Nick Buzolich Sr.

Nicholas Anthony Buzolich Sr.  1918 - 2003My Grandfather, Nicholas Anthony Buzolich Sr., passed away last Tuesday at his home in Irvine, California. My Dad said, “His big heart finally gave out on his big body.” He was born 3 October 1918.

When I’d ask him where his parents were from, he first said Yugoslavia, then more specifically an island off the Dalmatian coast of Croatia. Now when I think about it, the country his parents left to come to America from what was then part of Austria, and he came before and lived longer than Yugoslavia.

I’ll never forget we he took me fishing, long before I learned the value of quiet reflection. On my fifth or sixth birthday, he showed up having shaved his beard…I didn’t recognize him.

I remember building a glider airplane and him laughing at how I’d pick up the glue. He taught me how to walk up a steep hill with my feet turned perpendicular to the slope so I could clean the spiders out of the sprinkler heads in their backyard.

At 6’6″ tall, he towered over the basketball players of his generation. When I passed my Dad’s 6’2″ height, we would joke that height obviously skips generations.

Sara asked my Grandmother on Sunday where they went on their honeymoon. She replied, “The Northeast.” My Grandfather was on the professional tennis tour which took them around New York and New England after their wedding.

He will arrive in Heaven sailing a Sunfish, probably the one he built himself.

From the Orange County Register:

Nicholas Buzolich, 84, of Irvine, a high school teacher for Los Angeles Unified School District, died Feb. 25, 2003, of natural causes.

Nick on the Web:

* All-America Basketball at Pepperdine: 1944, 1946
* All-America Tennis at Pepperdine: 1945, 1946
* Athletics Hall of Fame at Pepperdine: inducted 1980
* Plaque on the San Pedro, CA SportsWalk for Basketball and Tennis
* Highest Scoring Average in 1944 NCAA Basketball Tournament: Scoring 22.5 ppg (45 of Pepperdine’s 85 total points.)
* Member of Harbor Soaring Society where you can find Nick’s Views

Watch Your Wallet

eCriminals Abound!The first few times I walked on the street in San Francisco, and later New York, I was sure that someone would lift my wallet. I’ve since relaxed my guard and become comfortable in large masses of people, confident that pickpockets were rare and unlikely to target someone of my modest resources. Today I received an email that has renewed my concerns for the safety of my money, this time for that of my PayPal account:

Dear Paypal Member,

Paypal is constantly working to increase security for all of our users.
To ensure the integrity of our payment network, we conduct frequent checks
on our system. To be able to serve you more securely please cooperate with
us providing information about your credit card. You are reqired to review your last credit card information.

Please Click Here and enter the information required.

Upon providing incorrect information your account will be suspended.
Thank you for your prompt attention to this matter.

Sincerely,

The Paypal Account Review Department

I followed the enclosed link, only to be brought to a page which has apparently been closed down. I suspect that a fraud has been perpetrated on many PayPal customers, one which I probably would have stumbled into myself had the site not been removed. I humbly submit this experience as a warning to those of you out there who keep money online. There are pick pockets. And they will find you.

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.
Continue reading “Should U.S. bomb Iraq?”

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