<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:01:10.810-08:00</updated><category term='Williamsburg'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Mets'/><title type='text'>sup</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276.post-8723321490450243507</id><published>2009-09-20T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:00:19.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petite?  Up yours.</title><content type='html'>See, I already knew that every inch of a person's height corresponds to around $789 of additional earning per year.  Controlled for gender, weight, and age, on average, a 6-foot tall dude makes $5,525 more annually than someone that's my height (5'6").  Fine.  I get it.  There aren't really any short Presidents anymore, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?  Now I found out that tall people are, on average, happier than &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601124&amp;amp;sid=aErF0kWDAMVw"&gt;petite&lt;/a&gt; people.  And have higher levels of education.  The researchers even checked for different demographics and ethnic divisions, but naw, it's height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, eff all y'all.  While it is clearly true that I'm poor and miserable, I can easily grab that middle seat on the F train and fly coach without sucking on my kneecaps.  So suck it, tall dudes.  If you all look down, I'll be the tiny guy at the bar sadly sipping his drink, but saving money because it costs my petite ass less money to get drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-8723321490450243507?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8723321490450243507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=8723321490450243507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/8723321490450243507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/8723321490450243507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/petite-up-yours.html' title='Petite?  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I responded. The forward (excluding the other comments of how insightful the email was from other forwarders) --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Take the three minutes to read this. Maybe he is wrong. What if he is right?&lt;br /&gt;David Kaiser is a respected historian whose published works have covered a broad&lt;br /&gt;range of topics, from European Warfare to American League Baseball. Born in&lt;br /&gt;1947, the son of a diplomat, Kaiser spent his childhood in three capital cities:&lt;br /&gt;Washington D.C. , Albany , New York , and Dakar , Senegal .. He attended Harvard&lt;br /&gt;University , graduating there in 1969 with a B.A. in history. He then spent&lt;br /&gt;several years more at Harvard, gaining a PhD in history, which he obtained in&lt;br /&gt;1976. He served in the Army Reserve from 1970 to 1976.&lt;br /&gt;He is a professor in&lt;br /&gt;the Strategy and Policy Department of the United States Naval War College . He&lt;br /&gt;has previously taught at Carnegie Mellon, Williams College and Harvard&lt;br /&gt;University . Kaiser's latest book, The Road to Dallas, about the Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;assassination, was just published by Harvard University Press.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. David&lt;br /&gt;KaiserHistory Unfolding&lt;br /&gt;I am a student of history. Professionally, I have&lt;br /&gt;written 15 books on history that have been published in six languages, and I&lt;br /&gt;have studied history all my life. I have come to think there is something&lt;br /&gt;monumentally large afoot, and I do not believe it is simply a banking crisis, or&lt;br /&gt;a mortgage crisis, or a credit crisis. Yes these exist, but they are merely&lt;br /&gt;single facets on a very large gemstone that is only now coming into a sharper&lt;br /&gt;focus.&lt;br /&gt;Something of historic proportions is happening. I can sense it because&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels, smells, what it looks like, and how people react to it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a perfect storm may be brewing, but there is something happening within our&lt;br /&gt;country that has been evolving for about ten to fifteen years. The pace has&lt;br /&gt;dramatically quickened in the past two.&lt;br /&gt;We demand and then codify into law&lt;br /&gt;the requirement that our banks make massive loans to people we know they can&lt;br /&gt;never pay back? Why?&lt;br /&gt;We learned just days ago that the Federal Reserve, which&lt;br /&gt;has little or no real oversight by anyone, has "loaned" two trillion dollars&lt;br /&gt;(that is $2,000,000,000,000) over the past few months, but will not tell us to&lt;br /&gt;whom or why or disclose the terms. That is our money. Yours and mine. And that&lt;br /&gt;is three times the $700 billion we all argued about so strenuously just this&lt;br /&gt;past September. Who has this money? Why do they have it? Why are the terms&lt;br /&gt;unavailable to us? Who asked for it? Who authorized it? I thought this was a&lt;br /&gt;government of "we the people," who loaned our powers to our elected leaders.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;We have spent two or more decades intentionally&lt;br /&gt;de-industrializing our economy.. Why?&lt;br /&gt;We have intentionally dumbed down our&lt;br /&gt;schools, ignored our history, and no longer teach our founding documents, why we&lt;br /&gt;are exceptional, and why we are worth preserving. Students by and large cannot&lt;br /&gt;write, think critically, read, or articulate. Parents are not revolting,&lt;br /&gt;teachers are not picketing, school boards continue to back mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;We have now established the precedent of protesting every close election&lt;br /&gt;(violently in California over a proposition that is so controversial that it&lt;br /&gt;simply wants marriage to remain defined as between one man and one woman. Did&lt;br /&gt;you ever think such a thing possible just a decade ago?) We have corrupted our&lt;br /&gt;sacred political process by allowing unelected judges to write laws that&lt;br /&gt;radically change our way of life, and then mainstream Marxist groups like ACORN&lt;br /&gt;and others to turn our voting system into a banana republic. To what&lt;br /&gt;purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Now our mortgage industry is collapsing, housing prices are in free&lt;br /&gt;fall, major industries are failing, our banking system is on the verge of&lt;br /&gt;collapse, social security is nearly bankrupt, as is Medicare and our entire&lt;br /&gt;government. Our education system is worse than a joke (I teach college and I&lt;br /&gt;know precisely what I am talking about) - the list is staggering in its length,&lt;br /&gt;breadth, and depth.. It is potentially 1929 x ten...And we are at war with&lt;br /&gt;an enemy we cannot even name for fear of offending people of the same religion,&lt;br /&gt;who, in turn, cannot wait to slit the throats of your children if they have the&lt;br /&gt;opportunity to do so.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we have elected a man that no one really&lt;br /&gt;knows anything about, who has never run so much as a Dairy Queen, let alone a&lt;br /&gt;town as big as Wasilla , Alaska . All of his associations and alliances are with&lt;br /&gt;real radicals in their chosen fields of employment, and everything we learn&lt;br /&gt;about him, drip by drip, is unsettling if not downright scary (Surely you have&lt;br /&gt;heard him speak about his idea to create and fund a mandatory civilian defense&lt;br /&gt;force stronger than our military for use inside our borders? No? Oh, of course.&lt;br /&gt;The media would never play that for you over and over and then demand he answer&lt;br /&gt;it. Sarah Palin's pregnant daughter and $150,000 wardrobe are more&lt;br /&gt;important.)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Obama's winning platform can be boiled down to one word:&lt;br /&gt;Change. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so afraid for my country and for my children&lt;br /&gt;as I am now.&lt;br /&gt;This man campaigned on bringing people together, something he&lt;br /&gt;has never, ever done in his professional life. In my assessment, Obama will&lt;br /&gt;divide us along philosophical lines, push us apart, and then try to realign the&lt;br /&gt;pieces into a new and different power structure. Change is indeed coming. And&lt;br /&gt;when it comes, you will never see the same nation again.&lt;br /&gt;And that is only the&lt;br /&gt;beginning..&lt;br /&gt;As a serious student of history, I thought I would never come to&lt;br /&gt;experience what the ordinary, moral German must have felt in the mid-1930s In&lt;br /&gt;those times, the "savior" was a former smooth-talking rabble-rouser from the&lt;br /&gt;streets, about whom the average German knew next to nothing. What they should&lt;br /&gt;have known was that he was associated with groups that shouted, shoved, and&lt;br /&gt;pushed around people with whom they disagreed; he edged his way onto the&lt;br /&gt;political stage through great oratory. Conservative "losers" read it right&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;And there were the promises. Economic times were tough, people were&lt;br /&gt;losing jobs, and he was a great speaker. And he smiled and frowned and waved a&lt;br /&gt;lot. And people, even newspapers, were afraid to speak out for fear that his&lt;br /&gt;"brown shirts" would bully and beat them into submission. Which they did -&lt;br /&gt;regularly. And then, he was duly elected to office, while a full-throttled&lt;br /&gt;economic crisis bloomed at hand - the Great Depression. Slowly, but surely he&lt;br /&gt;seized the controls of government power, person by person, department by&lt;br /&gt;department, bureaucracy by bureaucracy. The children of German citizens were at&lt;br /&gt;first, encouraged to join a Youth Movement in his name where they were taught&lt;br /&gt;exactly what to think. Later, they were required to do so. No Jews of&lt;br /&gt;course,&lt;br /&gt;How did he get people on his side? He did it by promising jobs&lt;br /&gt;to the jobless, money to the money-less, and rewards for the military-industrial&lt;br /&gt;complex. He did it by indoctrinating the children, advocating gun control,&lt;br /&gt;health care for all, better wages, better jobs, and promising to re-instill&lt;br /&gt;pride once again in the country, across Europe , and across the world. He did it&lt;br /&gt;with a compliant media - did you know that? And he did this all in the name of&lt;br /&gt;justice and .... . .. change. And the people surely got what they voted&lt;br /&gt;for.&lt;br /&gt;If you think I am exaggerating, look it up. It's all there in the&lt;br /&gt;history books.&lt;br /&gt;So read your history books. Many people of conscience objected&lt;br /&gt;in 1933 and were shouted down, called names, laughed at, and ridiculed. When&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill pointed out the obvious in the late 1930s while seated in the&lt;br /&gt;House of Lords in England (he was not yet Prime Minister), he was booed into his&lt;br /&gt;seat and called a crazy troublemaker. He was right, though. And the world came&lt;br /&gt;to regret that he was not listened to.&lt;br /&gt;Do not forget that Germany was the&lt;br /&gt;most educated, the most cultured country in Europe . It was full of music, art,&lt;br /&gt;museums, hospitals, laboratories, and universities. And yet, in less than six&lt;br /&gt;years (a shorter time span than just two terms of the U. S. presidency) it was&lt;br /&gt;rounding up its own citizens, killing others, abrogating its laws, turning&lt;br /&gt;children against parents, and neighbors against neighbors.. All with the best of&lt;br /&gt;intentions, of course. The road to Hell is paved with them.&lt;br /&gt;As a practical&lt;br /&gt;thinker, one not overly prone to emotional decisions, I have a choice: I can&lt;br /&gt;either believe what the objective pieces of evidence tell me (even if they make&lt;br /&gt;me cringe with disgust); I can believe what history is shouting to me from&lt;br /&gt;across the chasm of seven decades; or I can hope I am wrong by closing my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;having another latte, and ignoring what is transpiring around me..&lt;br /&gt;I choose&lt;br /&gt;to believe the evidence. No doubt some people will scoff at me, others laugh, or&lt;br /&gt;think I am foolish, naive, or both. To some degree, perhaps I am. But I have&lt;br /&gt;never been afraid to look people in the eye and tell them exactly what I&lt;br /&gt;believe-and why I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I pray I am wrong. I do not think I am. Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;the only hope is our vote in the next elections.&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;Kaiser Jamestown , Rhode IslandUnited&lt;br /&gt;States I HOPE THIS IF NOTHING ELSE GETS YOU TO THINKING&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING NOW AND WHAT MAY LAY AHEAD? IF IT CAUSES THE SLIGHTEST&lt;br /&gt;BIT OF CONCERN, PASS IT ON TO OTHERS TO READ AND REPOST IT BEFORE THERE IS&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING LEFT FOR US TO DO. IF YOU ARE ASKED TO TURN IN YOUR GUNS IN THE NEAR&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE, WHAT YOU HAVE JUST READ IS COMING TRUE. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my response.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;My opinions on this --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was completely floored that a published Historian with ties to some of our best universities could ever write something like this. I was happy to find out that Kaiser, of course, did NOT write this at all. In fact, he wrote --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first two sentences, beginning, "For the past thirty years," were of course written by me; the rest of the email was not written by me. Its views are in many ways the opposite of my own. It is apparently some sort of conservative disinformation campaign, quite possibly the work of a single individual, designed to muddy the political waters by falsely attributing views to others. I obviously regret the deception."&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/proportions.asp"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/proportions.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This email is also sometimes attributed to Dr. Tim Wood of Southern Baptist University. He also distanced himself immediately and wrote -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would be lying if I said I was not upset. Even above and beyond the fact that the comparison is utterly ridiculous (anyone who believes that truly has no understanding of the depths of evil plumbed by the Nazi regime)..."A good read - &lt;a href="http://sbuschollian.blogspot.com/2009/03/historian-deals-with-online-identity.html"&gt;http://sbuschollian.blogspot.com/2009/03/historian-deals-with-online-identity.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, are my opinions on this email -&lt;br /&gt;So much of it is inaccurate. Our economy is being de-industrialized because multi-national corporations can find cheaper labor elsewhere. Schools are not being dumbed down (though No Child Left Behind is an educational nightmare and doesn't promote thinking, creativity, and freedom), founding documents are still being taught (American History - 4th Grade), and students can still read and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our economy is in serious trouble, but has shown signs of stabilizing and is in no way 1929 x 10. We can name our enemy, and his name is Osama Bin Laden, but most Muslims do not want to slit our throats given the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about our President is scary (even if you find some of his views scary). And yes, this country wanted a Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But equating our President with Adolph Hitler is, to put it mildly, crossing the line. No one is afraid to speak out against our President. Dozens, if not hundreds of TV and radio personalities do it daily. There was just a demonstration in Washington where thousands of people expressed their displeasure. Loudly. Compare that to Hitler and the Nazis who organized the systematic murder and torture of around 17 million people, some of which disagreed with him politically (Communists), religiously (Jews, Catholic clergy), ethnically (Poles, Serbs), socially (homosexuals, the handicapped) or militarily (POWs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is a veiled outcry about the health care debate and government spending, this is an odd parallel to draw. If anyone can be accused of taking away freedoms, it was via the last administration's Patriot Act, its violation of the Geneva Convention, and invading other countries without the support of the international community would come closer. Still, Dick Cheney on his worst day does not begin to approach the evils of Hitler and the Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to have a civil debate about our country's policies. I understand the philosophical debate between conservatives and liberals. Conservatives (with a Libertarian slant) tend to view government as inherently inefficient and usually unnecessary and meddlesome in a market-driven economy. As someone who is more liberal, I do think at times the government needs to step in for the sake of society and social welfare. I think it was a good idea for the government to socialize the fire departments 150 years ago. I think the government does a better job than the independent fire fighting companies of the 19th century. I have no problem with government sometimes regulating business, such as establishing a minimum wage, outlawing child labor, or passing laws to protect our environment. It is my opinion that sometimes the free market fails to consider society's needs as a whole. I think over the past few decades, it has become clear that we need to regulate the health industry as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one who thinks this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't trust Obama, trust the doctors of this country. The AMA supports health care reform. It is on their front page -- &lt;a href="http://www.ama-assn.org/"&gt;http://www.ama-assn.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't trust our doctors, trust our nurses. The ANA supports Obama's drive for reform on their front page as well - &lt;a href="http://www.nursingworld.org/"&gt;http://www.nursingworld.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a senior, read the AARP's page on myths about health care reform - &lt;a href="http://bulletin.aarp.org/yourhealth/policy/articles/health_care_reform2.html"&gt;http://bulletin.aarp.org/yourhealth/policy/articles/health_care_reform2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also worth nothing is that every single industrialized nation on the planet offers universal health care except the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are worried about the federal budget, so am I, but we need to control health care costs. I would also like to know why the fiscal conservatives of our country weren't shouting during the Iraq war, which has cost our country almost one trillion dollars to date (the same as the projected cost of health care over ten years), or when tax cuts were issued when we were running record deficits. The biggest increase of the National Debt in our history occurred during the last administration, from $5.73 trillion to $10.7 trillion, and our current recession hasn't helped the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important point for me is that wherever any one of us stands on these issues, promoting intellectual dishonesty, hatred, and fear is not a policy or a solution and adds nothing to the debate. I'd like to think that we can all calm down and engage in a discussion without calling the other side Nazis, Soviets, Marxists, or whatever else the far-right or far-left fanatics are shouting about this week for ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country can be better than that. Sorry for the length of this email,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could have used better wordiage, maybe I could have kept my themes clearer, but c'mon. C'mmaaaaaan. Hitler, people? 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She is reading/scanning it casually out of curiosity, but certainly not taking it to heart.  I scanned a few of its pages and not surprisingly took it to heart.  It hit one of my pet peeves about the world - bad "science" and terrible research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post my rambling email I sent to her this morning.  I thought it was a good idea to write this email instead of, say, "getting ready for work" and "making sure I'd be on time."  Priorities, people, all about priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Re: Skinny Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you effing kidding me?  This is poor science.  Maybe the rest of the book is better, and the chapter I read in the beginning seemed very good, but the meat eating thing reeks of poor science - having a conclusion, then hunting around for evidence to support it.  I haven't taken an anthro class in a decade and can tell this section is rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atkins diet is moronic.  Obviously.  "If you study animals in the wild, you will note that they do not rely on anything other than their natural hunting ability, speed, strength, claws, teeth, and jaws."   Then the girls go on to describe how physically frail we are.  And that we'd get our ass kicked if we tried to hunt with our bare hands.  That we would be helpless without silverware or an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  There are so many things wrong with these three pages it is unbelievable.  It seems that the girls have forgotten that controlling our environment through intelligence and tool use can change our evolutionary trajectory.  It seems they have forgotten that there are things called "scavengers" that can also eat meat.  They seem to have forgotten about half of our teeth, designed for ripping and tearing.  They must have forgotten that before using ovens, humans domesticated fire...i dunno...two MILLION years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if this were the case and eating meat did help us evolve, look at what we evolved from.  We looked like friggin' apes and had massive heads, strong jaws, and brute strength.  Maybe back then we were supposed to eat meat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?  Seriously?  Did they watch 1,000,000 BC for their evolutionary research?  We looked like apes because of our common ancestor.  True.  But these big cave dudes that we evolved from were...smaller than us.  Every Australopithecine was smaller than us.  Homo habilis, Homo erectus, and I'm sure the half dozen other early Homo species were *all* smaller than us.  What was a reason they had huge heads and jaws?  We had bigass teeth to grind tough plant material.  When we domesticated fire and could begin breaking down plant and animal products into more easily digestible substances our teeth and skulls began to get smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the last time we checked, we aren't cavemen anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure they think early humans meant Neanderthals.  Big dudes with clubs, eating a mammoth a day.  Last I checked, Neanderthals were evolutionary dead ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is apparent they are discounting or not aware of the last two million years of human evolution.  They go on to talk about our digestive tract, our saliva, comparing it to carnivores.  Maybe it differs because we are OMNIvores.  Maybe it differs because unlike every other carnivore, we tend not to eat raw meat, and haven't for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get preachy about factory farming?  No problem.  Want to talk about fad diets being dumb?  Good, they are.  Want to try to help girls eat sensibly?  Fantastic.  But read this book with a grain of salt (which I know you already are).  The fact that my passing knowledge of human evolution can completely rip apart these three pages of text makes me think that if I had passing knowledge of some other topics in this book, they, too may not hold up to scrutiny.  Books like these that sound like science can be as bad as the fad diets and myths they are trying to debunk, and there is no reason more research wasn't done to avoid that.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;See, this pisses me off in the same way intelligent design pisses me off.  It is worse than Creationism, because it wears a veneer of science while possessing none of its rigors and operates in the wrong direction (conclusion first).  Boo, I say.  Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-6135767923512593443?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6135767923512593443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=6135767923512593443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/6135767923512593443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/6135767923512593443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2008/07/skinny-bitch.html' title='Skinny Bitch'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276.post-5472094890241008654</id><published>2008-07-18T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:12:28.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sample Sizes</title><content type='html'>I've got irrefutable, scientifically sound evidence that people in New York are nicer than people in Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weekends ago, I met a few of my friends (Ian and his girl Kim, Chandra and her girl Tavara) in Philadelphia to have a touristy weekend.  We stayed at Elizabeth and Greg(g?)'s place, which are a few of the Quackenfriends with their two dogs, two cats, one newborn, and one 2.5 year old.  Good mammals and a real credit to their species, all of them (except maybe that temperamental basement cat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been listening to the JLQ iPod a bit on the train ride down and stashed it in the front packet of my trusty AMEX duffel bag before exiting the SEPTA R7 train in Philly.  When we got to the Quackenfriend's place, I didn't see the iPod.  The only possible explanations were that the iPod was stolen from my bag or that it fell out somehow and some guy in a Chase Utley jersey saw this happen, picked it up, began cackling, and scurried off to his 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.  These are the only things that could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast that to my experiences this month in NYC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, during an especially hot day, I was rushing to an appointment off 1st Avenue on the Upper East Side.  A few seconds after I got to the building, two tweens rush in after me and inform me that I had dropped my cell phone.  I thanked them a few times and headed up the elevator to my appointment, thinking that I should have given them ten bucks or something for being such rad girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, during a somewhat hot day, I was rushing to an appointment off Lexington Avenue on the Upper East Side.  I walked out of the 6-train stop at 96th street, listening to my iPod and generally oblivious to the world.  I saw a woman in front of me stop and look back over her shoulder down the subway stairs.  Since it was 9:15am and I had just taken four trains and was late to my appointment, my first thought was, "MOVE, YOU RETARDED IDIOT SHITFUCK!  I AM LATE AND I HATE THE MORNINGS AND RUSH HOUR AND YOUR FACE!"  A fraction of a second later, I figure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; may want to look at what's going on and maybe step out of my grumpy morning zone for a second.  Turns out a 30-something year-old guy was trying to tell me I had dropped my cell phone from my pocket and that maybe I should take it from him.  I thanked him a few times and walked to my appointment, thinking that it was ok that I didn't give him ten bucks or something for being such a rad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion?  That I shouldn't drop my phone so much?  No.  That I shouldn't go to the Upper East Side anymore because every time I lose my phone I'm there?  No, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct conclusion is that 100% of the time when I lose one of my electronics in NYC, someone makes damn sure I get it back.  And 100% of the time when I lose portable electronics in Philly, a guy in a Chase Utley jersey steals it, then sells it to buy mediocre cheese steaks at &lt;a href="http://www.patskingofsteaks.com/Site/Welcome.html"&gt;Pat's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.genosteaks.com/"&gt;Gino's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-5472094890241008654?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5472094890241008654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=5472094890241008654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/5472094890241008654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/5472094890241008654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sample-sizes.html' title='Sample Sizes'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276.post-4361745756192073068</id><published>2008-07-18T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:33:10.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>All hail the camera phone!</title><content type='html'>I like my little phone.  It has a touch-screen, a keyboard, it is small, it usually works, it cost me less than a hundred bucks.  It has a pretty bad camera.  I'm not going to carry a real camera around with me, so most of the pictures I'm going to take in 2008 are going to be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also mentioned to to fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://gordreport.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gordon&lt;/a&gt; that personal blogs seem to have different purposes.  I envisioned this thing being one-third diary, one-third keep-in-touch-with-friends-that-don't-live-so-close-no-more, and one-third things that I think are deep/cool/observations that other people have noticed for along time but I just realized and now I think I'm special and clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is going to be mostly diary, unless other people enjoy blurry pictures of things I've seen without much in the way of context, explanation, or conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get to the pics -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care Bears on Fire were fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDkMwaAzkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Uusc9Wfa-F4/s1600-h/Photo_062608_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDkMwaAzkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Uusc9Wfa-F4/s320/Photo_062608_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224426475553345090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 19-piece Jersey-Metal band later in the night at Otto's Shrunken Head was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDk19IStgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DKzfVa2HmIE/s1600-h/Photo_062608_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDk19IStgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DKzfVa2HmIE/s320/Photo_062608_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224427183343318530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last band at Otto's was surprisingly good and even had a few fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDldh8pxcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y1GTYFF04oc/s1600-h/Photo_062608_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDldh8pxcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y1GTYFF04oc/s320/Photo_062608_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224427863241508290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Loved Ones, who opened before the Hold Steady, rocked the shit out of the crowd during a insane storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDmPRmiyDI/AAAAAAAAABE/l7-aGWs3duA/s1600-h/Photo_062908_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDmPRmiyDI/AAAAAAAAABE/l7-aGWs3duA/s320/Photo_062908_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224428717847267378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hold Steady did not disappoint, and it was nice to be in the first two rows of people the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDm50Yl1SI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ecOiyEWNpc/s1600-h/Photo_062908_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDm50Yl1SI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ecOiyEWNpc/s320/Photo_062908_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224429448738493730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oddly enough for the area (Williamsburg/Greenpoint) the crowd was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDo_lvBZ7I/AAAAAAAAABc/Yzq_eqfUn7g/s1600-h/Photo_062908_004+dry+boxers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDo_lvBZ7I/AAAAAAAAABc/Yzq_eqfUn7g/s400/Photo_062908_004+dry+boxers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224431746908514226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frightened Rabbit (below) and Oxford Collective at Southpaw were both fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDroT0Fl9I/AAAAAAAAABk/HcDWqAjQf0g/s1600-h/Photo_070208_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDroT0Fl9I/AAAAAAAAABk/HcDWqAjQf0g/s320/Photo_070208_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224434645495814098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live music is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I probably won't go to one of the best free NY concerts, the &lt;a href="http://siren.villagevoice.com/siren/"&gt;Siren festival&lt;/a&gt;, this weekend because God is going to make it really hot again this year and my jerkface friend Stefan is having his awesome, &lt;a href="http://www.evite.com/gtimages/G/D/F/GDFWXPEQVZJFYCEFMYAP.jpg"&gt;shitty&lt;/a&gt; birthday party that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-4361745756192073068?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4361745756192073068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=4361745756192073068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/4361745756192073068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/4361745756192073068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-hail-camera-phone.html' title='All hail the camera phone!'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SIDkMwaAzkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Uusc9Wfa-F4/s72-c/Photo_062608_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276.post-5726946969162554035</id><published>2008-07-02T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:38:11.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're really scottish</title><content type='html'>The drummer played the drums really hard and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good opening band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One too many drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice walk home in perfect weather from a show in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Goose.  A touch of the pipeweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good client to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to pick up laundry, get a haircut, or clean the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anya and Jerf missed a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-5726946969162554035?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5726946969162554035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=5726946969162554035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/5726946969162554035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/5726946969162554035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2008/07/theyre-really-scottish.html' title='They&apos;re really scottish'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276.post-635081673743497824</id><published>2008-06-30T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:39:30.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains</title><content type='html'>After two weeks of not being busy with work, I'm getting slammed this week.  Slammed is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Pixar to teach us about humanity through robots (or rats, or toys, or monsters...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wire is a great show.  Everyone who said so is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly good opening bands are fun.  The AOK Collective is a Brooklyn-based hip hop group that played before Care Bears on Fire at the CitySol festival on 23rd at the East River.  They were good.  Five dudes or so, coupla gals, good voices, good fun.  Care Bears is better than a novelty act but not as good as a good band.  They're probably better than a third of the bands that gig around the city on any given night, and they're like 12.  So good job there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 500 square foot beach near 21st street and the East River.  Rocks, sand, seaweed, and everything.  I really fucking liked that beach.  I liked the idea that there were beaches all around Manhattan before we, as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syreen"&gt;Syreen&lt;/a&gt; from Star Control 2 said, "paved over it (earth) in concrete and plastic."  Well put, &lt;a href="http://starcontrol.classicgaming.gamespy.com/sc2/images/talana.jpg"&gt;Talana&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh, and random bands playing loudly at Otto's Shrunken Head can be a helluva lot of fun.  Especially with a Tiki drink.  And a Kazoo.  And a free CD.  And a little pin.    Recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz see, I knew the Hold Steady would be great, and they were.  High expectations met.  Good crowd, tons of people, tons of space, and a beer for sale that I liked.  The added bonus was that one of the opening bands, The Loved Ones, were really fun as well.  It happened to be abso-fucking-lutely pouring when they were playing their set, which either added or detracted from the show, depending on how much you like somewhat annoying communal bonding experiences.  Me, I like em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that right there is why I like the summer more than the winter.  I get the cozy winter thing.  I get the warm foods, the idea that you can always put more clothing on to get warm, but can't do shit when it is real hot out.  The difference for me is that the mildly annoying weather in both seasons is treated differently.  In the summer, there are concerts and outdoor movies and shows and funky art things (waterfalls, telectroscope), and chilling in gardens, and eating outside with people, and going out to ballgames, and a million other outdoor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;social&lt;/span&gt; things going on.  The weather may suck, but it is a much more social season, a more fun season for me, than winter.  The winter feels more solitary to me.  I dig it in December, but can't stand it by the end of February.  But props to all seasons - not a lot of days beat First Skirt Day in the Sprint and the crispness and pertyness of the Autumn is sweet.  New York wouldn't be excited about any season without the previous season to set it up.  Good job, seasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-635081673743497824?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/635081673743497824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=635081673743497824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/635081673743497824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/635081673743497824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276.post-3784685194600766361</id><published>2008-06-26T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:41:03.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes/No</title><content type='html'>One taco, one hip-hop collective, one very competent tween girl punk band, one discounted beer, one small beach, one perpetual motion device, one aging New Jersey-based speed metalish band, one effective tiki drink, one loud punky band with one accordian, one order of friend chicken with a side of mashed potatoes, one Magic Hat #9, one bar we closed down, two friends, many coversations.  One nice night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/nodding/ /smiling/ /eyes closed/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-3784685194600766361?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3784685194600766361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=3784685194600766361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/3784685194600766361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/3784685194600766361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesno.html' title='Yes/No'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276.post-2174251137253841752</id><published>2008-06-26T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:10:29.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Williamsburg'/><title type='text'>Bad pictures, Bad band</title><content type='html'>Here's a link to their music.  Remember, this is how they sound in the "studio."  Their voices are a billion times better recorded than they are live.  Let that sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/evermacaque"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/evermacaque&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a CentroPic of them destroying my will to live -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQB0LH_szI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gbCUShi6hq4/s1600-h/Photo_062508_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQB0LH_szI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gbCUShi6hq4/s320/Photo_062508_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216296264253027122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another from the second level of the Billyburg venue (approximate temperature of second floor: 121 degrees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQCePJ6J9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/RqI6_zoKNzQ/s1600-h/Photo_062508_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQCePJ6J9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/RqI6_zoKNzQ/s320/Photo_062508_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216296986889299922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Andy D (the rapper-singer-songwriter) and Lord Midnight (rocking the hair, silver outfit, and guitar) came and saved the day -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQDC70Yr-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/agV_D0eBdX0/s1600-h/Photo_062508_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQDC70Yr-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/agV_D0eBdX0/s320/Photo_062508_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216297617353912290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a macaque that looks really pissed that Macaque is sucks so hard and his sullying his good name -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQDe6ag9WI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gAv7C8N9deU/s1600-h/macaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQDe6ag9WI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gAv7C8N9deU/s320/macaque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216298098013304162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macaque better watch it, this little guy looks like he's ready to throw down and ruin their shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-2174251137253841752?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2174251137253841752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=2174251137253841752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/2174251137253841752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/2174251137253841752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-pictures-bad-band.html' title='Bad pictures, Bad band'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JS0IrR-60kM/SGQB0LH_szI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gbCUShi6hq4/s72-c/Photo_062508_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514702950021060276.post-7011036631428077913</id><published>2008-06-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:10:15.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Williamsburg'/><title type='text'>Absolutes</title><content type='html'>Hey blogosphere.  A few people have told me "hey, you should have a blog."  So fine, why not?  Don't look for a theme here, there isn't gonna be one (at least not by design).  Let's jump right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At thirty years of age, I think saying anything is the best or worst of anything is tough.  My memory isn't that good, I've experienced a lot of good things and a bunch of crappy things and it makes comparisons difficult.  I ate at Peter Luger's a couple of years ago and enjoyed it.  Was it the best steak EVER?  I don't think so.  I also don't have a clear memory of eating a steak somewhere that was definitively better.  So maybe it was.  It was at a social outing tonight that helped me stumble on my mini-epiphany about bests and worsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I saw the worst live music show of my life tonight.  When I realized that I let it wash over me. It helped me appreciate the moment even more.  It was an experience.  It was in Williamsburg (of course), right by the water (but without much of a view), and not near any trace of civilization.  I bet the hipsters fucking love that.  Two girls in this band.  One with a MacBook and some small synth device, one awkwardly dancing around.  Both couldn't sing for shit.  I'm definitely a better singer than these girls and I'm *terrible*.  Off key, no discernible point to any song, atonal, terribly annoying, and generally painful to witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the worst band I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse than the loud craptastic Andrew WK opening acts.  Worse than that guy I saw who dressed like it was the 1920s and made gutteral, mumbling, faux-hillbilly attempts at old-timey music while stamping his foot on stage for 40 minutes.  Worse than Porno for Pyros at the end of freshman year.  Luckily, Jaime's friend came on stage after the two girls were done bludgeoning our souls and played guitar (while dressed in all silver) with his friend who techno-rock-rapped about drunk girls and Vikings.  Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk back to the subway (JMZ, Marcy) reminded me that I don't like Williamsburg so much.  Real ugly, pretty expensive, completely random, barbed wire, construction, light industrial zoning randomly near apartments.  Just a haphazard mess.  I don't need to write about rich hipsters who love it there - I have a feeling other blogs may have covered that already.  And I live in a similarly despised 'hood, so I shouldn't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly:&lt;br /&gt;I got excited about 4+ innings of no-hit ball thrown by John Maine of the NY Mets.  Fun to be a Met fan these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firing Willie Randoph was a good move.  He brought nothing to the table.  Nice guy though and should have been handled a bit more carefully by Mets GM Omar Minaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar Minaya.  Confuses me.  He just signed Andy Phillips.  Andy came up through the Yankee system, played a bit with the Yanks and sucked pretty bad.  Now he's 31 and got released by the Reds.  He's had around the equivalent of a full season of major league At Bats in his life and has hit 11 HRs and posted a .252/.294/.381/.675 (Batting Average, On Base Pct, Slugging Pct, OPS) line.  That's bad.  Roughly, that last number should be over .800 or so to be above average, depending on what position one plays.  Look, we all know Carlos Delgado needs to be partially platooned with a right-handed hitter, but why Andy Phillips?  I wish the Mets had some guy in their minor league system that can step in and provide some punch from the right side once or twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="playerBio"&gt;Valentino Pascucci.  Val.  He's a beast (6'6", 260) and he isn't terribly young at 29.  But he hits, if only in the minors.  He hit another home run tonight and his numbers aren't updated to show that, but his line for the Mets AAA club is - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="playerBio"&gt;.296/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="playerBio"&gt;.420/.587/1.007.  Add the homer and it'll be something like .300/.420/.600/1.020.  For reference, if that last number is over 1.000 you're awesome.  Usually only like a half dozen guys a year in all of baseball manage that.  What's even better is that he punishes left handed pitchers to the tune of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="playerBio"&gt;.404/.522/.865/1.388.  That's a better line than anyone has ever put up in the history of the game (except a juiced Bonds in 2004).  Now, do I expect he does this in the majors?  Hellsno.  But if he can only face lefties, I don't see why he can't hit .240/.325/.475/.800 for us (yeah, us - I'm with the Mets) this year.  Better than Delgado's .224/.267/.388/.655 vs Lefties this year, right?  Right.  Let's do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell Omar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="playerBio"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7514702950021060276-7011036631428077913?l=youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7011036631428077913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514702950021060276&amp;postID=7011036631428077913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/7011036631428077913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514702950021060276/posts/default/7011036631428077913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youshouldhaveablog.blogspot.com/2008/06/absolutes.html' title='Absolutes'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045420597831183113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
