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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Song of the Day:
Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks (gonna)
Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know
(singing)
Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities (am I)
A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing)

You are You are You are You are You are You are
And nothing else compares
Oh no nothing else compares
And nothing else compares


This Day In History:

In 1789, Congress established the Department of Foreign Affairs, the forerunner of the Department of State.

In 1794, French revolutionary leader Maximilien Robespierre was overthrown and placed under arrest; he was executed the following day.

In 1861, Union General George B. McClellan was put in command of the Army of the Potomac.

In 1866, Cyrus W. Field finally succeeded, after two failures, in laying the first underwater telegraph cable between North America and Europe.

In 1960, Richard Nixon was nominated for president at the Republican national convention in Chicago.

In 1974, the House Judiciary Committee (news - web sites) voted 27-11 to recommend President Nixon's impeachment on a charge that he had personally engaged in a "course of conduct" designed to obstruct justice in the Watergate case.

In 1996, terror struck the Atlanta Olympics as a pipe bomb exploded at Centennial Olympic Park, killing one person and injuring more than 100.

That Day In History (Monday):

In 1775, Benjamin Franklin became postmaster-general.

In 1788, New York became the 11th state to ratify the U.S. Constitution.

In 1908, U.S. Attorney General Charles J. Bonaparte issued an order creating an investigative agency that was a forerunner of the FBI (news - web sites).

In 1948, President Truman signed a pair of executive orders prohibiting discrimination in the U.S. armed forces and federal employment.

In 1952, Adlai E. Stevenson was nominated for president by the Democratic national convention in Chicago; John J. Sparkman was nominated for vice president. Now, wait a minute....that can't be right. I don't remember there ever being a President Stevenson.

In 1952, Argentina's first lady, Eva Peron, died in Buenos Aires at age 33.

In 1952, King Farouk I of Egypt abdicated in the wake of a coup led by Gamal Abdel Nasser.

In 1953, Fidel Castro began his revolt against Fulgencio Batista with an unsuccessful attack on an army barracks in eastern Cuba. (Castro ousted Batista in 1959.)

In 1971, Apollo 15 was launched from Cape Kennedy.

Todays birthdays:

Rock star Mick Jagger is 61.

The man that proved "Ugly is Sexy". Well, OK. Not ugly. "Money is sexy". But I'm not bitter.

Rock musician Roger Taylor (Queen) is 55.


OH, yeah....they were straight..(rolls eyes)

Actor Kevin Spacey is 45.

But who is Keyser Soze? It's Kevin Spacey. There. I just saved you 2 hours. Thank me later.


Rock singer Gary Cherone is 43.
He was in "Extreme", who was not. thereis a hole in his heart that can only be filled by me. Well, hopefully it's the shape of a 45 magnum bullet, for what he did with Van Halen. Ok that's harsh. But Gary? Go away.

Actress Sandra Bullock is 40.


But she looks better in long hair, as I'm sure you'll agree...


Actress Kate Beckinsale is 31.


That nurse outfit is quite flattering. I put that sentance in just so I could have a link to "nurse outfit". Here's another picture as an apology.



Soap Opera Monday recap of the week:
Every Monday, the Star Tribune publishes a summarized paragraph of the previous weeks story line for each soap opera. This allows those who watch them to pick up where they left off. for me, it some of the most unintentionally funny reading I've seen since the Whitewater deposition. Seil Groves was the original writer, and none of this is to reflect on her.

This weeks winner is GENERAL HOSPITAL.
"After Edward told Sonny and Carly that their love for each other reminded him of the love he shared with his late wife Lila, they admitted they wanted their marriage back. Heather fantasized about marrying Edward, and then killing him. "

Word of the Day:
braggadocio, noun:
1. A braggart.
2. Empty boasting.
3. A swaggering, cocky manner.

Picture of Cash Casia for no reason whatsoever:


Shakespeare Quote of the Day:
"A rarer spirit never did steer humanity"
Ant & Cleo, Act v, Sc.1

Ricky Williams runs for daylight:

Running Back Ricky Williams announced his retirement on Saturday evening, forcing the Miami Dolphins to consider playing the entire 2004 season strictly on defense and special teams, seeing as how the Dolphins no longer have an offense.

Turns out that Ricky had no passion for the sport, and enjoyed traveling and toking much more. Whatever. If he wants to eget to places unknown high flying, I guess I have no control over it. What is amazing is how it cripples his team completely. Dolphins coaches said that he was entusiastica nd attended all of hte off-season meetings with gusto, so I'm thinking it was a recent development. He started thinking about retirement, and the more he thought about it, the more it appealed to him. And the more it appealed to him, the less he coud wait to explore the world, with a plane ticket in one hand,and a joint in the other.

Meanwhile, the Dolphins are left in the lurch at this new development. And especially Dave Wannstedt,former Bears head coach and current Dolphins head coach. Good ol' Dave needs to make some serious serious noise in the playoffs to keep his job. And now, without the one man his entire offense was built around, he's left with flotsam and jetsom to piece togeather an attack. It's not going to work, and we all retty much know it. They counted on Ricky to get 6-7 yards on first and second down, making for a convertable 3rd and short. Without that, their offense just isn't built to be able to get a first down on 3rd and 7 or 8.


Relax Dolphins fans, the Cheerleaders aren't leaving.

So they'll scan over the waiver wire, and will probably sign Stacy Mack or James Stewart, or some other RB of that ilk to replace him, while they plan on just getting through the next year, and will probably look at making some wholesale changes to their personnel (and maybe coaches?) in the next off-season.

They COULD make a trade with the RB-heavy Vikings, who have 3-4 guys who could be starters, or they could go with Anthony Thomas of the Bears, but why do that when they can get a free agent and not cost themselves a player or draft pick they'll need later?

Now, had they been able to plan for this during the off-season, or even if it had happened as recently as a month ago, they could have been able to plan for it, and make a few moves to compensate for their loss. If it happened before the draft, tehy could have taken Stephen Jackson out of Oregon, who would have been a perfect fit.Or they could have made a free agent signing, like Thomas Jones, or gone after Corey Dillon.

OR even if it happened a week or so ago, they could have had Eddie George, or Antwoin Smith. INsterad they're looking at scraps and has-beens like James Stewart or Dorsey Levens. Dorsey Levens hasn't had a good year since 1998. That's about 6 years ago at this point, folks.

so what is my point? Well, the same as everyone elses. the Dolphins season is hosed. Maybe if they had a more creative coaching staff, they'd stand a chance, but I have so little faith in Dave Wannstedt (from his days as a Bears head coach) that I predict nothing but doom and gloom for him.

Still, I have to wonder if all of the magazines like Sporting News and Street and Smith's, etc. who ahve all put out their annual football preview issues are banging their heads on their desks, since Ricky has already made each one of them out of date.

Doug Meintkiewicz possibly traded?

Back in 1992, the Twins were coming off of a World Championship season. In spring training, it was obvious that they were a starting pitcher short from contending, since Jack Moris decided to take his arm north to Toronto. So the Twins traded away a talented up-and-coming Paul Sorrento to Cleveland, and an outfielder who never amounted to anything and pitcher Denny Naegle to the Pittsburgh Pirates for John Smiley, who up to that point had been a young and promising pitcher, on the cusp of possible stardom.

John Smiley paid the Twins back by pouting through the season, complaining about the height of the mound, American league hiters, and anything else that came along. Meanwhile, the day AFTER the trade was made, Starting first baseman Kent Hrbek damaged his shoulder sliding into 3rd base during a spring training game.

The Twins traded away their backup 1st baseman only to lose their starting 1st baseman, traded away a promising arm for a up-til-then proven commodity, and in return got a moody, over-priced pitcher, who got out of Dodge (ok, Minneapolis) as soon as he could the following year.

12 years later, we're talking about trading away the best defensive 1st baseman in the league to pick up a pitcher for the playoff push. The pitcher? Kris Benson. Of the Pittsburgh Pirates.


NOT the Twins we are talking about.

Of course, we have a young new hotshot player in Justin Morneau, who is hitting moon shots into and beyond the bleachers. He is providing the offense that Doug just hasn't been able to do the past year. And he's healthy. And cheap. The move makes sens on a few fronts. Bowever, should Justin cool off or get injured, you no longer have the offense he provides, and you no longer have the defense or leadership that Doug provides. Given the best world situation, Doug would remain as an option off of the bench, and a late inning defensive replacement. Course, that would be ignoring Doug's desire to play and get at bats, and any sort of ego he might have. Or the fact that the Gm told him that he'd be traded this week.But I think that if we're setting ourselves up for a playoff run, he might provide more by staying than leaving. But that's just me. I will not buy this record, it is scratched.


Again, NOT these twins...

Hey! The rest of the article is down here!! Just can't stop staring, can you?

I'm not against getting some pitching to help us downthe road, but I'm against weakening our team defense (what this team was built on) and taking a major chance by trading away a possible key component during the toughest part of our schedule. ANd if Doug doesn't like sitting, then tough. We need him. We just don't have the room to start him right now. Given time, Morneau will cool off, and we'll need Dougie to step in. I just don't think he'll be here when that time comes.


The best sort of revenge is to live well:

Ther was a story in the Hoosier Gazette that told of a man who up until mid-July, was living a life best reserved for a country Western song. His wife cheated on him. His dog died, his car was totaled in an accident. He lost his home because of the divorce. All of which was finalized on July 15th. On July 17th, our tragic hero won the lottery. Now, he's free to live his life like a Johnny Cash "screw you!" type of song.

Congrats to Randy Fletcher. Live well. It'll torment the hell out of your ex-wife.

Picture of Tanit Phoenix for no reason at all:


Wedding Day blues:

The wife and I attended a weddingthis past weekend. It was a standard wedding, with nothing that struck me as all that different or unique in any bold way. BUt during the service, the fathe or the bride walked his daughter down the aisle, stopped, and was asked who gives this woman away. He stated "Her mother and I do." And then sat down to watch the rest of the ceremony.

2 reactions: A) The scene in Father of the Bride came to mind, as Steve Martin solliloquies about the moment, and his relationship with his daughter leading up to that point. And how she was no longer his daughter in that same sense any more...he had more claim to her as her husband than he did as a father.

B) I just about bawled like a baby on the spot. Because I knew that I would be going through it 3 times. Three times, I will have to hand over my daughter to another person. I would no longer be the primary person responsible for their security, for their serenity, for their health, or most important, their happiness. A moment that would be the happiest of their lives will be one of my lowest. And the two come togeather at the same place and time in the universe with alarming speed.

My oldest is 9 years old. My God....9 years! I've never taken her camping. Or fishing! Time is running out, and much too soon. Time is dragging me kicking and screaming to a moment that I'll never be ready for. And Anna is almost 4 years old now. Bailey is almost 2.

Steve Martin's character puts these feelings best in the movie, and I'll quote...

I used to think a wedding was a simple affair. Boy and girl meet, they fall in love, he buys a ring, she buys a dress, they say I do. I was wrong. That's getting married. A wedding is an entirely different proposition. I know. I've just been through one. Not my own, my daughter's. Annie Banks Mackenzie. That's her married name: Mackenzie. You fathers will understand. You have a little girl. An adorable little girl who looks up to you and adores you in a way you could never have imagined. I remember how her little hand used to fit inside mine. Then comes the day when she wants to get her ears pierced, and wants you to drop her off a block before the movie theater. From that moment on you're in a constant panic. You worry about her meeting the wrong kind of guy, the kind of guy who only wants one thing, and you know exactly what that one thing is, because it's the same thing you wanted when you were their age. Then, you stop worrying about her meeting the wrong guy, and you worry about her meeting the right guy. That's the greatest fear of all, because, then you lose her. It was just six months ago that that happened here. Just six months ago, that the storm broke.


No, you don't lose them. They're still there. You're still daddy. But her heart belongs to another at that point. And you'll forgive me if I don't want to give that precious gem up.

After the wedding, we headed to the reception, and then headed home. However, since our baby sitters were willing to watch the kids overnight, we headed out for a night on the town. We had planned to head to Ground Zero, but we got an urge.

The wife has been re-discovering her passion for photography (nature and architechture, you pervs), and earlier in the day, we picked up a light meter.So we headed out for a midnight shooting, skulking around in parks at midnight, taking photos and having a blast. There wasn't much for me to do, other than follow her around and appreciate nature while she clicked away. But it gives me something to look forward to when the girls leave us to live their own lives. Now if only I could convince the wife to shoot a swimsuit calender.....


Wrong kind of shoot, but right idea.

One last note: I know that the comments section doesn't work. I've fiddled with it, and for the life of me can't figure out why not. I'll keep plugging away in the meantime, but I apologize to those that have tried.

Talk to you soon.

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