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7.27.2007

Word Up and Word Out

I've got blogging to do and an audience to please but I'm headed to waaaaaay LA, my roots, to hang out at the beach with my family.

So perhaps I'll do some reflecting and blogging while I drink my coffee and watch the sunrise or drinking a beer and watching the sunset.

Hope y'all have fun in your offices next week... I'm checking out of this disco for a few days.

But things promise to only get entertaining later on. Photo blog coming.

Peas.

7.24.2007

I'd Say This One Hurts the Most.... And This One ROCKS the Most !!!

As the family cyclist I guess I'm due to air my thoughts on Alexandre Vinokourov failing a drug test at the Tour de France; thus having himself and his entire team kicked out (actually they were "invited to leave" and accepted the invitation) of the Tour.

I'll say Vino's failed test hurts more than any other rider who has flunked his blood dopey test. Vino is to the cycling community what Ronald Reagan was to the Republicans. He's a hero, he's worshipped, he's seen as all that is right with pro cycling. And now he proves to be as fallible as an old man on a witness stand who just can't "seem to recall" any of his improprieties.

When Tyler faltered I cringed, when Floyd allegedly compromised his body I was crushed, but with Vino I am absolutely devastated... but numb. See, I've been on merry-go-round so many times I don't even know if I have the capacity to care.

I spent about 5 minutes today making excuses... perhaps the amount of blood lost by Vino in his crash (thus requiring around 60 stitches in his knees and elbows) meant he had to have a blood transfusion. Though not kosher I understand you have to take emergency measures in a trauma situation. Then I find out he got his blood transfusion the day of the stage where he tested positive-- over 1 week after his crash.

Vino, welcome to my irrelevant doper hall of fame.

But I'm still jacked up. Stage 16 is tomorrow and it's sure to be a hoot. Big Bill and I are taking lunch back to my house and gonna get our Tour fill... prolly while wearing spandex.

Happy Birthday
How can I be depressed about Vino when GNR's Appetite for Destruction celebrates its 20th b/day this month. Wow, 1987. I was 16-years-old and so terrified of Appetite's album art that I refused to buy it for a while. However, like many other folks, when I listened to this cassette (yes kids, I'll explain this "cassette" thing to you sometime) the first time it was freaking unreal. If I ever needed a reason to convert to a full-time metal head this album was it.

I confess that I listen to some bad music but this one I do not regret. Appetite changed the face of music and I still consider it one of the best rock albums of all time. I'm still known to hit it on the iPod while doing a workout.

But those guys found way to piss away their talent, fame and fortune... much like Vino. Welcome to the jungle Vino, you're gonna diiiiiiiiiieeeeee !!!!

7.23.2007

Sweet Justice.... AND BIKINIS, YAY !!!

Thanks Big Bill who got footage of Michael Vick being killed by a pit bull:


Bikini clad women mow yards in Memphis, YES !!!
MEMPHIS, Tenn. - One lawn care company is showing a little skin to boost business.

The women of Tiger Time Lawn Care offer to mow customers’ lawns dressed in bikinis — a service that attracts more attention to the ladies than the lawns.

“Oh yeah, they honk and yell. They can do everything you can imagine,” said employee Blair Beckman, 21.

Beckman said the extra attention is expected, but she looks on the bright side.

“You get the attention but you also get a tan, which I need,” Beckman said.

Owner Lee Cathey said the bikini service makes mowing the lawn a lot more interesting, although the fee is slightly higher.

“The yards definitely get more attention when there’s a bikini on the lawn,” Cathey said. Some customers sit in lawn chairs and have a beer while watching, he said.

The three-month-old company is looking for a way to expand the service through the end of summer.

“In the fall we’ll go pick up leaves in the bikinis if need be,” Cathey said.

Cathey said there hasn’t been any interest in a male version of the bikini lawn cut.

7.20.2007

Oh Mickey You're So Fine

Congrats Michael Rasmussen. You got the Tour's yellow jersey and you belong to a cycling federation (Denmark) too weak to do anything significant when you miss multiple drug tests.

Mickey, meet Jason Sager: www.jasonsager.com

Sager got a year's suspension (it was negotiated down from 2 years) for missing a drug test he was not even notified of. Mickey missed 2 tests because no one could find him and he merely gets kicked off the Danish National Team. But he's still racing.

Perhaps I'd still be bike racing if there were more cute girls at bike races...

SWIIIIIING !!! Vive Le Tour !!!!

7.18.2007

Good Time for Hammurabi

I have silent struggles regarding the death penalty. If we truly believe that God is sole possession of when life begins and ends then it's not up to use to kill each other.

Of course God was not afraid to make Moses get all Michael Corleone on folks.

Winner: push

However, the emotionally charged side of me gets fired up and thinks we prolly need to electrocute, beat and hang Michael Vick (that statement makes sense once you read the linked article).

At minimum this guy needs to spend the rest of his productive life (which his productive life might have ended the moment this piece of trash was born) in confinement.

Read all about Mikey and his dog fighting atrocities

BTW-- did anyone think anything odd when this guy had shirts and hats proudly advertising his "Bad Newz Kennels"?

7.17.2007

Today's Required Reading

I should take this more as my Biblical lesson for the day.

Will a Bigger Salary Make You Happier?
By Rachel Zupek, CareerBuilder.com

We all know the Joneses. They're the neighbors with the Range Rover and Mercedes sitting in their driveway, living in the multi-million dollar house, raising five kids, three dogs and taking long vacations to their time-share in the Caribbean. Yes, we know the Joneses. We think we need more money to be better than the Joneses. Word to the wise: don't bother -- the Joneses are broke.

Comfortable living
For most Americans, a comfortable living equals at least $50,000 -- almost $4,000 more than the 2004-2005 median household income of $46,326. Twenty-four-percent of Americans say that even if they earned less than $50,000, they could live comfortably. Just about half (48 percent) say they would need to earn $50,000 to $100,000 to live at ease, but 23 percent say they'd have to earn more than $100,000, according to a new MSN-Zogby poll. But, beware -- even if we earned these incomes and were living comfortably -- it doesn't mean we'll be more content.

Money doesn't equal happiness
While most people assume that a higher income will make them happier, a 2006 study by Princeton University researchers found the link between money and happiness is mostly an illusion.

"The belief that high income is associated with good mood is widespread but mostly illusory," the researchers wrote. "People with above-average income are relatively satisfied with their lives but are barely happier than others in moment-to-moment experience, tend to be more tense and do not spend more time in particularly enjoyable activities."

Two Princeton professors -- economist Alan B. Krueger and psychologist and Nobel laureate Daniel Kahneman -- joined forces with researchers at three other universities on the study. The goal was to formulate different methods of measuring the well-being of individuals and of society; they ended up with deeper insight to income and happiness.

The researchers developed a tool to measure people's quality of daily life known as the Day Reconstruction Method (DRM), according to a press release. DRM creates an "enjoyment scale" that makes people jot down the previous day's activities in diary form and assess their feelings about the experiences. The survey showed that respondents who earned less than $20,000 a year reported only spending 12 percent more of their time in a bad mood than those who earned more than $100,000.

"If people have high income, they think they should be satisfied and reflect that in their answers," Krueger says. "Income, however, matters very little for moment-to-moment experience."

Mo' money, mo' problems?
Most of us believe more money equals more happiness, but we forget a few things. First of all, no matter how much money you make, you can always make more. There's no proven amount you can earn to declare yourself "happy" -- you'll end up chasing a higher salary year after year.

Even if you do reach a higher income level, earning more money doesn't necessarily mean more smiles -- in fact, it probably means more stress. We overlook the fact that earning more typically means working more. Working more means less time with family, friends, and for yourself. If you could earn double your income by working double the hours, would you?

Higher-income people tend to be tenser and devote more time to "obligatory" activities like work, shopping and childcare, according to a nationwide Bureau of Labor statistics survey on how people with varying income spend their time. Men earning more than $100,000 per year spend 19.9 percent of their time on activities such as socializing or watching television, compared to 34.7 percent for men making less than $20,000, according to government statistics. Women making more than $100,000 spend 19.6 percent of their time on passive leisure, compared with 33.5 percent of those earning less than $20,000.

"In some cases, this focusing illusion may lead to a misallocation of time, from accepting lengthy commutes (which are among the worst moments of the day) to sacrificing time spent socializing (which are among the best moments of the day)," the study says.

Essentially, money is not all that matters in a job or in life. So stop trying to keep pace with the Joneses -- it's what money can't buy that brings happiness.

Rachel Zupek is a writer and blogger for CareerBuilder.com. She researches and writes about job search strategy, career management, hiring trends and workplace issues.

7.16.2007

Boeing Aircraft History

And a mad shout out for FedEx in the #3 slot.

Amid all the 787 roll-out hoopla, perhaps the coolest event went unnoticed.
On Saturday night, Boeing had all of the 787 airline representatives at an
event at the Museum of Flight. At 7:07 PM, an Omega Air Refueling Services
707 landed in front of the crowd (after taking off from Paine Field in
Everett). At 7:17, an AirTran 717 landed. This continued until 8:17 when
an Air France 777-300ER landed. In the end, the 717, 727, 737, 747, 757,
767, and 777 were lined up nose-to-tail on the taxiway. It is the first
time Boeing has had every 7-series airplane in the same place.


7.13.2007

Not Gonna Say It

I can't tell you where I went the other night but I can say that my desire for long hair and styling products is now in full effect.

So let's disregard the fact that I'm not revealing I went to see Poison, Ratt and Vains of Jenna. I just wanted to give a shout out to Southaven, MS and their new amphitheater-- Snowden Grove Amphitheater.

Snowden Grove was a really nice facility and I think it highlights what's going on in North Mississippi. Mississippi, the brunt of many jokes, and not just the ones I punish it with on this blog, is on the move. Culturally: Perhaps still decades behind the rest of the country, North Mississippi is poppin' with an influx of the people that Memphis needs most-- educated and with money.

Side note: Yes, there are numbers to prove what I'm saying LP; I'm not making baseless claims against your fair city this time.

But perhaps someone in Memphis has their head screwed on straight 'cause they're courting county mayor AC Wharton to run for Memphis City mayor. AC is exactly what Memphis needs. He's well-spoken, intelligent and neither corrupted by his power nor intoxicated by the belief that he's the Chosen One.

Perhaps 8 to 12 years in office and AC could actually start turning things around in Memphis. Otherwise we're looking at a situation as hopeless as political stability in Iraq.

7.09.2007

Weekend Movies, Satellite Radio, First Steps, My Nipples

July 4th was Independence Day for Caroline as well... baby girl took her first steps. Man, it's going too quickly.

I ran into a snag with my new car. No way to get my Sirius satellite to work-- even the wretched wireless FM modulator would not work. Got a quick fix from Crutchfield. For $20 I got a wired FM modulator. Super convenient and sound is awesome. I was too scared to take pics of my actual work but this is what my car looked like. You can imagine why I hid this job from the wife.


LP and I caught Knocked Up this weekend. Holy phucking cow !! This might be the funniest movie I've seen in a couple years (maybe since Saved or Anchorman where Zack giggled like a little girl the whole movie). Tip: You prolly need to be married (at some point in your life) and a parent to truly appreciate this movie.

I went on a paintball expedition with work. At least I can say that I did it once in my life. Getting hit once is okay, but I got worn out like a possum on a freeway. My boss shot me point-blank range in the chest and once again we see that another ILS event revolves around my nipples.

7.06.2007

iSheep

I waited in line for like 6 hours to get a new iPhone.

Then my friend Paul Turner and I dropped some acid and were convinced that Satan lived inside the phone so we decided to exorcise this thing.

7.05.2007

Political Cartoon

Yes, More Wally Videos

7.02.2007

Best Wrong Number Call Ever

I have to blog these cool little stories before my memory goes and they're lost forever.

As the last name in the phone book in most places I live you can imagine the harassment I get by late night callers who have had a dangerous mix of too much liquor and a phone book.

But one night I think I got tagged by someone's (soon to be "ex") girlfriend.

It's like 1 am and I'm fast asleep. I hear the phone ring and expect the usual "hey dude, you're the last name in the phone book !!" call.

Instead I got "Dave, I'm leaving for Texas tomorrow and you'll never see me again !" (click)

Those were the days before caller ID so I'm not sure who the caller was. I guess I had *69 but I wasn't gonna spend 50 cents righting a situation where the girl was obviously crazy, she already had her travel plans mapped out and she was rude enough to wake me up.

In retrospect, I'm really sorry Dave. However, it was prolly okay to let a girl this crazy go. I guess I did you a favor, Dave. You're welcome.

A Shout Out for My Fallen Homey

Dr. Morris Lebovitz was LP's ob/gyn and delivered both our wonderful girls. He died this past Saturday after a very long battle with cancer, one in which I figured he had won.


Morris with Caroline. He ran the delivery room like a well-oiled machine and had no patience for fools when he was on the clock.