8.10.2006

The five gallon bucket-head

OK, so I have a big noggin. This was taken by the daughter on her phone as we left the theater after seeing the 3-D movie, Monster House with the whole bunch of them.

They were mortified (or at least entertained) that I would wear the 3D glasses out of the theater as if they were MY glasses... so she got right up in my face and snapped a pic.

Sorry about the glare off my solar panels.

Today's Homeland Security Alert Level:


Elmo: Flights from the UK
Ernie: All commercial flights
Bert: Everything else


8.09.2006

Draft Post from a few days ago:

I had a post started a long time ago, but I read a post on Bob Aagard's site that made me realize I needed to get it finished and posted... this is the link to it, a few posts down from here...





made ya look...

:)

Trip to Provo...

Here's a pic of me and my oldest kid, checking himself into rehab... er... I mean.... the MTC...

He's my kid - I'm proud of him. We're all proud of him. He'll be great at whatever he does.

He's on his way to Fiji in October. He'll be leaving his suit jacket at home.

8.08.2006

Republicans get their man..... Out, that is.

From MSNBC, posted an hour ago:


WASHINGTON - Dogged by scandal, former House Majority Leader Tom DeLay said Tuesday he will do whatever is necessary to remove his name from the ballot, a step that will allow the party to field a write-in candidate in hopes of holding his seat in Texas.

DeLay acted one day after Texas Republicans lost a court battle in their bid to name a replacement candidate for him on the November ballot.

"I will take the actions necessary to remove my name from the Texas ballot. To do anything else would be hypocrisy," DeLay said in a statement. "I strongly encourage the Republican Party to take any and all actions necessary to give Texas voters an up-or-down choice this fall between two major party candidates."

Denmark - Home to the World's Happiest People

A day or two ago I was looking around at blogs from Denmark. This was stirred up inside me because of a few things:

First - I was having an email conversation with Reach Upward, and I found out that he was a missionary in Norway, and I was a missionary (!) in Denmark. (Well, I already KNEW I had been a missionary in Denmark, but I DIDN'T know Reach had been a missionary in Norway...)

Second - I have a kid hitting the MTC tomorrow, bound for FIJI/New Calendonia. This has been a source of a little bit of introspection for me about the time I spent in my family's homeland - I was also able to visit some of the towns that pertain to my family's history.

Third - I was looking at my Google Analytics page and noticed no traffic from Scandinavia, so I thought I'd take a look at what it is out there for blogs in Denmark.

Anyway, if you live in Denmark, count yourself as highly fortunate - it has the highest satisfaction with life rating of any country in the world, according to research data from Adrian White, analytic social psychologist at the University of Leicester in England.

White has published the World Map of Happiness, an interactive map that illustrates interational differences of happiness among the people of 177 countries. The map is based on an analysis of results from over 100 studies.

The concept of happiness, or satisfaction with life (SWL), is currently a major area of research in economics and psychology, White says, most closely associated with new developments in positive psychology. Says White:

There is a belief that capitalism leads to unhappy people. However, when people are asked if they are happy with their lives, people in countries with good healthcare, a higher GDP per capita, and access to education were much more likely to report being happy.

According to White’s data, the top 10 countries in the world with the highest SWL rankings are:

  1. Denmark
  2. Switzerland
  3. Austria
  4. Iceland
  5. Bahamas
  6. Finland
  7. Sweden
  8. Bhutan
  9. Brunei Darussalam
  10. Canada

Four of the ten are Nordic countries (counting Iceland as Nordic). Six are in Europe. The Netherlands scores 15. Better than the USA at 23, Australia at 26, the UK at 41 or France at 62.

Countries at the bottom of the happiness table hold few surprises. Bottom of everyone, at 177, is Zimbabwe. Sudan is 173. Russia is at 167. Lebanon is 113 although in light of current events, I wonder what the number would be today.

I'm thinking about moving....

8.07.2006

Voting Records Can be a Bitch...-or- I Voted For It, After I.....












From the Sunday Tribune's DC Notebook section:
The Senate voted 98-0 recently to pass the Voting Rights Act. Sen Orrin Hatch was quoted in The Hill newspaper as saying, "I think the Voting Rights Act is the most important civil-rights bill in history."

But in 1982 Hatch was a leading opponent of the bill. He fought for changes as a member of the Judiciary Committee, was one of four who voted against a compromise version of the bill in committee, and argued the bill could lead to reverse discrimination. The New York Times quoted Hatch in June 1982 warning that if the Voting Rights Act were renewed, "racial gerrymandering and racial block voting will become normal occurrences."

Sen Jesse Helms, of North Carolina, tried to filibuster the measure but, when it was obvious that the vast majority of senators supported the bill, dropped his opposition. Hatch went a step further and actually voted for its passage.
Just give 'em the finger, Orrin.

I see you - through the magic of Google Analytics

I get about 100 page views a day here at the bloggin' post. In the last 30 days, the geographical breakdown looks like this:

International:

Belleville, South Africa
Little Burleigh, Australia
Tokyo, Japan
Cubao, Philipines
Hyderabad, India
Doha, Qatar
Baku, Azerbaijan
Athens, Greece
Orbassano, Italy
Frankfurt, Germany
Bremen, Germany
Fontenay-aux-Roses, France
London, England
Guelph, Ontario, Canada
Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada
Vancouver, Britich Columbia, Canada
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Sherwood Park, Alberta, Canada
Port Coquitlam, British Columbia, Canada


Domestic:

West Palm Beach, Florida
Tampa, Forida
Jacksonville, Florida
Fort Benning, Georgia
Columbia, South Carolina
Raliegh, North Carolina
Washington, DC
La Vergne, Tennessee
West Frankfurt, Illinios
Indianapolis, Indiana
Pataskala, Ohio
Knoxville, Tennessee
Davisburg, Michigan
Plymouth, Massachusetts
Norwood, Massachusetts
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Portland, Maine
Marathon, Minnesota
Duluth, Minnesota
Hopkins, Minnesota
Rowlet, Texas
Plano, Texas
Wichita, Kansas
Parker, Colorado
Cheyenne, Wyoming
Pheonix, Arizona
San Diego, California
Pasadena, California
Aptos, California
Oakland, California
Sacramento, California
Saint George, Utah
Star, Idaho
Meridian, Idaho
Spanish Fork, Utah
Kaysville, Utah
Spokane, Washington
Marysville, Washington

So why do I put this here? I have no idea, but I do tink it's kinda cool - I can see what search items brought them to me, if they are new or a returning customer...

Anyway, it's just a thing. Places yet to be heard from:

Scandinavian countries
China
Russian countries
South America

come on people, let's get to it!!

:)

And also, thank you all for coming.

Is there a silent "I" in here somewhere??

I saw this article a little while ago, and a post on The World According To Me made me think of it again... here is the beginning, and a link for you to read the rest, if you care.

March 3, 2006 | New York -- Late last year, the idea of impeaching President Bush, once taboo even among most liberals, started gaining real currency. Following revelations of Bush's domestic spying program -- and the president's unrepentant insistence on continuing it -- former Nixon White House counsel John Dean called Bush "the first president to admit to an impeachable offense." Rep. John Conyers, D-Mich., the highest-ranking Democrat on the House Judiciary Committee, called for the creation of a select committee to investigate "those offenses which appear to rise to the level of impeachment." Twenty-six House Democrats have joined him.

At the end of January, former Rep. Elizabeth Holtzman, a member of the House Judiciary Committee during Nixon's impeachment, penned an appeal for Bush's removal in the Nation, citing his illegal wiretaps, his deliberate deceptions over Iraq, his incompetent prosecution of the war, and his authorizing systemic torture and abuse. "Impeachment is a tortuous process, but now that President Bush has thrown down the gauntlet and virtually dared Congress to stop him from violating the law, nothing less is necessary to protect our constitutional system and preserve our democracy," she wrote. In March, former Harper's magazine editor Lewis Lapham wrote a cover story in that magazine titled "The Case for Impeachment." The Center for Constitutional Rights -- the legal group representing many of the victims of Bush's torture policies -- has just published a book called "Articles of Impeachment Against George W. Bush," and at least one other book in a similar vein is forthcoming, Dave Lindorff and Barbara Olshansky's "The Case for Impeachment."

Let the local football smack-talk begin

Stuck to the fridge

This little item has been stuck to my fridge for about three months now:



SOULIVE, Aug 10th, Gallivan Center 8:30 PM

This is one of the skunkiest, gnarliest, phatest, hippest, baddest, skankiest, nappiest (my daughter's word), bands you will hear in a good long time.

If you go: Note the raunchy bass lines. Then note the LACK of a bass player. Just a heads-up.

8.04.2006

Ashdown brings his gauntlet to the press conference

On my way to the office this morning, I was thinking to myself that there must be SOME way to get Pete out there a little better in the general public. After all, it's August, it's home stretch time. The underdog can't wait til October to pull off a miracle, like a longterm incumbent. He needs billboards, he needs TV, he needs press, he needs vocal support farther and wider than a blogger community. (Not that there's not a ton of support there, but it's fairly invisible in the wider perspective.)

What can I do, what can he do?

Then the press conference was held yesterday - I wish it were more widely covered. Print is one thing, but it would have been GREAT to see a little blurb on the TV news. KUTV covered it, but only online, with four measly paragraphs - pretty vanilla. I guess the press isn't geared up for it to be campaign season either.

What was great about the press conference was that Ashdown set out his campaign promises, signed them in front of a notary, and had them delivered to his opponents and the press, stating that if he didn't follow them, he would welcome being called out on it. Gee, there's a thought. In this world of the 4 second sound bite, coupled with an astonishingly short public memory, a candidate would encapsulate promises made and actually ask to be held accountable.

It's sad that he would have to ASK to be held accountable for promises made - that should be a given, but alas, it is not.

His promises:

Democracy – I will actively strive for broad public
collaboration, equally weighing and considering the input and
advice of the American people with those alongside me in Washington.

Open and Honest Leadership - I will be open and honest about the
dealings of my office. I will continue to publish my calendar of
meetings and events in relation to my public life. While doing
this, I will protect individual privacy and national security
where requested or necessary.

Fair Elections - I vow to serve only three terms if incumbent
advantage cannot be overcome or eliminated. I will reform campaign
financing either by a shared donation pool for all candidates
seeking the same office or through public financing. I will also
work to eliminate the seniority system in Washington by replacing
ranking committee leadership with a random lottery appointment system.

Fiscal Responsibility - Until there is a balanced budget and the
United States is cleared of all debt, I will stand with
Congressman Jim Matheson in voting down congressional pay raises.
Until this happens, I will donate any salary increase to charity.

No Nuclear Testing - I will fight against any and all forms of
testing on the Nevada nuclear testing ranges.

The Tribune's coverage of the event went like this:

"Ashdown has also called for a debate with Hatch and all other third-party candidates in each of Utah's 29 counties in August, but Hatch's camp says no way. Hansen said Hatch would be open to candidate debates after August."

And yes, I have the NUTCAKE sticker on my car window.

Salon.com - The Rise of Christian Nationalism

Salon.com was the pioneer of the online magazine genre, beginning about the time Apple Computer stock was at $20, and everyone was glad they were able to sell in time. Had we only known then what we know now....

Anyway, one of their veteran writers, Michelle Goldman, has written an interesting article plugging her new book.

In the book, called
"Kingdom Coming: The Rise of Christian Nationalism", she asserts, with fairly in-depth sources, that the renaissance of the "religious right" movement in politics here in the US, with its mixture of church and state, strident activism by a minority, groups claiming religious symbolism and responsibility as a motivation for extreme political stances, etc, has overtones of another era with which you will be familiar. In an article about the book she spends significant space talking about Roy Moore, the Alabama judge who was sued as a result of having a large statue of the Ten Commandments errected at the state Supreme Court building. She moves on to talk about his actions pre- and post- this event, noting that he was once in the practice of leading juries in prayer. She recounts a ruling where he once awarded custody of three small children to an (allegedly) abusive father, rather than giving them back to their lesbian mother. In his written decision, he wrote:

Homosexuality is "abhorrent, immoral, detestable, a crime against nature, and a violation of the laws of nature and of nature's God upon which this Nation and our laws are predicated," and argued, "The State carries the power of the sword, that is, the power to prohibit conduct with physical penalties, such as confinement and even execution. It must use that power to prevent the subversion of children toward this lifestyle, to not encourage a criminal lifestyle."


He's a man who writes rhyming poetry decrying the teaching of evolution and who fought against the Alabama ballot measure to remove segregationist language from the state constitution.

From there she moves on to the entire movement he spawned, speaking of the group American Veterans in Domestic Defense, various televangelists, interest groups, and even politicians who took up his cause. After he was sued by the ACLU (a case that was dismissed on a technicality) the monument was taken across the south "on tour" to church groups, rallies, etc. Christian homeschool catalogues offered copies of a video titled "Roy Moore’s Message to America." When Moore suggested he might run for Alabama governor, state polls showed him with a double-digit lead.

She then switches gears to a story that ran in the New York Times on the eve of Bush's second inauguration headlined "Warning from a Student of Democracy's Collapse" about Fritz Stern, a refugee from Nazi Germany, professor emeritus of history at Columbia, and scholar of fascism.

The NYT article quoted a speech he had given in Germany that drew parallels between Nazism and the American religious right. "Some people recognized the moral perils of mixing religion and politics," he was quoted saying of prewar Germany, "but many more were seduced by it. It was the pseudo-religious transfiguration of politics that largely ensured [Hitler's] success, notably in Protestant areas."

Reading his forty-five-year-old book "The Politics of Cultural Despair: A Study in the Rise of the Germanic Ideology," one shivers at its contemporary resonance. "The ideologists of the conservative revolution superimposed a vision of national redemption upon their dissatisfaction with liberal culture and with the loss of authoritative faith," he wrote in the introduction. "They posed as the true champions of nationalism, and berated the socialists for their internationalism, and the liberals for their pacifism and their indifference to national greatness."

While this nation isn't in danger from true "fascists", its idealogy and aesthetics are similar to the Christian Right movement here and now. The "mobilizing vision" of fascist movements is "the national community rising Phoenix-like after a period of encroaching decadence which all but destroyed it". The Ten Commandments "Stones on Tour" has become a potent symbol of this dreamed-for resurrection on the American right.

An interesting quote from the Goldman article:

In many places, local religious leaders and politicians lend their support to AVIDD's cause. And at least some of the people at these rallies speak with seething resentment about the tyranny of Jews over America's Christian majority.

"People who call themselves Jews represent maybe 2 or 3 percent of our people," Cabaniss told me after a January 2005 rally in Austin. "Christians represent a huge percent, and we don't believe that a small percentage should destroy the values of the larger percentage."

I asked Cabaniss, a thin, white-haired man who wore a suit with a red, white, and blue tie and a U.S. Army baseball cap, whether he was saying that American Jews have too much power. "It appears that way," he replied. "They're a driving force behind trying to take everything to do with Christianity out of our system. That's the part that makes us very upset."

Ed Hamilton, who'd come to the rally from San Antonio, interjected, "There are very wealthy Jews in high places, and they have significant control over a lot of financial matters and some political matters. They have disproportionate amount of influence in our financial structure."

Is it just me, or is that CHILLING to you too? When the rally in San Antonio was over, Moore's Ten Commandments monument was on the back of a flatbed truck a few yards away. An American flag was perched on one side, and on the other, a flag bearing an eagle perched atop a bloody cross.

Goldman notes that there is even a high school curriculum now developed for use in instilling the "proper view of Christianity" in our youths, and adults can enroll in a year-long seminar series called "worldview training", which include meetings in Washington, D.C., online seminars, "mentoring," and several hours of homework each week. "The program will be heavily weighted towards how to think," the web site says. It's intended for those who work in churches, media, law, government, and education, and who can thus teach others to think the same way.

Those who don't have a year to spare can attend one of more than a dozen Worldview Weekend conferences held every year in churches nationwide. Popular speakers include the revisionist Christian nationalist historian David Barton, David Limbaugh (Rush's born-again brother), and evangelical former sitcom star Kirk Cameron. In 2003, Tom DeLay was a featured speaker at a Worldview Weekend at Rick Scarborough's former church in Pearland, Texas. He told the crowd, "Only Christianity offers a comprehensive worldview that covers all areas of life and thought, every aspect of creation. Only Christianity offers a way to live in response to the realities that we find in this world. Only Christianity."

Goldman's article ends with this quote, written by George Grant, former executive director of televangelist D. James Kennedy's Coral Ridge Ministries:

"Christians have an obligation, a mandate, a commission, a holy responsibility to reclaim the land for Jesus Christ -- to have dominion in civil structures, just as in every other aspect of life and godliness.
But it is dominion we are after. Not just a voice.
It is dominion we are after. Not just influence.
It is dominion we are after. Not just equal time.
It is dominion we are after.
World conquest. That's what Christ has commissioned us to accomplish. We must win the world with the power of the Gospel. And we must never settle for anything less...
Thus, Christian politics has as its primary intent the conquest of the land -- of men, families, institutions, bureaucracies, courts, and governments for the Kingdom of Christ."


I think I might be scared now. I'm going to go suck my thumb in the corner.

Happy 80th Birthday, Tony Bennett

Anthony (Antonio) Dominick Benedetto was born August 3, 1926, in Astoria, Queens in New York City. His father was a grocer, his mother was a seamstress, and his uncle was a tap dancer. Young Bennett gave a singing performance at the opening of the Triborough Bridge at the age of 10. He studied music and painting at the New York High School of Industrial Arts, but dropped out at the age of 16. He had to support his family and he performed as a singing waiter in Italian restaurants.

He enjoyed a career renaissance in the 90's as a new generation of consumers discovered what even Frank Sinatra once called the "best voice on earth, period." He did an "Unplugged" session on MTV, and invited KD Lang on with him - it was a great transcendental moment in both careers.

If you haven't ever listened this musical jewel, I suggest you hurry up about it. Try one of these for a starter:



Steppin Out.




The Essential Tony Bennett.




The Art Of Romance.

Feed you car or feed your belly... the Ethanol gold rush


Fact: Iowa is the nation's leader in Corn harvest.

Fact: One typical car, running for one typical year on ethanol will use the amount of corn that would feed 26 typical people for that year.

Fact: If every Ethanol distillery either approved or under construction in Iowa expects to run at full capacity, they would have to purchase Iowa's ENTIRE corn crop for the year.

Source: Economist Lester Brown, founder of the Earth Policy Insitute, in a new book, the name of which escapes me at this very moment in time.

On a similar note: Brazil is the world leader in Sugar exports. They are also the largest country to claim 100% self-sufficiency with regard to oil consumption. They use ethanol derived from distilled sugar cane. Over the last 2 years, world wholesale sugar prices have doubled as a result of the pinched supply/demand chain with regard to sugar cane.

While these examples are great for changing the world paradigm with regard to "foreign oil," there are BETTER ways.

Wind
Electricity
Distilled products that AREN'T food products - trees, switchgrass (which in Utah is a "native plant" read: WEED), etc.

I'm just sayin.

Keeper of Odd Knowledge

Of the GOP Congressmen who signed the "Contract with America" which pledged to limit congressional terms to 12 years maximum, 30 are seeking reelection. When did they sign the contract? 1994.

Contract cancelled, apparently. Too bad we have such short memories.

8.02.2006

Kurt Bestor Googles his name...

A while back, I wrote about my surprise to find out that Kurt Bestor is a democrat. I went on to mention (in the comments section of the post) that I had worked with him in a professional capacity several years ago, and found it to be a less-than fun experience. Okay, I called him a knob. Oh yes I did. That was the way I felt and I wrote it.

Anyway, I got an email about a week ago. From Kurt Bestor. Said he:
You gotta love the worldwide web! This morning, I ran across a commentary of yours. I've read nicer things over my bowl of morning oatmeal.

So I wrote back, told him who I am, and we talked about the mutual experience we shared together, and my impressions of it. Turns out, he was equally frustrated, if not more so, with the entire situation, and it seems my general dislike of the person may have been misplaced. We did the back and forth thing a few times, talked about this and that, and he mentioned that he had broken bread with Pete Ashdown, and he would in fact be voting for him, even though Hatch has a benefitial stance on music licensing issues, which has a lot to do with how Mr. Bestor makes his living.

So, long story short, I hereby retract the comment regarding the KNOB part. Mr. Bestor, please accept my humble apologies. Good guy, down to earth, regular lunch box, nice guy. We ironed out any differences, got onto the same page with regard to the source of our now-mutual unhappiness, and I just wanted to make that clear in this venue. I'm not a consumer of his music, but that's neither here nor there. And that doesn't make him any less talented. Because he is.

He is pictured here with George S. Clinton, composer on films like the Austin Powers movies, Mortal Combat movies, and, most recently, The Santa Clause III. Incidentally, I did some recording with Mr. Clinton on a film with Chuck Norris and for some stuff in 3-D with Busch Gardens, back in the day/another life. Sorry, just couldn't help a little self-plug there.

We now return you to the regularly scheduled programming, already in progress.

Get your Levi's at Walmart?

Every once in a while, both the Mrs ThatOneGuy and I run into people who say, in passing conversation, that if they could AFFORD to shop elsewhere, they wouldn't shop at Walmart. This always makes me laugh, many times right outloud. Mrs. ThatOneGuy doesn't laugh outloud though, she's much more polite than I am. To her credit, and frankly, mine too. :)

Four years ago, Levi Strauss was contacted by Walmart, wanting to carry their brand in the stores. LS thought that would be great - who could argue with what Walmart can offer? The world's largest retailer - you get your product in there and you've got it made - you just made your year, if not your five-year plan.

That's what THEY thought too. Until they went to the vendor meeting. It turned out that Walmart wanted them to provide their product at a cost that was well BELOW their COGS (cost of Goods/Services), ie: what it cost them to produce and deliver.

So what did LS do? They really wanted what Walmart could get them: financial gains to prop up flagging retail sales over the last ten years. (Levi's -a privately held corporation- kind of got left out of the trend-denim craze that was the late 80's and all of the 90's) So, they went back to Walmart and told them they would give them a line to offer in their stores, at the price they were asking. LS went to work developing and sourcing materials for this line. They've been there for about 3 years now. What they delivered was a line of jeans with the traditional "Red-Tab" on them, but the denim materials were MUCH lighter than the standard Levi's "Red-Tab" material, single-stitched construction as opposed to the usual double-stitch, and no rivets, no extras.

Reports were that the line in Walmart lasted (wear-wise) about half as long as other jeans LS had created, and were not selling as well as Levi's had wanted them to as a result. They're still sold in Walmart, but now the brand is watered down, both inside and outside of Walmart.

But Walmart got what they wanted. So, if you think it's still a good deal, go ahead and buy your Levi's at Walmart.

I'm just sayin'.

To Croc or not to Croc -or- Are Crocs a Crock?

Two pairs of these currently live at my house. Neither of them are mine. I just can't see myself wearing them anywhere in public. They seem sweaty and hot, then stinky. Besides being rather UGLY. Mrs. ThatOneGuy tried to buy me a pair around father's day, but I was having none of it.

Time to call in the foot experts and expose the things for the frauds they are. Except -- surprise -- that turns out to be more difficult than you might imagine.

It seems these ugly things are the darlings of the podiatric world as well, with doctors actually stocking them in their own offices for sale.

Harold Glickman, chief of podiatric surgery at Sibley Memorial Hospital, praises Crocs for their ample toe room, deep and supportive heel cup and secure rear strap. Their loose fit, he said, means no pressure points or rubbing spots, and their nonporous material gives them antibacterial properties that makes them "a huge asset to those susceptible to infection -- those with diabetic ulcerations, wounds or poor circulation."

read the article here.

The fact remains that they is SOME KIND OF UGLY!!!

7.28.2006

Ray Brown - 1926-2002

I meant to post something here a few weeks ago, closer to the actual anniversary. Better late than never though.

First a little background though:

From WIKIPedia: Ray Brown was born in Pittsburgh, and had piano lessons from the age of eight. After noticing how many pianists attended his high school, he thought of taking up the trombone, but was unable to afford one. With a vacancy in the high school jazz orchestra, he took up the double bass.

But that's not the entire story. For DECADES Ray was regarded in the Jazz world as the finest bass player there is/was. He is the touchstone for bass players today, young and old, professional and novice alike. He has been the first call bass player around the world for a long time. If you could get Ray Brown to play with you, well, you are obviously "somebody".

Then the world was shocked by the news of Ray’s untimely death on Tuesday July 2nd in Indianapolis, Indiana, where he passed away during a nap after a golf game. He had been resting up for his evening performance at the Indianapolis Jazz Kitchen.

Through his career, he mentored several young bass players, who take up the mantle of his leadership in the bass world. Two of those, John Clayton, and Christain McBride were among them. They played with Ray Brown through the last several years and recorded a series of CDs called "SuperBass". A trio of exemplary bass players, and in fact John Clayton is certainly among my favorite musicians. He comes to Salt Lake once a year to play in this venue or that, and I have had a personal email correspondence with him for going on two or three years now.

When Clayton was studying classical bass at UCLA many years ago, he heard Ray Brown teaching across the hall, and, he reports, that was the last classical lesson he took. He became a student of the Master. Note here though, that John Clayton is also a preeminent classical player as well. At every one of his shows, he plays a solo in the classical genre, and it is readily evident to all in attendance that he is truly a master of the instrument. He remained close to Brown through the decades.

Ray represented invincibility to the young and old. Ray was loved and admired by so many because he embodied so many qualities that we all would love to have ourselves. Ray spoke for everyone when an authority was needed that knew the correct jazz harmony, history, or way to play a tune. Ray told everybody what to do. Ray let you know if you were right or wrong. He told it how it was, leaving no doubts as to what he thought. And when he played his bass, he came on like a gangbuster. He not only drove the rhythm section; he gave it a burst of energy that felt like being in a sports car being pushed by a bulldozer! When he took a solo, it was like a horse galloping out of the gate—he started and ended full steam and you could only watch, listen, and enjoy in amazement. He told us what was ‘on the plate’ and he served it with aplomb. He took the center stage and played his bass with an imagination and presence that made his playing easily identifiable on any recording.

Through his entire career, Brown never once thought that he was bigger than Jazz, and he always took the time to teach and mentor younger players. I remember a story I once heard about him: a younger player once spoke to Ray and asked him how he had done a particular passage in a recording. The younger player noted, "how did you DO that? I can't even make my fingers THINK about that?"

Brown looked at him and asked him how old he was. The younger player repsonded, and Brown then said, "When you've been doing this for forty or fifty years, come see me, and if you STILL can't figure it out, I'll show you."

That has stuck with me for a long time now, and I expect it to stay with me for a long time to come. He was a teacher, publishing many bass method books and taking the time to be an instructor in various settings throughout his career. His answers never included any shortcuts. It's about practice.

A few weeks ago, I was looking around the web and noticed a place called "Inner Game of Music." While I won't go into a lot of depth here, I will note that if you are a musician of any level, you might want to check that place out. There is also a Ray Brown Tribute there that is worth reading, if you have interests that incline toward this area. John Clayton was a pall-bearer and also spoke at the service. One quick quote from that site:

"It is easy to dismiss Ray as a gifted artist who was just ‘born to play the bass.’ But those close to Ray knew that his incredible professional success was not just based on talent but on hard work. Ray’s lifetime protégée is John Clayton. John was like Ray’s ‘son’ as a young boy and as a young bassist.

John recalled Ray saying: “People think this stuff comes easy to me … well that’s bullshit, I PRACTICE!” And he did. Joh
n witnessed Ray’s technical and musical growth until he died. Ray would ask John things about the bow. “Show me that thing you did with the bow.” John would look with his mouth open and say “What are you talking about? You’re Ray Brown!” Ray would get upset with John and say “Dammit, we can all learn something from each other … show me how you do that!” And Ray would not only take it in, he would practice it.

John recalled some older recordings of Ray’s early bowed solos with Oscar Peterson, it was pretty embarrassing. But if you listen to his work with the bow in the last 10 years, you will notice a remarkable improvement. He got everything he could from everyone, including taking some lessons with the legendary French bass virtuoso François Rabbath. He was a life-long learner. Ray would be brutally honest when young aspiring bassists would ask him for his secrets to success or how he mastered his technique. The answer never included short cuts—it was all about hard work and integrity. This was Ray’s way.

The highlight of Brown's memorial service was a moving tribute to all the lessons John Clayton received from Ray Brown. John said:

Today is a celebration of this man we loved, the man that gave us such big, fat, rich, warm, juicy, chocolate, delicious, gorgeous brown bass notes. And, of course, he gave us much more. He reached inside himself and gave whatever he had to give from his soul.I had starry eyes when I was a teenager studying with Ray. I would follow him around to recording sessions and see people like Bill Cosby, Quincy Jones, Sweets Edison…. I wanted to be just like Ray when I grew up. So I asked him at a session: "When I’m done with college, do you think you can help me do this sort of thing, become a studio musician?" I got 'The Look' times ten, and curse words I never knew existed. "Are you out of your F-in’ mind? You wanna play this horse manure?" And then he went into his little girlie high-pitched voice and said: "You can’t even play the bass and you want to waste your time playing whole notes and kissing ass all day?! You need to learn how to play the bass from the top to the bottom. Then you need to get out and play some music. Then when you’re done, if you want to play this garbage it’ll be here.

One of his pet peeves was when he would spill his guts, play from his heart, and the audience would sit on their hands. It was as if they were not hip enough to applaud. He couldn’t stand that! I say, ladies and gentlemen, that we take a moment out to show our appreciation to Ray. He has played his last bass solo for us—it was a lifetime of a bass solo and we all listened in and grooved along with it.

So now, as Ray would want us to do, so that he can look down and take a bow, let us applaud his solo and the love and life that he gave us. Let us stand and applaud like we’ve never applauded before. Let us applaud so that Dizzy and Bird and Milt and Monk and Trane will raise their eyebrows in amazement. Let us applaud because we love him as much as he loved us. Ladies and gentlemen, the maestro, the baddest, let’s hear it for Ray Brown. The roar of the chapel could likely be heard for miles."

Here, here.

May we all "play our own music" from the heart. Whatever that may be.


Anyone? Anyone? Beuler?

Seriously, is there ANYONE who thinks we don't need a new voice in the Whitehouse?

Really.

I'm just sayin. This is getting old.

7.27.2006

Meaningless Miscellaneaeeaeaaeeaaaee

So every time I restart my computer, I get this barage of junk that starts up, mostly from MSN, and some other places too, that tells me I NEED to go here and read that, see this, do that...

I saw a thing that asked if my cell phone was on the top 10 list of radiation-producing cell phones. Interesting. So I burned two minutes and checked it out. It seems that if your phone is made by Motorola, there is a STRONG chance yours is in the top 10, because 9 of the top 10 spots are happily occupied by Motorola. They must be proud.

Every time I go to upgrade my phone, and sign
my left nut away for the next two years on a contract, they tell me that I shouldn't get a motorola. They break and generally wear out BEFORE the two year contract period, and you have to end up buying another one, or, if you prefer, you can sign up for an ADDITIONAL two years to get one cheaper... keep that up and you're on the "friend for life" program. Previous experience with a motorola phone bears that out. So I don't own a Motorola. So at least I'm safe from THAT (questionable, at best) source of radiation. Now on to the 2 dozen or so other ones.

North Korean di
ctator Kim Jong Il got married over this last weekend. I'm sure he and Gail Ruzicka will be very happy together. Honestly, I didn't even know she was on the market. Had I only known....

Apparently, you burn 1.5 calories for every minute of sex. (Insert your punch line here)...
Mine: Is the 7 calories really worth the effort?

You gotta love a grassroots politician who knows when a GREAT opportunity is staring him in the face:








I have MANY contacts, both business and personal, who use MSN Messenger to communicate. One of those business contacts, from Florida, hooked up on my contact list this week as we were working to complete a transaction. In case you aren't aware, the Messenger window has a
spot where you can tag an image of your choice to be shown as your visual identifier. When this contact got online with me the other day for the first time, he saw this as my picture, and, unfortunately, thought it was me:

Some of my other favorites:








And while we're on the subject of photos, here's a picture of an Argentine soccer fan at the recent World Cup, exercising her.. umm... lungs:



















How to tell if there's a terrorist at YOUR airport:






On to other worthy pursuits:

http://www.sltrib.com/business/ci_4077508

Article from last Friday's Tribune about Utah's housing market traffic. Utah has gotten lots of recent national attention from the reported appreciation rates here in the state. Incidentally, the makings of a "housing bubble" occur when the wages and jobs don't keep up with appreciation rates in the same area. This is usually facilitated by people OUTSIDE the area coming in to scoop up property who don't depend on the local economy to make the payments. This works against the locals trying to buy primary residences, because they are using local jobs to pay for the homes. Wages don't compete with that situation. When this starts to happen, home builders will often limit the number of non-primary residence homes they will sell, effectively protecting their houses from out-of-state scalpers or flippers who are just going to sit on it, vacant, for six months, then try to sell it at a tidy profit. Other investors will buy properties, then rent them. If you are a builder, and see lots of this going on in your communities, you quickly realize these types of buyers turn your neighborhoods into rental slums, or vacant homes, neither of which is healthy for the long term value of the homes you build.

So there's your Real Estate education for the day. Something for everyone today.

7.25.2006

Why did I do THAT?! (personal story-long post...)

About three or maybe four years ago, I took a liking to Lacrosse. I thought it would be fun to find a men's league to play with.

I have never played lacrosse before, but coming from Canada, I had been around it for a long time. When we go to gym class in high school up there, I suspect like here, we have "units" where you spend two or three weeks playing this sport or that one... softball, flag football, volleyball, field hockey, etc. One of those units was always lacrosse.

The junior high school I went to had a set of lacrosse equipment, made from the orignal sticks, curved into a hook and open on one side, strung with what was called "cat-gut." Perhaps that shows my age more than I would like. Nevertheless, I had never "really" played. When I was young, it was hard to make that hard ball go anywhere you wanted, and we mostly spent our time throwing it at each others' crotch instead. In case you don't know, that ball is brutally hard - like a super bouncy-ball, but harder. It weighs about as much as two baseballs, and is a little smaller. We called it "indian rubber."

The game is originally a Native American game, and so it was more popular in Canada than here at the time.

And being in The North, I was always around hockey, and the game always seemed to be a decendent of that game as well, same violence/fewer pads.

So back to the story. I took an interest in the game, wondering if there was a place to play as an adult here in Utah. I did the research, asked for a stick for Christmas that year, and bought a cheap set of pads on eBay.

As that was all coalecsing, I hurt my back, worse than I ever had before. When I was young, I spent a summer working through college as a roofer. That was not good at all for my back, and I herniated a disk. I thought I could cure the problem with pain medication and keep on working, as I had a young family at the time, and needed to be working. That was 19 years ago now. I mark that time easily, because it is the summer my first kid was born. He and I spent a LONG time laying on the living room floor, watching Letterman. I spent the latter part of the summer going for traction treatments on my back every day.

Since that time, my back has been weaker than I would like, and it has seemed that about once a year, it goes "out" and spends about a week and a half in the "out" position. Then it gets better and I go back to my life.

(I haven't had that "out" spell this for about 18 months now, though, and I'm hopeful that I can lengthen the time between these spells.)

So, my back went out around this time three or so years ago, and it was the worst one I can remember, since the original injury. My wife came home to my writhing on the living room floor in obvious and vocal pain. We went to the ER, where I got a demorol shot and was sent home. On the way home, we had to stop about a block from our house, so I could make a "deposit" in the gutter as a result of the nausea that can accompany a heavy shot like that. It seems a chunk of disk in the lower back actually herniated, then broke off and was floating loose for a while. I went to my regular doctor who sent me for xrays and off to a back specialist, where I was put on a fairly agressive treatment of steriods to try and shrink the offending chuck of disk. That worked, but I was VERY careful and wary for along time after that.

So work got in the way, and I put the stick in the closet, and didn't really know if I would get back to doing this crazy thing I was thinking.

Then Mrs. ThatOneGuy and I started a more healthy lifestyle - albeit only a BIT more, but it has helped. We went to the gym more, and I started running a bit more... getting better.

So this year I wondered if it might be the year to give this a go.

I got online, and found utahlax.org, and went to see what I could see. They had a men's league, and I sent an email.

Long story short, I registered, made inquiries, and gathered my stuff. I wondered if this "men's league" was really just a place for the "just out of high school or college" group to play. I was assured by the coach of the team that I wouldn't be too out of place and they had players of all levels. This was the team for the novices. I felt like this would be a good way to get my sweat on for a while, and drop some unnecessary poundage.

In conversations with Mrs. ThatOneGuy, we thought it might be a chance to meet some new people, and possibly add to our relatively short list of people we would actually consider inviting over to our home for an eveing of food and conversation. Great.

So I pay my money and show up to the practice before the first game, learn how to throw a ball, catch it, play my position a bit, learn the terminology, etc. Great. Off to the first game.

Wait a minute, I thought, this is moving MUCH faster than it was at practice. Oh well. I went out, played, and was totally GASSED. Add to this the hot weather, and I was drenched, parched, and completely worn out.

This has been going on for about 5 or 6 weeks now, with two games per week and one practice most of the time. I play defense, and I'm happy to report that I am not the biggest defender on the team, and in fact, I might not even be the second biggest. But I am the oldest, by a country mile. Our second game came and we had a couple of no-shows for our team, getting just enough players to not have to forfeit, but we had no subs either. If you don't know, subs happen generally on the fly, like hockey. When you're out of gas, you head off the field for fresher legs.

On this particular evening, we had grilled up some hamburgers and I garbled one down thinking I would have enough time before the game to let it get on its way through the digestive process. Not so much. By the third quarter I was seriously wondering what that hamburger was going to look like, strained through the grill of my facemask. Seriously, it was a brick rolling around in there, begging to go one way or the other, up or down.... a 50/50 proposition.

The games have gotten better though. We still don't win, but, interestingly, everyone we play (the U fo U team, the BYU team, the UVSC team, a couple of other teams made up of the local high school all stars, etc.) gives us helpful hints on how to defend better, and then sincerely congratulates us on being a team full of novices being out there to learn. They love it. They kill us, but they do give us their "props."

The playing field sets up this way: three or four lines, with a corresponding territory. Defenders can't go past a certain line when the ball goes over to offence, and likewise, the offensive players can't go help on defense, so you stand around with players from the other team, waiting for the ball to come back to your side of the field. The offensive players are small and fast, the defenders have longer sticks, and are bigger and slower. Defenders, like hockey, are repsonsible for not allowing the ball to be carried or passed close-in to the net, thus giving the goalie a chance to react to and defend a whipping shot from further out. Defenders are to spare no effort in moving these little "flies" out of the way. That's where the fun comes in - if you can hit them, there is no real "roughing" penalty. So the defenders get out there and lay the wood on anyone making threats at the goal.

Being older and slower, I don't get a bunch of good hits, but there are a few, maybe one good one per game. The little buggers are fast, and I must admit that I have been run right past a couple of times, being burned on the play. But I haven't been totally embarrassed too many times either. I get my stick up in faces and have turned away and broken many plays.

A week or two ago, a couple of the guys were complaining about feeling their age at 23. I looked at them and scoffed outloud. "Talk to me on your 40th birthday," I told them. They just looked at me, not understanding. I clarified. "I have KIDS that are only 2 or 3 years younger than you." To which they retorted with various versions of "no way is that possible."

Then the two of them asked me just how old I actually am, thinking that I might be a mummified dead person, or at least being careful to not offend. I told them that I was turning 43 in the next couple of months, and they about fell over on the spot. Our next oldest player is 27. We skip the 30s altogether.

Mrs. ThatOneGuy reports generally the same thing when she comes to our games. She notes that while there are some who come to watch who are the same age as we are, they are coming to watch their KIDS play, not their spouses! Incidentally, my parents are coming into town from Canada this week, and I have a game late Wednesday night, which I imagine they will come to - it will be interesting to hear their comments.

So why have I done this to myself? I endure the sore body that shows up anywhere between one and two days after a game, the highly unhappy body at being out there in 95 + degrees, the bruises that show up in various and sundry places the next day, and the punishment this temporary schedule induces on my otherwise very busy schedule.

It has been a good acheivement for me. Do I expect a call from one of the pro teams in the East? Hardly. But I have accomplished something that not many my age do, and it has been fun in that respect. I don't think we'll have found any people to add to our official "friends" list, so that part hasn't worked out, but it has been fun for me, a good challenge. It has also been fun to let my kids come to the games, to see what I have done. They are proud of the acheivement. The youngest wants a stick and the second-oldest wants me to keep playing for the next two years so he can play when he gets back from his mission.

I have made a point of trying to let my kids see their old dad doing some physical things, to show them that life doesn't just end up in a heap on the couch, like dirty laundry, when you reach a certain age. You might have to work harder to find those things to do, but you should do them. My kids are basically past the "learn to throw a baseball" thing - they're on their own - they play soccer, etc, and it's been good to see them come and have fun where the tables are turned and THEY are the ones sitting on the lawn chairs at the sidelines while dad is out there, trying his best to not show his age too much.

And by the way, Mrs. ThatOneGuy has been ultimately patient as I have had this wild hair for a couple of years now - she has picked up slack, lost a little "together time", and been real nice to come out and support. She's great. The greatest.

Destiny Norton

Since there are those who read me that don't live here, or don't read the same blogs I do, I was going to write about Destiny Norton this morning. However, Since there are several other sites doing the same, all I'll do is link them here, as there is not much that I have to add to the already-good remarks made by others:

Salt Lake Tribune's Article:

SLCSpin #1:

SLCSpin #2:

Reach Upward: Thoughts on citizens' rights, etc.:

I will note however, that there are many who are saying that the Police fell down on the job, and there were things that they should have caught/discerned. The SLCSpin link #1 noted some of these discrepancies.

How truly unfortunate.

The Movie Business Challenge -or- The Movie Theater business is DYING

Yesterday I noted an entry on Marc Cuban's blog about how to get marketing dollars spent more in line with butts in the seats. He asked for "entries" to figure out how to get the cost/benefit more in line.

My response - see if you agree:

The movie THEATER business is DYING. Every time I go to a theater, I hate it more than the last time I was there. Why do I go? Because that is the only way to see a particular film on OPENING DAY.

Two things:

1. Make truly, insanely, FABULOUS movies that generate buzz, and use A-List talent, advertise them traditionally, AND using non-conventional methods, many talked about here (all that MySpace, web site, word of mouth, "no ads at the beginning" stuff is CRAP - you know why you DON'T go to a theater - because it's a POOR experience)... and

2. Get them out in a venue that offers "opening day" availability on a PPV or cable outlet like HDNet, etc. Let me see it in my home, or wherever, without the cell phones, "movie-talkers", people who want to go out for more popcorn, etc. I don't want to sit in a theater with a fat slob next to me who thinks he's the only one there. I swear, the next time I hear a cell phone in a movie, I'm going to light up a NASTY stinky cigar.

Have you done your market research? Find out how many people would like to see a first-run movie on opening day AT HOME.

MOVIE THEATERS SUCK! END THE MONOPOLY. It's not the movies so much as it is the theater experience. (Although there is a DEARTH of good movies being made.) Slam them into submission, shut them down, put movie-going back into the hands of the people! In today's atmoshpere of blended media and high-def availability at a consumer cost/benefit that is dwarfed by a movie theater scenario, why is this even a question? Yet we still go to theaters like we did in the 40s, 50s, and 60s. WHY? Make me NEED to see it, and preferably not at the local mega-plex. Then offer me a downloadable coupon to Netflix or Circuit City, or CompUSA, or whatever, at the end, so I have a return on MY investment. MAKE me NEED your solution. Then give it to me.

7.24.2006

Want to work for Mark Cuban?

One of the blogs in my RSS feed is that of Marc Cuban, owner of the Dallas Mavericks NBA franchise, along with SEVERAL other business interests like HDNet, movie production, etc.

Now that the playoffs are over, the draft is done, and the deadline for beginning to sign free agents has come and gone, with its flurry of activity and the debased need to spend ridiculous amounts of money on pimply selfish basketball players has past, his time has turned to other business interests, which, for him, are many.

Over the weekend, he made a job offer on his blog. All you have to do is come up with a fresh NEW idea for marketing movies to consumers. He goes over the financial burden that is marketing a wide-audience film before it opens. He opens his post like this: "This is an open challenge. You come up with a solution, you get a job. Seriously."

See his post here.

Seems simple for the creative mind, until he goes over the things they already do. You job is to come up with something new and creative, that will prove itself financially, you get the job.

I am going to bet he gets an email box full of quacky wierd crap. Just a hunch.

7.21.2006

WWIII

About a week ago, I was mentioning to a friend that we might be looking at a World War scenario here in Isreal/Lebanon, if things started happening in an escalating fashion.

Then about 3 days ago, it was being referred to by the same moniker on talk radio, blogs, etc.

Then yesterday and today, it's in the mainstream media, and it's being discussed at the governmental level this way as well, in reference to Sec. Rice's impending (impeding?) visit to the area.

I don't think this is very good.

I'm just sayin.

Road Trip Recapitulation

I was out of town all day Wednesday. From 5 AM til 11 PM. Destination: Richfield, Cedar City, Hurricane, and St. George, Utah.

We left (my business partner and I) at 5 AM with a meeting in Richfield between 9 and 10 AM. We have been looking for building lots and builders in areas we feel are able to support good returns for our investors. We had a contact in Richfield who reported that he had 16 lots that will be ready for building by the middle of August. So we went to look and do the meet & greet thing. We met at a place called "Good Chance Cafe" for breakfast with the fellow who owns the lots and would like to get them sold. We went in and sat down at a booth, at which point we were greeted with two waitresses slinging glasses of water, coffee, and menus.

At this point in the event I looked around at the place and its patrons. In the next booth over from us there were two dudes who looked like the were on their way either to, or from, the fields where they were either a) sheering sheep, b) throwing hay, c) herding 1000 head of cattle, or d) repairing the barbed-wire fence out on the south 40. They had the obligatory straw cowboy hat, tattered and sweat-stained, the wrangler jeans from about 7 years ago, and the boots that looked so beaten that you would think they would disintegrate if they were pulled on too forcefully. The dude facing me had a gnarly mullet, and a stunning fu-manchu (ie. dirty sanchez) down to where his jaw made a 90 degree turn to the neck. It was thin, stringy, and brutally overgrown. He was eating eggs and toast, and as he chewed, he looked like he was munching on about a dozen distressed daddy-long-legs spiders. I couldn't help watching, like one does at a bad car accident.

I was interupted by one of our waitresses, the pudgy one wearing the apron tied too tight, as if to restrain some unseen violation. She wanted to know what we wanted to eat. I asked to eggs and bacon, sunny side up. I realized I had made a serious mistake when she wrote on her pad, "snotty" rather than "sunny". I now had the fear of God in me.

So my breakfast arrived with runny eggs and petrified bacon. Apparently the cook knew what "snotty" eggs were.

Interestingly, speaking of snot, earlier in the morning, we stopped at the Krispy Kreme store in Provo for a quick coffee and a donut, to get us going. We drove up to the place at about 5:55 AM, and the place didn't open til 6 AM. I guess people in Provo don't need coffee before 6 AM.

Anyway, as we were loitering in the parking lot, pressing our noses up against the glass, we watched our little donut friends go by in their own hot oil whirlpool bath, wondering which ones would eventually be ours. As we did this, a small truck drove up, and out jumped a little hispanic fellow, slammed the door, and immiediately grabbed two giant bags of garbage out of the bed of the truck and walked the 20 yards over to the dumpster and tossed them in. On his way back he performed what I call the "traditional cowboy's kleenex." You know how it goes: thumb to nostril, BLOW, scrape residuals off chin/shirt/pants/shoes with sleeve, rinse, repeat on other side/sleeve. Then he opened the door, walked in, and walked to the back to put his apron on. We watched this through the window, looked at each other, and without a word, shuddered in silent revulsion.

Needless to say, I asked for donuts that were already under the glass when we went in five minutes later.

So back to the trip. Richfield was very promising. In case you don't know, the biggest oil find in the US in the last 25 years was recently discovered in the area, and now there are oil companies chomping at the bit to get in there. As we drove around we saw lots of construction, nothing for sale. We drove a multi-family complex and the sign read, "First two phases sold out, now taking reservations for phase three." We may have a good opportunity here, as lot prices are still in the $40,000 range.

On to Cedar City. The person we were meeting there was 90 minutes late and we drove around there as well. We saw LOTS of homes for sale, and not cheap. What would sell for 150,000 in Salt Lake County was listed at 239,900 here. But we did notice a TON of inventory on the market. We stopped in at a realtor office that was recommended by the person we were suppsed to meet, and they reported that there is a GLUT of homes in the 240,000 to 550,000 range. They noted that if we could do homes in the 219,000 range, they could sell them like hotcakes at a county fair breakfast. That's because land costs are still so high that somebody buying a lot can't afford to produce a home for a reasonable price, unless it is built by TuffShed. they did note however, that homes on the upper end of the scale were still selling as well.

So we looked at a set of 24 lots abutting the local golf course, and feel like there are good possibilities in the 650,000 - 800,000 range. More research will be required.

On then to St. George. We had a guy in our office about 2 weeks ago. He basically dropped a subdivision of about 45 lots on the desk, and reported that he was going to be building in there and now was too busy. So we went to look. The area won't be plat-approved til about a month from now, but they have already gated the community, done the concrete fence around it, landscaped the outside, graded the lots, etc.

This will take a certain kind of buyer, but we feel like there are still some good possibilities in St. George for that upper-upper end home in the area.

Incidentally, my eyeball kept falling out, because it was so HOT THAT MY FACE WAS MELTING! By the time I looked down at my feet they were stuck to the pavement, and were big a floppy like duck feet.

Then on to Hurricane, where we have been dealing with a set of 16 lots. We have started construction on about 5 of them, and they are taking shape. We noticed another builder with 2 lots on the same street and called him up, wanting to know what he was selling the homes for, as they would end up being comps on our final appraisal. He reported to us that the homes are not selling well at all, they're bigger than ours, and there is just no traffic. That means reduced prices. Not good. We have some work there to do.

We then started back to Salt Lake and got home at 11 PM... long day, but we looked at a lot of good things.

7.20.2006

Two-faced advertising







Email advertising from countrywide:

BIG PRINT:
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SMALL PRINT:
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Too bad people pay WAY more attention to the big print than the small. I hear the print on Foreclosure Notice papers is more small than big.

Root of problem: Man accused of blinding wife with carrot tossed in anger

MONROE, Conn. - A 46-year-old man is accused of assaulting his wife with a carrot, causing her to lose sight in one eye. Roderick Vecsey is charged with second-degree assault and disorderly conduct.

Pamela Vecsey, 46, underwent six hours of surgery after being hit in the left eye with the vegetable Saturday night, but doctors were not able to restore her vision, prosecutor Stephanie Damiani said.

The couple was arguing when Roderick Vecsey tossed the carrot, Damiani said.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13922513/

In other lame news,

Cops: Man throws knife at judge after yielding hammer, fork, 2 other knives.

YORK, Pa. - The county sheriff has apologized for what he called an "embarrassing and egregious" security breakdown after court security workers missed a knife later allegedly thrown at a judge in a courtroom.

Terry Lee Rehm, 58, was arrested Thursday after authorities said he threw a 13-inch butcher knife at Judge Michael J. Brillhart, who was seated on the bench. The knife went over the heads of several county employees and a defendant and sank into a wall to the judge's left, authorities said. No one was injured.

Also found on Rehm after he was taken into custody were a 4-inch knife, a 3-pound hand-held sledgehammer and a utility knife with a blade, officials said.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13817324/

umm. Oops.

Making the (viral) email rounds

Got this in my email a few days back and again this morning. A co-worker also got it. I must admit I chuckled, then didn't think much of it, but then I noticed the file name of the picture itself:

"A Child's Last Day On Earth"

and I chuckled.

However, with the little 5 year old missing this week here in Salt Lake, I am certain her parents would choose to have their home, and everything in it painted by hand by their little girl..

But the picture IS funny though....

:)

7.18.2006

The Book Of Mormon story you DON'T know...

Saw this elsewhere and thought I'd do my part in perpetuating faith-promoting seminary stories:

Abercrombie and Fitch, of course, were the two older brothers of Nephi in the Book of Mormon, older than Laman and Lemuel, the ones we often read about. Abercrombie (Hebrew for "less is more") and Fitch (Hebrew for "yuck!") were trendy moguls of fashion in Jerusalem and were the reason why the family had silver and gold. Unfortunately, they were not only rebellious, but utterly shocked their parents in the New World by introducing immodest styles for men such as their "Nothing But a Loincloth®" line that became an instant hit with many locals in the hot climate of Mesoamerica. (Scholars to this day fail to recognize that many ancient Mesoamerican carvings and figurines of mostly naked people were actually part of early advertising campaigns for Abercrombie and Fitch's fashion shop and the related businesses spawned by their breakthroughs in fashion.)

Lehi was so disgusted that he burned their beautifully illustrated catalog, forcing Abercrombie and Fitch to start engraving their designs on metal plates which could not be so easily destroyed by fire. Yes, that's where the idea actually got started. Nephi tried to stop their repulsive business by stealing the plates and later realized he could use them for his own record, starting another enduring trend among his people. But Abercrombie and Fitch only escalated their business, drawing upon the shrewd business skills of their brother Laman who helped draw numerous locals and much of Lehi's family into the fold of their scantily-clad customers.

Lehi disowned them and decreed that there should be no mention of those two sons in any family records. And as the current record indicates, tensions between Nephi's group and his more fashion-conscious siblings escalated, forcing Nephi to head north in hopes of living life in a more modest environment. But once a fashion trend starts, it's hard to stop, and soon the land was sprawling with "Lamanites" - Nephi's euphemism for those who dressed with appalling bad taste (staying true to Lehi's command to never mention Abercrombie and Fitch again).

My Thought

It's so freakin hot out. I wish I could wear my sundress and get away with it. WAIT!! was that my "outloud" voice??!!

DELETE DELETE DELETE......

EEEKK!!

uh-oh. Dammit.

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Last year, President Bush pledged on behalf of America that we assist the world's poorest nations. Congress must now honor our pledge by writing the check to fund life-saving programs.

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7.17.2006

The Monday Pessimist

Do you remember the last time you said to yourself, after seeing some heartwarming occurrence, "Gee, that restores my faith in Humanity."

Do you remember that? Remember?

Well, take it all back, because you are wrong. Humanity has one and only one common denominator: I don't like you - I kill you.

With an insurgency in Iraq showing no sign of tiring, and a US occupation showing no sign of intelligence...

to the middle east where different factions of powerful terrorist organizations lob bad things at each other and all the civilians in the way, there seems to be no hope for humanity after all.

So, call in the United Nations Security Council. Yes, that will do the trick.

Seeing comments taped over the last few days, these men are nothing more than flacid wrinkly old men whose words are meaningless, and offer no real substance to anyone in harm's way. They are Pavlov's dogs, who do nothing more than offer old trained rhetorical statements to new conflicts as response to "what we've always said in situations like this", and problems that have been around so long, they're almost older than dirt itself. Almost older than the dirt over which they fight anyway.

RRRIINNGGG!!! Time for food!

Here's to a better Tuesday.