Sunday, April 29, 2007

Scathing Political Opinion

I do not wish to alienate any of my readers, even the aliens, but I think our president is not a good one.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Philosophers Corner, again

Would you rather get an award named after someone (MacArthur, Pulitzer, etc) or have an award named after you?

Friday, April 20, 2007


A friend of mine who is more environmentally and socially active than most, recently told me not to feel guilty. I do not recall exactly what we were talking about but it was something like recycling or eating meat or kicking strangers. Which brings me to my new car. In my defense, it is more efficient and gets better mileage than my old car - a little Toyota pick up truck. I feel like I have to defend my new car, which is kind of like feeling guilty but I stopped feeling guilty because of the friend mentioned above. If I bought a Subaru that gets the same mileage I believe there would be less criticism from SUV haters. What if I put a sticker that says, "I am Changing the Earth's Climate, Ask Me How," on the back?

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


There were three basketball games happening at the same time in the gym at school a couple days ago. One game had all white players, one game had only black players and the third was made up of all Asian players.

I read the above out loud and it seemed like a punch line should follow but there isn't one.


Senator John Doolittle’s house was raided by the FBI today. I am from his district in California and a big fan of the beautiful American River Canyon that he tried to destroy.

Thanks to all the people whose photos I stole for this post.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Guest Post: Chuckie V

The songbirds sing their songs of praise while flowers I only wish I could name all display their vibrant hues. That reminds me...beyond a rose and maybe a daisy, I've never been able to identify various kinds of flowers. Same thing with birds and trees. I know how to tell a pine from an oak and an oak from an ostrich, but I would never be able to point out the difference between a cedar and a ponderosa, or a jeffrey pine and a bristlecone, or an ostrich from an emu. A douglas fir looks an awful lot like a white fir, which looks an awful lot like a red fir. None of them, by the way, are furry.
The thing is, everyone I know who knows how to correctly label plants or birds or insects are loony. (I realize this argument doesn't hold much water coming from a guy who likes to walk thousands of miles.) They recognize hundreds of different species but every so often one comes along that they cannot identify, one that absolutely stumps them. This is when their true looniness shines. They suggest things like, "Hmmm. You know, that could very well be a yellow-breasted yipper yapper, but then there's the off chance it might be a loose-necked crane snatcher." They know they don't know and they feel duped because of it, like Oprah Winfrey believing James Frey's tall tale.
Show an entomologist an insect he or she cannot scientifically name and I'll show you a miserable biologist. The same thing can be said for ornithologists. For sure, bird lovers are the worst. My friend Jon Sadler, the same guy who first introduced me to the PCT, is a bird watcher extraordinaire. He's been an Audubon Society member since he was nine. He has built his own aviaries. He carries binoculars everywhere he goes. He even---and I'm not kidding about this---listens to gigabytes worth of bird calls on his iPod. Nerd alert, let me tell you.
Anyway, every so often, Jon the bird nerd witnesses a feathered friend he cannot put a name to. "Chuck, you better come check this out," he whispers, as if we were brain surgeons in the middle of something work related. "I think I see a red-necked sapsucker. Well, maybe not..."
When this happens, as it tends to, he sulks around in shame for weeks. He hits his field guides harder than ever and studies as if he were going to be tested on the matter. Indeed, he is. There are thousands of species of birds and Jon only knows a few hundred. It's a sick self-inflicted sort of torture I tell you! And that's coming from someone who knows all about Sado-Masochism.
Methinks you needn't know the name of a particular plant or animal to appreciate its raw beauty. Hell, ninety-nine percent of the women I've ever lusted toward have remained nameless. It's better that way. I don't find them any less attractive just because I don't know their name. In fact, I usually find them more attractive. (Incidentally, please disregard that the English call women 'birds'.)
Anyway, as I walk by fields of blossoming flowers, I know that what I see, whether I know what it is I see, is attractive or not. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, not in his or her (bird)brain.


If you could read the bumper sticker on the back of this van you would see that it says:


Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Book Review

This is a great book. It is full of drinking and sarcasm - my two favorite things. They are often having drinks first thing in the morning and breakfast in the afternoon.
When I am done I a going to
Send this to one of our boys in the armed forces.

Sunday, April 08, 2007


This was until very recently a cup of tea. If the tea stains the cup so fast, imagine what the ten to fifteen cups a day I drink does to my teeth?

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Oldster or Oldspace

When I was young we had this thing kind of like Friendster or Myspace but less, um, sophisticated I guess. What would happen was you would meet someone at school or in the neighborhood and you would start talking and then eventually, if you got along, you would hang out with one another. Usually there was no need to ask (request, invite) the other person to be your friend – it was less formal. If it turned out that you and this person or peer got along well, a friendship just sort of happened. In some ways the “Proto-Myspace” was less effective - at least numbers wise. For example, if you made 3 or 4 good friends that was considered successful, but with these modern, friend-meeting websites, it is not uncommon for teenagers to have hundreds of friends. There are pluses and minuses to both the old style and the new style. The old method suited me better because I wouldn’t know what to do with hundreds of friends.


The good thing about being lighter than I have been since the tenth grade is that I can now wrestle at a lighter weight class, which should be an advantage.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007


Did you hear that they discovered a “faith gene?” Apparently there is a gene that allows some people to believe in a supernatural creator. Some people have and some don’t. Kind of like how some people have an enzyme for digesting lactose and some don’t. So, some people have what could be described as a predisposition for religion.
Now, let's pretend I wrote this on April 1st.