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May 12, 2007
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May 8, 2007
Due to an unforeseen lack of good Chinese Proverbs, the quote of the day will now be expanded to also include quotes from those with names we can barely pronounce. This will begin with today's quote by Sophocles
"How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong!"
-Sophocles
Thank you for your cooperation and valiant effort to pronounce these people's names.
"How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong!"
-Sophocles
Thank you for your cooperation and valiant effort to pronounce these people's names.
May 7, 2007
May 6, 2007
May 4, 2007
May 2, 2007
now it's time for..............
THE ACRONYM DICTIONARY!!!
I decided to compile a bunch of acronyms into a sort of dictionary for a project over the summer.
But then I realized how tricky it would be to find new acronyms to put into what I hope will be an ever-growing compilation. So anyway, I decided I would start now by asking all of you for your input. I will put all the names of people who help on a page as well. So please send in some acronyms you know ONLY IF YOU THINK I DON'T HAVE THEM (I don't need 100 different people telling me about NASA and FBI) with their meaning and a little background if at all possible. Send this to quow@alltel.net. And please remember I am looking for acronyms, NOT abbreviations! CIA is an acronym. ATL (Atlanta) and TV (television) are abbreviations.
All help is appreciated! Thank you!!!
THE ACRONYM DICTIONARY!!!
I decided to compile a bunch of acronyms into a sort of dictionary for a project over the summer.
But then I realized how tricky it would be to find new acronyms to put into what I hope will be an ever-growing compilation. So anyway, I decided I would start now by asking all of you for your input. I will put all the names of people who help on a page as well. So please send in some acronyms you know ONLY IF YOU THINK I DON'T HAVE THEM (I don't need 100 different people telling me about NASA and FBI) with their meaning and a little background if at all possible. Send this to quow@alltel.net. And please remember I am looking for acronyms, NOT abbreviations! CIA is an acronym. ATL (Atlanta) and TV (television) are abbreviations.
All help is appreciated! Thank you!!!
April 30, 2007
Today I bring you an exellent onion article that, as many of you know, I can relate to personally.
Allow me, with your kind permission, to present to you my pièce de résistance. I must warn you, as one of the select few to have ever witnessed it, you may find it difficult to maintain your composure. A sight such as this is not to be viewed lightly. Steel yourself, for it will be overwhelming. Behold my baseball cap collection in all its glory!
Amazing, is it not? I can see that you are both confused and astonished. Take it all in before I continue. When you have quite gathered yourself, I will proceed.
What you see before you are 11 caps, hanging from left to right in the order in which they were last worn, magnificently displayed on metallic hooks pinned to a corkboard. Each hook has nine-and-a-half inches between its counterpart which gives each piece the proper amount of space to be admired for both its individuality and its place in a grander scheme.
Ah, I see your eyes are drawn to my newest piece. Not surprising. I happened upon this 2006 Oakland Athletics New Era fitted cap at a Champs Sporting Goods store in the mall near my house. An important find, yes, but I would never have purchased it if it didn't complement the collection as a whole. Its new, youthful, hunter-green wool body, embellished by its yellow bill and traditional white A and apostrophe S, serves as a stark counterpoint to the visibly worn yet resilient Buffalo Bills cap that hangs beside it. I saved that Bills cap from an ignoble fate in a bargain bin in Mobile, AL, many moons ago, during a time when I, too, needed saving. Stand before the Bills cap, and all the caps for that matter, and realize that you, too, are merely mortal.
My favorite piece—and I say this knowing that it may surprise you—is the plain navy blue cap. I paid a hefty sum for it at that gift shop off the Pennsylvania Turnpike, and when I finally had it in my hands, I let out a sigh that seemed to echo the full weight of humanity. Its simplicity is stunning.
When I began this collection, I was 10, a mere boy, ignorant of my destiny as curator of the greatest collection of sportswear ever assembled. I realized long ago that I am not so much its owner as its steward, maintaining it so it may be passed on to future generations.
My first hat is the one three in from the right, its headband stained with the sweat of hope and sorrow. Notice the netted body adorned with an "R" (for "Reds") and the adjustable notches in the back. It is from my first Little League team. Remember your youth? Your innocence? Could it be we were ever so naïve, regarding our baseball caps as nothing more than objects to be worn on our heads? Do not fear to touch it, for to touch it is to feel its beauty. Go on, allow yourself to be humbled in its presence.
Look further. The uneven curvature of the otherwise exquisitely brimmed Dallas Cowboys hat proves that, no matter what, true perfection is unattainable.
That unmistakably curious cap on the far left, with the stitched jackrabbit, was a free gift I received when I purchased my old Volkswagen Golf. That was one of the most complex times in my life, just as witnessing this is probably one of the most complex times in yours.
And the Phoenix Coyotes hat was a present from my parents, because I am a pretty big Coyotes fan.
I sense that you are starting to understand the enormity of what hangs before you. What you are experiencing right now is an onslaught of universal truths words cannot describe. I know that profound and inexplicable sensation well. Indeed, I feel it every day. The soul quakes a little at the sight of the sublime. We are, after all, only human.
Oh, but how I ramble on. The collection is best appreciated in silent contemplation. I am going to leave you alone now. Don't be afraid. This is a safe place. If it all becomes too much, draw strength from the collection's anchor: the New York Mets hat. A constant companion on the rockiest of life's winding roads, it has guided me through many a tough time, and no doubt it will again.
Yes, no doubt it will again.
Allow me, with your kind permission, to present to you my pièce de résistance. I must warn you, as one of the select few to have ever witnessed it, you may find it difficult to maintain your composure. A sight such as this is not to be viewed lightly. Steel yourself, for it will be overwhelming. Behold my baseball cap collection in all its glory!
Amazing, is it not? I can see that you are both confused and astonished. Take it all in before I continue. When you have quite gathered yourself, I will proceed.
What you see before you are 11 caps, hanging from left to right in the order in which they were last worn, magnificently displayed on metallic hooks pinned to a corkboard. Each hook has nine-and-a-half inches between its counterpart which gives each piece the proper amount of space to be admired for both its individuality and its place in a grander scheme.
Ah, I see your eyes are drawn to my newest piece. Not surprising. I happened upon this 2006 Oakland Athletics New Era fitted cap at a Champs Sporting Goods store in the mall near my house. An important find, yes, but I would never have purchased it if it didn't complement the collection as a whole. Its new, youthful, hunter-green wool body, embellished by its yellow bill and traditional white A and apostrophe S, serves as a stark counterpoint to the visibly worn yet resilient Buffalo Bills cap that hangs beside it. I saved that Bills cap from an ignoble fate in a bargain bin in Mobile, AL, many moons ago, during a time when I, too, needed saving. Stand before the Bills cap, and all the caps for that matter, and realize that you, too, are merely mortal.
My favorite piece—and I say this knowing that it may surprise you—is the plain navy blue cap. I paid a hefty sum for it at that gift shop off the Pennsylvania Turnpike, and when I finally had it in my hands, I let out a sigh that seemed to echo the full weight of humanity. Its simplicity is stunning.
When I began this collection, I was 10, a mere boy, ignorant of my destiny as curator of the greatest collection of sportswear ever assembled. I realized long ago that I am not so much its owner as its steward, maintaining it so it may be passed on to future generations.
My first hat is the one three in from the right, its headband stained with the sweat of hope and sorrow. Notice the netted body adorned with an "R" (for "Reds") and the adjustable notches in the back. It is from my first Little League team. Remember your youth? Your innocence? Could it be we were ever so naïve, regarding our baseball caps as nothing more than objects to be worn on our heads? Do not fear to touch it, for to touch it is to feel its beauty. Go on, allow yourself to be humbled in its presence.
Look further. The uneven curvature of the otherwise exquisitely brimmed Dallas Cowboys hat proves that, no matter what, true perfection is unattainable.
That unmistakably curious cap on the far left, with the stitched jackrabbit, was a free gift I received when I purchased my old Volkswagen Golf. That was one of the most complex times in my life, just as witnessing this is probably one of the most complex times in yours.
And the Phoenix Coyotes hat was a present from my parents, because I am a pretty big Coyotes fan.
I sense that you are starting to understand the enormity of what hangs before you. What you are experiencing right now is an onslaught of universal truths words cannot describe. I know that profound and inexplicable sensation well. Indeed, I feel it every day. The soul quakes a little at the sight of the sublime. We are, after all, only human.
Oh, but how I ramble on. The collection is best appreciated in silent contemplation. I am going to leave you alone now. Don't be afraid. This is a safe place. If it all becomes too much, draw strength from the collection's anchor: the New York Mets hat. A constant companion on the rockiest of life's winding roads, it has guided me through many a tough time, and no doubt it will again.
Yes, no doubt it will again.
April 23, 2007
April 22, 2007
April 20, 2007
April 15, 2007
April 8, 2007
The Playlist Clip Weekly
The Playlist Clip Weekly (PCW)
Will run every Sunday and give you a
Bit of a glimpse into the world
Of my video playlist
And Give you a little info
About the clips as well
The very first PCW will come from a playlist I call "Marching Bands"
This is a clip of The Michigan Marching band playing Bohimian Rhapsody By Queen during a halftime show in 2005. Enjoy.
April 5, 2007
Whew!!!! I finally have some time to talk about yesterday (Wed. the 5th)
The Biggest part of Wednesday was probably what I ate. So I will put those parts in bold ;)
I got up on the morning and had a bagel, a bowl of cereal and six pancakes. This set me up for a full day of calorie consumption. When I was picked up by my grandfather the first thing we did was go to the automobile museum. There where a lot of cool old cars, an original model T, a few of those long Cadillacs, and an old Buick California cop car. There where many others, too. But my all-time favorite was certainly the Buggati Veyron. Being a Motor Trend enthusiast, I know a few things about this great vehicle. It cost about 1.5 Million Dollars (the sound system is 30 grand), its the fastest production car on the market, It has a horsepower gauge (this thing gets to 1,001 HP) and a wing in the back that telescopes out when it gets going real fast. Another interesting fact is that the Veyron has two keys. One you put in to start the car, and the second to allow it to get up to its top speed of 253 miles per hour. WOW. Anyway, I shall continue. After that we went to Beverly Hills. We looked around there for a little while, then decided to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. I ordered BBQ ribs, which where incredibly huge. I then proceeded to consume the entire thing, along with many fries and a few lucky onion rings. Unfortunately, I was then to full to actually get any cheesecake. Oh well. Then we looked at some TVs with fluffy coverings, decorative coverings, and PC screens that where meant to appeal to fans of specific NBA basketball teams. Then we watched some Monty Python* at the Museum of Radio and television. We then went back to my Grandparents' house, where I rested for a little while before going to a grocery store nearby in Westwood. I then ate an Ice cream sandwich at a place called Diddy Riese. It was very good. I then barely made it home through my fatigue and proceeded to take a long nap. It was not like I had much else better to do. Then we all went out to dinner. The place was called Frankie & Johnny's, and there was quite a bit of pizza involved, including plain cheese, Margarita, BBQ chicken, Hawaiian, and of course, Pasta Pizza. There where seriously pasta pieces on the pizza. Then we had a jolly little ride over to the College apartment of one of my cousins who majors in fashion there. There, we observed some of the projects she was doing, along with many other fashionable things that may have been going on. I shan't go into detail, I am running out of time. Finally we sat at the table there and had various types of brownies, ice cream, and the remaining pizza while talking about the fashion business**. So that was my day, food and all. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, but did not get a stomach ache from it as I did. Thank You.
* for those who care, it was the Flying Circus episodes How to recognize different types of trees from quite a long way away and how to not be seen, Respectively. Video examples coming soon.
**That was not REALLY what we talked about, I just thought it would sound good.
The Biggest part of Wednesday was probably what I ate. So I will put those parts in bold ;)
I got up on the morning and had a bagel, a bowl of cereal and six pancakes. This set me up for a full day of calorie consumption. When I was picked up by my grandfather the first thing we did was go to the automobile museum. There where a lot of cool old cars, an original model T, a few of those long Cadillacs, and an old Buick California cop car. There where many others, too. But my all-time favorite was certainly the Buggati Veyron. Being a Motor Trend enthusiast, I know a few things about this great vehicle. It cost about 1.5 Million Dollars (the sound system is 30 grand), its the fastest production car on the market, It has a horsepower gauge (this thing gets to 1,001 HP) and a wing in the back that telescopes out when it gets going real fast. Another interesting fact is that the Veyron has two keys. One you put in to start the car, and the second to allow it to get up to its top speed of 253 miles per hour. WOW. Anyway, I shall continue. After that we went to Beverly Hills. We looked around there for a little while, then decided to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. I ordered BBQ ribs, which where incredibly huge. I then proceeded to consume the entire thing, along with many fries and a few lucky onion rings. Unfortunately, I was then to full to actually get any cheesecake. Oh well. Then we looked at some TVs with fluffy coverings, decorative coverings, and PC screens that where meant to appeal to fans of specific NBA basketball teams. Then we watched some Monty Python* at the Museum of Radio and television. We then went back to my Grandparents' house, where I rested for a little while before going to a grocery store nearby in Westwood. I then ate an Ice cream sandwich at a place called Diddy Riese. It was very good. I then barely made it home through my fatigue and proceeded to take a long nap. It was not like I had much else better to do. Then we all went out to dinner. The place was called Frankie & Johnny's, and there was quite a bit of pizza involved, including plain cheese, Margarita, BBQ chicken, Hawaiian, and of course, Pasta Pizza. There where seriously pasta pieces on the pizza. Then we had a jolly little ride over to the College apartment of one of my cousins who majors in fashion there. There, we observed some of the projects she was doing, along with many other fashionable things that may have been going on. I shan't go into detail, I am running out of time. Finally we sat at the table there and had various types of brownies, ice cream, and the remaining pizza while talking about the fashion business**. So that was my day, food and all. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, but did not get a stomach ache from it as I did. Thank You.
* for those who care, it was the Flying Circus episodes How to recognize different types of trees from quite a long way away and how to not be seen, Respectively. Video examples coming soon.
**That was not REALLY what we talked about, I just thought it would sound good.
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