summer became. Growing up and the adventures that my buddies and I had usually took there toll and school did become that inevitable break that we secretly welcomed. School shopping will never go out of style and I'm always amazed by how shiny shoes are that first week back.

So how was it? Well, the first week back is usually the easiest for the kids. It primarily consists of forms and rules and expectations. I didn't give any homework until Wednesday, and that was pretty easy (I thought so at least). For the most part, the best part was listening to the kids discuss their summers and such. It's a long ways until the end of the school year, but each year I'm surprised by how many of my kids turn out. My expectations aren't any less this year. Maybe I'll put a little something-something here for you readers to enjoy.

How was your summer? Even if you're a working stiff, drop a line. Maybe something about your first day back to school.

Cheers!

Meaningless List #1: Best Under-Rated Movie

I've been working a story for some time, but as my friend would remind me, I still need to get some writing out there.





So, in an effort to conform to the current trend of lists, here's one for you.





I would consider myself a movie fan, not quite a connoisseur, but I think you get the gist. While I like the typical action flick (understand I grew up in the 80's and early 90's), I also can appreciate a well-played story. So, in the near three decades of watching videos, cable, DVDs and regular programming, I've got my likes and dislikes. Of course, today will be "the good stuff" that you may not have heard much about.





And what would a list be without the Honorable Mention Quad. Quickies on these:





HM1 - Ronin - DeNiro & car chases. 'Nuff said.


HM2 - Malcom X - A slanted view, designed to incite, but worth a good watch.


HM3 - Chasing Amy - Kevin Smith did a great job here. Keep an open mind.


HM4 - Tin Cup - Just goes to prove that winning isn't everything.








Without further ado, here are the Explicit Eight:





8. Booty Call - I'm sure that I'll catch a bit of flack on this one, but anyone who's ever seen it, probably understands what I'll say here. There are times in everyone's life when you need a good laugh for whatever reason. Whatever reason. Knowing that, there have been times in my life that I needed a laugh without getting stoned (that's a whole 'nother story...). My buddy recommeded this, and Alton worked at a video store, so I know he's seen everything at least twice. Probably more on the "Adult Section". The point is, most guys could probably relate to the gist of the story: I'm calling because I would like to have intercourse tonight with someone and I'm wiling to do the whole dog-and-pony-show to do it. Perhaps it's just being able to relate at certain times, but it's just funny. Pure, adult, sexual, perverted like a junior high schooler, tongue in cheek and other places funny. You cannot take this movie serious, so don't. Enjoy Jamie Foxx before his Ray notoriety.


7. Dogma - This is where all the Kevin Smith fans come out and say something like, "Why didn't you pick Clerks?" Cuz I didn't. Not good enough? Well, I didn't watch Dogma until it came out on Starz, and having been a converted Catholic for only a few years at the time, I found the movie to be a real tongue-in-cheek hilarious. I've always felt that God has a sense of humor bequethed to us, and as such, we should be able to find the humor in all of His work (sometimes just to simply bear through the drudgery or worse yet, the pain that comes with life). The movie's ensemble really make it an easy watch, but you'll come back for the jokes that truly reflect a not so suble thumbing at religion and Christianity. I wouldn't show this to a Sunday school class, but it does offer a lesson on self-deprication.


6. Gattica - I saw this movie shortly after I began a new chapter in my life. One of the girls I worked with at the time had a huge thing for Ethan Hawke. She raved about this movie, saying "Oh my god, he is sooo hot. And the other guy is hot too!". Weird thing is I'm now related to her, but I digress...I checked out the movie on a whim, and wow. It blew my mind. In a way that Blade Runner and Terminator 2 did. Not so much in the action, but in the overall message.


5. Less than Zero - I saw this late one night on cable. Oh my. I can only say that Robert Downey Jr's character was superbly played. I don't remember much of when this movie did come out, but seeing it as I did, in the period of my life, opened up my eyes that my life can and always could be worse than it is, even if I have everything I could want.


4. Brokeback Mountain - Arguably not under-rated, but living in a small town filled with homophobes doesn't this one's reception. You probably heard about this story from a friend who told you about the gay cowboys. I can honestly say that I waited with anticipation to watch this one. Ang Lee did a great job on this film, and I usually like his work. As such, I truly kept an open mind about the story. What a story. Taboo love amongst the toughest of men. If you truly enjoy a love story, you can't miss this one.


3. October Sky - I reemmber seeing the previews for this one in the theaters. A feel good movie, bit of a tragedy in the end, but overall an overused piece for any science teachers. Toby Maguire does a good job and we are privy to his unique way of talking (think whispering whiney innocence, but not so annoyuing). My favorite part? When Chris Cooper's character goes over there to whip that step-dad's arse. A bit predictable, but I'm a sap for feel good movies.


2. Usual Suspects - Often times, the lady behind the movie counter will make stupid recommendations; so much that I believe that they make bets on geting people to rent shitty movies. Well, as my lady and I cruised the aisles looking for good flick, I just casually asked her for a suggestion. "Here, try this one." "Never heard of it." "Oh goodness, Kevin Spacey is so good in it. You'll like it (after referring to my recent returns)." I was not let down. Kevin Spacey's acting here could make anyone want to be an actor. The movie's plot is quite simple, yet deviously complicated; an almost unintentional paradox. When you watch it, give it your full attention. Take the phone off the hook, set your celly on silent, and have a couple of cold ones and a big bowl of popcorn ready to roll. An great ensemble, it includes Stephen, Baldwin, Benicio del Toro, Kevin Pollack, and Chazz Palminteri. How can one get better than this, you ask? Well...


1. Last of the Mohicans - I've only read part of James Fennimore Cooper's classic novel, and have yet to view the 1936 original film, but for whatever reason, this film is just majesty on film. The first thing one notices is the scope of film. The grand landscapes that once made up this country. Beautiful woods and grasses, bodies moving as one that is nature. The substance that keeps you there is the wonderful soundtrack that stirs you within. Honestly the acting was okay. As a whole, a bit fantastic; but for mant parts that aren't quite continuous, breathtaking. You want to believe in the fantasy. When Madeleine Stowe's character Alice first tell's Day Lewis's character Hawkeye "I will find you.", he spurns her for fear of her safety. Later, in a pivotal scene, Hawkeye tells Alice "No, you submit, do you hear? You be strong, you survive... You stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you." Reminiscent of Real World:Seattle, when David and Kira got into a fight, and with microphones running, screaming that "it hurts" to love her as much as he does. Perhaps this movie is under-rated because it's a bit fantastic. Who am I kidding? It's very fantastic. That's perhaps the best part. Historical-fiction is a wonderful art, mixing reality with a ficticious story.

That's it. Your thoughts? Comments? Don't be shy. I'm sure that you've got something that you thought I missed. Let's hear it.

Cheers...

I'd Done a Lot of Things Different...

So many have said it best, but I currently like Benet's:

Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways. ~Stephen Vincent Benét

Small and uncaring ways. Perhaps careless. Thoughtless. Unintentional. Whatever adjective you'd like to use, it's all the same. You didn't make it a point, a priortity, to commit to the completion of such said task. Wow, just getting started and already too serious.

Let's just step a pace back and all get synchronized.

I know it's been two and a half months since my last post. I know that I've done things, procured things, viewed things, that I wanted to mention here. So easily I could detail how Life has kept me busy, but when is that ever an accepted excuse? The fact is, I put it off until I was digusted with how neglected I left this posting haven.

So, to make up for it, you guys get 2.5 months of blogging in just one kablammo!

Shall we?

Movies
I got to see quite a few with my son and wife, but this will be a highlight and be pretty quick.

Speed Racer - Got to see this with a bunch of kids at a birthday party. Nice graphics, but the plot was a bit weak, with some vintage campiness typical of Speed Racer. Overall, eye candy for racing enthusiasts and fans. Not realistic, but I did like the whole family solving problems.

Indiana Jones and Kingdon of Crystal Skulls - One of the best movies I've seen this year. I can't say that the plot was all that engrossing, but as a huge Indy fan, I simply wanted to see where this story went. I like the reappearance of a major character from a prior film (no spoiler here!). Worth it to see in the theater, as this is the end of the Jones Legacy.

WALL*E - After Iron Man, this is the next best movie my son and I saw. I can't exactly put my finger on what it was about it, but feel good movies really hit a spot in the ol' corazon. Wall-E really is a lovable character that you can't help but empathize with. The loyalty that he shows is impressive in a day of switching teams as often as switching your undies. The ensemble is well cast/made. Perhaps this is the best Pixar flick since Toy Story or Monsters, Inc.

Reviews
This is simply just a few things that I got recently and wanted to share my opinions about. Nothing too serious, just some fun stuff.

Samsung LCD 40" HDTV - Oh mama. As the world is transisitioning (well, at least USA is) to a digital TV broadcasting system, I wanted to go ahead and make the switch to high definition television. Oh my goodness. What you see in the stores is...well...what you get at home. Now, in all honesty, you won't get all your channels looking like that (for a number of different reasons),but knowing what you will get and how to get it is a good thing. I'm lucky enough to be rocking 1080p. Shows that are recorded in HD are supremeo awesome. Watching the NBA playoffs was immensely pleasing, but perhaps the most interesting tidbit that we garnered during the honeymoon period was watchign the Men's NCAA World Series playoffs. During one game, there happened to be a quite large fellow sitting in the front row behind catcher, off to the catcher's left. Between him and the little old lady five seats over from him (the large fellow was sitting just so his belly would jiggle at times and seemed to try to give every TV viewer and the pitcher a crotch shot), the detail with which we could see the attending fans was mind boggling. I'm imporessed and now watching regular TV (or non-HD programming) is just so dissappointing.

Playstation 3-Since the wifey approved the new TV, we had to get a new DVD player. Timing was great as the Blu-Ray format was announced as the only next-gen format (HD-DVD got the axe). It just also happens to play video games. I am not dissappointed by any means. I am somewhat still appalled by the overall cost of things, but I do understand that certain things takes money and companies try to recoup that cost somewhere. Blu-Ray is awesomeness. I don't even have a surround sound, but picture and interactiveness are caveats that, for me, really make the Blu-Ray format better than the DVD format. I can, even if just barely at times, tell the difference between the DVD players of yore and the upconverted picture quality that the PS3 does. Gaming-wise, the next 12 months will prove the PS3 be someting to reckon with. I haven't ditched the Wii. In fact it provides a necessary break at times.

Rock Band- Anyone who has been watching this blog knows that I've been anticipating getting this game. While I originally thought that I would get this game for the Wii, the PS3 prospects were greater. Simply put, the game allows for Dylan and me to jam out. He takes the drums and I'll play the axe. Occaisionally he'll sing, and he's working on guitar licks. I can sing okay, but drumming I really need to practice more. As Rock Band 2 approaches, we are both excited about the song list and further jamming out.

Boom Blox - Dylan earned this game with his exceptional behavior at school. I wasn't sure what to expect, but this game really became an excellent choice by Dylan. Simply put, imagine Jenga, but with aspects of throwing and bombs included for variety. Really a a lot of fun for the entire family. The physics of this game truly show off the genius of the developers and the power of Wii.

Okay, enough of the materialistic mumbo jumbo. Next post, we'll get serious.

Maybe...

Cheers,

Mert

I am....Iron Man!

I grew up reading comics, so a great many of the current action flicks coming out initially appeal to me.

When the first Batman came out in 1989, I was excited, but a bit disappointed at the storyline. I liked it nonetheless, but in retrospect, was disappointed. The movies that followed were not much better, and it seemed that they would try even harder to get that "star" power to overcome the lack of substantial acting and writing.

Spider-man, at least the latest reincarnation, is better. Tobey Maguire's acting and the writing is such as to keep me interested. Most of the time. That, and Kirsten Dunst's presence. It wasn't bad, but the third one (as cool as the black suit was), left something to be desired. It seemed as if as any of these stories progress, we have to get more stars/heroes/villains and have them all battling and such. C'mon. What's next? Carnage kidnaps MJ and takes over the Daily Bugle? The Lizard goes on a rampage? And Venom threatens to put out Spidey's secret identity to the world? All in the same movie? Too much.

One movie (again, following the Marvel universe) that really did it right (almost at least) was The Punisher. No, not the nasty Dolph Lundren version, but the 2004 Thomas Jane version. Really nice, really dark. Left some bits out from the comics, but included some others. I don't know if they plan on making a sequel, but the movie itself was fairly complete. The characters really stayed true to who they are, and it wasn't overly complicated (for a movie). A great many parts of the movie I can tie back to my humble collection of Punisher: War Journal. Props to Jim Lee's master artistry on all that work.

Many others have come out, again from the Marvel-verse. Daredevil, Fantastic Four, Blade, X-Men, Ghost Rider, and even Hellboy have all come to receive interest varying from excitement to week-old oatmeal splendor. I've seen these, in addition to DC Comic's Batman and Superman installments. I really liked the newest Batman and anticipate the return of Joker in the upcoming movie. Superman Returns is a bit of a departure from the typical story lines, but I think the writer's stayed true to the overall character. I really liked that story, and it left it open without the obvious "expect a sequel now..." type ending.

What's all this about? My son and I took in Iron Man this past weekend. Eye candy galore. The storyline, albeit updated to 2008, followed Tony Stark's transformation into Iron Man. I can't say that there was one part I didn't like. Now, there were some parts being quite predictable. Formulas for action movies don't digress much, and in this case, it's still there. Doesn't take away from the movie. Most important for me was the on-screen savy of Robert Downey, Jr. For all his troubled past, he fits this role practically perfectly. Best moments? The on-screen chemistry between Downey's Stark and Gwyneth Paltrow's Pepper Potts. The not-so-sublteness of it really amped me up and kept me into those slower parts. The soundtrack really fits, driving the action and highlighting smaller funny moments.

Now, the ending. I'm an ending kind of guy. If you saw the movie Sliver, you know that endings can really f#%! up a movie. I've heard some rumblings about Iron Man's ending. When you see it, consider this: what would Tony Stark say in that situation? That should help you arrive at your answer.

Kimbo!

Not Rambo, but Kimbo.

She's the awesome sister of a good buddy of mine.

Apparently, she's finally gotten her blog going and has started adding to it.

Check it out when you can. I've got it posted on the side over yonder, but you can also click here.

The Love of My Life

I've always loved my wife. I've always been in love with my wife. But lately, I've tried to really focus on that love, that intangible thing that connects us and makes us appreciate one another.

To set this up, read through the lyrics.

Why do birds suddenly appear

Every time you are near?

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.

Why do stars fall down from the sky

Every time you walk by?

On the day that you were born

and the angels got together

And decided to create a dream come true

So they sprinkled moon dust

in your hair of gold

And starlight in your eyes of blue.

I love The Carpenters. An almost guilty pleasure, but no guilt. It's just clean and wholesome.

There's a few episodes of The Simpsons, and when Homer looks at Marge, this songs is played, showering them in this wonderous glow. I often times am Homer-esque and forget how wonderful she really is. I forget to tell her those simply things. I take advantage of her genorosity and her tidiness. Most of all, I don't always let her know how fouled up (you can use other words here) my world would be without her in my life. I thank God for every moment with her and for the moments to come.

I love you, oh sweet wife of mine. As our anniversary approaches, I hope you realize how much I truly love you and all that you do for our family.

Happy 11th, Honey.

Follow-Up: Samsung Juke

I've had this phone for close to six weeks now, and perhaps it time to write that follow up.

I like it. I really do. The phone works quite well. Even amidst typical Texas wind, the caller can still hear my voice well. I can't always hear them, but eh...

After having the phone for about two weeks, I arrived at a very strong conclusion: the sleeve that came with the phone sucks. No better word for it. Does it offer a modicum of protection? Sure. The trade off? Silicone is really not slick; things don't just slide right off. In my case, the phone would ring and I would have to 1) get the phone out of my pocket (silicone and jeans don't just slide around easily), and then 2) get the phone out of the sleeve (again, not easy; could be done, but at great risk of tearing the sleeve) unless I wanted to speakerphone it (yeah, let's share that conversation with the proctologist). I missed a great many calls because of this. My solution? A clear snap on face-plate. One of my golfers has this on his flip phone. I bought one at the Verizon store and haven't looked back. Love it.

The phone is really easy to use. I've download a few things, but perhaps the coolest of them all is the V-Cast Song ID. You can actually determine a song's artist and title by having the phone listen to about ten seconds of audio. Really cool.

I like it much right now. My only concern is the sturdiness of the primary hinge. It's not loose, but again, it's just a concern.

Cheers

So now I'm back...

I wish I was in space,but no, it wasn't anything that extraordinary.

It's been a bit of some time since my last post, so a brief update.

Finished golf season. I won't talk about that here. Call me if you want details.

Just finished TAKS testing with my 7th graders. Just google TAKS if you want more info. So gotta love that whole No Child Left Behind Act. Good stuff [dripping with sarcasm].

Dropped a couple of grand on some electronics, but I'll get to that in a bit.

My thoughts go back to a workshop a few months ago I had the pleasure of sitting in on. In it, the presenter gave us some food for thought:
"Think about all the things you'd like to do. Whether it be lessons or travel, whatever. Now, think of all the reasons why you don't or can't do those things. C'mon now. Make that list then think of reasons why. Now, scratch off money and time, because that will never change. It won't; you won't ever have enough money to do it, nor will the amount of time you have change. It this were the case, no one would have kids. Why don't you do the things you want to do? People have kids because it becomes a priority for them. If you want to take guitar lessons or travel cross-country on a motorcycle, you do it. Make it a priortiy. "

It's sad that I don't remember her name, but she makes quite a valid point. Few reasons exists for us not doing the things we want to do (albeit legal and wholesome things, not like shooting out street lamps and such). I thought I was doing pretty decent on the writing, but got caught up in some...well, priorities shifted from one to another. Job is important, after family. And March and April are probably the busiest times of the year for me work-wise. No excuses aside from the adjustment in prioritites.

So to all you loyal readers (yes, all six of you), thanks for being loyal and patient. Hopefully, I can regain some momentum and catch up to my homeboy Kris and get back on track.

Cheers to you and yours...

Review: Samsung Juke

I got this phone about five days ago, and it's been good to me so far. Quick and sweet, an intro to the Samsung Juke.

Having been faced with the decision on obtaining a new phone, my brother and I had numerous lengthy discussions on this one and that. This was actually one of my early choices, but the lack of removable media really discouraged my brother, along with the novel opening method. I thought it looked really techy and quite forward.

In the end, this phone fit into our current plan and was available under a "Current Offer" for gratis. Life sometimes smiles down upon you.

I chose red, as the navy and teal just didn't do it for me. While I worried about those chauvinistic assholes quipping about the slim phone and red color, I've yet to really encounter that.

Getting the phone in the mail, I activiated the phone. A simple procedure assuming that you have all the pertinent information. Once that was done, I really began to play with the phone. Initially, you hold the phone so that the circle toggle is lower; this will tell you the current time and date. Tap the center of the circle toggle and you will then rotate the phone so that the circle toggle is towards your right. Pressing the toggle again will activate the music player; using the player the display is read while the phone is horizontal. To use the phone, rotate again ninety degrees so that now the circle toggle is up and flick the faceplate clockwise. It flicks out with a subtle click.

The small size take a bit getting used to. Most modern phones are wider, but albeit slimmer. This makes texting a bit more challenging, but not impossible. I would not recommend this phone for heavy texters; it ain't gonna happen folks. You'll regret it. Period. Now, music listeners, you'll really like it. I can't say love it just yet; I'm not sure. I really like the interface. Making playlists are easy. Loading and changing songs is near-choice: Play for Sure with Windows Media Player 1x (whatever version it is right now). It's not iTunes, but it works well.

Gripes? Well, battery life is dramatically affected with music usage. BlueTooth is too new for me to say anything yet, but so far, you can't swap stuff with other like you can on other phones/services. I don't have a case that will protect it yet and still allow instant access to the phone (I have a sleeve case, but you have to take the phone out to utlize the phone). No video.

Likes? Large 2 gig memory perfect for my fickle tastes. It's not about storing music, but having plenty for a few days. Nice camera for little things. Cool factor upon flicking the phone open. Lighter-sized perfect to fit in pocket without fear of cracking face (a la RAZR).

Okay, Kevin Fowler's "100% Texan" is winding down. That's all for now. If the phone craps out on me, I'll let you know. If I still love the phone six months from now, I'll let you know.

Cheers.

Lent: Day I don't know...!!!!

It's been more days than I can count. I've had a few close encounters (unbenknownst to me), but I think I've been red meat free.

It's been hard mostly at the tournaments and travel, but I'll manage.

Almost there...

Lent: Day 28

Yeah, I had some spaghetti and burgers yesterday, but the rest of the time was a non-issue.

It's almost as if I can see myself living this way for a long period of time.

Nothing really to report. I'm almost done. It'll be easier to eat without worries, but no worries now as it is.

Cheers

Breaker One-Nine, this here's the Rubber Duck...

Was the dark of the moon, on the sixth of June

In a Kenworth, pullin' logs

Cabover Pete with a reefer on

And a Jimmy haulin' hogs

We 'as headin' fer bear on I-One-Oh

'Bout a mile outta Shaky-Town

I sez Pig-Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck

An' I'm about to put the hammer on down

Cause we gotta little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night

Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?

Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way

We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, cross the USA

Convoy... Convoy...

lyrics courtesy of Bill Fries and Chip Davis

I got a postcard in the mail today from my friend Vernon. See, he's a trucker now, hauling those wonderful loads in those oversized trucks day in and day out. Postcard was from ATL (that's Atlanta, Georgia...). Quick and to the point, I just enjoyed the simplicity of his greeting.

So Vernon, where ever you are right now, drive carefully. And please, if you see those little kids pumping their arms up and down, give that air horn a quick tug. It always made my day when I was growing up.

Now, do you go into truck stop dives and challenge others to arm wrestling ala Stallone?

Tiger Woods...

8 and 7.

Six of the last seven; sixteen of the last thirty.

I remember my dad telling me that I should watch Jordan play his last few games before hanging it all up (at least the first time, before being subjected to Rodman's antics). I'm glad I did. Maybe golfers should take note and take some time to watch some really good golf.

Okay, to those of you that don't speak golf, here a great write-up.

Lent: Day 21

Ahh, going without that wonderful carne during the week has become an almost thoughtless process. Amidst all the hungry meat devouring folk, I stand out with my unslaked appetite for those wonderful nuggest of flesh. Eww, that was almost disgusting.

I had a bit of meat this weekend. Sunday, that glorious day of days, was a time for celebration. As Renee and I talked about what to make for dinner, we happened upon the meat aisle in H.E.B. and I could almost hear that angleic music playing: seasoned riblets. Yummy!

Grilled and accompanied with au gratin spuds, we had good eats homecooked and enjoyed in the company of loved ones. For the left overs, I devoured the spuds last night. The riblets? Those righteous little succulent strips were relegated to the freezer, to be enjoyed a week later.

The cruise control has been set; half way there and no real problems. It's difficult most when I'm at a tournament and the provided lunch is hamburgers or some other meat products. I can make due, but eating out some sort of fish or veggie plate gets pricey, even for my cheap arse.

Spring Break cannot get here soon enough.

Mean Streets of Ellinger

Ours was a situation not much different from, say, a long-distanced relationship by that hopeful girl still in high school and the anxious college freshman away for that first time. Tenative, but optimistic. Of course, we weren't exactly sweating about cheating on one another; we were too busy planning on conquering the invading horde of terrorists and ninjas.

Now that's something I remember with an almost guilty smirk. Ninjas were some really cool shit. Yeah, I said that. That's how cool they were. In fact, I remember Kris having a pair of ninja boots (do you still, bro?) and matching socks. Had to, as the boots had a split toe on them. Later, he even procured an actual katana. Maybe it was a small one, but it was a blade nonetheless. Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow from G.I.Joes were the coolest of characters from the series. American Ninja and Revenge of the Ninja were favorites movies to watch all the time. Always, our kung fu was stronger.

While Kris did on occasion visit Columbus and Bellville, it just seemed that visiting him was easier. His house wasn't large, but he had a decent yard. Best of all? The streets of Ellinger lacked the purveyors of justice already found in Columbus: armed and eager to right the wrongs of the world heroes. We, of course, never thought of ourselves as heroes. We were simply charged with going out like good soldiers and taking out the trash that existed in our Rambo-fueled minds.

Most of the time, we could just walk out the door at dark-thirty and meander about, avoiding the glare of headlights and neighbors alike, the occasional dog or two, and that quick stop to try (but never quite succeed) at pilfering the soda machine. Good thing was we never broke it; just never did get that free Pepsi. We would stroll until the moon was directly above, or until about 10:30, which ever came first. I can't remember shooting out streetlights (or not) with the BB gun we sometimes carried with us.

Ah, the streets were never more safe. Until we felt that itching to play a song.

Next time: A Concert for All

Lent: Day 12

What a week. No cheating, no beef or chicken or pork. Land animals rejoice (fowl too!), for I have been a good and devout sacrificer for the week. No crazy dreams, but damn if it wasn't difficult. Our Texas culture doesn't appreciate the typical vegetarian. In two days, I was offered a free lunch, but both were typical Lone Star fare: carne guisada (Mexican stewed meat and gravy; quite tasty!) and barbecue hoagies. I had to settle for rice and beans on Monday, and a barbecue hoage without meat (bread, onions, tomato sauce, pickles, and a smile; thanks to Mr. Harmon). The rest of the week strolled through without incident, but Friday and Saturday are probably the toughest, looking to eat out with family or friends but maintain the current dietary standard. Today we celebrated a nephew's birthday early, so steaks galore. I ate my fill and packed a Lupe plate for later. Amidst the struggles during the week, it's hard to stay humble and not be proud of what I'm doing. Everyone who knows says they couldn't do it, and I want to finish this right. My body is changing ever so slowly, but I imagine my heart is appreciative of the meat fasting right now.

For all this, life for me and mine is truly good. Perhaps an elaboration will follow later, but with good living comes goodness. Thanks to the Big Guy; he is my Superman. Cheers...

Picture courtesy of those wonderful artists at Worth1000.com. Man, those folks are really creative and talented.

Without Political Correctness

I've had to think about this for quite some time now. Kris and I decided to discuss, albeit to the possible detriment of our six readers, politics and their various themes/veins. Unlike many of the political opponents who are currently bombarding Texas with annoying and crappy ads (even a blatant plea pre-recorded and played back on my answering machine!), I plan on simply addressing many issues that we as voters should concern ourselves with. If you don't, you will die. In seven days. Okay, that last few parts are a lie. Voter knowledge is important and perhaps a healthy dose of self discovery.

So who is the best candidate for you to vote for? Most popular? Perhaps, to buck the system, a new candidate to bring about change? Or, that third party candidate that doesn't have a snowball's chance just because that's the super cool (not popular, but cool in a different way) thing to do? In my super smart days when I was 19, I knew everything as most 19 year olds do. I voted for the popular person, being that lemming and going with whoever was going to win. Two years later, garnered with even more knowledge and experience, I voted for not the popular person, but the person who basically gave lip service. In short, I totally misunderstood the concept of an informed voter. I took the easy way out, looking for flow charts and comparisons in the popular magazines they sell at the check-out aisles. After a lenghty discussion with a former golf student of mine (cheers to you Madi!), she proved to me that politics knows no boundaries and anyone willing to delve into it can learn more about candidates. As I learned more about the candidates, I discovered more about myself: what I wanted in a candidate and issues that I favored and opposed.

So what issues do I favor? I have to really think about this for quite some time. It may seem selfish, but I favor issues that affect me and mine. Not just my family and friends, but my corner of the universe. Are their important issues that are worldly? Absolutely. But the circle of responsibility starts small and works its way outwards. So as you go through this humble and quite personal exposition, bear in mind that this is a reflection of my circle.

Education
I doubt I can say enough about education. It truly is what drives a modern society. With the advent of internet and information being available at the fingertips, the learning process has taken quite a turn from traditional learning (that's why you're reading this, right?). Education, in my humble opinion, lays the foundation for our future, our caretakers. Ever wonder how to mold the ultimate society? Hitler knew how: form schools that taught his doctrine. Education is key to society. How does Kim Jong-Il manages his "people"? He controls the information that comes in to the people; basically, only his propaganda is available to the public. Now those are two not so gleaming examples of how education plays a role in society, but take a free society. The quality of schools can be outstanding, being a product of the hard work and tutelage of dedicated teachers. So what's the deal with politics and education? Well, politics affects education with cuts or mandates or law changes. All of these affects teachers and students. And parents. And taxpayers. And the citizens of that population. Such as anything out there, a dominio effect from one seemingly inoccuous action trickles down and bleeds onto the very fabric that makes up our daily lives. Don't believe me? Ask a teacher about No Child Left Behind Act. You may be surprised to hear the variety of responses from those on the front lines. Ask the kids about students in their class. You may be surprised to hear about the variety of students in a class and what it takes to pass a class or a grade. Education is a foundation for society, period. If you don't believe a word I just wrote, then at least thank an educator for teaching you how to read.

Economy
The O'Jays sang about "For the Love of Money" and what a man would do for the almighty dollar. Reality TV exploits this with Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader? and Moment of Truth. Do things, do things, bad things...yeah, we do that. So what about politics and money? The government can and does so many things regularly that affects our income, taxes, interest rates, loans, jobs, etc. Take your pick. Whether it's earning, spending, or saving, our government's movment controls it. The short of this? Politics and their stances take hold in certain areas that in one or two steps affects our money. Hell, my money and yours too. Our nice little economic stimulus package coming this summer? Well, there may be more there than what has been told upfront. One has to wonder where this $168 billion is coming from. Hmmm... I'm not going to rant on about economy because, well, I can't. I still need to inform myself (gotta love education!) on that facts of the package. Will I spend it? Yeah, we need a new car. But that was already in the plans before the package.

Immigration
I live in Texas, do I need to say anything else? Okay. There is obviously more to this. For the record, I'm the product of importation: I was born in Thailand many moons ago, the product of a native mother and GI Dad. I was fortunate that I wasn't privy to the necessary steps required to obtain US citizenship. It was my birthright because of my father. But what of the Mexcians, Cubans, Africans, Middle Easterners that come to our country every day?

I have my opinion on this. I love our diversity. I don't think that "My America" should lose her identity due to a watering down infusion of excessive immigration. But then, what is "My America"? I grew up four houses away from Claudia, a Mexican lady who used to baby sit us and did some laundry. Across the street was a retired couple, Polish or French I believe, that had a wonderful garden filled with aromatic seasons and vegetables. My French neighbor put up our regular and tire swing on the thirty-foot tall limb in the back yard. My in-laws, with all their wonderful Polish quirkiness, have some of the most filling food and thrilling stories that meander around the wonderfulness of nothingness. "My America" is the product of that which I may very well be fighting: diversity. I had a conversation about this a few weeks ago, and the one unintentionally trite argument was "I don't want us to lose our identity." His contention, in that other cultures celebrate their own heritage here (Mexicans = Fiesta; Chinese = Lunar New Years; Irish = St. Patrick's Day; etc.) but what of America's? We do have 4th of July and Thanksgiving, but aside from that, I am not quite sure what about our culture we can preserve. I like the diversity. I like believing in freedom of speech. I think my friend's point was the frustration of being politically correct. Here in Texas, a variety (in fact all) public signage and pamphlets are produced in English and Spanish.

Okay. I wrote some more. Be back later to finish!

Lent: Day 5

Whew! So far so good, but it's been challenging.

It's amazing how much of my diet consists of meat or meat-derived products (think broth or soup here). As much as I like to dine on beef, pork and chicken, this change has been one filled with constant thought and reminder.

Two nights ago, I dreamed I was at a party and filled my plate with various foods: burger, pork riblets, slabs of brisket, and wings galore. As soon as I took a bite of a riblet, Renee reminded me in the dream, "David, it's not Sunday; why are you eating that?" Damnit! I woke up smacking my lips, but realizing it was just a dream.

Been tempted a few times, but not to the point of wanting to cheat. I'd like to be able to say that I've kept up the willpower to complete this task.

I've got a few golf tournaments coming up. Usually, they feed the coaches and athletes at these functions. This may be difficult in the upcoming weeks, but I shall try to stay the course.

I better make sure that I have something beefy for dinner.

Love for Guns

I can’t remember exactly how it started up, but the two of us started to hang out frequently. Our adventures would usually entail making the prerequisite trip to our local Winn’s to peruse the selection of G.I. Joe’s and water guns. I think that was perhaps our common denominator: water guns. You could have all the action that Stallone, Schwarzenegger, and to a lesser extent Willis and Van Damme, made so popular. Fill ‘em up with liquid death and off you went. The best one? It was probably the cheap $1.09 red job with checked grip and extra clip for back-up. Those were some days of adventure.

Our adventures took us everywhere in the town that was Columbus. Typical small town, it had a courthouse square, three lighted intersections, and a Wal-Mart. Locals actually refer to the streets that are connected on the lighted intersections as “The Triangle”. Riding our steel pedal-driven ten-speed steeds, we would make our way from one side of town to the other, constantly evading enemy forces and purveying justice to villainy wherever it existed. To this day, I’m still amazed how far $3 would get us in those days. A hero cannot exist on superpowers alone, and Winn’s was always willing to take a grubby dollar in exchange for life-giving Gobstoppers or the ultimate buy, a genuine Slurpee. The only question? Having to decide on Coke flavor or the psychedelic mix.

Perhaps one of the smallest seemingly innocuous moments in my life that would have a most profound moment on me was when he left. It’s amazing, that as an adult, I realize that the size of my school district is quite large. Kris would move only twelve miles away, to the busy hubbub of Ellinger, epicenter capital of the state of Nowhere. It just also happened to be just across the district line; he would attend neighboring La Grange’s schools.

We were in P.E. I can still remember the stale fungus and wet concrete smell that stained your clothes. We herded ourselves to quickly change and line up. Amidst the rustling of undressing, we were still able to converse about various topics and issues, but this day was different.

“…so you’re moving?”
“Yeah. I’m already staying there. I spent the last four nights there already.”
“When’s your last day?”
“I think next week, but I’m not sure.”

I don’t remember being hurt by this departure. I don’t remember feeling any sort of despair. It was simply my friend was leaving. My “No Homework in Mrs. Steven’s Class” compatriot. I had other friends, but it wouldn’t be until I was able to actually reflect back on things that I realize how this would affect me for the years to come.

His departure wasn’t one filled with celebration and well wishes. It was without congratulatory and sincere farewells. One day, he was there (and we hung out outside of Mrs. Steven’s class without our homework) and the next he was gone.

Next time: Mean Streets of Ellinger

Lent: Sacrifices

Day 1 - It's been a tough twenty-four hours. I thought long and hard about it, and decided to go ahead and give up meat for forty days. Almost. It's allowed on Sundays. It's old school, but I figured that this is something that forces me to truly consider each and every meal, be thankful for what I do have, and remember the sacrifice that He made for man.

Can it be done? We shall see. I had a co-worker who actually did it in 1996. He did eat two porterhouses each Sunday, but the rest of the week was sans beef or chicken. Lots of grains and veggies. Now I have to plan on how to accomplish this without breaking the bank. $5 a day eating out is not something She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO) would be down with.

Participating in Lenten traditions? Want to share? Leave a comment!

Upcoming: Thoughts and More & Sound and Fury

And so it has been chosen.

Yes, the next topic has been established. As Kris and I spoke last night for a few hours over, well, everything, we went ahead and decided on the next topic.

Anyone remotely familiar with US politics knows that 2008 is an election year. As the primaries roll on (we're about halfway through them now), the candidates present their issues/platforms and what s/he represent. Sometimes laughable, sometimes shameful; it is these issues that should help us choose our vote.

So often we choose to be "on the winning side" or the "cool side". What is that? So, in an effort to promote healthy and wise voting, Kris and I are going to write about what we feel are the most important issues. Obviously, everyone has their perspective on this; and, based upon an invidual's experience, you will very well could feel different.

So, as we began on our stances, feel free to take part in the vote. Let me know what you think. If you have an opinion, voice it. Vote and let democracy ring out. You don't even have to be 18!

Weekend of Sports

The New York Giants win the Super Bowl.

I liked it. A great game, no matter who you were rooting for. Obviously, bittersweet for the Pats as they were seeking an undefeated season. As Steve Hahn of local station 99.5 KISS put it, "The Giants are a team of destiny!" I was rooting for them, even though they beat my beloved Cowboys. Congrats to the Giants, and to Eli for his MVP effort. I truly thought he was sacked on that 3rd and long play. Wow.

Tiger continues his dominance at Dubai.

Yes, Tiger took care of business in dramatic fashion this weekend. Down four going into the final round, Tiger biridied five of the last seven holes to take the trophy. Niceness!

I didn't get to watch too much of this, but from what I did see, words cannot describe. Drama all the way. Keep it up, Tiger.

Rock On! It is announced...

"Rock Band Confirmed for Wii".

That's the caption for the brief article written by Shawn White over at a personal fav site of mine, The Wiire. I read this and just had to gather more evidence. I visit about every other day to update myself on our recent acquisition of a Wii. Love it. Read my review from earlier.

At this point, details are little, but it's appears as March get's closer, we'll have more news about it. I can only imagine the possibilities with the fully wireless Wiimote, guitars, drums, and mic. Whoo!

Now for those of you that don't know, Rock Band THE music game. If you are a Guitar Hero star, then this game will make you legendary. It's that good and more. A brief and quick intro.

The game (as I type this, I refer to the current 360 and PS3 versions) comes in a fairly large package, think double VCR box. In this comes the game, the current standard five-buttoned guitar, microphone, and a simplistic looking drum kit consisting of four head and a bass pedal.
I had the opportunity to play Rock Band over the holidays and it was quite an experience.

I had the chance to play with my two brothers and my second to youngest sister. I started off on the drums. A humbling experience to anyone without coordination, I fancy myself able to handle the challenge. Without intending to sound redundant, very humbling. My face hurt smiling so much. A raucous laughter broke through the house as my siblings would jam out with lighting accurate notes mixed with attrocious miskeys and warbled vocals.

Trying again, I took up the mic and this ended up being my forte. For whatever reason, I could really get into belting out song after song. My siblings and mother alike derived joy simply by watching me play out my Jon Bon Jovi fantasies of 1988 (Can you remember walking down the street singing "Shot through the heart, and your to blame; you give love a bad name!", eh Kris?). While the songs I knew presented little challenge, the songs I sort of knew but always mis-sang were more difficult, even amidst the karaoke-scrolling lyrics. There's even a meter to gauge your tone/key. It's rare that I've found a game to be so interactive, challenging, and simply fun for all that are simply present. Each player can even choose his/her own level to participate without messing up too often.

Playing with a group was my only opportunity, so I can only comment on group play. A friend chided me, "It can't be that fun alone." Perhaps not, but any game is more fun with a friend. Why would this be different? In fact, it's been argued that the drum portion, when set to Expert, would mimic that of an actual rock band's drummer. Not identical, but quite similar. The transition would be easily made.

I can't wait. You'll get a somewhat biased, but completely honest review here when it comes out. Rare do I say I'll buy it when it comes out, but this is one where I'll preorder and have it on Day

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Need more, check out G4's really informative article at The Feed.