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Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
4:22 pm	thought for the day Will Acorn be my generation's creep? Current Mood: cynical (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
5:59 pm	Beer So here i am sitting in the commonwealth gastropub having my very first cask conditioned ale -OMG what have i been missing --just the greatest thing since sliced bread -- yumm (Comment on this)
Monday, March 23rd, 2009
5:54 pm	Following the herd yet another meme ( Pictures of my LiveJournal Friends ) Try out this Meme Brought to you by NardVille (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 19th, 2009
11:38 pm	rant if i can hear your music on the metro through your earbuds in your ears its to frakking loud (Comment on this)
Monday, August 25th, 2008
10:31 pm	Why i love anacostia So for the second time in the last 8 months i've had some punk kid try and pickpocket me arrrgh like i have anything of worth in my wallet 1 maxed out credit card and 2 debit cards that would be worthless as soon as i called the banks-- but so far they are 0 for 2 the first time the kid ran past and couldn't get my wallet out, this time the stupid kid couldn't get his and out and my wallet out of my pocket then when i turned around he just stared at me and still tired to get my wallet. Well, that didn't work as i droped to the ground brought him with me and yelled he got his hand out of my pocket and booked as fast as he could before the transit police could catch him thats right it took palce at the freekin metro station -- its time like this i wish the gentrification would hit this side of the river Current Mood: annoyed (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, June 30th, 2008
9:34 pm	rowing How true this is Personality Traits in an Eight by: Mike Sullivan Here's my long awaited theory on personality traits of the different seats of an eight. This assumes a straight port-stroked stern coxed eight. I would guess that a straight starboard stroked boat would be fairly similar, but that ports and starboards are as different from each other as men are from women - I know from personal experience being bi myself (sided not sexual). I've long noted differences in personality from port to starboard in myself. This for another day and perhaps when under the influence. Therefore, a bucket rigged port stroked bow coxed eight is not included in this theory. From the stern: Cox: It's pretty obvious what traits a cox must adopt and tries to learn to do a good job in this most unique position in the athletic world. I'll pass on the leadership stuff, napoleon complex garbage, and point out a secondary characteristic or two that coxes unintentionally inherit after riding in the box for a while. They can't drive a car anymore. They take 10 miles to change a lane, over steer, can't find the brakes, and yell to the car a lot. This has nothing to do with the coxes' former driving ability. Stick Richard Petty in a cox seat for awhile, they'll take his driver's license away. Coxes also begin to squint a lot, no loss in vision, they just squint. Stroke: 'It's a tough job but only I can do it.' The meekest, most frightened non-rower in the world; when plugged reluctantly in the stroke seat, stays meek up until the first few strokes. The first few paddle strokes, a thought grows in the wimps' sniveling little mind that this job is his/hers for life. Back on the shore, the real personality will percolate back to the surface. 'I hope you guys could follow me ok.' In the boat they're thinking: 'stop rushing, you weenies!' Strokes are born and made to be the most competitive person in the boat by far, and if they stroke long enough, become overly competitive in everything they pursue, or don't pursue. Don't expect to finish a game of Monopoly, Risk, or Golf with a stroke. The only one that can beat him to the chow line is the three man (more later) because the stroke was delayed trying to put more oars away in the rack than anyone else. Seven: the seat is the Bitch Niche. I don't know if whining, overly bossy, big-mouthed complainers are born, and I can't believe that the cosmic effect of this seat could possibly be so instantaneous, but you could teach Mother Theresa to row in a tank, stick her in an eight at seven for the first time, and as the stern four is rowing away from the dock, she'll turn around and yell at the bow four to 'set the f*cking boat.' The longer one rows at seven, the more sophisticated and complex the bitching becomes, changing from a crude verbal rowing suggestion to the six man in the early stages to long winded level- voiced reasoned treatises after every piece explaining why the crew is slower now than last week. Ever wonder why when a coach drives up shell-side to ask how a piece went he says: 'So how did that go, fellas? -not you seven.' I was a team captain, looked up to leader of my college crew, kept my mouth shut and did my job. I raced one week at seven, my coach told me to 'shut up Sullivan' in a post race meeting. Women who deal with severe PMS mood swings will find those swings totally disappear after some time at seven. Permanent OTR. Six: If you bred Arnold Swartzeneggar with a Golden Retriever, you get a six. Six is also Seven's yin. The gentle giant, gorilla in the mist. Six absorbs most of Seven's bitching and keeps it from moving through to the rest of the crew. Six nods and agrees a lot. It is a hard thing for a normal person to row Six. It seems like such a great seat, you're in the stern, the boats more stable here, but you are done with a rowing career at six, you find you been used. Sixes are characterized by great competence in execution of rowing and life, but poor self confidence and a propensity to self-flagellation. Take your 3 year stroke out of the stroke seat and stick him/her at six for a week. This will be the first time you ever hear him/her say: 'My fault, fellas,' at the end of a poor piece. Sixes meditate. Sixes marry, go to work for, and lend their power tools to sevens. This support system keeps sevens with thriving businesses, mates they can walk all over, and a garage full of power tools at their disposal that they don't have to fix when they break. Five: God. Yahweh. Allah. Buddha. It's not that the five seat IS those things, its just that's how (s)he gets treated. Five's stool don't stink, the catches don't hang. They're the older brother or sister that gets special treatment, and has no idea. If a photo is taken of the crew, five will look great, everyone else is caught with shirttails out, and snot on the lip. At heart and soul, five forgets to change oil, pay phone bills, and turn in forms to the IRS. Five is an example of what happens to a bum that is treated like a king, they act like one. Five has the greatest delta between image and reality. The fortunate thing is that the unearned unabashed worship lasts only as long as the time on the water. Five's on his own back at home. Five wears aviator glasses. Four: The Amnesia-seat. Take a genius with a photographic memory. Row said genius at four. Listen to him ask for the third time in the same warm-up, 'How many of these 500s are we doing?' Four seat is not stupid, just has immediate and catastrophic memory loss. At a start and 20, four settles at 21 because in the time the cox yelled 'settle in two,' he forgot. In a Novice boat where the seats have been removed and cleaned, it'll be four's that went back in backwards. Four will forget to tell the boatman about his/her) stripped rigger nut - usually from the time he is told by the coach, until he arrives at the boatman's bench wondering what he's doing there. On that first day on the water as the ice is breaking up, who is rummaging around the back of the boathouse looking for a sweatshirt? Four is why racing shirts are handed out on race day. Three: Late in the water. Late to practice. Late to class. Late to work. Late out of the water. Late to his date. Late to the team bus. Late for everything but chow line. There is no competitiveness involved here, just an uncanny knack to have the first three rowers into the dining hall stopped by friends for a brief discussion while three breezes on by to the tray stack. Three generally gets assigned a sitter. Two: Lean to the left, lean to the right, stand up, sit down, fight fight fight. Cheerleader. What is amazing, is to sit at four or five after a particular piece - seven is whining about the balance, the spacing, no swing, rushing: two is back there with pom poms saying: ALL RIGHT GUYS! LETS DO THAT AGAIN!... Two calls out names of power 10s. 'Awright guys - OAR CLASH TEN!' If he says something funny, he repeated something the bowman prompted him with. Bow: Comedian. The bow seat creates a strange fatalism. They know that in a catastrophic collision, they'll be the only one to die or get paralyzed. Consequently there is a constant quiet stream of one-liners that two or three could probably hear if two were not cheering loudly. If the bow is joined by a cox in a front-loader, this trait completely disappears, since someone is now likely to hear him joke about three being late, five not pulling hard, or the coxn's course looking like a signature. (S)he can be humorless and witless off the water, but on the water when there is breath to spare, you're sure to catch a chuckle if you listen. (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 21st, 2008
8:07 pm	update on fitnes well after some fits and starts with rowing i am now at 201.2 lbs and a bmi of 26 yea me (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
8:57 pm	all in a day So today on my daily walk to the metro some punk kid tries to lift my wallet while running by-- he didn't have much luck as I have issues getting my wallet out of my pocket some times. What worries me is the fact this brought out the nasty side in me like having to chase him don then looking forward to braking his knee arrgh in other news i am rowing again ( Hidden for her pleasure ) Current Mood: bitchy (Comment on this)
Monday, April 14th, 2008
9:27 pm	A football metaphor Its the 3rd quarter the its 3rd and 24 the coach is calling for the special teams and i am the ball....... Current Mood: discontent (Comment on this)
Friday, April 11th, 2008
12:12 am	weigh enough So yes after much though i have decided to take my fitness seriously now i have signed up with a local rowing club's learn to row program to get me back into the saddle so to speak. I rowed in highschool and it was the only athletics that i enjoyed so here's to me getting back into shape (thats not round) :) Current Mood: anxious Current Music: The Cruxshadows ethernaught (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
7:15 pm	random thoughs Random thoughts Already 3 weeks and dc is a blast wierd weather though - it was almost 70 degrees today tucson was like 50 --this just blows my mind -- took the train to templecon way better than flying . miss the fact can't see madison wish i can tell people to stop eating on the metro the bars here suck major donkey phallus feel like a miniture marshmellow in a sea of hot chocolate sometimes in my neighbourhood that all for now Current Mood: bouncy (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 23rd, 2007
12:28 am	meme from madoc I received 92 credits on The Sci Fi Sounds Quiz How much of a Sci-Fi geek are you? Take the Sci-Fi Movie Quiz canon s5 is (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
5:58 pm	new meme Meme You are The Tower Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin. The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result. The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built. What Tarot Card are You? Take the Test to Find Out. Current Mood: chipper (Comment on this)
Monday, November 13th, 2006
10:14 pm	Some theft well i am stealing this from mackenize cuz i think it was funny especially since i just read jason's last post 'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
1:21 am	thoughs So i am going out again the pain and fear of rejection has faded, but as i went out last week i had to run into her, the person that i stoped going out so i would not run into her, i was outside the taproom enjoying the eveing weather conversatng with with interesting people i look to the window and lo and behold she was siting in the waiting room bar, fear and indesion gripped me sould i aviod her or go and say hello, i was still in this and or descion loop when i finished my drink i proceeded to the inner bar to have a refill maybe some dutch courage would help me make up my mind i went and ordered my ususal double vodka cran( the barkeep's definintion of double strains credulidty) and as i was walking to the patio she runs in to me we say our polite nothings and pass like two ships in the night i survived this chance meeting so maybe i am free of the fear......maybe Continuing with the less than happy news in my life the one person at work who i have had an on again off again crush is leaveing the company to find her passion in greener pastures in a city far far away, time consipred against me as always we were doing other things :( at this point all i can say is ins'allah On another Note Gencon Socal 50 days and counting yummm peace, until the next episode (Comment on this)
Monday, August 21st, 2006
11:02 pm	uss heinlein? So i am trying to make the latest meme here is somthing i stole from the evil henchman vice cordova http://www.usszumwalt.com/mos/ They are building a second destroyer in the Zumwalt Class, and need a name. Since Robert A Heinlein graduated from the Naval Academy in 1929, why not name the new destroyer after a great man and author? Pass it around. Click "Submit Your Vote" link on the site and make a write in name of Heinlein. -drew (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 30th, 2006
12:46 am	a sad day indeade A few years ago I took stock of my book collection and found by an overwhelming margin they were published by a single publisher Baen Books to be found at www.baen.com, when I decided to check out the website I found a vibrant web presence that far outshines any other publisher and this was a decade ago. Once there I found baen's bar a place to talk about many things from science fiction, science, food and much, much more and there I met many interesting and intelligent people none more so than the proprietor Jim Baen himself, a decade later I find a lot of my views about life and politics have been shaded and shaped by my long time stay in the bar. Yesterday night Jim passed away to join the other grandmasters of Science Fiction I feel that Jim's contributions to the genre, and to e-books will rival that of Joseph Campbell. Please take a moment to read his obituary at http://www.david-drake.com/baen.html Current Mood: gloomy (Comment on this)
Monday, May 29th, 2006
12:07 am	Thoughts at the end of may They say life is ever changing, but for me the small details might change but the overall framework stays the same. I find myself head over teacups for a person which should come as no surprise to anybody. Hearing the individual talk about nervousness, about concerns is like listening to a time delayed record of myself, I try to waylay fears but yet this feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop continues. With this I still hear in my mind the ub40 song ‘only fools rush in’ comes to my head. Yet still I feel like I have been hit by the pixie’s dust, and seeing my sun the moon the night’s sky. What’s to do with a fool like me? I hate making plans and I love making plans, much like dickens writes, “It was the best of times, and it was the worst of times.” As an example I want to gift the afore mentioned individual a pricey gift for their birthday something that they would like but never buy for themselves, but it has been but a few weeks objectively, hours subjectively, and yet at time I feel that we have met before then drank of the Lethe and are reliving the first time again as the echo of familiarity rings through every moment. At times we are like Jack Sprat and his wife. Now for something completely different. Sean and Jacki are going back to cali, going back to cali, wait I mean Tucson. I have missed the little bugger and his missus. Sean started it all I mean I might have gotten the nickname of barfly for my age and the totality of my bar drink experience compared to the crew I hung with, but it was Sean in his boredom that started me down the road to join the Tucson ‘Scene’ of which I have been a hanger-on for the last couple of years, now he is back and we shall dominate the Universe ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, wait that was my outside voice oh well At work one of my oft used phrases is ‘I have truly found paradise’ very few people really understand what I mean so for my reading today I give you a passage from the Prince by Jerry Pournelle “I found a trooper painting I.H.T.F.P. on the orderly room wall. He dropped the paint bucket and stood to attention as I came up. "And what does that mean, Hora?" He stood straight as a ramrod. "Sir, it means 'I Have Truly Found Paradise.'" "And what's going to happen to you if Sergeant Major truly finds Private Hora painting on the orderly room wall?" "Cells, Lieutenant." "If you're lucky. More likely you'll get to dig a hole and live in it a week. Hora, I'm going to the club for a drink. I don't expect to see any paint on that wall when I come back." Deane laughed when I told him about it. "So they're doing that already. 'I hate this fucking place.' He means it, too." "Give us another six weeks and I'll be painting walls," I said. "Only I'll put mine on the Governor's palace." "You'll have to wait your turn," Deane said.” (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 28th, 2006
6:18 pm	thoughts So here I sit at work just about to leave, I have lots of thoughts running thorough my head right now I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop as I have given up on all my "plans" well not so much as given up as much as it says in Corinthians 1:13 11-12 : When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things. On to other thoughts I have traveled across the united states, I have been were the natural beauty take you breath away, I have watched the tide come in with the fog off the coast of Malibu, hiked to the Io needle and walked to the highest point on the isle of Maui, still I stay in Tucson the 'ole pueblo' why because while the hills might not be green the sentiment stays the same for your education I give you The Green Hills of Tyrol There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders, He fought in many a fray and fought and won He's seen the glory, he's told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But now he's sighing his heart is crying To leave these green hills of Tyrol chorus: Because these green hills are not highland hills Or the Islands hills they're not my lands hills, As fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home.. And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier, Who wandered far away and soldiered far away Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling And he will fade away, on that dark land He called his piper, his trusty piper And bade him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play Upon a hillside but Scottish hillside Not on these green hills of Tyrol And now this soldier this Scottish soldier Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside You'll see a piper play this soldier home He's seen the glory, he's told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But he will cease now, he is at peace now Far from these green hills of Tyrol Current Mood: anxious (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 28th, 2006
10:10 pm	Ah well Montrose's Toast After much thought on the matter i have come to the realization that if anything i am an emotional coward, i would like to let things ride if fear of upseting the proverbial apple cart, this was brought home to me when i was out with some friends and was told "make your interest known", in the case she was talking about it was a moot point due to some bad timing on my part but that is water under the bridge. This made me think about my actions in the past and i see this thread through out my life, not letting the objects of my affection know my feelings, heck letting people think the apple of my eye was some one else was my Modus Operendi, but even keeping my true emotion in the 'shell' so to speak did not stay the pain from happening, i was abused and hurt i even left it happen to me, i remember ride in the car of one fem--one to i have been descibed willing to cut my own heart out with a spoon to gift her with if she so desired-- and having her descibe in graphic detail about hooking up with some random. This in mind i feel that i need to leave the shell behind take up what some would say is a page 5 attitude or follow Montrose's Toast He either fears his fate too much, Or his desserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To win or lose it all. I may become more Emo for this period but that is the price for carthisis, change. Current Mood: anxious (Comment on this)