Monday, December 20, 2010

Happy Christmas

I'm about to leave for Christmas. When some of us think about Christmas we can't help but think of Santa and reindeer. Others picture snow and sleighs. Some even have visions of sugar-plums (whatever those are) dancing in their heads. For those of you that come Christmas time see bad British teeth, double-necked guitars, and very, very odd pants, this one is for you.



Merry Christmas everyone!

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Return of Christmas Tacos

Last year marked the first ever appearance of the Christmas tacos, but they graciously appeared again this year helping make themselves even more of a beloved holiday tradition.



Once again the tacos arrived in the form of pork and chicken to everyone's delight, but this year marked the first arrival of the Christmas chocotacos.



The Christmas tacos are more than an event filled with delicious tacos, but arrives with activities as well. Thanks to the Booths, this year's Christmas tacos came complete with a piñata that everyone agreed was superior to all other piñatas...ever!



Of course piñatas are to be smashed and broken open and as much as it caused conflicted feelings to hit such a relic we tried to follow the piñata law. Strange thing is that no matter what we tried, we could not break, damage, or otherwise harm this mighty U. Not even a furious roundhouse kick from Bowen could dent it. Then mysteriously, it split open revealing its blue contents.



While no mortal man could break this piñata, it would seem the piñata was purging itself of it's unfortunately colored contents. Despite the odd and sad color of it's contents, the piñata's prizes were accepted. Truly a Christmas taco miracle!



While some people clearly missed out on all the love and affection that fills the air when Christmas tacos are around...



...others were more than happy to receive of this bounty.



Another Christmas taco miracle! Caught by the camera too!

Thanks again to everyone who was able to share in the season and the warmth of the Christmas tacos. It just wouldn't be as special as it is without all of you.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Movie Review "The Other Guys"

One of the best ideas the movie business ever had was the concept of dollar theaters. These little babies only charge a dollar for all the glitz and glam of going out to the movies. The only catch is you have to wait till the movie is no longer relevant for it to arrive at one of these establishments. Don't let that fool you though, you can find some real gems in there like this one. If someone came and told me that Mark Wahlberg had a new movie coming out, I'd probably only be a little interested. I mean ticket prices these days are outrageous and I can play "Good Vibrations" anytime to get my Marky Mark fix. So you throw in Will Ferrell and tell me that he and Mark are cops. Ok, now I'm a little more interested. Add a little Samuel L. Jackson and The Rock as super cops? Michael Keaton as their police captain? Now this is getting tempting, but still probably not enough to get me to fork over the $10-$15 to go see it. This is the genius of the dollar movie theater. If I am only paying a simple buck then you better believe I'm interested in this movie. Shoot with a cast like that, I'd see just about anything for a buck. I'd say this one was worth maybe even 3 times that amount.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Book Review "Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell"

Lets say you have an idea for a story. Its a good idea full of good characters, but despite all that it is still just a touch too plain. What do you do? This book provides a perfect answer. Here we have a novel about early 19th century English gentlemen who largely discuss what it means to be an English gentleman and how an English gentleman best aids society and then they try and do that. And they do that for about 800 pages or so. Sure, if you are an early 19th century English gentleman or are otherwise interested in early 19th century English gentlemen this just might be your cup of tea, but for I daresay the majority of us, this probably sounds a bit boring. So here's what you do. Magic. You throw in some magic. Make some of those early 19th century gentlemen into magicians. Maybe add some mischievous faeries or something too. Oh and prophecies and legends. Everyone loves prophecies and legends. Toss in some gentlemanly magic rivalry and BAM! You've got yourself a bestseller. Susanna Clarke did this rather well here and that small additional detail made all the difference in whether I would read/enjoy this book or not. I am confident that this formula could spice up just about any story. If magic seems too played out to you then here are just a few other boring scenario panaceas that you could toss into just about anything to jazz things up:
  • Dinosaurs
  • Jet packs
  • Displacement from time and/or space
  • The Batman
  • Exotic or otherworldly locales
  • Nachos
  • Countdowns
  • David Bowie
This list really could go on and on. Go ahead and try inserting any of those into a story or scene and tell me it didn't make things more interesting. If you really want to think outside the box, try combining some of these. Imagine David Bowie showing up in a story riding a dinosaur outfitted with a time-traveling jet pack. You're really not going to read that? Fat chance.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Back from giving thanks

For the first time since moving to Seattle I went home for Thanksgiving. During those days home I was provided with plenty to be thankful for. Here is just a sampling:
  • Traveling with flowers. They were for my Mom's birthday, but the girls sending me smiles didn't know that.
  • Making it home despite empty threats of a snowstorm.
  • Keeping my streak of being lined up in Utah alive. Thank you cousin Maggie.
  • Dining at not only the Red Iguana, but also the Pie, the Wing Coop, and Crown Burger even with abundant leftovers in the fridge.
  • Making pies.
  • Plenty of time with family.
  • Flying back with a friend and watching Star Wars. Thank you not-cousin Maggie.
  • Returning to Seattle where I do not have to shovel snow.
  • And of course, this!


Moments after that occurred, I stood where that piece of history was made. Feels good to have everything right in the universe again.

As you can see, I have plenty to be thankful for.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Tío Tom

Once again, with barely any effort on my part, I became an uncle again. This time my other brother and his wife welcomed their first child to the world and named him Gabe. Here he is:



Something really important to keep in mind here is that, yes, he is swaddled in a badger pelt. You don't start out in life much more extreme than that unless you beat the badger, skinned it, and swaddled yourself with it's fur all on your own. To my knowledge Gabe did not do that...this time.

Gabe brings my nephew total to two. You know what that means? Competition for favorite nephew status has arrived. You hear that Peter? Its not a free ride anymore.

Congrats to my brother Dave and his wife Shannon!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Aww, look what you've done to 'em

Ok, so I get it. Dinosaurs had feathers. At least some did. Maybe this isn't too much of a punch to the gut for all of you, but I still am processing how I feel about it. I like looking at birds and imagining them as dinosaurs (I think that the Corvids are the best for this), but when you go and do something like this, well, its just a bit too much. Here's the problem I am getting at. Apparently scientists now think that T. rex looked something like this:



Look, I appreciate that you didn't go and slap some fruity colors on there, but maybe we can cool it a little on the whole "dinosaurs were just big birds" thing? I'm all for the pursuit of truth and all, but sometimes I wonder. Until we achieve the dream of cloning a T. rex and it comes out like a giant chicken with huge teeth I think we should maybe subscribe more to the "Calvin and Hobbes" theory of scientific reasoning.



Yeah, that sounds about right. In fact, all reasoning, scholarly or not, would benefit from such a philosophy. Just keep it cool.

I'm still on that thing

About a year ago I joined that Facebook thing. It distresses many people a great deal when you do not partake in certain technological fads and my roommates were no exception. After listening to them complain about it being hard to "tag" photos of me I entered my name in there and I appeased them. I've had a whole year to take advantage of this modern social networking marvel. Here are the many ways that my life has changed or otherwise been made better by being on Facebook:

...

As you can see it's been quite a ride!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Halloween trend

Maybe its the lack of materials or an incredible physique or at the very least an absence of shame, but Halloween has pretty much become a day in which I find a way to not wear a shirt.



Yes I am celebrating my Greek heritage and also highlighting that I am now officially licensed in the Socratic method (my philosophical doctor-ness if you will), but the important thing is that I am not wearing a shirt. Thats what I was really going for. And the girls? They clearly love it.




Shoot even if you slap a shirt on me, they still seem to dig it.



Bottom line is Halloween just appears to be a good time for me. Hope y'all enjoyed it too (the holiday that is).

Friday, November 5, 2010

All doctored up

Remember this date 10/25/10 for it is the day that I became a doctor...not a real doctor, but one that can wax philosophically about genetics and stuff. Thats just as valuable right? Everything went very well, better than I expected and really I had a blast defending this dissertation thing in front of a modest crowd. Of course I only got this far with a little luck and by relying on the competence of others, my boss most specifically.



I managed to have many bright people around me in the lab and department I worked in and they were often able to solve my problems or otherwise drive my research forward for me, but I made them laugh at lunch. I'd say thats a completely fair trade. You can tell that we are all scientists by our collective effort to make sure that we have no physical contact whatsoever with one another.



My parents have supported and encouraged me this whole time and they even made it up for the defense. I am told my Mom made a list of big, fancy words that I used in my presentation that I can explain to others if they are curious.



A wise man once told me to make sure I went to grad school some place that I would enjoy when the science was not very satisfying because that was inevitable. I cannot emphasize that last part enough. Seattle has been that place for me. While the city is lovely and all, the people here are really what has made it a blast. I couldn't picture everyone or all the things we have done together, but here is a sampling. Hopefully you do not all require a photo on my blog to know that I am grateful for our friendship.



Of course I owe almost all of this to a family full of wonderful examples. Being the youngest is pretty easy when all of these people precede you. You basically just have to do what you see them do and you'll be doing well with your life. They have certainly gotten me this far. I couldn't rightly finish a PhD studying dog genetics without thanking my dog too.



Those last 2 photos were in my presentation and I was told that I perfectly mixed the funny with the sappy in my remarks for all those pictured. So you were represented and thanked well.

Thank you to all for your support, encouragement, and most importantly your providing of distractions away from my PhD. I never could have done it without you. Now to figure out what a not real doctor does next...any ideas?

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The next level of parkour

A few years back, right when YouTube was just starting to become a part of every day life, we experienced a fascination with parkour. Well, at least a fascination with watching parkour videos on the newly part of every day life YouTube. What is parkour? Basically, it is fancy walking (and running and jumping) in spaces meant for regular walking.



I tell you what, we couldn't get enough of this stuff with all its flips, dives, and techno-like music. It even started showing up in TV shows and movies. Then like most things on the internet, we got bored with it. That is until parkour stepped it up and blew this thing up by getting a fearless dog in on the act!



Truly man's best friend. First of all, no way you ever get a cat to do that, at least on purpose. Second, why stop with dogs? Lets share this gift with all of the animal kingdom. Even if it may spell certain doom for us, I wanna see some parkouring bears!

Friday, October 15, 2010

Dang you fake Nobel prize

Did you know that there are fake Nobel prizes awarded every year? They are called the Ig Nobel Prizes and refer to themselves as prizes awarded "for achievements that first make people laugh then make them think". This years prize in Public Health claims that this is a health risk.



Manuel Barbeito, Charles Mathews, and Larry Taylor back in '67 published on the Microbiological Laboratory Hazards Of Bearded Men claiming that the beards of men that work in laboratories "retained microorganisms and toxin despite washing with soap and water. Although washing reduced the amount of virus or toxin, a sufficient amount remained to produce disease upon contact with a suitable host". Bravo gentlemen, clap, clap! As if I didn't have enough trouble all ready in the social scene, now you are going and telling everyone that I am a walking disease vector. Seriously, try and give me a list of things that microorganisms don't stick to. Why don't you mention the other things that get stuck in beards? Things like:
  • Ruggedness
  • Scholarly knowledge and wisdom
  • Bits of food for survival situations
  • Envy of lesser men
  • Small birds or animals in need of shelter
  • Trust
  • Wanton glances from members of the fairer sex
That is just a small sampling of what I found in my beard while I wrote this. If you consider the potential of all those, you might be willing to let a few germs hitchhike along for a bit. Nevertheless my beard is gonna go into hibernation till all this "health hazard" mumbo jumbo cools down.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

I cannot self-terminate

Is there a way that I can make this my signature on all my correspondences?



Or make sure that it is on my tombstone?

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Twice as nice

Nearly a year ago I finally had a chance to go and see Bob Dylan. Given his legendary status (and age) I took it, fearing that I may never get a better chance to see him. It was a good show. Little did I know that within a year of seeing him, I would get to see him again.



While Bob was one of the main acts of this year's Bumbershoot, he was really my only motivation for going to the music and arts festival. I think he played more or less the same show with the same band as the last time I saw him, but this time he had a white hat instead of black. Small details like that are not lost on me. The set list was mostly the same, but take a look at some of what he played and tell me you would be disappointed hearing some of these again:
  • Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 (with actual stoned people all around me, nice)
  • Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
  • Just Like A Woman
  • Desolation Row (played it for probably 9.5 minutes or so, awesome)
  • Highway 61 Revisited
  • Simple Twist Of Fate
  • Tangled Up In Blue (one that wasn't played last time, always wanted to hear it live)
  • Ballad Of A Thin Man
  • Like A Rolling Stone (this was the encore, aren't many better to end with)
Just like last time, I can't believe how many great and iconic songs I was treated to by Mr. Dylan. Even though it was very similar to last time, there was something special about this one that just seemed better to me. Maybe it was the outdoor venue, the larger, diverse crowd, the second hand pot smoke all over. I don't know, but it just seemed a bit more exciting!

One of my brother's favorite Dylan songs is "Tangled Up In Blue" so I snagged a bit of it for him. This would be the same brother who once put into words this truism:

"If you don't like Bob Dylan, you don't really understand music, you only think you do."



He didn't play the verse with one of his favorite lines in it, but he did play one with mine:

I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue


Thanks Bob! It was a great show and a great evening even though I am pretty sure a guy was trying to hit on me at the bus stop just before midnight. Yep, I said "a guy", meaning "a dude", but thats a story for a different day.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

In other news

It has come to my attention that some readers feel that my blog is too beard-centric. I'd hate for this blog to become too one dimensional so lets touch on some of my other favorite things; dinosaurs. I know that dinosaurs are not en entirely foreign topic for the blog, but it has been a while. Here we go!

After watching Jurassic Park if you had to rank the dinos in order of overall awesomeness I think your list would have to look like this:
  1. Tyrannosaurus rex
  2. The raptors
  3. All the other dinosaurs
While the T. rex is clearly the king of the dinosaurs, the raptors can't be too far off. They have speed, jumping, smarts (they can open freaking doors), and big, huge claws on their feet. Its hard to imagine anything being as bad to run into than these guys, but hey, it could be worse. At least they don't have 2 big, huge claws on their feet. Am I right? Whats that you say?



Ah shoot! Yep, there were some 2 clawed raptors out there so yeah, it could be worse. These belong to the recently uncovered Balaur. It still could be even worse. How? Well, you know what Balaur means? That is Romanian for "stocky dragon". So not only does it have 2 claws, it is also a bit bulky, as in "lots of muscles". One of the science guys who found Balaur had this to say with regards to it's stockiness and 2 clawness:

“[these ripped, clawed legs] would have allowed [Balaur] to subdue its prey more easily by itself, with deadly kicking blows, instead of trying to seize it or hunt it down in pack.”

A kickboxer with claws accompanying the kicks. Maybe it is only a couple of meters long, but I think you'd have to like your chances against a pack of wolves rather than going toe to 2 clawed toes with one of these guys.



Good thing they're dead.

In related news, this is waaaay more fun to write about than writing my dissertation.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Utah Utes Farewell Tour 2010

Fall doesn't bring too many wanted things with it. Sure the leaves change color and its cooler outside, but it also means that school is beginning, everything is dying, and winter is just around the corner. Fortunately to make it all worth it we are blessed with college football in the fall. More specifically we are blessed with these guys:



Yep, the Utes football season begins tonight against the Pittsburgh Panthers. This season is going to present a lot of challenges. We have a young defense, a tough schedule, and a target on our backs since today also marks the beginning of our MWC farewell tour as we prepare to depart and join the PAC10. Perhaps the most challenging thing is that I have no cable TV anymore which means all my viewing will be done at either sport bars or through semi-legal computational means.



Nevertheless one can't help, but be excited. Not even having to write a PhD dissertation can get in the way. Even children raised in completely unbiased households can tell there is something special going on. No, those are not my offspring, but we share about 25% of the same DNA. Clearly its the good part.



GO UTES!!!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Red beards

Science has recently discovered a new species of monkey. The extraordinary thing about this monkey is that it sports a big, bushy, red beard. In related news, these monkeys, despite only recently being discovered, have been rocketed to the front of the cool monkey line. Here's a picture:



Ha, ha! That is an entirely different red bearded primate. Here's the actual red bearded monkey:



The resemblance is amazing, but wait, there's more! The similarities between this and the previously pictured primate extend beyond awesome chin fur.
  • The red bearded monkey is a strictly monogamous animal. While the other red beard does not currently practice any sort of "gamy" he is certainly in favor of monogamy. Rarely he is actually spotted trying to establish such a pairing, but to no avail. He appears to need all the help he can get.
  • Because of deforestation, the red bearded monkey is an endangered species. Likewise, the other red beard is increasingly becoming an endangered species. Not because of deforestation, but rather from increasing age and his lack of any sort of "gamy" as noted earlier. If these trends continue, his kind will vanish from the earth. If thats not endangered then I don't know what is! Of course being endangered makes these red beards extremely rare and unique. The other red beard likes the way this sounds more than being endangered.
  • Interestingly enough, both the red bearded monkey and the other red beard agree that Transformers are way cooler than G.I. Joes.
Ah, so like us. As these kindred spirits clearly illustrate, the difference between monkey and man is perhaps smaller than we thought.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Red is my favorite color

In my lifetime I have made the same observations so many times that I am willing to state them as universal truths. For example, when it comes to pizza, ribs, and wings, you should always order a little more than you think you could eat. There is a lot of wisdom there. Of all these many deep reflections, the one I feel most confident about is as follows. Everyone looks terrific in red. There is no doubt in my mind about that. Don't believe me? Well science has proven it. I first reported on this back in 2008 when science discovered that women are more attractive when they dress in red. I always knew that. Now after years of more exhaustive research, science has shown that a man's appearance also benefits from the color red. So to summarize, everyone looks terrific when they dress in red. This news couldn't be any better for me.



How good is this for me? Well, in my closet at home I currently have:

1 red apron
1 red backpack
1 red bow tie
2 pairs of red gym shorts
1 red hat
4 red jackets
2 red jerseys
5 red polo shirts
5 red shirts
1 pair of red sneakers
1 pair of red socks
1 red sweatshirt
1 red swimming suit
9 red T-shirts
7 red ties

This bodes very well for me. As the article points out, red has always been associated with value and importance, even noting that the Romans called the most powerful men "the ones who wear red". Often red foods or candies are the most delicious. Why even sports teams are better off wearing red. Considering all this, I suppose it really shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that red also makes you more attractive. Nor should it shock anyone that didn't all ready know that red is my favorite color. Thank you science! Every now and then you actually do something worthwhile.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Movie Review "Inception"

Did you ever have a philosophy class in high school or college? Me neither, but like most people, I did see The Matrix. That was basic philosophy with guns, kung fu, and radical visual effects. Not only did it spawn several trends, but it even made discussing philosophy seem cool. Everyone would talk about the extremely basic philosophical idea presented in the movie as though it was thought provoking and worthwhile. Eventually, as is the case with most of philosophy, we realized that all this questioning got us nowhere and that the answers really didn't matter and so we stopped discussing it (plus some mediocre sequels made it seem less cool). If you miss those days then you should go see this movie. Its the same idea, but rather than questioning if this is all some horrible virtual enslavement by a bunch of evil robots, the question revolves around whether all this is really a pretty ordinary dream (don't worry, thats not the plot, just a theme). Like The Matrix, this basic philosophical idea has been given the Hollywood treatment with radical visual effects, but less guns and kung fu (but it does have zero gravity fighting and thats a lot like kung fu). Also like The Matrix this has and will generate many discussions about seemingly thought provoking and worthwhile topics, that ultimately are meaningless questions which accomplish little, but help you seem more intellectual. Still, like The Matrix, this is an enjoyable and entertaining movie that I liked. If only the discussions that follow it were as enjoyable and entertaining. In the movie the characters have items that help them distinguish reality from dreams. Shoot, I don't need any items to know what's real. So how do I know that all this isn't just something that I am dreaming? Because I am not Batman and I am not wailing on a guitar that has a cool "hot rod" flames paint job.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

To the World Cup

Another World Cup has come and gone. It truly is a special time in which we can finally and unarguably answer the question of which country is the greatest in the world. It is also a time when I have something new and far more entertaining to distract me with at work. Thank you World Cup! Here are some messages to the many participants of this year's World Cup. This is gonna be long.



To the African nations (Algeria, Cameroon, Ghana, Ivory Coast, Nigeria, and South Africa)...You were a good host as far as I can tell. You introduced the world to vuvuzelas, which weren't any where near as bad as they were cracked up to be. I so very much wanted to see you guys have more success. Your teams are always likable and fun to watch, but many of you had injury problems and tough draws. South Africa, I am glad that you scored the first goal of the Cup and you followed it with probably my favorite goal celebration. Algeria, you were part of one of the biggest goals of USA soccer history, unfortunately it cost you the game. Fortunately Ghana exacted revenge for you. Ghana, you made it out of the group stages and outplayed the USA only to lose in one of the most talked about games of the tournament. It's a shame that sometimes handballs are strategically the right thing to do. That was a terrible way to exit the World Cup.

To those I don't know anything about (Denmark, Honduras, New Zealand, Serbia, Slovakia, and Switzerland)...I don't think I watched any games you played in. I also don't think I missed anything important.

To France and Italy...You both played in the last World Cup finals and you both failed to advance out of the group stage this time. I liked this since you play boring soccer Italy and France, well, you're France. France you exited on an especially high note by adding more credence to French stereotypes.

To Australia...My friend cheers for you and so I support you when I can. You have neat jerseys. Plus you are called the Socceroos which is very likable. Unfortunately you are not very good and did not last long, but you did beat Serbia, helping Ghana to be the only African nation to advance.

To Greece...You are my homeland. I like your food. I like your jerseys. I like your nearly unpronounceable names. I even like your hairy fans banging on drums in the stands. Despite all of this I cheered against you when you played Argentina. Sorry.

To Slovenia...Your game against the USA was the real start to all the referee controversies of this Cup. Not sure that had anything to do with you, but that was clearly the biggest deal in the only game I saw you play in.



To the Koreas (North and South Korea)...North Korea you didn't win a single game. You were utterly destroyed by Portugal, but scored a goal against Brazil. There was a joke that the news back home told you that you drew and won those games. Unfortunately that joke is very believable with you. South Korea you advanced, but lost quite readily. I saw Argentina beat you 4-1 in which Gonzalo Higuaín scored a hat trick. I liked that.

To Japan...You faced the first of two penalty kick shootouts in the tournament. I hate penalty kick shootouts and so I feel bad for you, especially you Yuichi Komano. I heard that reporters brought your mother to tears over the "dishonor" of missing the PK that cost you the game. Fortunately the team was received as heroes and you were given a medal. Class act Japan.

To Chile and Paraguay...Both of you are in South America and I like South America (except for one part of it). South America did very well this Cup with all of its teams advancing out of the group stage. I would have been happy to see an all South American semifinals and it nearly happened until Europe got in the way...again. I didn't watch either of you play very much, but I really wish you had beaten Brazil (the unique part of South America I mentioned earlier) even though it didn't turn out to matter.

To Portugal...You had the most goals in any one game when you played North Korea. You also didn't score a single goal in any other game. This proved to be a poor strategy. Next time try spreading your goals out across games. Cristiano Ronaldo, despite being a good player, you are not very likable so I never watched you play. Prior to the Cup starting you were on the cover of Vanity Fair in your skivvies with another man (Didier Drogba) in his skivvies. You gotta be happy about that right?



To Brazil...You have won this thing a lot. The whole world seems to love you. Well you are also Argentina's rivals and I don't like you. I was not sad to see you lose. I liked watching the dutch Robben frustrate you with his constant attempts to draw fouls, but if it helps any, I ended up not liking Robben very much either.

To England...You are the self-proclaimed inventors of soccer. As such you think you are one of the best teams and everyone likes to pick you to win the Cup, sort of as a sleeper pick. You did win it in 1966 when you were the host country. Since then you have been shocked, surprised, and dumbfounded every World Cup when you lose. This year was no different (at least this time you had an historical bad call to complain about). However, this year you did give us the greatly unamused David Beckham and I liked that.



To Mexico...You were one of the first teams I ever cheered for in a World Cup. You consistently have great jerseys and your name, El Tri, is terrific. Unfortunately you keep running into Argentina in the World Cup and I have to cheer against you. I wish this wouldn't keep happening as I want to cheer for you, but such is life. You were one of the distinguished teams to get a raw deal from the refs. I still think you would have lost that match, but that is too bad. Tévez did score what I think may have been the best goal of the World Cup against you (not the offsides one) so at least you will be in a lot of highlight compilations on YouTube.

To the USA...You certainly play with a chip on your shoulder. I would recommend not adding to that by giving up goals in the first 10 minutes of your games. You are not the most talented squad and certainly not a very fast one, but boy you have a lot of grit and hustle. That got you through a lot. You're getting better USA and the nation is seeing that. If you could somehow make football less awesome you might become really popular. It helps that you, I think for the first time ever in the history of the group stage, managed to win a game that ended 1-1.



To Germany...You beat Argentina. You also did this in the quarterfinals in 2002. I do not like you. Usually saying something like "your coach eats boogers" would be a childish insult. Who knew that it would turn out to be factual in your case. I am surprised, but not upset that you didn't win this whole thing.

To Uruguay...You are a lot like Argentina and so I love you Uruguay. I think every country should have one, sort of like the USA with Canada. You were an easy team to support. I have a theory that you were one of the prettiest teams in the Cup, but I would need girls to look into that for me. Diego Forlán nearly won a World Cup for you single-handedly. I am glad he was deemed the best player of the World Cup. I was upset that you beat Ghana the way you did, but I couldn't bring myself to cheer against you.

To the Netherlands...Your jerseys are very iconic and I like them, but I had no idea I disliked your brand of soccer so much. If there is such a thing as "joga bonito" you must play the opposite of that, along with Italy. Though I was thrilled to see you get underneath Brazil's skin and beat them, I just couldn't pull for you. Maybe when you lose Robben I'll like you more.

To Spain...You were a lot of people's favorites to win this whole thing. I didn't think so. They were right and I was wrong. Still I was happy to see you win and am glad that there is a new World Cup champion who has never won it before. The final certainly wasn't pretty, but you pulled it off. Kudos to you!



To Argentina...Ah, Argentina! I have saved you for last. If it weren't for my time with you I probably wouldn't have cared much for this whole tournament. My soccer spirit was born in Argentina and having said that I can say, unbiasedly, that you are easily the most likable team in the world. No question about that (unless you talk to the Germans apparently). You are truly what all teams aspire to be, but you are still mortal. Your team is loaded with more talent than almost any other. You have wonderful fans and a classic jersey. You are always a favorite to win the whole thing. Nevertheless you almost didn't qualify and so I didn't know what to expect from you. I was pleased enough. You may have the world's best talent, but you also have one crazy coach. Turns out he made you the media darlings of the World Cup. He even appeared to be a decent enough coach, until you played Germany. I don't like Germany. And so you returned home again empty handed. One day I will see you lift the trophy, but not this time. Until then I'll be waiting.



There you have it. It was quite the ride. Like so many things, it didn't end the way I would have liked, but I am still glad to have had it. See ya in 4 years!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Just call me Uncle Tom...wait, is that ok to say?

Congratulations once again to my brother and his wife! Their family and by extension mine, has grown yet again with the addition of Lucy.



So that makes 1 nephew, and 2 nieces in the last 3 years or so. Being an uncle has not changed my life too much. I am sure this would be different if I was not nearly 3,000 miles away from the little critters. Such is the case and so these are the ways my life has changed thus far:
  • I can be called an uncle, though so far I have not been called that by my actual nephew or nieces. The girls get a pass for still being infants (especially Lucy), but not my nephew. He is long overdue.
  • When I call my brother I now get to listen to him ask my nephew if he would like to say hello to his uncle. He always answers very quickly and succinctly with a solid "no".
  • Don't need to spend as much time in the basement at home during the holidays as it is now a baby zone with a strategic scattering of toys everywhere and the fine smell of diapers. Shame thats where the TV is. Double-shame thats when the bowl games are played.
  • I have examples to refer to when I ask my parents "Was I like that?"
  • Now I can post pictures of babies on my blog. If any single girls ever actually read this thing, I bet they like this.
And there you have it. My experience as an uncle so far. I can safely say that as long as I am nearly 3,000 miles away, I am a decent uncle and can handle this. If that gap is ever lessened I'll get back to you. Keep up the good work guys and congratulations!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Good boy Obi

I've always had a dog and I have always liked them, enough to study them for my PhD. Some people really like dogs. Much like a dog eager for their owner to return home, they are eager to be with or talk about their dogs and they would do anything for them. I think that it is safe to say that over the thousands of years that we have domesticated and selectively bred dogs they have formed a bond with us, but we have also created a connection with them. No doubt the woman I saw today pushing her dog in a stroller understands this connection. Sometimes in cases like these it is really easy to look at this connection and think it is silly and even mock it. There are other times when you are reminded of that connection. This happened to me last week because of my dog Obi.



Obi was my roommate back home. When I have been away from home there have been times that I have missed having him around more than some people. I can't count the number of times that I have been on my way home from work thinking how swell it would be to have Obi at home here with me.



Obi was all ready old when I left home to go to grad school. He seemed older and older and less like his energetic, social self each time I have made it home while I have been away, but it has always been good to see him again and still share that room. Every time I made it back home I knew it might be the last time he would be there. Turns out that this was the case with my last visit home.



As someone who really hasn't lost many loved ones, it impresses me how much of an effect it has on me to lose a dog. When a man's dog dies, it is one of the 4 or 5 times that it is acceptable for him to remember his emotions and even let them show a bit and so I did. I know to some people a dog is just an animal and I understand that, but I bet anyone who has had a dog, cared for it, and been cared for by it can see that is not how I saw my dog. Obi was a real good one and I'll miss him.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Move Review "The A-Team"

You've all seen the Ocean's Eleven movies right? Its pretty much a group of dudes getting together and making some super complicated, delicate, highly improbable, and largely dependent on luck plans to pull of some major heists. Yeah, they're pretty cool (plus they all have my birthday brother in 'em). While watching them have you ever thought "I wonder what this would be like if it had more heavy artillery and explosions?" If you have then you just might like this movie. They don't have tuxes and there are no casinos in sight, but they do have machine guns and helicopters. They use these to pull of some ridiculously elaborate plans and almost all of them result in explosions too. They do all this with 7 less people! Their wisecracking is not quite as uber-cool as Danny Ocean and company, but they do have a parachuting tank that they fly. Thats always a pretty fair trade in my book. I don't remember really watching this show as a kid, but I do remember that it had one of the best opening themes ever and one of the coolest catch phrases of all time. All this movie needed was those and it would be well on its way to being good, but they kicked it up a notch and made it more than good. Flying tanks will do that.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sports and family

Few weeks back my Dad and brother came to visit. I often have family visit whenever the Tigers are in town to play the Mariners. It is nice having visitors that have been to Seattle so much that you don't have to really do the touristy things. You can focus on the important things, like sports and eating lots of food. We went to two Tigers games.




Thanks to Allen we had some terrific seats (see how close we were to the first base line?!). We were thrilled to see Verlander and Bonderman pitch and even more excited to see the Tigers winning in the 8th innings of both games. We were less happy seeing the Tigers lose the leads in both games and ultimately lose both of the games.

I was able to treat my Dad and brother to a special treat as the Sounders had a special exhibition game against Argentina's biggest club team, Boca Jrs. My friend Ben helped me get some tickets for them and a couple of friends.




You can tell that my Dad is a big soccer fan. He was a good sport for supporting me and my love for all things Argentina. I didn't expect Boca to play at its full potential, but I still thought they would compete.



Instead they did not compete at all and lost rather easily to the Sounders 3-0. So for those of you keeping track I went to 3 games with my family. The reason for attending these games was to cheer on the Tigers and Boca. Our team lost every game we saw. That was sort of a downer. It wasn't a total loss as we did get to see them close the roof during one of the baseball games. I had never seen that before. That is sort of like seeing your favorite team win if your favorite team is a bunch of modern engineers. And at the soccer game I was given a new Argentina scarf (thanks Chris) and a nice chica argentina told me see liked my jacket. So it wasn't all bad.

Once we finished watching all these sports I took off with my family and went to my brother's new house in Boise where we met up with his wife and my Mom. There I did what any man would do in Boise; I tore trees out of the ground with my bare hands. Yep!



Thanks for the visit Dad and Dave! It was great to be with family even if the impetus for our reunion turned out to be seeing our teams lose.