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September 30, 2005

Scott Yost of the Rhino on 98.7

Scott Yost of the Rhino times was on the 98.7 radio's "The Wicker Show" this morning and I thought he made a good account of himself based on what I heard.

You have to remember, I read the Greensboro blogs, I read the Rhino times, but since I don't actually "sleep" in Greensboro the political goings on aren't as important to me. When I read about things political in the blogs there are a few blogers I trust to tell it like it is exactly how they saw it. When I read about things political in The Rhino Times, I have come to think of it as an old fashioned printed blog. Something happens, a Rhino reporter was there, they reported it exactly how they saw it. This has much to do with the fact that if I read something in the Rhino, half of the bloggers who talk about the same thing agree with the Rhino's report and half saw just the opposite. Or to put it another way, half of the bloggers see someone like Scott Yost as an honest journalist, and the other half see him and anyone else with the Rhino as some great and horny demon spouting lies from his backside. Hearing him on the radio gave me an opportunity to form my own opinion.

I didn't get to hear it all though which makes me sad, Sara has a long standing ban on any '70's disco songs featuring falsetto, so the Bee Gee's song in the middle of the interview meant that I could not switch back to 98.7 until she was good and out of earshot.

I am glad listeners like myself got the opportunity to hear him speak for himself as a guy and not as a reporter (or lie farting demon from the neither regions.)

September 29, 2005

Protection... you know...down there

This ought to be Sara's entry, but she's reinventing herself right now so I will take the reins and credit her often.

The USFA rulebook mentions plastic male protection as highly suggested but not manditory, the reason is that the groin isn't really prime target realestate in any of the fencing weapons. In saber, it is off target completely. The main reason however is that the athletic cup seems to have been designed a hundred years ago, by someone who wasn't even an engineer. Some sports might "require" them but few beyond local youth sport groups even try to enforce it. (With mixed results.). The rule of thumb in fencing is that guys won't wear it until they get hit there one good time, after that they will be true believers. I have been hit there before, but never with force to convert me. I wore a cup in high school football, and let me just tell you, I wasn't running after anything. Pick up a car, yes, push a tree down yes, jog to the locker room, not a chance.

While sitting in Rock Ola the other day waiting for food, I was casually watching a tv show on one of the sports networks. The entire show seem to revolve around football players getting wacked in the nards, and interviews with coaches and players. Coaches would see a player down and think, "Uh oh, is it his hip? Is it his knee?" "What? Its only his nuts? Ok, good I was worried there for a minute." The players interviewed all said that they didn't wear them because they were uncomfortable, some even offered that their speed was cut by having one on. I can believe it. Contrary to popular belief (mostly women's) the stigma against wearing cups has nothing to do with mans ability or inability to "fill it", it has to do with the fact that a it is hard to walk around with a big piece of plastic crammed between your thighs. (You'd think those women would know that already.) If the guy has fat thighs, the cup is cutting into the fat, if the guy has muscular thighs the cup is cutting into the muscle. If the guy has no thighs at all, he's probably not involved in a sport that warrents cup use.

So I am having this exact rant with Sara who is listening patiently and I can tell from the look on her face she is giving it careful thought and wise consideration. Finally I shut up, and she speaks. What came from her mouth was so wise and true that it sounded like the voice of an angel. Allow me to share her wisdom.

Her solution was this. The current cup is designed to fit into underwear and fit tightly to your body, thus its discomfort. The fencing jacket instead of being strait like any normal jacket, comes down in a triangle in the front, the point of which is actually in your crotch. A strap is sewin to this point and it connects to two D-rings in the back creating a pretty good barrier such that a blade won't hit your thigh and slide up under your jacket and into unprotected space. This being the case, why not sew a pocket onto the inside of the jacket at the point of the triangle for a cup to slide into. It would offer up all the protection but would not impede movement. She even suggested redesigning the cup so that instead of resembling an oxygen mask it would be a concave oval more like a bannana split dish. I don't know who's sick idea it was it make it oxygen masked shaped to begin with, but he was probably a real dickhead. (excuse my language, but it was necessary for comic effect)

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Nobel Piece prize worthy infact! (sorry, couldn't resist)

September 28, 2005

Brown VS Congress: Cage Match at Capital Hill

I was surprised that Congress wanted to take Brown to task, everyone had agreed that Brown was going to be the scapegoat pretty early on and he accepted his role and resigned. It should have been over, but I guess some congressional types needed some sound bites to boost their popluarity numbers. They wanted a scapegoat, Brown is the scapegoat. They wanted a whipping boy, Brown never agreed to that.

And why should he? Is he to blame for most of FEMA's failures during Katrina? Yes. Is there still plenty of blame to go around? Yes again. Should he take all of the blame for everything? Congress seems to think so. Lets be honest, Brown was appointed, everyone else involved was elected. Everyone wants to be reelected. None of them are going to want to shoulder any of their personal blame and are going to take great pains to spin that blame somewhere else. Congress sees no reason why Brown shouldn't be the fall guy here. Good for reelection campains, bad for Americans.

Lets face it, I would vote for the Mayer of New Orleans as president of the united states, but he should've evacuated New Olreans before escape became impossible. There were plenty of school busses and such available to at least make a good college try. Instead the busses were sunk with the rest of the city. The governor of LA could have mentioned something about evacuation before Katrina hit, and asked for help sooner once Katrina did hit. There is/was plenty of blame to go around.

I am not sure what set me off the most last night watching the news reports of Congress trying to make brownies out of Brown, the effeminate U.S. Rep. Gene Taylor (D) Mississippi who tried so hard to get Brown to accept 110% of the blame, or his even more effeminate toady sitting behind him learing like a jackel into the cameras. He had the kind of learing face that needed to be hit with something.

Kudo's to Brown for refusing to take any blame that wasn't his. Jeers to the whiny little politicians who care about nothing but vote getting. Jeers also to members of the media who are reporting that Brown refused to accept any blame at all. Quit lying to us you little attention whores, you're getting as bad as the politicians.

September 27, 2005

Stuff happened, but we're back now and we've got t-shirts for everybody

If you were looking for this blog you might have noticed that it disappeared for a short time. New Server, why not some new DNS. Hats off again to the blog admin and the server admin. Friday I noticed that comments were broken and it took some time to make that even start to work right. As of now, comments work, they just aren't as pretty as one might like.

Two shorts. Every morning, as we are leaving the dirt on the way to work right at the end of the pavement is the bus stop for our whole area. At this bus stop there are of course a whole bunch of kids waiting for the bus each morning. Each morning I wave at them, most days most kids wave back. One girl glares hatefully at us. I swear on all that is buena, I will continue to wave at that little brat until she waves back. Or, if I am feeling particularly nasty, I will roll down my window and say "Hi There!". She will either say "hi" back or she'll tell me something colorful that would make her mamma blush, tune in and see...

This morning at 8:15 I snag the last parking spot on campus. As I was getting out of my car someone stops by me and says, "Are you leaving?"
Am I leaving? Its 8:15 in the morning and I am a half mile from my office. I so wanted to say, "Yes I am leaving, godfreakinzilla ate the entire cafeteria building and stomped mossman flat, school is cancelled you nimrod!"

Instead I said, "No, I am not leaving."

I really need to rip into the occasional commuter.

September 23, 2005

God to Smite Texas Tomorrow

Remember back when Katrina was poised to hit New Orleans and the ultra conservative christian fundy types were saying that Katrina was the hand of god smiting the evil in New Orleans. (There were certainly other examples of this, many I read on Greensboro101.) I guess before I take the next step I need to drop my disclaimer. I enjoy reading the ultra conservative bloggers I find on Greensboro101. There is no wisdom in spending your days only reading the people you agree with. Best of all, if I don't have enough information about a topic I can learn enough from the ultra conservatives that I can take a strong opposing stance and still be hotly disagreed with by the ultra liberals. Plus left or right, nut jobs are entertaining and educational. I find that in social situations I have really enjoyed the company of the extreme left and right, and there is always plenty of good conversation to go around.

Now back to topic. I would like to get a little exercise. For the sake of this blog entry, lets make the assumption that the statement "Katrina was the hand of God..." is true. Its a really controversial statement but just play along with me here. Everyone who reads this knows that they either read that idea recently, or stated it themselves.

My take on this is if this were true than the rest of the sentence we heard "...smiting the great bastion of sin which is New Orleans" is false. Did it really punish the pervayers of sin and vice? Nope, they left the city and put their insurance agents on speed dial. The people punished were the poor and or elderly folks who could not flee the city. The strip club owners and other "organized sin" types lose a little short term business but they profit in the end as they use emanate domain to take the land where the poor people used to rent tiny appartments and put in casino's and even larger strip clubs which have smaller casino's inside where inside you can find tiny strip clubs. So the "organized sin", groups are rewarded for the collateral damage which was the impoverished masses.

What was the target then? Well the city got flooded, poor people lost what little they had, many lost their lives, the organized sinners profited, the oil pipelines got damaged, some refineries got tossed, we lost a few oil platforms.

Now the hand of god through Rita is getting ready to smite Texas. (Remember we are accepting for the sake of argument that hurricanes are the hand of god.) I haven't read anything about Texas being a wretched hive of scum and villainy. (Political jokes asside) So what are they standing to lose? Homes, businesses, a few lives, and the island of Galvaston come to mind. Oh yeah, and 1/4 of all US oil refining capacity.

If we are going to accept that these storms are the almighty's bitchslap to the wicked, then it looks like the man upstairs is ticked off at United States oil production. Now why would that be?

Maybe it has to do with the US breaking that whole "thou shalt not kill" thing over in Iraq or the everpopular turn the other cheek thing that Jesus was fond of. It could have to do with avarice over the oil in the middle east. It could be the oil itself, though the ultra conservatives would argue that it was put there specifically for us to use and it will never run out thank the lord.

Swish it around in your head for a while like Listerine.
But don't forget to spit.

September 22, 2005

Bad Ass Coffee's Hula Pie

If you have been reading long you might remember some time back I received a coffee care package from Hawaii. I really appreciated it and I kept all the empty bags, but over all those coffees weren't all that good to me because I couldn't get away from the chemical taste in them.

I recently received a new care package from Hawaii this time with some coffee from The Bad Ass Coffee Company, and a bag of Lemon and Salt Marlin Jerky. Yes, Marlin like the fish. Both rocked, and I'm chewing some Marlin as we speak having finished the last cup of Hula Pie earlier this morning.

The Hula Pie coffee is a flavored coffee with no chemical aftertaste at all. The flavorings themselves are subtle, like a good wine. Chocolate and coconut with other delicate flavors gave it a sweetness and flavor that did nothing to hide the kona beans. Or to put it in a less snobby way, the flavor was more like an tastful accessary to a great outfit.

I would certainly recommend this to anyone, and if I were able to order my coffee online Bad Ass would be at the top of my list.

Thanks Guys!

September 21, 2005

Making Upgrades Out of Hardware Failure

Monday morning the server that houses this blog as well as greensborofencing.com developed sudden end of life syndrom. Fortunately the Angel Bennefactor of this server just happened to have a brand new server sitting in a corner he had been meaning to upgrade to for the last six months.

Thanks to his tireless hard work the new server was up and running in a few hours. Thanks also to the hardwork of our blog admin who chose this as the perfect opportunity to upgrade MovableType versions and replace MTBlacklist with another anti-blogspam product.

I am very pleased to say that as far as I know, no one on tp.org lost any data and the restore went fairly smoothly.

Its good to know people who know things.

September 20, 2005

How To Be A Fencing Parent (Part Two)

You have your book, you have your chair, you have a cooler full of water and good snack choices, your fencer is fully dressed out and ready to go. You think you job here is done right? Wrong! It has only really just begun. Unlike soccer, baseball, volleyball, hockey, and every other sport out there, fencing has one more little aspect that is especially difficult for the young fencer and it becomes a terrific opportunity for you.

Once the fencer gets to strip they still have to hook up into the reel. (That leash thing that trails behind the fencer connecting them to the scoring system.) You have a young fencer who may at the best of times just getting the hang of tying their shoes. Manual dexterity is coming, but they aren't winning Halo tournaments yet. Look at them, they are wearing big leather glove on one hand, they are holding a three foot long weapon attached to them by a wire, and they have a mask in their hand. Now they are expected to hook the reel cord to the D-ring is attached to the jacket...on the back.

Here we have two possible situations. Situation one, is pure painful comedy as the fencer drops their mask and tangles in their weapon while they attempt to twist around to get to the D-ring in the back. The farther they turn towards the back, the closer the D-ring comes to the front...on the other side. Most likely in the act of trying not to fall down they have accidentally kicked the mask two or three strips down. Meanwhile five minutes passes before the referee or coach from the other team feels sorry for the kid and hooks them up. Situation two, the fencer's coach or parent is right there with them. They follow the fencer up, give them a pep talk while they handle the reel cord thing and totally relaxed and composed the fencer steps up to fence with no embarrassment about the five minutes they spent performing physical comedy.

What fencing allows is something that is not allowed in any other sport. Parental participation. In all other sports you are stuck in the stands cheering. In fencing, you can be much more active. At higher level competitions you would be stuck on the outside of the railing, but you are still within six feet of your child. At lower level competitions you can hook them up and unhook them up until the point that they are old enough to be embarrassed by your presence. You can be there with kind words and a bottle of water with no problem. You can't argue with the referee, or you will be ejected from the tournament, but if you are the type of person who would argue with the referee, you are already used to being ejected.

For the young fencer you are in charge of the bottle of water, towel, extra weapons and body cords. When the fencer says "hungry" you say, "here's a snack". This is prime bonding time too if your career is the sort that limits bonding time on the weekdays. The chair and the book are for those long hours waiting for pools to begin and then the direct elimination to begin up to the point where your child is eliminated, or wins the event.

Now, your child is finished with the event, and for the sake of argument, since it is one of their first tournaments, didn't win first place in it. You could leave, and go get some real food, but why spoil a perfect learning opportunity. Once your child has gotten into some dry cloths take them back to strip and find the fencer who eliminated them. See what they do well, what works and what doesn't. The sting of loss can be whipped away easily when your child sees that the kid who beat them, walked away with first place! Even if they are eliminated in the very next match, it is a valuable lesson in what works, what doesn't, and how yours can beat them next time.

USFA Website for Parents

September 19, 2005

You mean they come in colors?

I was invited to a terrific cookout hosted by the family of one of our fencer's the weekend. It was really the first time I have ever seen our fencers "In the wild" and I found I spent most of my time just staring. Fencing is a black and white sport. White uniforms, black mesh on the masks. Saber adds a good deal of silver to the equasion, but eliminated black and white in the process. Its tradition, and has a good bit to do with why we don't see Tuesday Night Fencing on FOX. So seeing all of these people in colorful shirts, and shorts was a real shock to my system. I even had difficulty recognizing some of them.

Here's a typical night after fencing with Cameron, Kathy, and or The Doc talking about a fencer.

Cameron: "Jane was really doing well tonight."
Me: "Which one was Jane again?"
Cameron: "She was wearing the white jacket, white knickers, white socks, and white mask with the black mesh."
Me: "You just described everyone in the club."
Cameron: "Girl."
Me: "Ok, the list just shrunk by two thirds."
Cameron: "Teens, auborn hair, hazel eyes..."
Me: "Teenager, I have that. Lets just assume for a minute that words like Auborn and Hazel are meaningful color descriptions to me, they all wear mask!"
Cameron: "Hmmm...something you might notice... Got it! She's the one in the 48 jacket and large chest protector."
Me: "Oh Jane!! Why didn't you say so? Yes, she did very well tonight, beat the stuffing out of Brad."
Cameron: "Which one was Brad again?"
Me: "He was wearing the white jacket, white knickers, white socks, and white mask with the black mesh."
Cameron: "You just described everyone in the club."
Me: "Guy."
Cameron: "Ok, the list just shrunk by one thirds."


The above conversation has never actually happened quite that way before, (Like I could guess a jacket size by just looking at it) but some nights it feels like it could easily go that way.

The point is that when you get used to seeing someone wearing the same sort of thing every time you see them, it is a real shock to the system when you see them wearing something else. I suppose it would be like bumping in to your doctor or priest in a night club on beach night.

Great cookout.

September 16, 2005

How To Be A Fencing Parent (Part One)

If you have ever participated in sport as either a parent on the sidelines or as a player, you know that each sport has its own idiosyncrasies that must be dealt with. In soccer you know you are going to spend all day outside. Ice hockey translates into expensive equipment and matches at all hours of the day and night, bring a warm jacket.

Fencing has its own special set of idiosyncrasies such as the fact that though the tournament takes all day you and your child will spend most of it waiting to fence. Bring a book and a comfortable chair because typically tournaments never have enough seating and not everyone is cut out for sitting on the floor for eight hours.

Food is another important consideration. In this respect we are more like soccer than high school volleyball. Don't expect a snack bar. Don't even count on a vending machine. Best bet, bring a smallish cooler with bottled water and healthy snacks. The best choices are things like string cheese, trail mix, and the like, the obviously problem with this is the best foods seem to be the ones most kids are allergic to. Do you best to pick stuff you and your child enjoy that also have good nutrition without being loaded with sugar. Protein and carbohydrates are key. A sandwich would work nicely. Don't get carried away with cooler size, the fencing spaces are usually space starved, and the first space to go is always the one meant for you.

Here's probably the best place to talk about shoes for fencing. Yes, there are fencing shoes, they are expensive, and specific. Football and soccer have cleats, which if your child has ever played you know because you probably have several pairs of fairly new cleats in your closet that they have outgrown and can' t really be worn anywhere else. So it is with fencing shoes. My suggestion, get some much less expensive shoe that could be worn everyday, good choices would include indoor soccer shoes, cheerleading shoes, or just general athletic shoes. Avoid running shoes and basketball shoes. Because of the ways that we use our feet in fencing, basketball and running shoes are more likely to cause injury to the ankle due to their shape. Hightops just won't work. If you see a high top fencing shoe, make sure that you look at both shoes together. Freaky huh. The off weapon shoe is low top, the weapon side shoe is high top. I did say they were pretty specific to fencing.

It is funny, I have seen parents with fencers go into the fencing space looking like a day at the beach, chairs, coolers, books, the whole deal. They set up on a half acre of floor space and then head over to the registration table to check in only to then realize that the fencer's USFA card is missing in action. We start with the "I thought you had it honey" conversation, and ends with mom emptying her purse on the counter. Always know where your USFA card is, you will definitely need it. If you aren't asked to show it, you will probably be disappointed with how the rest of the tournament is run, if you are new to the USFA a faxback receipt from the USFA works fine too.

So the card thing finally gets sorted out. Money changes hands and you begin your first waiting period for the event to start. Probably a good time to get dressed and get your mask, lame, and bodycords inspected at the armory. Ummmm....body-what? "Mom, where are my socks?"

We highly recommend having three things:

Thing one, a carry on style bag where 2 pairs of socks, 2 T-shirts, knickers, jacket, gender specific hard plastic protection (how's that for politically correct), underarm protector, mask, glove, etc.

Thing two, a fencing bag or other creative container (hard golf cases, PVC tube contraptions, etc) that holds the weapons, of which there must be two for each weapon fenced. You could store body cords here or in the carry on bag. Note the "s", there must be at least two bodycords and they must both work! Also if you are fencing saber don't forget the overglove and mask cords (yes two of them), these must be inspected at the armory as well. The idea here is to separate things that are going to be wet from things that should stay dry.

Thing three is really only necessary if you fence foil or saber and that's a heavy duty plastic hanger for holding the lame. Lames are metallic fibre items that cover valid target area. They are hand wash only, and are very fragile. Nothing kills a lame faster than to be folded and crammed into a mask. On the other hand, kept hung up and dry you can expect your child to outgrow it before having to replace it.

The next difficult thing to keep up with in fencing is where exactly you will fence and when. Sooner or later someone on the other side of a crowded gym will shout across the six or more crowded and active fencing strips something that sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher. That may or may not have been the bout committee calling your child to strip. My best advice is to know when the registration for the event ends. Usually the fencing of that event begins soon after the close of registration. Make sure that by the close of registration your child is dressed up, inspected and ready to fence. If they announce that they are running late, then you can perhaps remove the lame only and return it to the hanger. Being late to strip is a penalty that leads to points against the fencer, really late could mean your child is dropped from the event. No one is going to let you get away with the "We didn't hear you call" defense.

When your child gets called first it is often an announcement of who is in what pool and when they will start. Medium sized events that are understaffed will often have to fence half of the pools first and the other half second. If so, its going to be a long day for everyone. A "pool" is a group of fencers who will fence each other. The score sheet keeps up with wins, loses, touches scored, and touches received. At the end of the pool the referee does math and comes up with a places in the pool for each fencer. Wins count first, indicators count also. The "indicator" is the total number of points your child made minus the number of touches they received. The number could be positive if they are doing well, negative if they are doing less well. When all of the pools in their event is finished the wins and the indicators are used to place the fencers into one big direct elimination bracket. Your child is typically finished with the event as soon as they are defeated. Unless of course there is repechage then they have to lose twice.


USFA Website for Parents:

September 15, 2005

I have never been insulted so badly in my entire life

That title says it all, and lets not forget I grew up a fat kid who wore braces for 6 years and was named "Woody". I thought I had seen it all.

Then I find out that the work I have been doing in Project Management creating a database application to track IT work, and then spit out high level queries and reports based on that data, makes me a computer repair technician. I haven't been a computer repair technician in three years. My training in the past three years have been three database courses, two project management courses, and a diplomacy and tact class. Does that sound to you like the sort of training you give a guy doing tech support? I ask this because the other tech guys are getting A+ certifications and stuff. Most of them work as a tech for three years and rise out of it. That's what happened with me...I thought. I got a fifty cent raise. My boss got a sixty cent raise. My coworker got a dollar and a half raise. One of my buddies who started a tech and then moved on to better things (just like me) got a two dollar and fifty cent raise. (I am actually pretty pleased with that, he's got a second baby on the way and really needs all the help he can get.) And it really isn't about the money. I've never made any money, and I don't ever really expect that to change. I am incensed that what I do is so undervalued in this organization. And these are the same guys who read my reports every week and have the information to give compliment or correction to their own people as well as protect their ungrateful asses from the likes of Dick Cheek.
Ok, so I got handed that way below the belt blow. I'm an adult, I got my big boy pants on. I'll go throught the formal process of challenging the decision. Bitterness is the rifining fire through which hate becomes determination. I am simply reaching deeply within me and relasing my inner bitterness. Feels warm. When the bitterness comes I feel these large flaming wings unfurl behind me. It feels like stretching unused muscles. At least I am going to fencing where I always have a good time surrounded by great people whom I all like, and all appreciate me.
Never in my life have they so collectively sucked. It reached the point that I announced to them that they were so collectively bad that we weren't going to fence electric next week just so they could drill the whole class.

I had a terrific dinner way too late with comfort food that added inches to all the wrong places.

This morning I woke up and got ready for work. I'm still fuming. We leave for work late. While I am stuck in traffic behind a woman doing 45 miles per hour in a 55 zone (she was actually white knuckling her steering wheel) Sara says, "Any chance you could go home this weekend. I need some me time." The slow driver, and that exchange didn't even phase me. Why sweat the small stuff. The woman is old and will likely die soon anyway. I am in a foul mood and not fit for polite company, Sara makes a very valid request.

I drop her off at her office and head for the last place on campus where there might be parking at this hour. Turning onto Highland avenue a semi is comming the other way, it is tight but there is room. He veers into my lane stops his truck opens his door and hops out. He doesn't close his door. He walks over to a construction worker and they chat for awhile. Meanwhile the three cars behind me are less patient. Two of them manage to back onto Spring Garden street stopping traffic and causing many horns to honk, and much sign language to ensue. The person directly behind me can't back into the street because she keeps getting cut off by the people from Spring Garden street who are pulling around her and getting on my bumper with horn and finger as their guide. I could have probably got out of my car, shut the door to the semi and maybe slipped past if I were really careful. But I was enjoying my coffee and the song on the radio and the little fantasy I was having about shutting the semi door using my car. He does eventually move, and he really enjoyed stopping traffic in both directions on the street. It is really the only power he has and I can understand why he needs to do that once in a while.

I get one of the very last parking spots on campus. (The car behind me didn't get one at all.) And I grab my bag, lunch box, coffee mug and sun glasses. Now to go to the office...finally. Only one problem. Between me and my office was no less than EIGHT Giddians passing out bibles. It took some time, but I managed to make it very clear that I wasn't going to take their damn new testimate all without saying a word or getting closer than 50 feet from them. It was actually fun. I would step onto the side walk and a wandering profit would take a position so I would have to pass them. I would make eye contact with them and cross to the other side of the street. They would, of course, cross as well and take up a new position where I would have to pass them. So I would cross back. Once I even turned around and went through a building. I came out of the building 50 to the other side of them. He took a position at the cross walk. I smiled, and Jay walked, he crosses the street and tries to cut me off at the other side. I stop, smile, and cut throught the bushes. Not one of them got closer to me than 40 feet.
It felt good to stretch my wings and feel the breeze fanning the flames.

So I am finally in my office. I am playing Bloodhound Gang CD's loudly and I am singing along. I am wearing a very offencive T-Shirt, shorts and sandles. I will prance around this building and be seen. All of the offences confidiental letters and such are taped to the wall outside my office door. I am wearing Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs "Grog", which smells like coconut rum. Today is the one day I am allowing myself to act out and be exactly what they think I am. Tomorrow, its back to business as usual.

It is too much fun manipulating an entire organization to give up this terrific job surrounded by great co-workers over an insult. Even one of this magnatude.

September 14, 2005

Solving the Airline Crisis

First off I love the fact that it is still called a "crisis". This has been going on for years without solution, it isn't even building, it is just holding steady. It is a problem. It could even be called a huge major problem. But it isn't a crisis. When I think crisis, I am thinking of raw stump hemorrhaging blood. The airline thing is a stump certainly, but its not a raw gaping wound with the patient dying on the table.

Ok. Maybe it is. Lets go with the patient on the table analogy. The airlines are certainly hemorrhaging money. But it really isn't their money that is hemorrhaging. If you took a person with their hand ripped off hemorrhaging blood to the emergency room the first thing they would do is stop the bleeding. Then they would add more blood to keep the patient alive, and if they couldn't carefully sew the hand back on, they would fix the stump so it wouldn't be open raw and bleeding anymore.

So the man with the ripped off hand is the airlines, and the emergency room is congress. What congress is doing is going "Oh my gosh! That man is bleeding to death! Quick add more blood! They aren't trying to stop the bleeding at all, they are just adding blood for the patient to squirt out on the floor. Maybe congress thinks that the hand will magically just grow back. Maybe they are so freaked out by the stump they refuse to acknowledge it. Either way, how many billion dollars a year end up squirted out of the stump onto the floor?

Yes, that analogy is probably not for the squeemish. Lets make a new one.

Darwinism says that in a place with limited food resources only the strongest most able to adapt animal will survive. Most of the dinosaurs failed to make it because they couldn't adapt to a cooling environment and limited food resources. The whooly mamoth who evolved and thrived in the frozen world, didn't make it when the world thawed out. Thunderdome, two men enter, one man leaves. It is odd but man has a funny habbit of trying to pull a fast one on the natural order of things by stubbornly refusing to let the weak ones die off. This same habbit has manifested itself where airlines are concerned.

Walmart, Dell, Google, Microsoft, giants in their respective fields became giants because they adapted quickly and crushed their competition. So now they make gobs of money offering products and services on the cheap. Any competition they might have pales before their trememdous bottom line might.

ATA, Delta, Southwest, American Eagle, American West, Continental, Northwest, Southwest, United, US Airways, these are only the major airlines in America. There are a 177 other smaller carriers. That might count a few air freight compainies, when I got my list of the major carriers they included, UPS, and Fedex. If darwinism were just allowed to take place here in a few short years you would have a handful of carriers, and one major player. The major player wouldn't be that expencive because the volume of tickets they are selling would keep the cost down just like shopping at Walmart. Best of all this major player would be solvent all by themselves and wouldn't have to be bailed out by the federal government every few years like is taking place now.

You know when I woke up to NPR this morning they didn't say "airlines going bankrupt", they said, "airlines going bankrupt again". How can anyone expect that many competitors to survive and thrive with such a small number of passengers to go between them. They do what they have to, they try to undercut their competition, and there is so much competition that they end up operating at a loss. But that's ok, because when the money runs out they can just go to Uncle Sam and have their bank accounts refilled again. (blood transfusion if you like the first analogy)

Let the bankrupt airlines die. Let the strongest and most able to adapt survive and prosper.

Or, if you are bent another way, you can just let the government take over the airlines completely and run it like the post office. (For those of you who had a stroke at that last sentence, I drink to your memories.)

September 13, 2005

Fencers on TV

If you happened to be watching FOX this morning, (we despretly tried) you would have seen the Downtown Fencing Club's very own Cameron talking about fencing as well as UNCG's CALL program, where fencing is just one small part.


Sadly, even knowing in advance that she would be there, we could not manage to coax FOX's signal out of the air and into our TV. I was hoping to see just how much more pale Cam could look and I missed it! ;) (Teasing Cam, no reason to plot revenge)

September 12, 2005

YOU: The Owner's Manual

The book is called YOU: The Owners Manual and I read it. If I am only able to read one book a year, I made a really good choice. I had health in highschool, and I had health in college. I have had at various points in my life Red Cross first aid, CPR certification. At one time very recently I even had Red Cross first aid CPR AED instructor's certification. This book was better than all of that put together.

Are you one of those people when they get a new car of some new piece of electronics where you sit down and read the manual. Ok sure, maybe you don't read it before you hooked it up, turned it on, or drove away, but you did read it. If so this book is for you.

The authors Michael F. Roizen, Mehmet Oz, both doctors by the way, wanted to write a useful health book that would make since to the typical end user. They didn't write it for doctors. To use the car analogy, this book is the one in your glove box, not the repair manual in your mechanic's garage. The book in your glove box is really an amazing little book. Within its pages it explains all the major systems of your car, and what to do when that warning light goes off. It also tells you the recommended fluids, and maintenance schedule, so you can get the maximum enjoyment, and life out of your car without being stranded on the side of the road.

That is what YOU: The Owner's Manual does for you and the meat sack you walk around with. And again, it was written for the end user, not a trained professional. That means no long latin words, clear instructions, and good illustrations. It is as useful to a 12 year old boy as it would be to a 70 year old woman. The simple philosophy is that it doesn't matter if your body is new and low milage or old and high milage, proper maintenance can get you more miles and a longer life.

And we all want that right?

My opinion, if you are only going to read one book this year, make it your own private owner's manual. Your body will thank you for it.

September 8, 2005

There's a new blog in town

CrimBlog is new and starts very strong. In his own words:


An ongoing discussion about the goals, methods, and results of our Court system. Focused primarily on the criminal courts of Guilford County, NC.

Maybe I am so interested because I know so little about the mysterious world of "The Law". I was really surprised to learn that "The Law" and "Justice" are two completely different and virtually unrelated things.

I guess that is why so much shocks me in the world of law. Right and Wrong are irrevelent in a society based on Law. Freaky, but everything makes more since now that I have learned to look at it through this filter.

I eagerly await more insight from inside this mysterious, convoluted, and wordy place. Forever I will think of this writer as the "legal Joc Custuau".

Check it out!

September 7, 2005

Take That TV Charity Commercial!

If you have ever watched television in your life at some point you have seen those carefully crafted guilt bombs trying to get you to buy a cup of coffee for underprivilaged kids in third world countries. They say that most of the money goes to the kids, but how much do those commercials cost? They are pretty slick looking. Usually I can blow them off with a well placed cold, heartless, and crass statement like, "If you keep feeding them you are only going to encourage them to reproduce more."

For some reason past couple of weeks the commercials have been on double time and double strength. Instead of being pissed off about having to deal with their guilt, I was instead pissed off because there are people in America living just as bad that need that coffee money twice as much. How about we help those Katrina victims, then mop up the homeless and hunger problems in America before we Crusade off to the third world money in one hand and bible in the other to feed Sally Struthers.

Rant off.

September 6, 2005

The winds of change favor blogs now!

This says it all, and better than I could. Someone in the Main Stream Media woke up and had a steaming hot cup of "Duh!".

The rest of us have known this for some time and thanks to places like Fark.com, there have been some real terrific work being done, such as this where they are trying to find missing members, and this where they raised nearly $36K in relief. Not bad. Classic infact! Of course, I can't talk about successes without talking about failures Something Awful got robbed by PayPal. $30K Raised by this site for the Red Cross and PayPal forced them to return it all (Minus their fee of course). No matter how much good in the world there is, there are always criminals praying on you.

September 3, 2005

Sleep is the circuit-breaker for the troubled mind

I did it to myself. I always do it to myself. It could be worse I suppose, I could hide in the bottle, or the drug, or even in random senceless violence. Instead I go to sleep.

Sitting here in front of a double headed deluge of information, yes one monitor isn't enough to sustain me. I become the information that flows into me. If the news is good, I am filled with joy, if the news is tragic, I am filled with tragedy. Hopelessness creates hopelessness, pain creates pain. The cure might be to take a honest walk around and listen to the birds, or watch the unexpecting masses. There reaches a point however you have to know to know to get out of the way. Then once you realize you have to have the strength to pull away. When all else fails, at least the autonomic response is there, to pull the plug.

I guess doesn't really explain what I am doing in front of the torrent on a Saturday though does it?

September 2, 2005

I haven't felt this way since 9/11

The difference was in 9/11 you had the federal government tripping over themselves to offer aid and get great press. Today the federal government (I blame Bush.) is kind of hanging around deciding today to do a little something. I love how Bush met with the governors of Alabama and Mississippi but not Lousianna, I love how the president toured Mississippi and Alabama, but simply saw a bit of Lousianna while flying over to the airport.

I love how idiots like this one blames the nations lack of his own personal conservative morality for what is going on down there. The only difference between being in church in New Orleans and not being in church in New Orleans is the locations of the bodies. Religion and politics have little to do with the weather. I mean you can pray for rain, and Karl Rove can control the weather to some degree thanks to his pact with the devil, but that is neither here nor there.

There are three types of people in New Orleans in overlapping rings, the living, the dead, and the ones who need help. Right now in New Orleans there are people who have been off of their medication for a while, many of those medications are for people with mental problems, some of those medications have dire warnings about suddenly stopping them. And yes, some of those medications are recreational and illegal, they shouldn't have been taking them to start with, and now they aren't, and all of these people are insane right now, and many of them are armed.

The local government and the state government are doing an outstanding job of helping, but they have double duty. Not only do they have to help their people, they have to help themselves, and as one of the poorest states in the United ones they are relying on the federal government who was doing... I don't know what were they doing?

I suspect the federal government is doing a very secret very heroic job of saving that oil! And ok, credit where credit is due, they can afford to let a few thousand people in a poor backwater state die for the greater good of making sure that there is gas for everyone else and their SUV's. Do you know the gas milage of an armored Limo? If there are gas riots in Marthas Vinyard and Malibu then the government might have to flee to a secret location (or maybe france) and nuke the whole country from space (just to be sure.) After that the cool kids (the rich ones) can move back and pick up beach front property at a fraction of the market rate. Import some Mexicans for manual labor and the utopia will be restored.

Why the rant? One, because it feels good, when I was a fat seven year old my theorpist taught me to write down my feelings rather than be angry. In retrospect I think there was a fear that one day I was going to look around the second grade and notice that I could kill everyone around me, but that's water under the bridge. Two, because I can't get over how easy it is to feed a child in Africa for only $.57 a day, yet we can't get a simple bottle of water and an MRE to someone in our own country. Three, when the entire eastern half of NC was flooded in Floyd, there were FEMA trailer parks in place by now and volunteers were already in place doing animal rescues and body recovery. WTF!

I am seeing truly heoric efforts from individuals and small groups trying to help, but I am not seeing it from the Federal Government. I thought this was one of the perks of paying our taxes. Don't tell me that the only reason I am paying taxes is to put fuel in the president's jet and to keep me out of prison? I haven't forgotten the nice highways, and free medical care, I just expect more for my money.

I love my country, but the government really isn't impressing me lately.

September 1, 2005

This Seems Appropriate

A City In The Sea
by Edgar Allen Poe


THE CITY IN THE SEA
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently -
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free -
Up domes - up spires- up kingly halls -
Up fanes - up Babylon-like walls -
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers -
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.

There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye -
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass -
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea -
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.

But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave- there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide -
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow -
The hours are breathing faint and low -

And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.




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