Author: Joel
Independence Day Words of Wisdom
“People lighting fireworks on their head would be dangerous . . <pause> . . and that would be weird.” — Young Extroverted One 7/4/2007
Independence Day Ruminations
First things first, a little link love to coolpeoplecare.org and today’s email inbox gem:
5 minutes of caring
Be Independent
by Sam Davidson (Wednesday, July 4, 2007)
As you are probably aware, back in 1776, a group of folks got together and celebrated the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. You can also commemorate some other things today, such as:
- The birth of Geraldo Rivera
- The death of the 2nd, 3rd, and 5th US presidents
- Filipino-American Friendship Day (Today is also Independence Day for the Philippines)
- The beginning of Alice in Wonderland
- The abolition of slavery in New York
- The formation of Providence, Rhode Island
If you want to celebrate today, make sure you do so wisely. Make today memorable as you enjoy your time off.
And now for something completely different:
Nothin’ says America like a blond woman with a shotgun in the front yard and an Amercan flag!
Showin’ Some Brotherly Love
My brother, who lives somewhere out in a desert in Arizona, has a hockey blog. It’s rather Phoenix Coyotes heavy but what do you expect? He lives out there and supports the home team. If he lived here in Nashville he’d be writing wonderful Predators related pieces.
This particular post seemed to resonate with me because I think there are certain parts of it that relate to our home team. Especially with the unloading of some players and not being able to hang on to others that are free agents.
So, here are a couple of excerpts from my bro (go read the rest here):
. . . this hockey club will look vastly different come September
when training camp approaches. As I have written before, balanced
hockey clubs are important. Learning to win is difficult and struggling
to win can be even worse.The positive side to the lack of a veteran presence, or to the lack
of a good veteran presence (those that will lead the right way and not
look to the plethora of golf courses we have here and not look to
retire), is that the coaching staff can teach good habits as the young
players will not have any preconceived notion of how to play NHL hockey.
I just want the organization to put a team on the ice that will be competitive. My expectations are not the playoffs.
Yet.
I may disagree with the last sentence. As far as I’m concerned, always expect the playoffs. But, that may be the reason I cry a lot during the post-season.
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Word of the Day
The word of the day from urbandictionary.com today is:
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The hype surrounding any product Apple unveils. Claims that the iPhone will change the world are all part of the iPerbole surrounding the cultish company. |
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Quotable Quotes from the Young Extroverted One: Part V
“I’m going to be the allest of the universe!” –Young Extroverted One
Said this morning as we’re driving to school. Basically, she was describing herself when she grows up. It’s the natural succession of being a hockey playing, animal rescuing, paleontologising (that’s a cool word) artist. Everyday the list gets longer. Whatever she ends up doing we’re behind her all the way!
Backward Glances
Every once in awhile I get a little nostalgic. It happens mostly when I’m bored and online. I’ve exhausted my blogroll, done all that I can with my facebook and myspace pages. So, what else is there to do? I tend to try some googling of former residences and schools. For me that’s West Allis, Wisconsin and Woodrow Wilson Elementary School. I attempt to figure out where former classmates went to high school and search. But no luck.
How does one look for peeps far removed? My family moved to Melbourne, Florida when I was eight. That’s a big stretch of time with no contact to be looking for folks on the intertubes. Heck, I don’t even remember the names of those I went to school with so how can I expect to try to find alumni and actually recognize names? I have already made connections with former schoolmates from my childhood in Melbourne through myspace. It’s just every now and then I like to look a little farther back. I’m currently at work so I’m not doing any drunk googling. That might get a little dangerous.
At least I found the house that I grew up (until eight) in. 1040 South 88th Street. That’s one thing I can remember!
Another One Bites the Dust?
So, Paul Kariya out? Ugh. The dumping of Vokoun was, hopefully, to clear the way to be able to hold on to Kariya. But who wants to stay on a sinking ship? By the way, I don’t think it’s a sinking ship. Where’s the loyalty?
Regardless of the outcome I still believe the Preds could be contenders. They have a good coach and a great goalie. If there is an inkling of skill in any of the players left I think it’s up to the coach to make a team the best. So, if Barry Trotz can’t ever make it happen it might be up to a new coach. Hopefully, the Preds will still be in Nashville if that happens.
Job Drama Continues
Well, I knew that I had to jump through some hoops in order to get the director of av job at the Marriott at Vanderbilt University but I didn’t know I had to do the limbo and play twister at the same time!
My boss said I had to do a quick phone interview with someone from corporate. Wha? I’ve been working for this company for about two years. Okay, I’ll do it. Did that on Monday. Then my boss told me that I had to do an interview with some of the head cheeses from the hotel. Alright, whatever it takes. He set it up for yesterday with the hopes of making the human resources call that afternoon. Well, what he thought was a group hug with the new director and his hotel partners turned out to be cuddle time with my boss and the hotel crew (of which I was not invited). Talking about me. Why not talk to me?
So, they all agreed that I would do this as a temporary or interim position for a couple of months as a tryout. That means I don’t get director pay until it’s official in the minds of the Marriott mob that I can indeed ‘sell’ audio/visual in this teeny (remember I used to work at the Gaylord Opryland) hotel.
At least I get along with the people that I will be working with directly. Those guys that talked about me? They only see me working. They don’t work with me. As long as I’m doing what the sales folks here need me to do (which I am doing) we’ll be golden. I suppose I’ll continue to be, as my facebook updates say, “playing ‘director’ of AV @ the Vanderbilt Marriott.”
Diggin’ on the Ba$tard
As I drove into work this morning I noticed some self(?) censorship on the Midtown Wine and Spirits. It was advertising a special on Fat Bastard and a Riesling. They spelled ‘bastard’ with a dollar sign for the ‘s’. Is bastard that bad of a word? I must be desensitized or something because I tend to use that word freely. Yikes, this might affect my blog’s ‘G’ rating.
I remember being introduced to the bastard around the same time I met the Elder Extroverted One’s family. Not only is it a pretty decent wine it has a great name. Especially if you have to say it out loud the dinner table. I really enjoyed saying, “Pass that bastard over here!” Sigh. Good times.
UPDATE: The word bastard did affect my rating. Shoot! After typing bastard seven (well, now nine times) my blog is PG. My own daughter can’t read this blog. Which is good because she can’t read yet.