My new Jawhorse came yesterday. I haven’t ordered anything else, so I guess that means Christmas is really over now (interesting how, when you get older, you have to buy your own presents). Now it’s back to reality, which for me means having to take my car in to get it inspected. I usually wait until the last minute for these things, but this year I’m actually a couple days ahead. As far as I know, there’s nothing wrong with it, but it’s still a hassle to deal with. I think my van (which is probably filled with snow at this point, since the side windows were left in the pushed-open position) is overdue, too, so I’ll have to deal with that one of these days. I really need to drive it more.
Yesterday was kinda nasty: cold, windy, and snowy. Not that we had all that much snow, but I think we were all kinda thinking this would be the year with no winter. The dream is over. Fortunately, we’ve got basketball to keep our minds occupied. Both the Syracuse mens and womens hoop teams are undefeated and ranked in the Top 25 so far this season. In the case of the women, their 11-0 start is a new record for them (which they’ll hopefully add to tonight when they play New Hampshire). The boys are 13-0 after traveling to New Jersey to play Seton Hall last night. They played lousy but managed to pull out a win in the end. Their best start ever is 19-0, but after watching a documentary the other night on John Wooden, I’m kinda hoping they can go on an 88 game winning streak.
Speaking of sports, the Tiger Woods saga has now entered the obligatory “rehab phase,” following in the footsteps of David Duchovny, and Eliot Spitzer. I still don’t get why anybody (other than his wife, of course) really cares, but my hope is that he’ll lay low until August, and then make his return to the tour at the 2010 Turning Stone Resort Championship (which gets its first summer date this year, but is forced to share that weekend with the World Golf Championship-Bridgestone Invitational). We could use the publicity (tourism dollars), and he’d steal the spotlight from the other tournament. Plus, rumor has it he already has a few babes lined up in the area.
Oh well, I’ve just been informed that it’s time for me to go. So here I go.
As I read somewhere else, now Karl is free to fly to Argentina to pursue a deep and meaningful relationship with his true soulmate, Jeff Gannon
That was exactly my reaction. I suppose he can pursue his pleasures now that he’s not a part of an administration. Next he’ll be lobbying for gay marriage and we’ll all be treated to the Rove-Gannon nuptials. I believe they deserve each other.
Robert Greenwald is taking an interest in a local issue – the use of “hydrofracking” to release natural gas from the ground. The gas is in “bubbles” in the shale underground. In order to extract it, they blast a mixture of water, sand and chemicals into the ground with enough force to fractures the rock and allowing the bubbles of gas – and the water, now loaded with toxins from the shale, including suspected cancer-causing compounds – to rise to the surface, contaminating water sources.
As you know, Brave New Films usually covers national issues but what may happen next year with the Marcellus Shale formation drilling in New York is irresponsible.
We are sending out this message on behalf of our friends, and as a native New Yorker I am asking you to:
Tell Governor Paterson: Do Not Gas NY!
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The NY Department of Environmental Conservation is poised to adopt a rule that WILL NOT protect NY’s surface and groundwater from gas drillers. Real protection is needed so that NY’s drinking water is not affected.
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Happy Birthday, Andy!
Happy birthday, Andy. :cake:
PJ, I sent my missive to Paterson. When I get back to Brooklyn, on Sunday, I’ll send the notice out to my Red Hook email list. I can’t do it in Shelter Island because Roadrunner doesn’t allow me to send emails directly from my account. I have to use Roadrunner’s webmail and that doesn’t let me use my address book. Why this is so I have no idea.
Wow!! Thanks Guys! My buds at work gave me a surprise party. There’s a video of it on my facebook wall if anyone’s interested. I need a few more beers before I can watch it though.
While yu start playing with your Jawhorse(tm) I have started building a cross-cut sled for my recently acquired table saw. I feel so manly.
Vern, where do you find this stuff?
Just a random YT search
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Jim Traficant who was expelled from congress after a conviction for bribery, is out of prison and is going to run for congress though he’s not sure from what district or under what party.
He’s facing a problem, though:
Traficant also said a far-right group called the American Free Press wants him to run for president as an independent. He is planning to speak to the group in February, if he is allowed to travel under the terms of his parole.
He also hasn’t changed his hair style.
http://www.cbsnews.com/blogs/2009/12/30/politics/politicalhotsheet/entry6038742.shtml
heh!
Blue Moon – The Marcels (1961)
(Hart,L / Rodgers,R, 1934)
Bom ba ba bom ba bom ba bom bom
bom ba ba bom ba bom ba bom bom
Blue moon, moon, moon, moon, moon
Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, moon, moon, moon, blue moon
Di, Di, Di, Di,Di
Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for do wah wah wah
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper, “Please adore me”
And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh
Blue Moon, now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own