Here's your funny haha for the day...
*http://bahb.net/index.php?page=playvideo&id=457*
Okay hopefully you have wiped the tears of laughter out of your eyes from the previous video, now on to the mooshy stuff.
As everyone by now knows April 16th will go down as one of the worst days in American history. This was a horrific event that is hard to understand. This being said I don't want to waste your time talking about the same stuff you've heard on CNN and Foxnews for the last 48 hours straight...so I'll take this on from a different angle.
33 people lost their lives yesterday (way to set the mood I know...sorry). Through all the "breaking news" and repetitive reporting one thought had been continually running through my head the past two days, "what if I lost 33 people in my life". I understand this maybe a selfish point of view considering the recent events but stay with me now. I had no immediate ties with anyone at VT, but what if that happened at UNM? Wow. What a thought huh? What if that did hit closer to home? What if it happened at SAE and I lost 33 brothers? I am not in anyway trying to lessen the events that took place, rather put them in prospective for me.
It makes you wonder what's the point of holding grudges against your closest friends and family. Sure you're allowed to be mad at people or upset with them every now and again, it's natural that someone is going to do something to piss you off sometimes. But what if tomorrow morning you woke up and that person was gone and you could never talk (or argue) with them again...would you feel guilty? What if when you woke up tomorrow morning you knew that your last memory of that person was going to be of a fight, disagreement, shit talking...whatever. Someone once told me that the people you are nearest to are the ones who can make you angry the easiest. I think that's true, but you need to also remember why they are close to you. True friends and family may be able to upset you, but what would your life be like without them?
So before you go to bed tonight, let's hope that you don't have any outstanding feuds with those closest to you, and if you do...resolve them, because in the grand scheme of things it's probably not that important. Make sure those around you know that you care for them, and surround yourself with people who care for you. We can only hope that something this tragic doesn't happen to us...
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Define this!
I believe the music section of this blog is slowly becoming stale. To put an end to all stale activity I declare a change! From here on out...or till this gets stale as well, I will add a link to a website with a high "fun factor". These websites I have compiled over the years and believe them to be humorous.
The first submission to the humor file is...
**http://basketbawful.blogspot.com/2006/03/gatorade-conspiracy.html**
Okay so I was trying to come up with a unique way to deliver today (or tonight...or this mornings) message when I came up with this, hope you likey.
I will offer words for you in a dictionary form and then define them as they so effect my life.
Boots- noun, plural:
The shoes I wore today to the horse track. The shoes that make me look at least an inch an a half taller than I really am. The shoes that make girls think I'm at least an inch and a half taller than I really am. The shoes that turn my jeans into a designer 'outfit'.
Eli Young Band- noun, persons:
As in the band that was amazing today live. The band that sings one of my favorite songs "So Close Now". A band with an amazing drummer who is amazingly interesting to watch live. A band I can now add to my "I've seen them live" list.
Quinella- a type of bet, esp. on horse races, in which the bettor, in order to win, must select the first- and second-place finishers without specifying their order of finishing. A way to make me think that I know what I'm talking about when in fact I am just some dumb kid with spending money that enjoys drinking beers and watching ponies run in circles.
Ponies- the reason I've had a great night 2 of the last 3 nights. Sure I may not have won every time I've bet but damn I still love them ponies. Okay well most of them were thoroughbreds, but that's besides the point...it's way more fun to call them ponies.
Imus- noun, currently an adjective, describing a person of high stature that believes he can say whatever the hell he wants but in reality he can't. A person who shouldn't have been fired but should have been punished. A person that makes Adam think I hate him but we're brothers so he'll have to do a lot more than enjoy Don Imus to shake me.
Scissors- Damn that was a funny south park episode!
1920s Reporter guy- to speak in a 1920s voice to describe sporting events that are taking place. A moniker I took on in full while at hooters, and couldn't stop. I took on this moniker so much that I called the entire 2006 hot dog eating championship at Hooters and had people high fiven' me and shaking my hand cause I did so well. "Kobeashi has 49 dogs down, he goes back to the water, back to his mouth, Chestnut has 48 dogs and his on Kobeashi's heels, it's Chestnut it's Kobeashi, its chestnut, neck and neck they are coming down to the bun Kobeashi is first to the half century mark and, but Chestnut is chewing with the will of a wildebeest"...if you want more you should have been there.
Saturday 4/14/2007 - A fun filled day with my buddies; Big Earn!, C. Fox, Budda, Baby Moog, and the BOs. A day filled with horse racing, beers, hot dogs, Eli Young Band, Robert Earl Keen, hooters chicken wings, Kobeashi eating way too many hot dogs, and an overall great time.
The first submission to the humor file is...
**http://basketbawful.blogspot.com/2006/03/gatorade-conspiracy.html**
Okay so I was trying to come up with a unique way to deliver today (or tonight...or this mornings) message when I came up with this, hope you likey.
I will offer words for you in a dictionary form and then define them as they so effect my life.
Boots- noun, plural:
The shoes I wore today to the horse track. The shoes that make me look at least an inch an a half taller than I really am. The shoes that make girls think I'm at least an inch and a half taller than I really am. The shoes that turn my jeans into a designer 'outfit'.
Eli Young Band- noun, persons:
As in the band that was amazing today live. The band that sings one of my favorite songs "So Close Now". A band with an amazing drummer who is amazingly interesting to watch live. A band I can now add to my "I've seen them live" list.
Quinella- a type of bet, esp. on horse races, in which the bettor, in order to win, must select the first- and second-place finishers without specifying their order of finishing. A way to make me think that I know what I'm talking about when in fact I am just some dumb kid with spending money that enjoys drinking beers and watching ponies run in circles.
Ponies- the reason I've had a great night 2 of the last 3 nights. Sure I may not have won every time I've bet but damn I still love them ponies. Okay well most of them were thoroughbreds, but that's besides the point...it's way more fun to call them ponies.
Imus- noun, currently an adjective, describing a person of high stature that believes he can say whatever the hell he wants but in reality he can't. A person who shouldn't have been fired but should have been punished. A person that makes Adam think I hate him but we're brothers so he'll have to do a lot more than enjoy Don Imus to shake me.
Scissors- Damn that was a funny south park episode!
1920s Reporter guy- to speak in a 1920s voice to describe sporting events that are taking place. A moniker I took on in full while at hooters, and couldn't stop. I took on this moniker so much that I called the entire 2006 hot dog eating championship at Hooters and had people high fiven' me and shaking my hand cause I did so well. "Kobeashi has 49 dogs down, he goes back to the water, back to his mouth, Chestnut has 48 dogs and his on Kobeashi's heels, it's Chestnut it's Kobeashi, its chestnut, neck and neck they are coming down to the bun Kobeashi is first to the half century mark and, but Chestnut is chewing with the will of a wildebeest"...if you want more you should have been there.
Saturday 4/14/2007 - A fun filled day with my buddies; Big Earn!, C. Fox, Budda, Baby Moog, and the BOs. A day filled with horse racing, beers, hot dogs, Eli Young Band, Robert Earl Keen, hooters chicken wings, Kobeashi eating way too many hot dogs, and an overall great time.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
The Little Rock 9
**I didn't feel a song was appropriate for this post so here is the story that this post refers to, it is a long story so prepare but it will be worth your time, I promise.**
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/writers/the_bonus/04/05/little.rock0409/index.html
Sometimes the ignorance of the human race scares the hell out of me. This ignorance was not recently seen or witnessed by myself, but read about in Sports Illustrated. I don't read much more than what's in my textbooks or about sports, so I feel lucky when I have completed a story such as this with so much meaning.
Blindsided by History by Gary Smith, was about Little Rock Central High School, the years of segregation from 1957-1959, and the transformation the school has endured in the last 50 years. This story was told from the vantage point of the schools football team, who in 1957 was the best team in the country and had a history of being so. When the orders from the supreme court came down that the school must allow black students to enroll, the town's people were outraged. It took tanks, helicopters and fully armed military personal escorts to get these kids to classes. The schools football team was dismembered as white players went to other schools, many of the kids never graduated white or black because the school closed its doors for a year in 1958.
In September at the 50th "anniversary" of that date, the old timers will be in attendance, but they won't be there to gloat about how they have a great job, or about that great season they had as seniors. No, they will be there to tell the story that needs to be told of a time that needs not to be forgotten. These now 65 year old men, have taken a tragic turn mainly due to their unfortunate timing on this Earth. Many of them never received a high school diploma, even the ones from affluent white families, the article tells of a man who worked in a cardboard box factory for the last 37 years (and that pretty much tells the story for most of the players). When quoted in the article the 65 year old men repeatedly showed remorse for the actions they took (or didn't take) in that era. "I was a kid just trying to fit in. If I saw her [Elizabeth Eckford one of the black students] now, I'd say I'm sorry I didn't hug you and hold your hand. If I could do it over, I'd be a friend."
The thing that impacted me from this article is how their ignorance and acceptance of the mistreatment of other human beings ended up being the essence and simultaneously the shame of their existence. Most of these men didn't feel any ill feelings toward their new black peers, it was the community and their parents and the cultural environment that told them what to think about the situation. One man even said that he now makes sure to say hello and make small talk when he sees a black man or woman, and that he makes sure to buy from the black salesman. Its over the top he knows, but he wants to make sure that his child doesn't feel the eternal grief that he now feels for standing by the wayside and letting horrible things happen.
So what can we learn from Sports Illustrated this week? I'll tell you. We can learn that throughout time whether it be: a person of a different color, a person of a different gender, a person of a different religion...WE ARE ALL THE SAME. It seems so simple doesn't it. If I were born 60 years ago, a white male in the south I would hate to admit it but I would have probably been a racist. I can only hope in my heart that I would have the courage to stand up against these injustices, but odds have it that I wouldn't and neither would you. So now that we have shown that women are equals and that minorities are equals let us not turn to another group of people and persecute them for what we feel are inferior qualities. Let us please learn from our mistakes (this time) and treat all with the respect that the men of the 1957 Little Rock Central High School football team wish they could have treated those 9 black students that year.
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/writers/the_bonus/04/05/little.rock0409/index.html
Sometimes the ignorance of the human race scares the hell out of me. This ignorance was not recently seen or witnessed by myself, but read about in Sports Illustrated. I don't read much more than what's in my textbooks or about sports, so I feel lucky when I have completed a story such as this with so much meaning.
Blindsided by History by Gary Smith, was about Little Rock Central High School, the years of segregation from 1957-1959, and the transformation the school has endured in the last 50 years. This story was told from the vantage point of the schools football team, who in 1957 was the best team in the country and had a history of being so. When the orders from the supreme court came down that the school must allow black students to enroll, the town's people were outraged. It took tanks, helicopters and fully armed military personal escorts to get these kids to classes. The schools football team was dismembered as white players went to other schools, many of the kids never graduated white or black because the school closed its doors for a year in 1958.
In September at the 50th "anniversary" of that date, the old timers will be in attendance, but they won't be there to gloat about how they have a great job, or about that great season they had as seniors. No, they will be there to tell the story that needs to be told of a time that needs not to be forgotten. These now 65 year old men, have taken a tragic turn mainly due to their unfortunate timing on this Earth. Many of them never received a high school diploma, even the ones from affluent white families, the article tells of a man who worked in a cardboard box factory for the last 37 years (and that pretty much tells the story for most of the players). When quoted in the article the 65 year old men repeatedly showed remorse for the actions they took (or didn't take) in that era. "I was a kid just trying to fit in. If I saw her [Elizabeth Eckford one of the black students] now, I'd say I'm sorry I didn't hug you and hold your hand. If I could do it over, I'd be a friend."
The thing that impacted me from this article is how their ignorance and acceptance of the mistreatment of other human beings ended up being the essence and simultaneously the shame of their existence. Most of these men didn't feel any ill feelings toward their new black peers, it was the community and their parents and the cultural environment that told them what to think about the situation. One man even said that he now makes sure to say hello and make small talk when he sees a black man or woman, and that he makes sure to buy from the black salesman. Its over the top he knows, but he wants to make sure that his child doesn't feel the eternal grief that he now feels for standing by the wayside and letting horrible things happen.
So what can we learn from Sports Illustrated this week? I'll tell you. We can learn that throughout time whether it be: a person of a different color, a person of a different gender, a person of a different religion...WE ARE ALL THE SAME. It seems so simple doesn't it. If I were born 60 years ago, a white male in the south I would hate to admit it but I would have probably been a racist. I can only hope in my heart that I would have the courage to stand up against these injustices, but odds have it that I wouldn't and neither would you. So now that we have shown that women are equals and that minorities are equals let us not turn to another group of people and persecute them for what we feel are inferior qualities. Let us please learn from our mistakes (this time) and treat all with the respect that the men of the 1957 Little Rock Central High School football team wish they could have treated those 9 black students that year.
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