Checking in on today’s game: I am officially sick of Phil Hughes. He’s in his seventh season and still can barely pitch five innings. He’s never going to develop into the starting pitcher the Yankees hope he can be if they don’t leave him in the game, even when he’s not doing well, and let him learn how to pitch. That’s big gripe I have about the way the Yankees handle their young pitching.
Ah, Rutgers. I fondly remember professors throwing basketballs at my head and calling me a fairy until I finally got my degree. At least those guys got results!
University of Iowa lost the final game of the National Invitation Tournament, so The Daily Iowan showed a picture of a bunch of sad basketball players on its front page today. They shouldn’t be sad about losing, though. They should be sad about being in the NIT.
I saw this bumper sticker today:
If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you are reading it in English, thank a solider.
Because of course, if the British had won…
What would you do if you bit into a Cadbury Creme Egg and found a Peep inside?
I wonder if, just as every Apple CEO from now on will have to pull on a black turtleneck once a month and demonstrate electronic gadgets like some kind of avant-garde door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman, the new president of Venezuela will have to wear a red Oxford shirt for a three-hour television rant every Sunday.
The little media dust-up about Yahoo ending telecommuting for its employees perplexed me. First of all, I’m surprised that one company’s telecommuting policy became so newsworthy. Second, I don’t think telecommuting is going anywhere. At any rate, I would not want to work at home. I like going to work. I like keeping work and home separate. I do not want to bring headaches from my job into my home (it happens enough as it is). Fortunately, and despite the increased office work I have nowadays, being a park ranger makes telecommuting a faintly ridiculous option.
I used to think life was what happened in between Star Wars movies but now I think it’s what happens in between releases of Sim City. The new Sim City went on sale today for PCs. It will go on sale for Mac sometime this spring. While that does not quite make me regret switching to Mac, it almost does. But not quite.
The lint trap in our dryer doesn’t trap so much lint. We could have stuffed a pillow with all the lint the manager pulled out of the clogged vent today. Nevertheless we got our first dry loads of laundry in a while.
Jeremy and I used to walk past a laundromat in Greenwich Village or Union Square named “Laundrobot.” I didn’t just like the name, I also thought it a good employment of robots.
The Northeast has been getting the kind of winter weather that, when I lived there, I always expected to find in the Midwest. The winter weather in Iowa has been decidedly Long Island-like lately: around freezing with rain as likely as snow. We expect thunderstorms today, with highs in the fifties. Try shoveling that.
Kevin Youkilis will be joining the Yankees next season. I never liked him much. Sort of a drama queen, always howling and overreacting. He’s a decent player, though, and if he can arrest his decline I think he’d be a sufficient offensive replacement for Nick Swisher.
A couple came in to buy their Senior Passes today. They were both over seventy, but I had to see their IDs anyway. The man pointed out that his wife was six days older than him. “She’s a cougar,” he said.
Can it really be true that Hostess is going under? Even though I never, ever, ate their products, there is something comforting about the existence of Twinkies— it adds value to the choice of an apple or banana for a snack. Then again, almost nothing about Twinkies ends well, as in diabetes or assassination, so perhaps the demise of Hostess was inevitable.
“Monocles and Manacles: The Institutionalization of Lunatics in 1890s Cambridge, England”
At work I actually heard someone refer to today as “Armistice Day.” Perhaps he was looking forward to doing the Charleston or simply wondering what Jiggs and Maggie will be up to in today’s funny pages.
Forget the Age of Dinosaurs. If I ever travel back in time, I’m going to the Age of Cyanobacteria. Exciting!
People I know from the East Coast are checking in a couple at a time. Everyone seems to be okay. Meanwhile here I am in Iowa, high and dry and insulated by miles and miles of America. I was once on the other side of the catastrophe telescope, something I wouldn’t wish on anybody (I used to call it “Disasterland”), let alone my friends and relatives.
If it wasn’t for National Geographic, I wouldn’t know anything at all about penguins.
While traveling through Ronald Reagan Airport in Washington, D.C. this week I wondered, what’s it like to be an air traffic controller there?