I can't speak much on the subject of dogs, but I do find it fascinating that much of society's evolution can be contributed to the bark of a dog.
"We're howling forever..."
R.I.P. Steve Jobs
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
No Good for Nobody
It's three o'clock in the morning, and our boxwoods are dying.
Maybe the rain and fertilizer will help. They were doing pretty good for a while there, but as the heat and summer continued they gradually slid downhill.
I hope they bounce back.
Fortunately, there's always that midnight hour avenue, no matter what. That street often carries the most optimism. Maybe it's because there's really nothing else left. What hope is left gets invested in a last ditch effort. All is probably true, but mostly true because it's probably easiest to go all in on the last hand.
At least that way you can say you tried, even if you didn't.
It definitely takes shots at your pride. I guess the only way it doesn't is if you rethink what you're proud of. I don't think pride is a bad thing. In fact, if we didn't take pride in anything then I doubt we'd be good at anything.
Maybe pride gets a bad rap.
Maybe it's also another way to seek sympathy. There's a chance things will turn around because this isn't normal. An interregnal part of me is suffering. Things must and will be right.
I don't know.
Pride's not really a good excuse for anything, really. But then again, there never is a good excuse, or an excuse that's good enough. To be an excuse is a failed attempt at being.
Excuse is another harborer of false hope, anyway. The only thing you can do with false hope is more accurately schedule your disappointment.
It's three o'clock in the morning, and our boxwoods are dying.
Maybe the rain and fertilizer will help. They were doing pretty good for a while there, but as the heat and summer continued they gradually slid downhill.
I hope they bounce back.
Fortunately, there's always that midnight hour avenue, no matter what. That street often carries the most optimism. Maybe it's because there's really nothing else left. What hope is left gets invested in a last ditch effort. All is probably true, but mostly true because it's probably easiest to go all in on the last hand.
At least that way you can say you tried, even if you didn't.
It definitely takes shots at your pride. I guess the only way it doesn't is if you rethink what you're proud of. I don't think pride is a bad thing. In fact, if we didn't take pride in anything then I doubt we'd be good at anything.
Maybe pride gets a bad rap.
Maybe it's also another way to seek sympathy. There's a chance things will turn around because this isn't normal. An interregnal part of me is suffering. Things must and will be right.
I don't know.
Pride's not really a good excuse for anything, really. But then again, there never is a good excuse, or an excuse that's good enough. To be an excuse is a failed attempt at being.
Excuse is another harborer of false hope, anyway. The only thing you can do with false hope is more accurately schedule your disappointment.
It's three o'clock in the morning, and our boxwoods are dying.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I Caught a Mouse
We've been hearing scurrying late at night in our kitchen. Not to mention there was evidence something got into our food that was left on the counter. So, last night I implemented a homemade mouse trap that looks something like this:
Yep. That's a ruler hanging over the counter (and a trash can) with peanut butter on the end of it. The idea is that if a mouse was in the kitchen, he would walk out on the ruler to eat the peanut butter and the added weight on the end of the ruler would cause it, along with the mouse, to fall into the trash can below. What was that result you ask?
Here's video of Rachel and Me letting the little guy go:
Yep. That's a ruler hanging over the counter (and a trash can) with peanut butter on the end of it. The idea is that if a mouse was in the kitchen, he would walk out on the ruler to eat the peanut butter and the added weight on the end of the ruler would cause it, along with the mouse, to fall into the trash can below. What was that result you ask?
| Say hello to Simon the mouse |
Friday, July 8, 2011
Casey Anthony: A Modern American Product
| With so much going on around this trail, I had to offer my 2 cents on the whole thing |
Casey Anthony is really no different.
I do believe the majority of Americans have souls and therefore wouldn't be susceptible to murdering a child. I also think that Casey Anthony is an example of an extreme case, and I do think that extreme case is a reflection of our culture in a fundamental way: we're purging ourselves of accountability.
Education slowly declines because no one does their school work, and when that happens parents aren't responsible because their children have a medical disability.
The economy isn't exempt from this discussion either. No one wants to work manufacturing, construction, or other jobs that might below them. There are social government-run programs for that. Not to mention us college grads; we went to school so we should have our dreams jobs. Right?
Come to think of it, I guess Casey Anthony just had an abortion during her 30th trimester (I'm not laughing at that joke either).
I know it's not fair to say who or what is responsible for Casey Anthony's actions other than Casey Anthony. I do think that our culture can learn a lot about itself by observing her behavior. The pictures from the "hot body" contest while her child was missing/dead speaks volumes if you ask me.
| Yeah, this is what you do when after finding out your kid is missing/dead...or on any given weekend? |
Thursday, June 30, 2011
I'm Married!
I got married and it's awesome! I don't have much to say besides the experience was incredible, and I wish I could go back and relive it.
We went to Jamaica for our honeymoon. It started out a bit woeful, but thanks to AMEX Travel (I highly recommend them) our trip was saved. Here's some pictures:
Thursday, May 19, 2011
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