Forgot to mention...

I forgot to mention in the last post... I'm smoke free for 9 days now.

- ND

Addendum...

I took a few of the most recent posts off line. I realized that I was being a huge retard, and that the only person who could improve my mood was me. Attitude adjustment accomplished!

Fantasy football correction...

I must correct a comment on one of the previous posts. It would seem that I was confused or misinformed about the structure of the fantasy football league playoffs. Although I conceded defeat last week, it now looks like I am still in the fight. All four of the teams that make the playoffs play two weeks, and the record establishes first through fourth place. My loss last weekend ensures that I will not be taking first or second place, but third is still an option.

As it turns out the payouts look something like this...

1st = $350 2nd = $250 3rd = $125 4th = $100

Highest team score for the week is $10. ( I won 4 weeks)
Cost to play the season is $125

Any way you look at it I'm a winner already. In the worst case I'm up $15. If I win this week I'm up $40. If I have the high score for the week and win then I'm up $50. So however it works out I'm still making something.

For those of you concerned that gambling is illegal... I'm referring to "doll hairs". Kudos to those that get that reference...

- ND

One week smoke free...

First, let me start by wishing everyone a belated merry Christmas and happy holidays if I didn't get the chance to do it in person over the last several days. I hope you all were able to spend time with family and friends, and that Santa got you everything you wanted.

Now on to the news...

I have officially reached the one week mark. My first week as a non-smoker. I'm excited to have reached the one week milestone. Overall, it hasn't been that difficult.

One of my missions in quitting was to enter my 38th year being a non-smoker. Yes, for those that don't already know, I'm going to be 38 in a couple of days. I think that part of the motivation to get the "kicking the habit" process started was to quit before my birthday. I haven't spent a lot of time analyzing why the two things aligned, but I'm sure as I age the thoughts of my future came to mind. Being a smoker just doesn't have a lot of up-sides. Getting older and being a smoker has none.

When your young, you tend to delude yourself about what your future holds. You are immortal and invincible. Age grants some perspective. You see that life isn't forever, and that making the best of what you are given is always the best path. Smoking doesn't fit well into that logic. Even though you never think that bad things will happen to you, you get the sense as you age, that they can. Taking risks is part of life. Taking stupid risks is just that... stupid.

So as I age, I guess that I've become more self actualized. I think that's what's supposed to happen. I've become better at putting things into the proper perspective. Right now, smoking seems like one of those stupid risks. Who knows, perhaps one day I'll look at binge drinking and overeating in the same way. Not today though, I've gotta climb one mountain at a time.

Happy Holidays!

- ND

Day 5...

Spent the day today watching football and cleaning house. I believe that I am officially beaten in my fantasy football league. My only remaining chance is LT scoring 80 points. While possible, it would be completely improbable. I assume that he would have to score about 8 touchdowns and have most of them as a receiver. So I think I'll officially concede.

For those who are keeping track, I have made it 5 days on the non-smoking program. I ran out of Nicoderm patches today, so I am in the process of figuring out how many to buy with some of my remaining FSA dollars. They come in a variety of strengths to help wean you off of the nicotine. They call them stages. I'm currently in stage one. There are a total of three stages. Each stage drops your nicotine down by about half.

I think that I will probably need the full strength for about 8 weeks. Then about 8 weeks of stage 2 and 3 as well. That puts me on the patch for about 6 months. The cost for the first 8 weeks is about $200. The next two stages are about the same cost. So the whole program should cost about $600. A little less if I get the Walgreens "knock off" variety. I'm sure it has a cute name like Wall-oderm or something.

I'm thinking about throwing in a pack of commit lozenges as well. They are the low dose nicotine lozenge for those "I gotta have a smoke NOW!" moments. Although I haven't had any of those moments yet, I suspect that there will be one, and I would like to have something at my disposal to fend off any stray cravings. They run about $50 for 100ish lozenges.

So anyone who has told me that quitting smoking will save me money is clearly wrong. By the end of the day I will have spent nearly a thousand dollars on quit smoking related products and treatments. At this point I haven't even filled the Zyban prescription from my doctor, so I assume that the cost will continue to rise. Thankfully I have a huge unspent FSA account of all 2007 dollars that is carrying the weight. I couldn't afford to quit if this was all out of pocket expense.

Just kidding... this is not about the money.

- ND

Bend but don't break...

Day three... Last night presented the first opportunity for me to test my hypnosis in a situation that involved the consumption of adult beverages. I'm happy to report that, although there was a great deal of temptation on the drive home, I am still smoke free.

Without stating the totally obvious, I understand that drinking can have an impact on decision making. I'm happy to have successfully rolled over the first speed bump with no damage. Doing so however, was not easy. I'm glad to have made the choice not to stop and grab a pack of smokes, but the battle of the rational mind versus the desire to feed the addiction was a heated one.

Other observations from the journey include:

• My sense of smell is returning.
• My hands are now nearly free of nicotine stains.
• I traversed the stairs this morning with less effort than normal.

- ND

Almost 24hrs smoke free...

After my hypnosis session last night and the application of a NicodermCQ patch, I have made it almost 24 hours smoke free. I will go into the details of the session later. I am a little busy and I don't think I could do it justice right now.

I am headed out tonight to the Rams - Steelers game, and this will be my first encounter with alcohol and being smoke free. Interestingly enough, I really haven't had a major struggle yet. Last night after eating dinner and watching a movie I got a craving. I was on the phone with a friend when it happened, and that's when I remembered the NicodermCQ patches that I had left from my previous attempt at quitting. Honestly, I'm glad that they were still around. I'm sure that I could have done without one, but anything that makes the process a little easier is fine with me.

On a side note... taking a nicotine patch before bed has it's problems. As a smoker, you obviously don't get nicotine as you sleep. The steady flow of nicotine through the sleeping hours makes for some interesting dreams and interrupted sleep. I did a lot of dreaming about smoking last night. I woke up every few hours. After getting to bed at 1:30 I woke up at 3:30 and though it was much later.

I suspect that over the next few weeks I'll be blogging about all of the changes in my life that are happening due to my quitting. Please bear with me as I recount experiences that are normal to you, but are new to me as a non-smoker.

And for those that are still wondering... I'm not clucking like a chicken or barking and chasing cars... at least not any more then usual. Thanks for asking!

- ND

Pre-hypnosis post...

I'm headed out in a about an hour to get hypnotized, and I'm looking forward to it. I haven't quit smoking yet. I ran out of smokes earlier today, but have bummed a few from my smoking friends here at the office. With any luck, I've purchased my last pack.

There is so much of me that wants this to work. So much of me that thinks logically and knows that smoking is a silly waste of money and life. Yet I've been doing it so long that I have a hard time remembering what it is to be a non-smoker. It's like trying to remember what it was like being a child. You get glimpses, but it's not like you have a movie in your head that you can look back on. So I see myself as this, and can't remember not being this, and that's one of the hard parts mentally. I need to see myself as a non-smoker.

I'll either post something tonight, or tomorrow to tell you about the experience.

To all of the people that have offered their support... thanks. To everyone who suggested the Dr. get rid of all of my other bad habits while he's in my head... piss off.

Just kidding.

- ND

Dr. reaffirms quitting smoking is good idea...

I visited my doctor today to get some additional help with my quit smoking plan. As was the case last year, I have a huge amount of FSA (Flexible Spending Account) dollars to use or donate to the federal government. What could be better than a large pharmaceutical purchase to kill some FSA bucks quick.

Thanks to the advertising by the pharmacutical companies, I'm very aware of all of the magic elixers available to the quitting smoking demographic. Chantix the newest product sounded like something I'd be interested in to assist with my programme. A drug designed to "turn off" the nicotine receptors in my brain. That's what I need! Anything that shuts off those pesky little nicotine receptors has got to be good. Turns out that's not quite the way it wound up.

My doctor and I had a discussion about the merits of Chantix and Zyban and decided that Zyban was probably a better choice. Honestly, I think he swayed me based on the way he sold Zyban. He said that Chantix is basically the components of Zyban that helped smokers quit without all of the anti-depressant stuff you didn't need if you were just trying to quit smoking. Frankly, the more he talked about the other issues, the better the Zyban sounded.

So apparently the Zyban has all of these other cool "side effects". It can help you with ADD, give you energy, improve sexual performance and a host of other things that all sounded really great. Not that I had any of those problems, or a least I didn't think I did, but why not take the shotgun approach.

So for those of you that will no doubt be monitoring my progress over the next months... If you notice me smiling more and being more focused... it's the Zyban. If I'm smoking when you notice these things... then I guess that I've just officially joined the ranks of the overly medicated.

- ND

Time to quit...

I've been talking about quitting smoking since the first time I realized that I was really "a smoker". Unlike many smokers, I started when I was in my mid-twenties, and should have know better. I've always had a battle between my desire to quit based on the intellectual grounds that it was a stupid thing to do, and the addiction that makes quitting nearly impossible. So I've decided to try something different. On the 19th I've scheduled a visit with a hypnotist.

I really don't know what to expect from this experience. I have a friend who has been hypnotized, and he described the process as relaxing, and almost as if he was unaware that it was even happening. On the other hand I have, like many of you I'm sure, seen people dancing around like chickens when hypnotized, and that concerns me a little. Don't get me wrong, I've been known to dance around like a chicken myself so I don't sit in a position to judge, but the perceived power of persuasion exhibited can be unnerving.

I'm looking forward to the opportunity to try something new and hopefully cure myself of this nasty addiction. I just hope I don't become the Manchurian Candidate in the process.

- ND

Tribute to Dave...

About a month ago I received an e-mail asking me to share any memories or stories of Dave Scheidecker on his memorial Facebook group. I struggled with the project for a number of reasons, but finally put together something I was happy with. I'm posting a copy of my tribute below.


I have been reading the posts in this group for some time and want to thank everyone for their thoughts and memories of Dave. I never posted, because I didn’t think that I could muster the words to describe what Dave meant to me. How he influenced my life, and how much I miss him every day. How whatever tribute I might be able to create would fall short of what he would deserve. How is it possible to take the experiences of the time I knew Dave and condense them into several paragraphs? How do you take measure of such a great man? It’s not something that you describe; it’s something that you feel.

To say that I was never his student would only be true in the academic sense. I’m sure that everyone who knew him outside of his career in teaching would feel the same way. He had many ways of sharing his wisdom. The things he taught me were simple lessons of life. He did it through his stories. His casual telling of his experiences in a way that made you connect them to your life and your experiences. He was a teacher of life.

Here are a couple of memories I’d like to share.

Dave the fisherman

Several years ago Dave and I went on a trip to Canada to do some fishing. We drove from Chicago to Northwest Ontario and then took a small plane to a remote cabin. There were six of us on the trip, and we paired up in two’s to go fishing every day. Most days Dave and I spent 8 to 10 hours a day together fishing. It was a great opportunity to share stories and enjoy each others company.

The lake where our cabin was situated had several surrounding lakes that you could portage to from our lake. The trails taking you from lake to lake were anything but well traveled. The only thing that made them trails was the occasional marker tied to a tree to indicate you were headed in the right direction. Based on the change in elevation, and the map indicating that our portage would be a quarter mile or so, we decided to travel as light as possible. We were both wearing rain suits, and we needed at the minimum our rods and tackle. We packed the tackle into a backpack that Damian loaned us for the trip, and packed the pockets of our rain suits with everything they would hold. I put on the back pack and grabbed the rods and we headed into the wilderness.

The rigor of the portage took its toll on Dave, and I carried everything on the way out. By the time we got back to the cabin that evening Dave was very tired and sore. As we were sitting around talking after everyone else went to bed, Dave said something to me that I’ll never forget. He said, this is probably the last time I’ll be able to do a fly-in trip to Canada. Of course I disagreed with him, and told him that I’m sure that in a couple of years we would do it again. He said perhaps, and let the conversation go in other directions, but I can’t help looking back to see he was right. He didn’t get the chance to do it again. I’m glad that I was able to spend his last trip to Canada with him.

Dave was an excellent fisherman, and being the teacher he was, taught me a number of techniques that made me a better fisherman. Like so many of the experiences that I shared with Dave, I came away much richer from having been with him.

Dave the builder

Dave and I shared a love of building things. It seemed that he always had some kind of construction or wood working project going on. When I would visit, I would usually find him working on some sort of project, or being shown a project that he had completed since my last visit. Some of the projects were of a grand scale, and others simple, but he always seemed to take joy in the process of creating something with his hands.

When the time came for me to work on a big construction project, Dave was there to lend a hand. I had a rather large deck to build, and Dave made the trip to St. Louis on several weekends to help get the main structure built. Working with Dave was always a pleasure because he brought such a range of construction experience to the project. Equally important, he always brought his sense of humor with him. As my project progressed he created the mantra “good enough for Dan” which was used whenever something wasn’t quite perfect. We continued saying that as a joke whenever we saw each other and something didn’t quite work out for me as expected.

There are so many stories to tell and so many wonderful memories that I have of my time with Dave. I admired him as a man, and held him dear to my heart as a friend. I wish I had the skills to write something that really conveyed who he was, but if you’re reading this you probably already know. He probably touched you in some way that left you with the same indelible marks he left on me. I’ll never forget him. I think If God would only have granted Dave one more day for each of us who loved him he would have lived forever.

I miss my friend.

To Dave’s family:

Kelly… thank you for bringing your father into my life. Kathy and Damian thank you for sharing him with me. My life will never be quite the same without him.

- ND

Dog plasma...

Finally, after years of making references to this and having people think I'm insane, I have found the original source... Enjoy!

Crazy Mixed Up Pup

Sorry, but YouTube won't let me embed the video...

- ND

Kansas City weekend...

10:47 am and I'm the only one awake. Hardly your typical Saturday morning. Especially true if I was at home. Normally I'm the one sleeping till noon. Any doubt, see the previous post.

I'm sure that there are a number of factors for my early morning. The air mattress and sleeping bag are surely contributing factors. A twin air mattress is just not big enough for me. I have become accustomed to a full mattress or larger, and a twin just doesn't have the space for me to thrash around like I'm used to.

The sleeping bag really doesn't help either. Being forced into the decision of zipping it up and being confined to a thin little cocoon, or opening it up to be exposed on one side to the cold, is really not a good set of options. Perhaps I need to invest in a second, or two new sleeping bags, that I can zip together into a single large bag. I'm sure that the two bag solution would make for a more comfy sleep. Of course, I'd need a larger air mattress as well.

Really, I'm not sure that the air mattress or sleeping bags are the issue. I had another night of restless sleep because of my dreams. If you are a regular reader here then you will remember the dreams entry I posted a while back. They were back with a vengeance last night. I woke up several times, and each time I was haunted by the same type of dream. I'm sure that all of the updates about what has been going on with my life that started once I arrived in Kansas City are to blame. They say that your brain deals with the things you can't handle in the waking hours by bringing them into your dreams. I hope that's true, because I really don't want to think about this stuff when I'm awake anymore.

I've mentioned before that I don't remember my dreams. As today goes from morning, to afternoon to evening, I hope that the memories of my haunting dreams fade away. If not, I guess that having my friends here to distract me from them will at least make the forgetting easier.

-ND

That's about what I thought...

I took a quiz on the 7 deadly sins, and here are the results...

Greed:	High
Gluttony:	High
Wrath:	Very Low
Sloth:	High
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Low
Pride:	Very Low

Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Take the quiz and post your comments. I guess it'll be warm where I'm headed. That's a lot of sloth.

Happy Turkey Day!

- ND

Nabor Dan's legacy...

So I've been thinking lately... what is my legacy? Not to be morbid, but if I died tomorrow what would I be remembered for... if anything. I'm not sure what got me thinking about this, but it's been something that has been swirling around in the back of my mind for a few weeks.

I guess that I should define what I mean by a legacy.

To me a legacy is the contribution or gift that you give to others. It's the mark that you make that creates and indelible place for you in the future. It doesn't necessarily involve some remarkable feat or breakthrough that changes the fabric of society. It could be as simple as making a significant difference in the life of one person.

So I ponder... what is Nabor Dan's legacy?

- ND

The name of the band is...

Nabor Dan is off to the Pageant to see Cowboy Mouth this evening. If you have never seen Cowboy Mouth then you have missed the greatest live band ever. Your loss.



Are you with me???!!!!!

- ND

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- ND

If I post it... they will come...

I apologize for the layoff on posting, but I just couldn't come up with anything worth saying. Although that condition still exists, I have decided that the maximum interval between posts has been reached and a new post is necessary.

This weekend I decided that my pile of unopened mail had risen to a point of collapse and had to be dealt with. I tend to get the mail from the mailbox about twice a week. I'm not sure if it's the walk down there that bothers me, or the knowledge that anything delivered via the mail is going to be bad news. I usually find only one or two items that are not addressed to "or current resident", and depending on my level of motivation I may pull out the ones actually addressed to me. More often than not I just put the little pile of folded over coupons and grocery adds that shelter my mail on the counter and ignore them.

Through scientific method, I have determined that the cloak of invisibility for a stack of mail has a life of about two weeks. My study has yet to determine if the cloaking diminishes due to the effects of outside forces, such as creditors who demand payment, or the cloaks inability to sustain itself as the mass of mail overpowers its cloaking mechanism. Either way, the result of my as yet unpublished study, indicates that two weeks is the maximum sustained unopened time period for cloaked mail.

Thanks to the devious marketing techniques of mass mailing companies, it is nearly impossible to determine what mail needs to be opened and what could simply be chucked into the trash. I tend to open everything that has my name on it to ensure that no personally identifiable information lurks within. So that means that with the exception of the grocery circulars, I pretty much open everything. As soon as I recognize the mail is trying to sell me a mortgage or enroll me into some kind of protection scheme I hastily shred it into a thousand tiny pieces.

That brings me to the only truly enjoyable part of mail processing at Nabor Dan's... the shredding. I know it must seem somewhat juvenile, but the process of using a power shredder is cathartic. Watching the mail turn from informative targeted direct mail pieces, into tiny unidentifiable shreds is somehow uplifting. I can only think of shredding as the completion of the mail circle of life. I'm sure it goes something like this; idea, creative, printing, processing, mail handling, delivery, review, revulsion, shredding. I'm glad to do my part in helping every piece of mail achieve it's destiny. I think I need to start looking at industrial shredders.

- ND

Readers survey...

Because I always receive such wonderful insight from my readers, I pose the following question for your musings?

Which of these things is more important?

• Becoming who or what you want to be.

• Being satisfied and comfortable with who you are.

I await your thoughtful replies...

- ND

Losing faith...

As I was reading STLToday this morning, I came across an article that got me really mad. Here's a link to the article:

They're throwing them away

The article discusses a large number of Iraq war veterans who are being denied full benefits because it has been determined that they suffered from pre-existing mental health issues before their deployment. The military is suggesting that the mental health of these soldiers after their deployment is the result of these undiagnosed pre-existing conditions rather than PTSD from their experiences in combat. Because of this they are receiving downgraded VA benefits, and in many cases reduced financial support.

Let me lay out what I believes this country should do for it's citizen soldiers.

• Every citizen that takes up arms to support this country should have lifetime health care benefits. This applies to every person who serves not just those who serve in a combat zone. It is our responsibility to ensure that those who serve in any capacity in the defense of our freedom deserve the best care in return.

• Everyone who serves in the military should have complete access to our higher education system. The days of allotting a fixed education benefit should be replaced by a commitment to providing the best education that the individual can attain. No one who serves should have to choose what they can afford, they should be able to attend wherever they choose. They also should be provided living expenses while they are in school.

How we treat the soldiers that defend our freedom reflects on us as a society. The soldiers who serve to keep us free should receive benefits from our society greater then those who choose not to serve. Although we owe these patriots a debt that can never be repaid, we should do our best to ensure that we make every effort to compensate them for their sacrifice.

People speak of our WWII veterans as "the greatest generation". I believe that the solders that serve today are every bit as great as generations past. They answered the call to serve, and make great sacrifices for their countryman. Let's ensure that we don't break the faith that we have established with them.

- ND

Frankly...

Jim loaned me Sinatra at the Sands for the drive home tonight. Frank always has a song that speaks to me...

Its quarter to three, theres no one in the place
Except you and me
So set em up joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
Were drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, cant you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but its not
In a gentlemans code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Youd never know it, but buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things Id like to say
And if Im gloomy, please listen to me
Till its talked away
Well thats how it goes, and joe I know your gettin
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didnt mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found, its gotta be drowned
Or its gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

They don't write 'em like that any more...

- ND

Unmoderated...

After the comments received on the last post, I wonder if I should turn this into a blog about my eating habits. Keep in mind, that as a single person, I tend toward the economical and simple rather than the healthy or palatable. That however, is not what I really wanted to follow up on.

I must admit that I really look forward to the comments I receive on my posts. They usually contain the wit that I wish I displayed when I posted the entry. Whether on or off topic, they normally give me reason to laugh, smile or scratch my head quizzically. Thanks to all of you that have been responsible for those reactions.

More to the point, I want to make sure that the comments section does not become overly personal or a place for individuals to take shots at each other. I have chosen to keep the comments on this blog unmoderated, because I believe that my readers are capable of moderating themselves. I do not wish to become a moderator or an apologist, so use your best judgment and keep it light.

I'm thick skinned, so please mock me mercilessly if you'd like.

- ND

Nabor Dan has new chef...

I never thought hiring my own chef would be so economical...




and no, I'm not kidding... I prefer the tortellini.

- ND

Vacation to recover...

I decided to take today off. I needed a day off to rest and hopefully recover from a sinus infection that had been plaguing me for about a week. In the last couple of days it has has moved into my chest, so now I probably really have a cold.

Friday is always the best day to waste a vacation day. Unlike many employers, the company I work for does not discern between sick days and vacation days. Sick equals vacation, so all the better if you take the day on a Friday or Monday. Sick sucks no matter what day you're sick, but if you can string the days together into a three day weekend, it sucks a little less.

- ND

Not much to say...

I haven't had much to say lately so I have intentionally neglected blogging for about a week. I started a post the other day, but I was having a couple of beers, and noticed that typing coherently was really difficult. I thought better of publishing the post as I was afraid that it would be an embarrassment.

I made a deal on a car on Monday. That makes me the owner of three vehicles. Two functional and one boat anchor. I really need to get the Mustang running again. It just sits collecting dust in my garage, and although it costs nothing to let it sit in that state, it's a bit disgraceful to have such a sweet car that is so neglected. I will have to get my neighbor interested in a little winter project.

The new vehicle, although not really new, is a 2000 Jeep Cherokee. I decided to purchase it from my cousin after discussing it while on vacation at Lake of the Ozarks. It isn't as upscale as my current Cherokee, but I figured that it would keep me out of car payments for another couple of years. I'll have to get used to driving a manual transmission. I've never had a daily driver that wasn't an automatic, so we'll have to see what driving in rush hour traffic is like.

Here is a stock photo that looks remarkably like my new ride.


That's all for now. I hope to be inspired to write some more tonight.

- ND

Another recall...

The latest item manufactured in China to be recalled...



Slide at your own risk!

- ND

Just some thoughs...

Sorry I have been away from posting for a few days. I came home the other night with every intention of sitting down and creating a new entry. I stopped by my parents house to do a couple chores, and by the time I arrived home it was 9:00pm. I started to empty the contents of my pockets onto the counter when the whole house went dark. Storms had been brewing for the last few hours, but I figured that since we hadn't seen any rain in weeks, we would be passed over once again. I was wrong. The power continued to cycle on and off, mostly on, for about an hour. I just couldn't see myself sitting in my office, typing a blog entry and getting shut down every 10 minutes. So I decided to do some reading and then get some sleep. So that is the explanation of why you haven't seen anything in a few days.

More coming soon...

- ND

Just catching up...

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

Drama...

This always makes me laugh...



- ND

South Park says it best...

From the Loch Ness monster episode.



Pretty much sums up my view...

- ND

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.

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

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

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

Apology for possible offense

My humblest apology if anyone is offended by the hyper link in my previous post. I know that I attract only the most sophisticated readership, and wouldn't want anyone feel that I was talking down to them by hyper linking a word to its definition.

I just found that the German word was a better choice than the English translation.

The Germans are a crafty people, and when they are aren't attempting to conquer the world, they add priceless new terms to the lexicon. Schadenfreude is my favorite.

Damn I just did it again...

- ND

Cute puppy - soul cleansed

Post-post Redact

To all of the faithful...

If you had the opportunity to read my last post, then you are among the chosen few. I really couldn't leave it up for public view. It was a little on the harsh side of what I want this blog to contain.

I will search for some cute puppy photos to post in an effort to redeem myself.

- ND

Back in the saddle...

Hello everyone... or no one as is probably the case.

I hope to get back to posting regularly. I have been away from blogging for a few months and hope that I can be more diligent in getting fresh material out.

Thanks for your patience and continued interest in my musings.

-ND

best friends - old friends

What can I say.... I happened to be out having a few libations last evening. Mid sentence, and for those that know me that that could be anywhere in the evening, I received a call from an old friend. Despite the fact that I was in the middle of some very important conversation, I take the call...

As we talked, I couldn't help but think how great it was to get the chance to re-connect with an old friend (if you are reading this... old, references the duration of our friendship not your age), Somehow it seems that we always connect at the least opportune times. (and by that, I mean you call me when I don't have the time to talk at length)

I must admit, that it is really my fault for not keeping in touch as much as I should... All of the Catholic guilt aside, I really appreciate the fact you continue to keep in touch, and more importantly, keep me in your thoughts. Thanks for keeping the connection going. I always look forward to the calls, and I am always amazed by the stories.

I hope you don't mind I post a picture here from one of the ones you sent me. I hope that one of these days, I can be with you on one of the trips out into the wilderness...

Sorry if I can't tell Pine from Spud. One day I hope to meet them both...

The e-mail I promised is on the way...

-ND

Cutting the cable...

Well I am officially disconnected from Paul Allen's "wired world". So here's the story... Before I departed for Vegas the cable stopped working. I have had short outages before, so I know what to look for when things go awry. This is certainly so with all of the connections and cabling inside my house. So looked everything over, and did the requisite reboots of all of the devices, and still nothing. I knew it was time for the dreaded call to customer support.

This it the yacht I helped Paul Allen buy. I bet it's got satellite!

After a frustrating 20 minute call to the Asian sub-continent, it was determined that an on-site service call would be required to remedy my problem. The call was peppered with scripted questions that any 5 year old would have tried before calling, so needless to say, I was pissed by the end of out conversation. I told the customer service rep (and I use that term generously) that I didn't want to schedule the service call because I would have to decide whether I wanted to keep their service. Additionally, I really didn't think that I should have to take a minimum of half a day off work to diagnose what was clearly their problem. The rep then said politely "OK" and "Thank You" and hung up. That was the final straw. If they aren't going to do anything special to accommodate a 13 year, always paid on time and in full, customer... They could take their cable and shove into their unmentionable places...

The coup de grace happened when I returned my equipment. The representative at their office mentioned in front of about 10 people, in a loud voice, that I owed them $120. I said that I had paid my final bill about a week ago, and had just looked at my statement that morning on the Internet. Their system online indicated that everything was paid in full. I assume that from the look on my face she realized how angry I was, and decided not to pursue the issue. About two days later a credit of $36 showed up on my bill for the unused portion of the month.

So... that's my experience with the folks at Charter Communications. Feel free to comment on your experiences if you like. I'm sure that among their millions of subscribers, there must be a few satisfied people out there. As for me... it looks like the people over at Dish Network have earned yet another customer through the utter incompetence of their competition. I guess that's the great part of monopolies... You don't have to be good at anything, just keep the competition out.

Vegas baby...

I will soon depart on my semi-annual trip to mecca (Vegas). I'll be back on Saturday for those of you that care about the details of my schedule.


Sorry for the lack of posting recently. I got a new PC, and have been spending quite a lot of time configuring and playing. I'll try to get some more interesting posts out after I get back. I assume that I will have successfully parted ways with my disposable cash, so I should have adequate time on my hands to blog away...

Wish me luck.

-ND

"Dear Leader" celebrates 65th birthday...

Kim Jong-il turned 65 on Friday. The impoverished people of North Korea turned out in droves to wish their Dear Leader well on his birthday.

I'm sorry I couldn't make the party. I'll send a card with 10 million tons of energy aid over the weekend.

- ND

North Korea says no to nukes...

After years of negotiations, the six party talks have apparently reached an agreement on North Korea's nuclear program. The agreement involves a cessation of their nuclear weapons program and dismantling of their existing nuclear energy facilities. While this agreement is potentially a great step in creating a more peaceful world, I'm not sure that we can trust the North Koreans to keep their word.

The agreement entails the negotiating parties giving North Korea energy aid in consideration for their nuclear disarmament. North Korea is desperately in need of energy, food and everything necessary to sustain a society. They are not able to feed and warm their people, but seem to be able to cast plenty of statues to Kim Jong-Il.

Below is an image of the Korean peninsula at night. As you can see, the North Koreans are either the most energy conscious people on the planet, or they don't have the juice to keep the lights on. (The possibility also exists that they could be AmerenUE customers, but I doubt it.)

Now I'm not saying that we shouldn't be working to create a more peaceful world through negotiations with North Korea, but I think we need to be wary of their desire to fulfill their end of the bargain. Once the energy that they have blackmailed us for is spent, what will they do? Turn their reactors back on? Restart their nuclear weapons program? Blackmail the world yet again? I can't say, and only time will tell, but I don't get a good feeling about the chances of a North Korea that looks anything like South Korea anytime in the near future.

-ND

Anna Nicole Smith dies...

Anna Nicole Smith passed away today. I really don't care, I just think we need to address the ramifications for our planet.




Is silicone a biohazard?

- ND

Snickers kissing backlash...

By now you have probably heard that Snickers has removed the Super Bowl commercials of two mechanics accidentally kissing from its website. This was prompted by pressure from gay and lesbian groups who felt that the commercials were anti-gay. Now... I saw these commercials, and I'm not sure that I would characterize them as anti-gay, if anything they are probably anti-mechanic.

I saw two guys working on a car, one guy opens a Snickers and the next thing you know the other guy is eating the other end. It was a beautiful, Lady and the Tramp kind of moment. Suddenly, when the mechanics realize that their lips have touched in a kiss like embrace, they freak out. The solution... "do something manly".

I wouldn't claim to know anything about either gays or mechanics, but I can tell you that I do know a little about eating a Snickers. I can tell you that if one of my friends or co-workers opens a Snickers and hangs it out of his mouth, my first thought is not eat the other end. My first thought is get a Snickers for myself.

I think people need to chill with all of this "I'm offended by this or that because I'm different and deserve your acceptance" crap. Look... your different already... we get it. You don't have to get sensitive about every little thing someone says because you find their words or actions offensive. The time has come for all of the fringe groups to find a sense of humor. They need to get it through their heads that making a big deal of nothing to illustrate the importance of their cause simply further alienates them from the mainstream. If you want to be accepted you must first learn to accept others.

With the possible exception of mechanics that is... their just weird.

- ND

The good old days...

I received an e-mail the other day that detailed of all of the hazard's of childhood that were apparently discovered after I grew up. I'm not sure how childhood became so fraught with dangers in so few years, but I can tell you I'm glad I grew up before things got so bad.

Back in the day, you didn't have to live in fear being out all day. Most of the time you just told your parents that you were going to be over at "Johnnies" house playing, and that was sufficient to explain your entire day. We didn't have cell phones back then, so if something came up, then your parents called Johnnie's parents and you were told to come home. If your parents didn't have Johnnie's parents number then they used the phone book, or asked your other friends parents how to reach them. Since we all traveled in the same circles someone would probably know how to get in touch with you at Johnnie's. If not, in all likelihood the police would never be involved. When you finally arrived home at dusk, or dinner time or whenever your time was, you would be told to make sure that you give Johnnies number to your parents so next time they would be able to contact you at Johnnie's.

But keeping in touch is just a minor difference. We used to do all kinds of dangerous things. We never had ultra high-tech child safety seats, and I doubt that many of the cars we traveled in had the seat belts to secure them. We played sports without pads, rode bikes without helmets, and had toy guns that actually shot plastic projectiles. We shot fireworks at fourth of July parties, and played ball in the street, and yet the survival rate was incredibly high.

Today it seems like the world has changed so radically from what it was just 25 years ago. Now kids have cell phones, and are rarely out of contact with their parents. They have all kinds of safety devices that are designed to protect them from every possible eventuality. The chances of getting hurt in today world are far less then the one I grew up in, and yet are kids really safer? Do all of the protections put in place to ensure their safety, keep them from getting hurt at the expense of their education about life's perils?

Where are all of the baby Jessica's? When is the last time a baby fell into a well in this country anyway? Don't you think baby Jessica learned her lesson about the peril of wells from her two day ordeal? I bet that she hasn't been as close as three feet from an open well in 15 years. I think the trauma of being stuck in a well combined with the stigma of being perpetually labeled "Baby Jessica" cured her of her curiosity about wells.

Now I'm not suggesting that we roll back all of the safety regulations of the last two decades. I guess that I'm saying that a little natural selection can be a good thing. I don't need to read the choking hazard warning label to know that small things might not make it down my esophagus, and the kid who tries to swallow the item so labeled is probably to young to read.

I think that it's time to use some good common sense. What was true way back in my day is just as true today. Sometimes you need to fall down a few times when learning to walk. Sometimes when fighting with sticks someone is going to lose an eye. That's just the way of the world. The magic is learning to look cool in an eye-patch.

- ND

Nabor Dan's approval rating .05%

I was talking with someone today, and they said to me with disgust... "Have you heard about the Presidents approval rating? It's embarrassing!" I inquired why it was embarrassing, and the person replied. "Well, think of how the world looks at us... Only thirty percent of the people in this country think he is doing a good job. He's an embarrassment for our country." When I continued my inquiries, I was told that this person really didn't want to discuss politics with me.

So that's the back story. Now I get to post my side of the discussion. I know that there are some people that are going to agree with the person I was talking with. If you are one of these people, STOP READING NOW! I really haven't got the time for an advanced civics lesson, and I know that I am not likely to change your mind in this discourse. For those of you that are still with me I appreciate your open-mindedness.

So the real issues for me are simple. There are two things. When did people stop understanding how our government works, and when did popularity become important? People don't seem to have any sense of history. For those of you who work better with visuals I include this image...



I'm sure that anyone who has continued reading this far knows who the two men above are. Listed below are their lowest approval ratings. (Now, I know that President Bush has two years of presidency left, but humor me on the comparison.) In the words of David McCullough (a Truman biographer) "About 50 years has to go by before you can appraise a presidency -- the dust has to settle." I think that we need to give President Bush the same time and consideration we have afforded President Truman before we rush to any judgments about how he will be perceived.

And one more thing. The person who got me going on this rant with their opinion on the Presidents job performance... is not a registered voter...

Suggested reading: (from both political perspectives)

The National Review

The Washington Post

State of the blog address

It has been more then three months since my first entry into the blogosphere, and I feel that the time has come to review and reminisce.



We have come a long way in our first quarter. Many postings have been published, and comments have become the norm rather than a rarity. The diaspora have connected and now use this blog as a tool to mock and ridicule each other from afar. I take much pleasure in knowing that I have provided a mechanism for people to air their grievances and provide social commentary. I also feel that this blog has significantly increased the readership of Wikipedia, and I am also proud of that fact.

I hope you have enjoyed our last several months together. I know I have. I will try to find interesting things to post in the future. All I ask in return is your continued contribution.

God bless this blog!

- ND

Breaking News...

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
01/17/2007

BRIGHT CHILDS DOOMSDAY CLOCK SET 10 SECONDS TO MIDNIGHT

SAINT LOUIS, Mo. – Ryan Creech announced today that he would be setting his personal doomsday clock to 10 seconds to midnight. Creech made the announcement in the company of his computer club and band friends.

Creeche’s comments were delivered after a particularly bad school day, where it is alleged that Bradley Smith made threats on Creeches life. “Brad said that not only was he going to take my lunch money tomorrow, but he was going to smash my face in with my piccolo. If I’m lucky I can run from band practice to trig without Brad seeing me.” Creech said.

Creech also announced that he planned on changing the position of the hands of his otherwise non-functional vintage Mr. Spock Star Trek clock (pictured below at it’s previous time of 4:58PM) at exactly eight PM. “My parents want me done with my homework and in bed by eight. I’d really like to stay up and study more, but that’s the rule.”




This is the first time the Creech doomsday clock has been changed since last week, when classmate Larry Finnley threatened to poke Creeches eye out with a mechanical pencil. The threatened attack never occurred. Creech, believing the threat had passed, reset the hands to their current time of 4:58PM.

Bradley (Brad) Smith, and officials at Gary Gilmore R3 Middle School could not be reached for comment at the time of this release.

New PR firm SACKED!!!...

During discussions with my newly hired PR firm, they provided a list of suggested reading to help improve the content of my blog...




The firm was promptly sacked!

- ND

Blogger out blogged by commenter(s)...

It has become obvious to this blogger that the comments on this blog are far more humorous than the posts. I will be working with my newly hired public relations firm to make the content of this site more humorous. For now, just assume that any post is merely a vehicle for the creation of witty comments.

- ND

Nabor Dan still scurvy free...

For anyone who was not in my presence at midnight on December 28th, this post will have no meaning. To those of you that witnessed the actual event... What can I say, I love citrus.

Disclaimer: No oranges or cute furry animals were harmed in the doctoring of this photo. We at Nabor Dan's Place have only the highest respect for citrus fruits and fruit growers. Please don't attempt this at home.

Nabor Dan turns 37... Media alerted!

I celebrated my 37th birthday Thursday in Jefferson City with family and friends. With Christmas, my birthday and new years behind us, we can now officially end the holiday season.




Many thanks to the people at Paddy Malones for making space, and letting the clan occupy half of your legal occupancy.

Disclaimer: the attached photo is from another event. The photos content however is representative of activities of the day.