Brushing

Things are not looking good. A couple weeks ago I got a haircut. Something I do now once every couple months I think. I used to get no haircuts. Then in the Peace Corps I went to a buzz cut every 6 months. In the intervening years, I have reached my current rate. If I extrapolate properly, when I am 54, I will be getting a haircut every 13 minutes.

But my haircuts aren't the cause of today's very important blog entry. You may want to sit down for this. Actually, you should most always sit down when using a computer, so forget that last piece of advice. I bought a hair brush today. Yikes! Gives me shivers just thinking about it! Luckily I haven't used it yet. I used to have a brush back in the days when I never cut my hair (man, that was a sweet ponytail). But since then, I haven't bothered with combs or brushes (or rollers or blow dryers or any other such hair styling implement).

Anyway, that's it for now. Wish me luck with the new brush... I'll need it.

I've got to discuss Yves

OK, so I am vegetarian. I'm not a lifelong vegetarian though. If you spend more than 10 minutes with my grandpa, he'll surely tell you about how many pork chops I could put away at an early age. Mmmmm, pork chops. Anyway, the point is that I really like meat products. I crave meatiness quite often. To satiate these urges, I'll buy the occasional meatless meat product. I would do the "meatless meatballs = just balls" joke here, but it has been played out (I wouldn't stoop so low). By the way, the Gardenburger meatballs are the best of the lot. But I'm not here to talk about balls (ha! I stooped!).

Tonight I tried the Yves Beef Skewers. Oh man. They weren't good. I tried to overlook the visual nastiness (see photo), but it was still nasty. I will avoid a written description of how the stuff looked and just provide a picture. I think I should have a "write the caption" contest for this stuff. Please comment if you have a good caption for the skewer picture. I have about 37 I could think of off the top of my head.

Anyway, I don't recommend this stuff. Pretty nasty.

Censorship, new millenium style

I think lots of folks have linked to this, but I don't think there can be too many links to The Top 25 Censored Stories of 2007. I just spent over 45 minutes scanning the list and reading a few of the rather detailed descriptions provided by faculty and students of Sonoma State University.

Now, I am pretty liberal (and by "pretty", I mean shockingly handsome), but I still try and read things with some objectivity (I fail sometimes). But I also understand that wanting to hear all sides of a story doesn't mean that every side deserves equal weight. The synapses don't encapsulate everything about these stories, but they shed light on many important facets that aren't reported as heavily as they need to be.

In terms of politics and justice and such, I have always been conflicted between two points. First, it is in many ways our responsibility as democratic citizens to understand what is going on in our country and world. Second, there are so many stories and sources it is difficult to get the information that is necessary to gain that understanding. The second point is what makes it so easy to ignore what is happening in the world.

Now I may be babbling a little. The gist is, take the time to at least read the headlines in the list. Hopefully you'll be tempted to read about a few of the stories that we don't hear for one reason or another.

Junk Phone Calls

So for the past three weeks I have been getting a DAILY phone call from some company called "USA Meds Pharmacy" asking for Alana. Apparently they are trying to see if Alana wants some quality, low-cost medication. That is just swell. Oh, did I mention that I live alone and am not named Alana? Not so swell. I point this out to them every time and every time they tell me they will "take the number off of the database".

I am fairly certain that I am on the National Do-Not Call list, but to be certain, I followed the easiest instructions to register again: call 1-888-382-1222. I recommend that you call from the number you want on the list and take the 2 minutes to make sure you aren't getting unwanted calls.

Now the interesting part. I am expecting another call tomorrow (and the next day and the next day). I am going to try telling the guy "yeah, she's here, hold on a second." And then just putting the phone down on my desk. Maybe let him know she's on her way every minute or so. Are there any other good/fun ways to deal with this company? Leave a comment and let me know...

Spiderwebs and persistence

No, this isn't a review of the new Spiderman movie.

I was walking to the park for my daily b-ball slammy-jam session. You know, to work on my reverse, no-look, one-handed dunks (OK, I may be exaggerating a little... "daily" may not be completely accurate) . Anyway, it's that time of year around here when the little spiders are out in full force, spinning webs like wild. Basically, wherever there are two connection points within five feet of each other, these spiders try and build some webby apparatus. Most of them fail, of course. I know this because I walk through 5-10 of these starter webs every time I go outside. Normally I am just mildly annoyed and hoping there isn't a spider on my head, but today I thought more specifically about those little guys (and gals!) spinning their webs. I mean, how many webs do they have to begin before they finally find that sweet spot. That spot where no deluded basketballers will walk through it. Where one of their key anchor points doesn't drive off to buy a burrito (my truck gets lots of webs and I get lots of burritos). The single-minded tenacity of these spiders is inspirational. I think it speaks to the need to continue on one's task until it gets done. It could be small tasks like cleaning the bathtub or some larger job, like cleaning a really big tub (or what have you). Persistence actually does pay off, in the arachnid world and in the people world.

I didn't expect to get any inspiration on my 20 minute excursion this afternoon, but there it was in the form of those annoying webs that I've snarled at for a few Springtimes. Noticing things is good. Seeing the positive in the clues nature gives us is even better. Now to get to that tub....

My birthday

The more important things are, the more likely I am to talk about them well after the fact. As an illustration, my previous post about bat removers was filed within 24 hours and now I am about to describe my birthday from over a month ago.

Just wanted to show my nice little cake and the documentation of the sweet hockey game to which I was treated. Look how great both look! Sharks beat the Kings! The cake had ice cream inside! Woo hoo! I'm old! Thank you, Neelu, for both of these treats. Also, thanks to Micah for the Magic Online packs! Yow! A power-packed birthday to be sure.

Someone help me with these bats! Bats I say!

Saw a truck on the highway yesterday. On the tailgate it said "Bat problem?" with an 800 number. When I got along side of it, I could see the truck was from "Western Bat Specialists". So cool. I honestly didn't know that bats were a problem in California. Now I realize that is a testament to the way bat removal specialists take care of business.

Before I realized that these bat specialists were real, I thought it would be cool to advertise my own pest removal service for animals that no one will ever see. Perhaps penguin removal or wolverine abatement. Stencil "Wolverine Problems?" on my truck, get an 800 number and, BLAM, instant awesome business. The more I think about it, the better it sounds.