Hell-arious cross country video Just a great video montage of the stream crossing at the Midland Counties XC Championships. Any of you who've run championship cross country know that the course only gets worse as the day goes on. Eventually it's just a mud bog by the time the old farts race gets underway. There are some hilarious falls! They only get better as it goes on and the conditions worsen. I think the girl who goes down around the 3:14 mark is the best one.
We're on a mission from God A couple weeks ago I responded to an ad from a band looking for a lead guitar player. We played this weekend at some honky tonk up in Maryland called Hank's Cold Beer...no, that's actually the name of the place. It was a complete redneck joint. One of those places where you're not sure if they're gonna pay you or just take you out back and shoot ya. Anyways, I put a few sound bites up. I wound up singing a few too.
Ron Paul! I came across this while looking for clips from the campground during the fall race. I didn't really know who Ron Paul was. I like his tactics! I could do without the song.
Three things you don't do in the men's room This whole Larry Craig deal has enlightened me to the underground world of airport lavatory romance. Who would've even thought there was a secret code for this? It is coming out in the investigation that apparently there are three things to not do if you don't want to accidentally signal that you're up for some good old fashioned lewd behavior in the men's room:
1. Tap your foot while sitting on the crapper. -- I've probably actually done this before. I'll be more careful from now on.
2. Reach under the divider and grope towards the person in the next stall. -- I pretty much already knew not to do this.
3. Take your luggage into the stall with you and prop it against the door. -- Where the heck else am I supposed to put it??? Those stalls are not that big.
The Talkmaster hits the Washington radio dial Neal Boortz (talk radio show out of Atlanta) is coming to the Washington radio dial in a few weeks. They're canning the Washington Post radio and are putting Neal (and other programming) in it's place. Boortz is going to be on 1500 AM going head to head in the same time slot as Rush Limbaugh (not sure which station Limbaugh's going to be on).
First Creative Loafing takes over City Paper. Now this. Atlanta is on the march! Good news for this homesick Georgia boy. Maybe Sam Nunn's next!
In an hourlong interview, in his small office on Marietta Street on the edge of the Georgia Tech campus, Nunn acknowledged that he is considering a run for the White House next year.
Boortz bashes Boston Marathon God dangit, Boortz! This time you've gone too far! I can put up with most of these talk radio guys on account of I figure they're in it for the money. But this morning he compared running the Boston Marathon in inclement weather to voting for Ted Kennedy...ie. "no common sense".
Yeah sure, it was cold with heavy rain and wind. I suspect if you've been training through the winter in New England for this, then you've seen a hell of a lot worse. Congratulations to all of those badasses that strapped it on and ran this one today.
Just a little ditty I wrote about a man whose woman up and leaves him for another. This was more of an experiment in recording than anything. I recorded this on my IBM T40 craptop using the little internal microphone as input and running Audacity (free recording software) to multitrack it...well double-track it at least. The picture is from a completely unrelated gig with Chuckwagon, but Windows Movie Maker makes you put something in there to accompany the audio track.
It's official. I've been selected to compete in round one at the Rockville store on March 28. I will lay a shovel full of minor pentatonic notes on the Guitar Center weasels in my quest to become "King of the Blues". Another former member of Burnin' Pork Truck is entered as well on the left coast. Imagine the media frenzy if we square off in the finals!!!
This is what makes the internet great Guy out in Calif. lays out a fast mile course through the streets of downtown. At 2 am. he toes the starting line. His friends escort him on bikes and in vehicles, including an SUV full of drunks cheering him on and blasting "Eye Of The Tiger". They film it. He breaks four minutes and posts it on Google.
Su|do|ku I don't how this happened, but I am addicted to sudoku. I was previously against it, and quietly derided everyone who wasted their subway ride scribbling down numbers. Then one day curiousity got the better of me and I tried one. Now I can't wait to pick up the paper in the morning and unleash my mastery of logic on the day's helpless puzzle. I can easily and quickly solve the medium level. The hard ones present more of a challenge. I am not alone, as many fellow Metro riders are suffering from the same. Yesterday on the train a lady next to me was working on the one in the Post, another lady next to had a whole book of sudoku, and I had one that I printed off of sudoku.org. This morning some guy next to me was working on the same puzzle I was. I glanced over to see that he was behind, and I thought, "I will kick your FREAKIN ASS at sudoku!" I need help. Thankfully money and gambling are not involved...yet.
I just have to give it up for Bobby Parker. I just came from the final installment of the summer concert series at Farragut Square. Bobby Parker went above and beyond by performing for two hours on an unshaded stage at high noon in the 95 degree August sun. He flat out tore it up...led the band, played the electric, danced on the stage, and even walked through the crowd while laying down some hot lead guitar. What a showman! It was free, but I would've paid.
Tragedy averted As I was putting my daughter down for a nap at 8:30 this morning, my neighbor came banging on my front door. I answered, and before I could ask him what the hell he was doing at my house at 8:30 am, he told me with a wild look and tears in his eyes that his infant son had been running a fever all last night and that he just stopped breathing and he needed my help. We ran across the alley to his house, burst into the kitchen, and his wife said, "He's not breathing! What should I do?" I had no idea. It was terrifying.
Before the ambulance arrived he started breathing and crying uncontrollably. The medics whisked mother and the baby away to the hospital, and I drove the father. The doctors concluded that it was some sort of virus in his throat combined with a cold or something. Everyone is back safely from the hospital. The father and I will be meeting later in the alley to have a shot or two.
Lunch with Billy Mills on the Presidential Yacht I attended a luncheon yesterday on the Presidential Yacht. The special guest was 1964 Olympic gold medalist Billy Mills. He played a video of his men's 10,000 meter final as he recalled that day and told us how he choreographed that legendary 100 meter sprint to the wire to capture the gold medal, the only gold medal an American athlete has ever won in the men's 10,000. The event has been chosen as the second greatest moment of the modern Olympics, second only to Emil Zatopek's 1952 triple gold medal performance at 5000m, 10000m, and the marathon. He mentioned how he went to pick up his track spikes from the team coordinator a few days prior to final and was denied. Track shoes were not widely available in 1964, and the US team coordinator told Billy that they were reserving the spikes for medal contenders only. He talked about his life growing up on the Indian reservation, his faith, his training methods, and his relationships, races, and encounters with other world class athletes, especially Lindgren. It was amazing to hear. There were only about 15 or 20 other people there, which was appropriate because the Presidential Yacht is surprisingly small. After Billy spoke, he joined us all for lunch and we discussed everything from the weather to politics to...well, whatever came up. He was a genuinely nice man, and it was an honor to meet him.
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