Saturday, January 29, 2005
Sad...sad...sad...
...a while ago, a friend of mine called me and told me that another alumni brother of Kappa Beta had passed away. Makes you think.... man, this time is so short...and it can all be gone in an instant..... .... it does remind me of the Lion King... because I heard great news from another friend last night that he and his wife are expecting their first child...then 24 hours later i hear the bad news of a brother passing away.... That "circle of life" thing.... sigh....
Friday, January 28, 2005
Oh man...ya gotta read this....
| Man peed way out of avalanche |
A Slovak man trapped in his car under an avalanche freed himself by drinking 60 bottles of beer and urinating on the snow to melt it.
Rescue teams found Richard Kral drunk and staggering along a mountain path four days after his Audi car was buried in the Slovak Tatra mountains.
He told them that after the avalanche, he had opened his car window and tried to dig his way out.
But as he dug with his hands, he realised the snow would fill his car before he managed to break through.
He had 60 half-litre bottles of beer in his car as he was going on holiday, and after cracking one open to think about the problem he realised he could urinate on the snow to melt it, local media reported.
He said: "I was scooping the snow from above me and packing it down below the window, and then I peed on it to melt it. It was hard and now my kidneys and liver hurt. But I'm glad the beer I took on holiday turned out to be useful and I managed to get out of there."
Parts of Europe have this week been hit by the heaviest snowfalls since 1941, with some places registering more than ten feet of snow in 24 hours.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Yeah..Duke...now you know....
...now you know what it feels like when your teams shoots and gets it shot blocked...not you know what it feels like when your player dribbles the ball off his foot for no reason....now you see the frustration when your team throws the ball away at key times....now you know what it feels like when the other team hits EVERY freethrow, and your team clanks everyone... NOW YOU KNOW!!!!...HAhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
listening to music... TRANE....
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
listening to music... TRANE....
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
It wednesday night...
...and I think I'm about to hit the bed. i am kinda annoyed because my DVD burner seems to be playing dead or something...Its an ALERA Quad cruiser and I am connecting it USB, only it dont seem to be USBing....and yes...i got the drivers CD....dont know what the hell is up.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
sigh...
ya know, I think I might need to NOT root for teams anymore... both teams I was pulling for went down in flames this past weekend....
...and I cant get to SCIFI.com from Furman. I dont get it....
Lots of turmoil...STILL...at work for my workgroup. Hirings...people getting jobs changed...status changed... some people getting fired... I am just glad that I have managed to not have any major developments happen with me and my job. But I also know that I have to continue to perform or else.... but it seems my job is secure...for now.
painted the kids room ( well...Jessica did) and rearranged their beds, etc. putting in room darkening shades tonight...here's to them not waking up as early on the weekends...yeah...right....
Finally put up some pictures in the upstairs hallway/foyer....Got some plants that need to be put into places....going to try to get the kids room,, and foyer done tonight... Playroom, bathroom cleaned up tomorrow, Downstairs den on Thursday...sounds like a plan?
...and I cant get to SCIFI.com from Furman. I dont get it....
Lots of turmoil...STILL...at work for my workgroup. Hirings...people getting jobs changed...status changed... some people getting fired... I am just glad that I have managed to not have any major developments happen with me and my job. But I also know that I have to continue to perform or else.... but it seems my job is secure...for now.
painted the kids room ( well...Jessica did) and rearranged their beds, etc. putting in room darkening shades tonight...here's to them not waking up as early on the weekends...yeah...right....
Finally put up some pictures in the upstairs hallway/foyer....Got some plants that need to be put into places....going to try to get the kids room,, and foyer done tonight... Playroom, bathroom cleaned up tomorrow, Downstairs den on Thursday...sounds like a plan?
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Its Saturday!!!
...and guess where I am? AT WORK!!!! sigh... I look forward to hiring a new assistant person so THEY can do these weekend things.... And since Ido not wish to stay here too much longer, I will probably have to come back tomorrow.... sigh....
I think that a sufficient amount of time has gone by that I think I am going to take picture this week and a few clips and prepare a DVD of the kids and send it out next month or so...
It is interesting to here all this talk about the big storm thats going to hit the East..I guess news is slow....is this really new? doesnt it always snow a ton up North? Am I missing something?
It is interesting to see the once banished, now partly banished cat of the house, Mocha, kinda start to slow down a step. You can tell that he has reached middle age..he doesnt have that spring to his step anymore....
Big..BIG game tomorrow for the Falcons. I picked right this year, for once. Tomorrow I will wear my Falcon team issued gear... a sideline tobaggan, a training camp t shirt and a cold weather jacket... should be fun to watch them in the snow...
FACT OF THE DAY
The average life expectancy for Americans is 75 years.
...guess where that puts me?
I think that a sufficient amount of time has gone by that I think I am going to take picture this week and a few clips and prepare a DVD of the kids and send it out next month or so...
It is interesting to here all this talk about the big storm thats going to hit the East..I guess news is slow....is this really new? doesnt it always snow a ton up North? Am I missing something?
It is interesting to see the once banished, now partly banished cat of the house, Mocha, kinda start to slow down a step. You can tell that he has reached middle age..he doesnt have that spring to his step anymore....
Big..BIG game tomorrow for the Falcons. I picked right this year, for once. Tomorrow I will wear my Falcon team issued gear... a sideline tobaggan, a training camp t shirt and a cold weather jacket... should be fun to watch them in the snow...
FACT OF THE DAY
The average life expectancy for Americans is 75 years.
...guess where that puts me?
ah..the FRAT cycles back up...
...last night, the FRAT held a Ritual for the NU class.... 16 propsectives.... looks to be a good class. This means that a huge majoity of the chapter is now freshmen and sophmores....the chapter has tilted VERY young right now. I hope the uppeclassmen and seniors realize that this is a great opportunity to point the chapter in the direction they want it to go, and make sure that policies, procedures and ideals are known to everyone.... I hope.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Monday, January 17, 2005
I have a dream.
MLK was no saint or deity. He was a man like everyone else. He cheated on his wife. He was known to down a few beverages... he may have "cut and paste" on his dissertation. But he did have a few things to say. ANd I always read this speech this time of year. I hope my children are growing up in a world heading toward this ideal.... I hope and pray.
"I Have A Dream" by Martin Luther King, Jr,
Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.
One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.
So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.
So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
"I Have A Dream" by Martin Luther King, Jr,
Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.
One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.
So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.
So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Thursday, January 13, 2005
random...again
Listening to music and downloading music... some lyrics strike me....
Good morning yesterday,
You wake up, and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember?
That song is from way back...i remember the High School chorus used to sing that at graduation every year...sigh....
perhaps something a little more chipper....
Don’t hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try
Close your eyes, picture me rollin,
Sixes, money foldin
Bitches honeys that swollen
The riches, nas get in ya
Most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner
Best storyteller thug narrator my style’s greater
Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
Commentators ring side try watchin my paper
Almost a decade quite impressive
Most of the best is in the essence
For this rap shit that I stand for
Expanding more to the big screen
Bill gates dreams
But it seems youd rather see me in jail
With state dreams
Want me off the scene fast
But good things last
Like your favorite m.c. still makin’ some mean cash
First rapper to bring a platinum plaque
Back to the projects
But you still wanna hate, be my guest
I suggest
Ok...maybe a little too chipper.... how about this?....
Come on baby... Kick them daisies
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(I want chu to)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(Everybody)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(I want chu to)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
oh...same vein you say...Ok....
ah...here we go...i think I'l call it the night with this one....
On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
’til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, I’ve made a life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
Now ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
’cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
Good morning yesterday,
You wake up, and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember?
That song is from way back...i remember the High School chorus used to sing that at graduation every year...sigh....
perhaps something a little more chipper....
Don’t hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try
Close your eyes, picture me rollin,
Sixes, money foldin
Bitches honeys that swollen
The riches, nas get in ya
Most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner
Best storyteller thug narrator my style’s greater
Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
Commentators ring side try watchin my paper
Almost a decade quite impressive
Most of the best is in the essence
For this rap shit that I stand for
Expanding more to the big screen
Bill gates dreams
But it seems youd rather see me in jail
With state dreams
Want me off the scene fast
But good things last
Like your favorite m.c. still makin’ some mean cash
First rapper to bring a platinum plaque
Back to the projects
But you still wanna hate, be my guest
I suggest
Ok...maybe a little too chipper.... how about this?....
Come on baby... Kick them daisies
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(I want chu to)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(Everybody)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(I want chu to)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
oh...same vein you say...Ok....
ah...here we go...i think I'l call it the night with this one....
On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
’til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, I’ve made a life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
Now ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
’cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.
Gentlemen, good night
Ladies, good morning
[laughs]
That's it
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
random
"God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference."
only...39 days...
...till the Daytona 500.... and Pitchers and catchers report. Baseball and Nascar are officially my two favorite sports right now, with football trailing a notch behind. i dont fool with basketball too much until March (for college) and June (for NBA).
it was nice to hear the clips of testing in Daytona... it is cool to hear those engines wound up like that..
it was nice to hear the clips of testing in Daytona... it is cool to hear those engines wound up like that..
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
wow..its been a while...
I thought I had posted something a couple of days ago, but I guess I didnt.
The new year had brought some changes within my workgroup. There have been some shifting of reports, etc. Basically, I have a job, which is the bottom line. Some people in my group did not survive the cut, and some people are being essentially demoted. I didnt have either happen to me, so I feel good about things right now.
We are getting ready to hire a new assistant to my position soon, so we will have to interview people again...that always sucks....
the twins are doing as usual....getting into stuff, being sassy...whatever.
i need the address for Brian and Lisa. I lost it....can you post it, Lisa?
The new year had brought some changes within my workgroup. There have been some shifting of reports, etc. Basically, I have a job, which is the bottom line. Some people in my group did not survive the cut, and some people are being essentially demoted. I didnt have either happen to me, so I feel good about things right now.
We are getting ready to hire a new assistant to my position soon, so we will have to interview people again...that always sucks....
the twins are doing as usual....getting into stuff, being sassy...whatever.
i need the address for Brian and Lisa. I lost it....can you post it, Lisa?
Friday, January 07, 2005
Hmmm....
I can just see Chris Rock on saturday night live doing a skit to this.....
How Did a Child's Doll Help End Segregation?
in the 1940's two African American psychologists, Mamie Phipps Clark and her husband Kenneth B. Clark, conducted a series of experiments with young African American children. When offered a choice between black and white dolls, the children tended to choose the white dolls. The children's explanation was that the black dolls were ugly and the white dolls were pretty. The Clarks' conclusion was that black children become aware of racial identity at the age of three, and by age five they develop negative personal self-images derived from the prejudiced values of the larger society. In the Clarks' own words, "the child himself must be identified with that which he rejects."
The findings of the Clarks' studies would have remained academic, but they shared their conclusions with the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. The NAACP had been involved for years in legal battles against unequal racial treatment, especially in education. The NAACP's work culminated in the U.S. Supreme Court's unanimous decision in the Brown v. Board of Education case handed down on May 17, 1954. It ended the legality of racially segregated public education. Perhaps for the first time, however, a Supreme Court decision used psychological data as well as legal precedents to support its decision.
Using the Clarks' findings, the Court stated, "To separate [African American children] from others of similar age and qualifications solely because of their race generates a feeling of inferiority as to their status in the community that may affect their hearts and minds in a way unlikely ever to be undone." The Court's decision thus struck not only at inequality, but at segregation itself. "Separate educational facilities are inherently unequal," the Court determined. When Mamie and Kenneth Clark first presented a child with a choice of dolls, they could not have realized that they were documenting psychological information that would help bring the walls of segregation crashing down.
Seriously though.... it makes me wonder a tad bit about these types of things with my kids. They just turned 3...is this type of stuff that I need to be concerned with?
How Did a Child's Doll Help End Segregation?
in the 1940's two African American psychologists, Mamie Phipps Clark and her husband Kenneth B. Clark, conducted a series of experiments with young African American children. When offered a choice between black and white dolls, the children tended to choose the white dolls. The children's explanation was that the black dolls were ugly and the white dolls were pretty. The Clarks' conclusion was that black children become aware of racial identity at the age of three, and by age five they develop negative personal self-images derived from the prejudiced values of the larger society. In the Clarks' own words, "the child himself must be identified with that which he rejects."
The findings of the Clarks' studies would have remained academic, but they shared their conclusions with the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. The NAACP had been involved for years in legal battles against unequal racial treatment, especially in education. The NAACP's work culminated in the U.S. Supreme Court's unanimous decision in the Brown v. Board of Education case handed down on May 17, 1954. It ended the legality of racially segregated public education. Perhaps for the first time, however, a Supreme Court decision used psychological data as well as legal precedents to support its decision.
Using the Clarks' findings, the Court stated, "To separate [African American children] from others of similar age and qualifications solely because of their race generates a feeling of inferiority as to their status in the community that may affect their hearts and minds in a way unlikely ever to be undone." The Court's decision thus struck not only at inequality, but at segregation itself. "Separate educational facilities are inherently unequal," the Court determined. When Mamie and Kenneth Clark first presented a child with a choice of dolls, they could not have realized that they were documenting psychological information that would help bring the walls of segregation crashing down.
Seriously though.... it makes me wonder a tad bit about these types of things with my kids. They just turned 3...is this type of stuff that I need to be concerned with?
Thursday, January 06, 2005
New Year's resolution 2005
Ok... so i have decided to do a couple of New Years resolutions for 2005
1) I am going to go back to my somewhat stricter following of my diet in regards to my Diabetes. I have set a target date of may 17 to re-evaluate how i feel about it once that time arrives. While I still feel far better now than when i did before I was diagnosed a while back, I have started to notice recently less energy and some lethargy within myself, and witht he twins getting more and more wound up, i gotta keep up. this means a virtual total reduction in fried foods, absolutely no sugar, no breadand cutting back on my portions again. of course, the kids and their needs and what we fix as a family for dinner will always have to be considered. i know that the twins are still going to hit Mcdonalds occasionally. But i know that i felt far better when I was following a stricter regimine. Fortunately, my blood sugar has been somewhat stable for a long time now.... but i want to make sure that i take care of everything so i can be around for the twins when they hit college.
2) I will start and complete my quest for my personal holy grail of diecast...the Heilig-Meyers #90 1/24 Dick Trickle diecast, from either 1997 or 98. also in search of a 1985 or 85 ford thunderbird Bill Elliot Coors 1/24 diecast
3) I need to get a new pair of eyeglasses. My eyesight suffers at night especially without them.
so...you see...nothing earth shakin or profound.....
1) I am going to go back to my somewhat stricter following of my diet in regards to my Diabetes. I have set a target date of may 17 to re-evaluate how i feel about it once that time arrives. While I still feel far better now than when i did before I was diagnosed a while back, I have started to notice recently less energy and some lethargy within myself, and witht he twins getting more and more wound up, i gotta keep up. this means a virtual total reduction in fried foods, absolutely no sugar, no breadand cutting back on my portions again. of course, the kids and their needs and what we fix as a family for dinner will always have to be considered. i know that the twins are still going to hit Mcdonalds occasionally. But i know that i felt far better when I was following a stricter regimine. Fortunately, my blood sugar has been somewhat stable for a long time now.... but i want to make sure that i take care of everything so i can be around for the twins when they hit college.
2) I will start and complete my quest for my personal holy grail of diecast...the Heilig-Meyers #90 1/24 Dick Trickle diecast, from either 1997 or 98. also in search of a 1985 or 85 ford thunderbird Bill Elliot Coors 1/24 diecast
3) I need to get a new pair of eyeglasses. My eyesight suffers at night especially without them.
so...you see...nothing earth shakin or profound.....
random...but very, very true.....
FACT OF THE DAY
The act of walking requires the use of 200 muscles in the human body.
The act of walking requires the use of 200 muscles in the human body.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Can anyone tell me?
Does anyone know the name for the dancing pom pom girls the Irmo band used to have? was it the "High Dancers" or something like that?
also, i do truly believe that the greatest medicine in the world is...NyQuil. i mean, its like I take this stuff and a few minutes later, i am out. Truly OUT...until the next morning...
Battlestar Galactica this weekend...reshowing the Mini Series on NBC before starting the series on SciFi...i am stoked...
Had my performance review today. it went well. I will get my merit increase next year.
When..Oh, when...did Samuel L Jackson turn into Morgan Freeman. is it that time already? I am not sure i am ready for that...
also, i do truly believe that the greatest medicine in the world is...NyQuil. i mean, its like I take this stuff and a few minutes later, i am out. Truly OUT...until the next morning...
Battlestar Galactica this weekend...reshowing the Mini Series on NBC before starting the series on SciFi...i am stoked...
Had my performance review today. it went well. I will get my merit increase next year.
When..Oh, when...did Samuel L Jackson turn into Morgan Freeman. is it that time already? I am not sure i am ready for that...
Monday, January 03, 2005
today is difficult
...starting work again. For the first time in a long time, i think I truly enjoyed the holidays. I think it probably had a lot to do with the twins and Jessica. It was nice to spend time with my family without having to worry about getting to bed early because of work, etc.... this morning was difficult, especially since I am not feeling well at the moment. I got some Dayquil, however, and it is doing its job quite nicely.....
Sunday, January 02, 2005
sigh...
it really sucks when BOTH the panthers and falcons lose. makes for a sucky Sportscenter... and now the Tigers are playing Duke at Duke. uh, oh...
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Holidays almost over..A new year begins....
Yesterday, actually Thursday evening, we went to see Aunt Ellen. We spent the night there before returning to Easley for New Years Eve, which we took in at the house with Aj and Brandy.
We are in the beginning stage of planning for the All Star race trip in May. if you want to go, let me know...tentative plans call for Jessica and I going up to Ellen's on friday evening/night, dinner, whatever, then doing the tailgate/people-watch/race thing on Saturday, before returning on Sunday morn. On board as definites are me, jessica, ellen, brandy and aj... I plan to ask lynn, but i know her new son may pre-empt her from participating this year.
...watching bowl games today, pulling for Panthers, and perhaps...against the Falcons tomorrow (need for panthers to get into playoffs), then back to work on Monday...
We are in the beginning stage of planning for the All Star race trip in May. if you want to go, let me know...tentative plans call for Jessica and I going up to Ellen's on friday evening/night, dinner, whatever, then doing the tailgate/people-watch/race thing on Saturday, before returning on Sunday morn. On board as definites are me, jessica, ellen, brandy and aj... I plan to ask lynn, but i know her new son may pre-empt her from participating this year.
...watching bowl games today, pulling for Panthers, and perhaps...against the Falcons tomorrow (need for panthers to get into playoffs), then back to work on Monday...
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