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Thursday, November 25, 2004
Basket-Brawl
I don't think that any player should ever go after a fan in the stands. Artest should be done for the season for his failure to control his emotions. And the players that followed him into the stands should also receive stiff penalties, which they have.
I also think the fans should be held accountable. The mentality of some fans seems to be that there is a barrior between them in the stands and the players on the court. Because of this barrior they can say anything, throw anything and they are safe, behind the barrior. As the players were leaving the court, all the fans throwing things on them were only further inciting the situation. Any fan that comes onto the court gets what they deserve. I don't think a fan would come up to Ron Artest on the street and throw their beer at him.
X-Giving
Tomorrow we are going to walk through Central Park and down 5th Avenue, then we are going to watch the Aggies beat the hell outta t.u. (That is what we call university of texas at A&M)
Saturday we are going to walk around downtown.
Hope everyone has a happy Thanksgiving.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Jumping Jacks, Ready, Begin
1-2-3-2
1-2-3-3
1-2-3-4
How come they count jumping jacks like this? 1 - hands up, 2 - hands down, 3 - hands up, 1 - hands down? You have to do 2 jumping jacks just to get one? Why?
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Bonfire, We Shall Never Forget
My roommate at the time and I were awaken that morning with a call from his father informing us of the collapse. All day the news helicopters circled the campus trying to get the best shot. Signs reminding us to call home were posted on campus. As all know, 12 of our best and brightest students were lost forever in the tragedy. These students were valvictorians, Eagle Scouts, extraordinary men and women. They were doing something they loved, something for an institution they loved.
It was the hardest day in most of our young lifes. No one knew what to do. We just seemed to hold on to each other and keep going. It was the most incredible time in my life. As the afternoon went on, spontaneous prayer groups met. It is quite a site to see a prayer gathering at a secular unviersity where you can't see the ground for all the people kneeling in prayer. The the memorial service after the program was over I will never forget as we all spontaneously put our arms around each other and sang Amazing Grace. Truely amazing the way the campus came together in our worst moment.
The football game with our rivals, the University of Texas followed the day after Thanksgiving. We build Bonfire to demostrate our burning desire to beat the hell out of t.u. (as we call UT). I don't think anyone knew how to act. But again, we all just hung onto to each other and kept going, yelling our lungs out as A&M upset the Longhorns. I remember telling my mother before the game that I didn't think I could do it, but I did, we all did.
Bonfire, if it never comes back, in it's last hurrah took from us 12 of the greatest kids you would ever be pleased to know, and also it did what it has always done, united a diverse group of students and former students into one big family. I will never forget those 12, nor will I ever forget that terrible, yet remarkable time in my life. Softly call the Muster, let comrade answer "here"...
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Enough with Reality
Monday, November 15, 2004
Live from the Upper West Side
I've seen them do reports about something in a neighborhood and they will have a reporter, "Live on the scene in University Park," and it is dark so you can't see anything but the reporter. This is almost as dumb as making the poor chump stand out in the hurricane to tell us it is really windy.
Does anyone know why this happens?
Friday, November 12, 2004
Exburbs - Utopia
On the one hand, people move to exurbs because they want some order in their lives. They leave places with arduous commutes, backbreaking mortgages, broken families and stressed social structures and they head for towns with ample living space, intact families, child-friendly public culture and intensely enforced social equality. That's bourgeois.
Today I'm back reading the letters to the editor and there were 5 on this article. Here are some samples.
There is nothing utopian about the exurbs. They are without public space save the shopping mall parking lot, their people do not saunter, the landscape is uninspiring, neighborhoods are often gated, and there is no place to assemble for protest. The exurbs are isolated from diversity, removed from the conversations of the world community and free from the sight of poverty, homelessness and class division. -Michael Oman-Reagan, New York, NY
So Republicans won in part because they courted voters who preferred to move away from society's problems rather than face and fix them? -Jonathan Carey Astoria, Queens
The responses are more interesting than the article. Both letters could be dismissed immediately because I doubt either writer has been to an exburb to see for themselves. Our experience with native New Yorkers is they have no clue what living anywhere else is like. This is interesting because living in New York City is different than living anywhere else in this country.
But lets dig deeper. First my experience. I grew up in Clear Lake City, a suburb of Houston, TX. But it could be argued that it was an exburb because we lived there because my dad worked at NASA and while I was growing up, most residents worked in Clear Lake for the space industry. As Clear Lake grew into a suburb, ie more commuters moving in, more subdivisions were built. All of these master planned communities included parks and public space. The assumption that there are no public spaces is absurd. I won't touch the "protest" arguement.
The assumption of people moving away from the problems of society is a bit of a reach. My wife and I live in the Upper West Side, but we have no kids. When we lived in Dallas, we also live close into the city center. Both locations we loved. But, when we want to have a family we can't afford to stay in the Upper West Side. It is easy to accuse me of moving away from problems of society when we move back out to the suburbs or back to Texas when we have kids, but it is not true. We would love to stay here with a baby, but can't afford it. I see nothing wrong with moving to a location that will provide an easier life to my family.
Just because you live in the city doesn't mean you are not escaping from the ills of society. This is classic city snobbery. It is just as easy to ignore the homeless man as to never see the homeless man. Mixing with different people of different social and economic backgrounds is only a positive if it changes the way you act. As far as diversity of thought, the Upper West Side of Manhattan, where I live, has less diversity of thought than I have ever experienced anywhere I have lived. The exburbs are probably more educated than any other area and I'm sure have very intellectual conversations about world events. I know in Texas we have to put up with liberal rich Yankees telling us how to do things, so why wouldn't this be the case in other exburbs? New Yorkes love to think they know everything about how one should live, but they don't necessarily practice what they preach, nor do they have a clue about what they are talking about.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
College Football Run Amuck
Whichever side you tend to believe, this is another stain on college football. Anyone that knew a football player while attending college with a big time team, knows this stuff happens all the time. The NCAA is the one that turns the blind eye. Why? Because everyone is getting rich off these kids, colleges, NCAA, networks, the list goes on. I'm not advicating paying college players, in fact I'm strongly against that. What I want is for the NCAA to really come down on a program the size of Ohio State. They were willing to take football away from SMU which has all but ruined the entire athletic program, why aren't they willing to go after an Ohio State?
With the money involved now in college football, even the legitimate money, it is doomed to be plagued by scandal.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
NYC Marathon - Victory for Democrats??
One thing I love to read in the paper is the letters to the editor. (I now read them online as giving money to the Times is suddenly not that worthwhile for me.) I ran across this letter today.
To the Editor:
I was near the finish line of the New York City Marathon on Sunday afternoon. There was a huge TV monitor so people could see themselves coming into the home stretch and a band playing. Some of us were looking up in awe at a hawk perched on a lamppost.
A police officer was speaking into a bullhorn urging runners on, telling them they could do it, they could accomplish what they started. There were runners and onlookers from all over the world.
I had a similar feeling of community last week when everyone was out on the street at 10:30 one night gazing at the eclipse of the moon.
Those "red" states could do a lot worse than to take a page out of the "book" that is New York City. We New Yorkers have our differences and our difficulties, but we revel in opportunities that unite us - we crave them. This is in sharp contrast to those who sparked and promoted divisiveness in the recent election campaign.New York City thrives on its diversity. It sets a great example!
Olivia Koppell
Bronx, Nov. 7, 2004
I hate to burst Olivia's bubble, but I was at the marathon on Sunday here in New York, and I've been to a marathon in a "red" state, and I can't say that the atmosphere was much different. It might also be worth noting that a great number of those people yelling encouragement might have been from "red" states too, or worse, gasp, voted for Bush right here in New York. What does politics have to do with the marathon? Why did the Times publish this?
I have failed to discover how the left hating Bush is Bush's fault, can someone explain it to me?
Bubba