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Work isn’t the cage
it’s the money we hold;
some people don’t mind
‘cuz their shackles are gold.
“They’re bracelets, mere trinkets,
and we know what’s ours,”
cry the imprisoned as
I stare through the bars.
Tho I don’t walk freely,
I will always refrain
from gilding the burden
Of my ball and chain.
The EPL season is winding down with little to celebrate. The same two teams are on top of the table, regardless of their uninspiring play. The middle of the table is secure; Liverpool climbed out of the basement so long ago that it’s difficult to remember that they were ever facing relegation. Plus, I can’t get too worked up for any of the the teams fighting to avoid the drop. I guess I wouldn’t mind if Blackpool hung around, but unless a back-room deal between them and the Red Devil Scum is formed, I’d say the Tangerines are as good as gone.
Manchester City is still in the FA Cup, which I attribute to my recently purchased Adam Johnson jersey. Their Premier League play, however… It’s as if they didn’t want it enough. They played decently against lesser teams, but when they faced the “big boys,” any offensive attack was abandoned. Hopefully this weekends FA Final will give me a reason to celebrate.
Which brings me to Arsenal.
Arsenal had a decent season with a couple exciting victories (12/17 v Chelsea comes to mind), but with those were some of mind-boggling losses and draws (2/5 v Newcastle: wow). They will finish third in the league for the second year running, plus they didn’t bring home any silverware. Years like these there is only one thing left for the Gunners to celebrate: St. Totteringham’s Day.
St. Totteringham’s Day, also referred to as St. Totteridge’s Day falls on whatever day the Arsenal secure enough points to mathematically finish ahead of arch-rival Tottenham Hotspur. This year the Gunners celebrated it on May 7th when Tottenham drew 1-1 with Blackpool, but the bliss of St. Totteringham’s Day really lasts until the first derby between Spurs and Arsenal next season.
Graphic is based on St. Alban. He was one of the first British Christian martyrs and is a patron saint of torture victims, which seems appropriate for Arsenal supporters. He was decapitated.
I’m not a PETA person, per se, but people putting apes in productions for profit plagues my principles.
It’s unpardonable that poor, precious primates are pulled from their parents, pandered as pets, prevented from a proper upbringing, and then placed in a prison when it becomes impractical to suppress their prodigious power.
I pronounce The Great Ape Pledge to be a praiseworthy program, in which I will proudly participate.
And so should you.
“My” team is going to a cup final. I’m not sure how excited I should be. It isn’t USA or Brazil in the World Cup, it sure wasn’t Notre Dame for the March Madness Cup (go with it…), and it sadly won’t be the Red Wings fighting for Lord Stanley’s cup. It’s the team that I only started following last summer, and for that reason I’m not sure I deserve to celebrate.
Before the EPL season started, I was drawn to Manchester City because they had Robinho. He was off the team before I even had a chance to buy his jersey. I figured once he was gone I’d go back to mildly supporting Everton; I like Tim Howard, they have a couple of Irishmen and their beer sponsor isn’t horrible. But then I started cheering for Man City. They were quick, albiet not as graceful as Arsenal or tough as Man U. Carlos Tevez, who I initially loathed on principle, is fascinating to watch when he’s in top form. I’m pretty sure their 9/25 win over Chelsea sealed my fate as a fan. It also didn’t hurt that I really like their kits.
So here I am, a new supporter to a band-wagon-able team. I bought a jersey and a scarf. Now what do I do?
Turns out, there’s an app for that. I mean, there’s a website for that: Bluffer’s Guide to Manchester City. I already knew most of the trivia, but I still think it’s notable. The team has basically acknowledged that they are so awesome as to attract new fans, and instead of pooh-poohing our newfound support, they are welcoming us with open arms.
via Pitch Invasion
Photo by Johnny Vulkan/
You don’t need to be an artist to take something away from this: Don’t Look Down
I can’t remember if I posted a link, and can’t check it due to blogger.com’s interruption this week. There should be another post or two here, which will hopefully be restored once all the king’s horses and all the king’s men put our poor Blogger together again.
Just in case I didn’t post a fun link, have a go at this:
I was turned onto astronomy during a trip to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon with my mom. Our visit happend to be concurrent with the Tucson Amateur Astronomy Club meeting, which meant dozens of telescopes were set up for anyone and everyone to look through. I stood with my binoculars next to the fancy high-tech and homemade scopes and marveled at the sky. Websites like the Photopic Sky Survey remind me that the awe I felt at thirteen-years-old didn’t fade away, it’s just been a bit clouded by humidity.
via Now for the Science Bit blog
Tuesday night’s game between the Red Wings and the Sharks was one of the most exciting televised sporting events I’ve seen this year. I know I’m not the only one to have this opinion.
So why can’t I watch the Stanley Cup playoffs on regular cable? I was aware that regular season games wouldn’t be available, but if even the playoffs are relegated to one channel, why isn’t Versus included in standard programming?
I understand that hockey might not be as popular in Kentucky as other places, but all winter I’ve only been able to catch games on Fox Sports South. I almost became a Predators fan. Worse, because I enjoy hearing the games as I watch them (and there isn’t a Detroit bar in Lexington), I’ve been at the mercy of my friends with access to Versus. That wouldn’t be all that bad if they weren’t a Coyote and a Sharks fan.
Maybe there will be a concurrent NFL/NBA lockout that will force NBC to nationally broadcast games. One can only hope.
In the meantime: Go Wings.
I come from a family of photographers. When my grandfather was in the Navy during WWII, he was issued a camera instead of a gun and had darkroom duty instead of cleaning detail. My father put himself through Notre Dame behind the lens and both siblings were photo editors on our high school’s newspaper. Why the Murphys have an affinity for the captured image, I have no idea. All I know is that I “come by it honest”.
Unfortunately for me, the age of film is ending (perhaps already gone). I have dozens of unexposed rolls of black and white 400 film in my fridge, just waiting for me to load them into my (slightly light-leaky) camera. Though I’m regularly seen behind the viewfinder, these days it’s usually my dSLR. What I really want is to combine the old with the new.
Fortunately, companies like Photojojo know how to appeal to people in my predicament with products like the USB Film Roll ($20). This 4GB jumpdrive lets people know you remember what film is even though you live in a digital world. Use it to store all the photos you aren’t taking with your old camera, or digital transfers of your negatives.
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This is really smart:
AquaNotes sells a waterproof notepad ($7), specifically for the great ideas you come up with while showering. No more forgetting that life-changing invention that hit you while shampooing!
Browsing the “see also” list on Wikipedia’s Occam’s Razor page, I made a beeline for “Murphy’s Law.” Being a Murphy, I’m relatively familiar with the phrase, but I’ve never looked into its origin. I clicked the link and saw this:
|Not to be confused with what?
Turns out, “Muphry’s Law” is fairly recently-coined adage that states “if you write anything criticizing editing or proofing, your writing will contain some kind of typo”. It’s the Murphy’s Law of literary criticism, and I’m a firm believer.
The law, as defined by John Bangsund of the Society of Editors states:
(a) if you write anything criticizing editing or proofreading, there will be a fault of some kind in what you have written;
(b) if an author thanks you in a book for your editing or proofreading, there will be mistakes in the book;
(c) the stronger the sentiment expressed in (a) and (b), the greater the fault;
(d) any book devoted to editing or style will be internally inconsistent.
Muphry’s Law also dictates that, if a mistake is as plain as the nose on your face, everyone can see it but you. Your readers will always notice errors in a title, in headings, in the first paragraph of anything, and in the top lines of a new page. These are the very places where authors, editors and proofreaders are most likely to make mistakes.
So this is why my book reviews are so hard to edit. Also, now I know how difficult it is to misspell my name on purpose.
Source: Muphry’s Law on Wikipedia, Canberra Society of Editors
Whenever I see you,
It’s Always a treat to see you forming a
smile and Kicking your feet. Don’t worry about
schedules, we have Enough time. Just know that
we’re with you and keep Up the climb.
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Ever want to know how many people are living in space? Well now you can at howmanypeopleareinspace.com. Genius name, no?
Today there are six people in space.
|I can’t even vote on Mars
Have you ever been told to “act your age”?
You were probably doing something immature or foolish at the time and the speaker undoubtedly wished to admonish you.
Now you can prove that you are acting your age by informing your would-be scolder that you are only 12-years-old (…on Mars).
Your Age on Other Planets
This weekend I finally got around to the honey-dos that have been on my list since December. The first task was to hang a screen door so that we can leave the kitchen door open once it warms up again. We purchased an 80″ t-bar door ($20, Home Depot) for an 85″ frame, which gives the cats enough space to come and go. To keep the bugs out, I attached some extra screen to the foot of the door with a staple gun.
I was pretty please with myself until I realized that the door sticks in the upper corner, just enough to be annoying. We live in a fairly old home, so it’s no surprise that the door frames aren’t perfectly square. Hoping to trim enough wood off the door to fix the problem, I dug though the Trader Joe’s tote that holds my tools and the best I came up with was fine sand paper and a box cutter. Twenty minutes later, I found myself calling for an axe.
Though I’ve mentioned the axes from at Best Made Company, what I really want is something smaller, such as the Swiss Camping Axe ($39). Though I’m sure the proper tool for this particular job is a plane, I think an axe would be handy around the house or, as the name implies, while camping.
Source: Garrett Wade
There are certain disadvantages to watching soccer in English. For example, I didn’t know this brilliant commentary existed until reading the Dirty Tackle’s interview with Teal Bunbury.
Here’s that dance again:
I would be worth $3,198,720.
Hey, big spender…
Chad Ochocinco will never be the nation’s favorite American football player. It just won’t happen. His showmanship (or tomfoolery depending on who you ask) and his self-confidence (or ego-maniacal delusions) will always endear him to some and make him repulsive to others. Now, this is a European Football/ American Soccer (or Olde Worlde Sissy-ball depending on who you ask) blog and you could not be faulted for asking how much attention should be given to Ocho’s workouts with Sporting Kansas City. After all, this is just an overpaid prima donna seeking attention during a work stoppage of the NFL. It’s a publicity stunt. What good could possibly come from it?
The MLS has always struggled to carve out a spot for itself in the saturated American sports market. It pains me to say it, but the MLS ranks somewhere between professional eating and the WNBA (I won’t say in which order the three leagues are to be ranked) in terms of attention garnered by the average American. Despite the number of kids playing soccer in the suburbs, the U.S. has yet to churn out a true soccer superstar. Yeah, yeah, Landon is respected across the world and Clint Dempsey has played well for Fulham. But while we have any number of elite-level athletes in the NFL and NBA born, raised, and trained here in the U.S. but our best soccer players are generally regarded as “above-average” at best abroad.
So what does all of this have to do with our man 85? Is this five-day experiment going to change the course of American soccer? Will the NFL lockout single-handedly create the vehicle of its own demise in the form of the MLS?
In a word: Hell no. (Numbers were never my strong suit.) However, The Ochocinco Project does bring attention to the MLS. Even better, Chad has been genuine in his gratitude and excitement to make the most of his opportunity. Rather than turning this whole event into a circus or NBC reality show, both Ochocinco and Sporting KC have treated the experiment with a true sense of professionalism. This professionalism has given legitimacy to the league.
It also means something to have a premier athlete actually wanting to have a chance to playing in the MLS. Yes, he is currently locked out of his real job. Yes, he has not been incredibly successful. This won’t propel the MLS ahead of the MLB, NBA, or NFL. But you know what it might do? Expose a few more fans to the MLS, or even soccer in general. Maybe a few kids who would’ve given up on soccer early in their lives will stick with it. Wishful thinking? Absolutely! But take this experience for what it is, a rare publicity stunt worth getting behind.
After most major disasters, it’s always interesting to see the different ways that people show their support. My favorite gesture was made by Valencia, who printed all the players names in Japanese for their game against Sevilla.
Source: Uni Watch, Yahoo Sports
Also, check out Brasil’s all black kit. They will be like ninjas! The Beautiful Gear blog (which is a beautiful, beautiful blog) has me really excited about all the new national kits. I might actually buy the new USMNT third kit. The red base is really striking, I can’t wait to see them in action against Argentina on Saturday.
“Alexandrine Poetry Type is a line of poetry that has 12 syllables and derives from a medieval romance about Alexander the Great that was written in 12-syllable lines. An alexandrine is used to describe a line of poetic meter.” Most of the examples I could find were in French, but I’m still pretty sure it rhymed and only the last line was 12 syllables.
An Alexandrine look at Libya:
How hard for Gadhafi, he’s all alone;
The allied forces just increased the no-fly zone.
The US issued targeted air strikes,
Libya will be fighting on camels or bikes.
I enjoy structure, not to contradict,
but alexandrine poetry is just too strict…