I haven't had much time lately, so my posting has suffered a bit. I appreciate the continued comments on previous posts, and the excellent advice. This is especially true of my relatives to the north. There must be something about the long cold winters that generates the kind of wisdom I've been seeing in their posts. If you have the opportunity to do a conversion from vodka to beer that would be appreciated. After all, you are the math people. Fractions scare me... I think it's the line... could be the small numbers... I cant say.
Nothing new to report on the continued grind that is my emotional collapse. I am keeping my chin up and keeping busy. I suspect that if you spend time watching the markets, you will have noticed the upward trend in the commodities surrounding the brewing industry. If you know my proclivity for consumption, make your investment decisions accordingly.
The phone conversations with my friend from out west, after meeting in Vegas to catch-up, have been great. It's always nice to have a kindred soul out there. Even if they live 2000+ miles away.
Shout out (to use a term ANON. seems to like) to my new friend Jim for keeping me in a long string of happy hours. Thanks for keeping me grounded.
To all the rest that I'm either forgetting or trying to forget... thanks or good riddance accordingly.
- ND
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Music that fits my mood...
(In constant sorrow through his days)
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised)
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.
[chorus] He has no friends to help him now
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
[chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train.
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.
[chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
[chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Achtung!
NABOR DAN OFFICIALLY DECLARES EXTENDED PERIOD OF EGOTISTIC HEDONISM.
Today, Nabor Dan officially announced his intention to spend an indefinite period engaged in egotistic hedonism. Nabor Dan released the announcement through his blog, and stated that he simply couldn't be bothered to announce his intentions in person because he was already busy doing whatever made him happy at the moment.
Friends of Nabor Dan were perplexed by the announcement. Many of the people questioned seemed confused by how this new course was any different then what Nabor Dan has been doing for the last 37 years. One friend, who requested to remain anonymous, said "I really don't get it. This guy already does anything he wants, so why does he think that this is special. Frankly, I think that he's just trying to get some attention. That's what my wife thinks anyway."
Nabor Dan was last seen boarding a flight from St. Louis to Las Vegas. His immediate plans are not known. How he will exercise the self declared period of egotistic hedonism is at this point undetermined.
We will continue to follow this story, and update as events occur.
- ND
Today, Nabor Dan officially announced his intention to spend an indefinite period engaged in egotistic hedonism. Nabor Dan released the announcement through his blog, and stated that he simply couldn't be bothered to announce his intentions in person because he was already busy doing whatever made him happy at the moment.
Friends of Nabor Dan were perplexed by the announcement. Many of the people questioned seemed confused by how this new course was any different then what Nabor Dan has been doing for the last 37 years. One friend, who requested to remain anonymous, said "I really don't get it. This guy already does anything he wants, so why does he think that this is special. Frankly, I think that he's just trying to get some attention. That's what my wife thinks anyway."
Nabor Dan was last seen boarding a flight from St. Louis to Las Vegas. His immediate plans are not known. How he will exercise the self declared period of egotistic hedonism is at this point undetermined.
We will continue to follow this story, and update as events occur.
- ND
Guest post. - 9-11 no joke...
This is a guest post from my sister in law. I'm headed to Vegas today! - ND
It's funny what will pop into your head while you're driving. Last week, while waiting for some fellow drivers to figure out the conundrum of what do to at a four way stop when more than one car is there (hint: the answer isn't "everyone wait, then everyone go"), this popped into my head:
"Did you know that Christie McAuliffe had blue eyes? Yep, one blew this way and one blew that way."
Oh my! Classic and classy in one breath!
And that triggered the starving Ethiopian jokes. I cringed at recalling that at one point in my life knowing what you call an Ethiopian with a stubbed toe was funny to me. Why did we tell these jokes? It wasn't because they were funny. It's a 3 wood; see? not funny. Why did we poke fun at other people's tragedies?
And then - as I smoothly yielded to the car on the right and was nearly hit by the moron on my left - it occured to me: where are the 9/11 jokes? It's been six years, and I haven't heard a single one.
A quick Google search of "9/11 jokes" turned up a bunch of pages. I guess you could assume I live under a rock if I haven't heard any of these. But I suspect it's that these haven't been told and retold like we did as kids at school. That's remarkable when you consider how easy it is to forward dubious and tasteless things by email. Does this mean that we, as a society, are "growing up"? Maybe, in an age of terrorism, we can't take quite so much pleasure at other's tragedies because they could very easily have been our own. We had a college friend who was on a NY subway heading for a Trade Center station, but they were shut down before it arrived there. A cousin was in the Pentagon when it was hit.
These jokes would probably draw punches, not laughs, if you said, "Did you know that (insert name of friend/relative) had blue eyes?" It didn't stop us from inflicting that pain on the McAuliffe family 20 years ago, so why is it stopping us now?
I would sure like to believe that we are more empathetic of the people around us. That may not be the case, but it's the thought I'm going with today. Maybe it's possible that we have become a little more considerate of people's suffering in the last 20 years - even if we can't remember stuff from the driver's permit test.
By the way, did you know that Muhammad Atta had blue eyes?
- ND (The other ND) Guest Poster
It's funny what will pop into your head while you're driving. Last week, while waiting for some fellow drivers to figure out the conundrum of what do to at a four way stop when more than one car is there (hint: the answer isn't "everyone wait, then everyone go"), this popped into my head:
"Did you know that Christie McAuliffe had blue eyes? Yep, one blew this way and one blew that way."
Oh my! Classic and classy in one breath!
And that triggered the starving Ethiopian jokes. I cringed at recalling that at one point in my life knowing what you call an Ethiopian with a stubbed toe was funny to me. Why did we tell these jokes? It wasn't because they were funny. It's a 3 wood; see? not funny. Why did we poke fun at other people's tragedies?
And then - as I smoothly yielded to the car on the right and was nearly hit by the moron on my left - it occured to me: where are the 9/11 jokes? It's been six years, and I haven't heard a single one.
A quick Google search of "9/11 jokes" turned up a bunch of pages. I guess you could assume I live under a rock if I haven't heard any of these. But I suspect it's that these haven't been told and retold like we did as kids at school. That's remarkable when you consider how easy it is to forward dubious and tasteless things by email. Does this mean that we, as a society, are "growing up"? Maybe, in an age of terrorism, we can't take quite so much pleasure at other's tragedies because they could very easily have been our own. We had a college friend who was on a NY subway heading for a Trade Center station, but they were shut down before it arrived there. A cousin was in the Pentagon when it was hit.
These jokes would probably draw punches, not laughs, if you said, "Did you know that (insert name of friend/relative) had blue eyes?" It didn't stop us from inflicting that pain on the McAuliffe family 20 years ago, so why is it stopping us now?
I would sure like to believe that we are more empathetic of the people around us. That may not be the case, but it's the thought I'm going with today. Maybe it's possible that we have become a little more considerate of people's suffering in the last 20 years - even if we can't remember stuff from the driver's permit test.
By the way, did you know that Muhammad Atta had blue eyes?
- ND (The other ND) Guest Poster
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Something different...
Haiku of me...
Wistful memories;
Like autumn leaves die and fall.
Time renews all things.
- ND
Selfless, Cold and Composed...
If you are wondering about the post title... well its a song title from Ben Folds Five. It happens to be a song that I have been listening to a lot lately. It really doesn't have anything to do with the post, but if you get the opportunity give it a listen.
While on the topic of music, I read that Pavarotti died today. I have a DVD with a sampling of the Three Tenors, and I get chills when I listen to Parvrotti's part in Nessun Dorma. I can't claim to be an opera fan, but I must admit that this is one of the most moving pieces of music I've ever experienced. Here is the same clip that I have on DVD from YouTube. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Enjoy -
- ND
While on the topic of music, I read that Pavarotti died today. I have a DVD with a sampling of the Three Tenors, and I get chills when I listen to Parvrotti's part in Nessun Dorma. I can't claim to be an opera fan, but I must admit that this is one of the most moving pieces of music I've ever experienced. Here is the same clip that I have on DVD from YouTube. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Enjoy -
- ND
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