Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time
So how exactly does one expect life to go after they've
done this to themselves? Lots of lucrative job offers? Classy women? Stable home life?
Wouldn't it be great to sit down with this guy over a cup of coffee and discuss the ramifications of Alito's Supreme Court confirmation or the subversive effect Hamas is having in Middle Eastern politics? Maybe ask what he thought of
Brokeback Mountain.Or maybe not.
Waiting For That Other Shoe To Drop
One of the biggest concerns on every mind over here in Germany is if/when they'll be moved somewhere else because of plans to reduce the U.S. military prescence in Europe.
Well,
some details came out today.
Baumholder, where I work, isn't mentioned. Guess I get to stay here a little while longer.
Or maybe they'll announce it's closing tomorrow...
Honk Honk
Here's the best car commercial you'll see for awhile,
courtesy of Honda.
Even More Pretty Pictures / Pretty Sounds
Another site has decided to go with fifteen more videos than the fifty I linked to the other day.
Check them out
at m3 online.
If any of my students from today see this, you might be shocked to find Sigur Ros at the top of this new list. In fact, Sigur Ros are on the list a couple of times. Yes,
that Sigur Ros.
Pretty Pictures / Pretty Sounds
Have some spare time and bandwidth? Then you could do worse than to check out a few of the videos listed on the Docopenhagen list of
Top 50 Music Videos of 2005.
Personal faves (when I'm in a romantic mood): The Strokes' "Juice Box" (call me a softie) and Oasis' "Let There Be Love" (very Beatlesque).
Sign Language
That photo is on the cover of
today's Stars and Stripes. It's a picture taken last September of a Marine who'd just been injured in a roadside bombing showing what he thought of the bomber.
Now while I can certainly sympathize with the Marine's feelings at the time and don't blame him for the gesture, I do hope that photo doesn't become the iconic image that everyone remembers this war by. I mean it's certainly not
the kiss from World War II, now is it?
You Must Be Kidding Me
From
The Wall Street Journal:
Insisting that God "certainly needs to be involved" in the Supreme Court confirmation process, three Christian ministers today blessed the doors of the hearing room where Senate Judiciary Committee members will begin considering the nomination of Judge Samuel Alito on Monday.
Capitol Hill police barred them from entering the room to continue what they called a consecration service. But in a bit of one-upsmanship, the three announced that they had let themselves in a day earlier, touching holy oil to the seats where Judge Alito, the senators, witnesses, Senate staffers and the press will sit, and praying for each of the 13 committee members by name."We did adequately apply oil to all the seats," said the Rev. Rob Schenck, who identified himself as an evangelical Christian and as president of the National Clergy Council in Washington.Read more if you can stand it.
As If You Had Free Time
Got a few minutes, few hours, few days worth of unspent time? Me neither.
But if I did, then I might spend a few of those at
goodexperience.com. They've got links to a whole slew of free (!!) online games just ripe for the clicking.
An Engagement
I don't know what you got for Christmas, but I got engaged.
Marcela and I have decided to get married sometime much later this year -- probably between Christmas and the new year. Exact time and place are up in the air. Suggestions are welcome.
And for the record, yes, I did plan-out a really cute / semi-elaborate proposal, and yes, that plan went all to hell. It's a funny story, and if you get us a nice wedding gift, you'll get to hear it. I might even tell it to you anyway because it makes me look like an awfully sweet guy and Marcela shows that she's very understanding even when the knight in shining armor can't get his act straight.
Oh, and the picture above was taken maybe five minutes after she agreed that spending her life with me wouldn't be such a bad thing. You can probably make out a bit of relief on my face.
