Should U.S. bomb Iraq?

Bush is like a child running around with a hand grenade with the pin pulled out... After reading up on the current situation of Bush and his administration wanting to bomb Iraq, I found an article that sums up a few good reasons not to do so:

# There is no legal justification for U.S. military action against Iraq
# Regional Allies are likely to widely oppose a U.S. attack
# There is no hard evidence of Iraqi links to Al Qaeda or other anti-American terrorists (although it is quite feasible)
# There is no firm proof that Iraq is developing weapons of mass destruction
# Iraq is no longer a significant military threat to its neighbors
# There are still nonmilitary options available
# Defeating Iraq would be militarily difficult

After years of questionable Iraqi elections, it would be refreshing with a breeze of democracy. If there is a non-military way of doing so that should be explored. If not, I’m 100% with Good ol’ G.W.’s song.
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McFrivolous Lawsuit

Duece, duece and a half was so 8 years old.The lawsuit by the fat teenagers against the fast food industry was rightfully tossed into the waste bin with too many hamburger wrappers. A US federal court judge dismissed allegations that the world’s biggest restaurant chain sells unhealthy food and neglected to sufficiently warn customers about its dangers.

One of the plaintiffs was a 400 pound teenager that eats at McDonald’s every day. He’s got to be the stupidest kid in the world…”Hmmm, I passed 3 bills a few weeks ago, but I still think I can be the Jared of MickeyD’s.”

Rowling Strikes Again

Pairy HotterHarry Potter fans, you have cause to celebrate! According to this announcement off of BBC.com, the fifth enstallment of the children’s epic series has been written, and will be released June 21st, the Summer Solstice. Amazon and other major book retailers are taking preorders today! Not yet a fan? Catch up on the series!

Storytime anyone?

In the Words of George Carlin

In the Words of theOnion.comShannon asked me to share this with all of you; These are some thoughts from George Carlin which contrast a lot of interesting points that could really make you think about things if you are not careful. Enjoy

The Paradox of our Time

* The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
* We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
* We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;
* We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
* We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
* We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
* We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
* We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, not life to years.
* We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
* We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space.
* We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
* We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
* We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
* We write more, but learn less.
* We plan more, but accomplish less.
* We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.
* We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.
* These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
* These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
* These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.
* These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.
* It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

The End of an Era

You tell neighbor drop dead?It is with great sadness that I announce the end of our tenancy at 434 Hugo St, AKA, Chez Hugo. Chez Hugo was a decent place, the kind of place that would welcome you with a cold beer and the squeak of the couch. The dust bunnies would come to greet you at the top of the stairs. The furnace would ping, crack, ping at you, just to say hello.

I remember the first time Thad and I set eyes on Chez Hugo. We were introduced by Alan, our gay Chinese landlord. Well we’re not sure about that. He might be Japanese (Okay, that one doesn’t work as well in writing). We oohed and aahhed about how nice the Canary yellow interior paint job was, and how it would certainly brighten the house on foggy days. Thad steadied the ladder while I replaced the lightbulb and rewired the fixture while Mr Chu leared at us in Chez Hugo SE.

Brian, Thad, and Sam were the first to take posession of Chez Hugo, and were shortly thereafter joined by Dave. Together we lived in modest glee for a year until Banc of America called Brian South to Palo Alto.

It was at this time that we were introduce to Wob, who lived with us only briefly, but managed to win our outright fury with his brazen antisocial behavior, microwave destruction, and phone line abuse (I’m sorry for that phone line, I’ll never let that happen to you again).

After Wob came Julie, the fireheaded dynamo that breathed new life into our yellow abode. And so the new crew, Thad, Sam, and the red headed North wing had the pleasure of residing at Chez Hugo.

Alas, Thad was stolen by a harpy and spirited away to New York where he lives in the cold streets, turning tricks and selling dime bags to make it by (Actually he met this sweet little thing and got hitched, but that just isn’t as interesting). In his place, Michael moved in and Chez Hugo, like the Phoenix, was reborn.

It wasn’t long after that that Dave, worn by the commute, retreated to a peninsula abode. In a masterful move, Kendall moved in, joined briefly by his brother Joey.

Time went on, and Julie’s applications to Graduate school were filled out, mailed, reviewed, and accepted. The last of the Chez Hugo firecrotches bid us adieu and moved to freerentsville vis-a-viz her dad.

The final addition to Chez Hugo was Fabian, our Ecuadorian stallion. Little did we know, that like water over rock, the dreaded Commute was wearing half of Chez Hugo away…

We weren’t satisfied with your original form, so we molded you into our own design. We repainted you, wired you for ethernet, and connected speakers all throughout the house. We stripped you of your original piddling showerhead and replaced it with a waterfall. We collectively exhausted one of your toliets (nice work guys).

We remember Chez Hugo with a full heart and fond memories. We hope that your next residents fill you with as much energy, as much fun, and as much beer as we did.

Chez Hugo is a magical place. It turns strangers into friends, friends into family.

Chez Hugo, we salute you!

Act Like You’ve Been There

Columbia is nice, but I can't wait to start programming with a purpose.When John Vargas was my water polo coach in high school he always told us to “act like we expected to win” after a victory. No big cheers, just act like it’s another game and no big deal. It’s a bit of psychological warfare against the other team and we pretty much kept to it.

I think he was paraphrasing the late Walter Payton’s famous line of “Act like you’ve been there before” in regards to scoring a touchdown. Without a celebratory dance or a spike of the football, Payton would hand the ball to the ref and jog over to the sidelines.

Well, that is all well and good, but I’m ready to celebrate. I just landed a great job programming for Solspark! I can’t celebrate in the traditional “-OH” way until after my last final tomorrow. Maybe I should bring a six pack in a cooler to class. One of many things I’ve wanted to do in a final exam.

A Night to Remember

80's rockbands perform Christmas Carols... wow

Shannon got eight of us (Sam, Cara, Kendall, Jenny, Joe, Ceci, herself and me) tickets to go see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra (TSO) perform at De Anza College in Cupertino, CA last night. We arrived, late from dinner and with the first set of completely incorrect Yahoo directions I have ever seen, about 30 minutes late to something I thought would be an Orchestra doing Christmas Carols in a nice, classical way. Oooooh, no – TSO is a composition of R&B singers, 80’s rock guitarists (bass player from Savatage and the lead guitarist from Alice Cooper’s old band) and enough lights to get a tan in the back row.

It was not at all what I expected, but it turned out to be a great show and it was very amusing to hear the familiar tunes of the Christmas season being wailed out on electric guitars accompanied by bass, synthesizer and heavy drums.

The outfits, the big hair, the way they spoke and carried themselves was great – very 80’s. We had a few die-hards (40-year old men with long hair and big bellies, yelling and giving the band ‘the horns’ [handsignal] while they are doing Chrismas Carols) in the audience as well, which just upped the ante. Finally, they played the music of the Retard Choir Christmas Carol (click the “Merry Christmas” link at the top) which left Joe, Sam and Kendall in tears.

Precious…

Denmark’s New Laptop

I know it says that denmark posted this, but it was really Thad!!... But I like it. Now all of you can help me out :)I’m looking for a personal laptop. My criteria are:

Fast, Non-P4 processor
Good, ~15″ screen (SVGA, UXGA)
min. 20GB HDD
DVD-ROM and CD-RW
Integrated WirelessLAN
CableLAN

Preferred brands are Sony, HP and Dell

Can I have some comments and suggestions from everyone…?

Best Regards,
Michael

A Thousand Marbles

OK, that's it! Denmark is a goner... He's lost ALL his marbles. Before the age of 75 even!Sitting at work this weekend, I got to thinking about life and it seems to me that the older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of (usually) not having to be at work.

Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the kitchen of Chez Hugo for a bit to eat after a good night of beer, video games and good times with the room mates, and what began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.

I came across a Saturday morning talk show. I heard an older sounding chap with a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business himself. He was talking about “a thousand marbles” to someone named “Tom”.

I was intrigued and sat down to listen to what he had to say. “Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter’s dance recital”.

He continued, “Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities.” And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a “thousand marbles”.

“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years. Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I’m getting to the important part”.

“It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail”, he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.”

“So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had.”

“I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round-up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in my workshop next to the radio. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away.”

“I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.”

“Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.”

“It was nice to talk to you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your loved ones, and I hope to meet you again someday. Have a good morning!”

You could have heard a pin drop when he finished. Even the show’s moderator didn’t have anything to say for a few moments. He gave me something to think about.

Follow-up: Denmark’s Triathlon

Hey Adam... you know the girls love a triathlon hardbody... keep at it and they will come...

As about a month has passed and I have fully recovered from my Santa Cruz Sentinal Triathlon on September 29th, I was urged to share a bit of the experience.

First and foremost, I’d like to thank Shannon, Cara, Joe and Sam for showing up to support me. It meant a lot to me to have people there cheering and to talk to after the event. It was a fantastic, sunny day in Santa Cruz and we had some time to enjoy it. Thanks for showing up guys! 🙂

Although practically prevented from training because of a hefty work load, I did manage to take more than two minutes off my personal best (PB); the new time is 2:37;56 for 1.5K swim, 40K bike and 10K run. That distance is better known as the olympic or international distance, and is about 1/4 of a full Ironman race.

As I was competing in the Clydesdale Division (for portly gentlemen weighing in at 200+ lbs), I placed 9th in that class. However, my placing overall is hardly impressive: 397 of 900. You can see the results posted here. The Clydesdales are at the very top of the page…

Improving my PB without much training is most likely a product of the varying distances and difficulties of the courses. My previous PB was set on a very hilly bike and run course, where this one was relatively flat and I had a newer, better bike for this race. I credit better tools for my success 🙂

Anyway, it was a great event. I expect to compete more next year, starting in the late spring, and hopefully I can continue to get people to show up for these races. I only do it for fun, and I love when I have company for training and for competition.

Yours faithfully,
– the Triathlon Office Mouse

PS. For the original triathlon posting, please see the 20th of August posting in the archives.