How MMA Is Changing the Fight Culture in Hollywood One Armbar at a Time
Posting this as a nod to one of my hubby’s favorite sports and to my son who briefly competed nationally in judo. I love a well choreographed fight scene in action movies.
Month: August 2013
Article: Cars In America: Is The Love Story Over?
Cars In America: Is The Love Story Over?
I hope Americans have finally seen the light.
Article: Microsoft Apologizes for Three-Day Outlook.com Outage
Microsoft Apologizes for Three-Day Outlook.com Outage
I just love this paragraph (it made me chuckle because it’s so true and typical of most of M$ software):
“The company blamed this particular incident on a failure of the caching service that interfaces with devices using Exchange ActiveSync, including most smartphones. The failure caused these devices to receive an error and continuously try to connect to Microsoft’s service, which resulted in a flood of traffic that the company’s servers did not handle properly.”
Article: Grammar Girl : Apostrophes in Science Fiction and Fantasy Names
Grammar Girl : Apostrophes in Science Fiction and Fantasy Names
http://www.quickanddirtytips.com/education/grammar/apostrophes-in-science-fiction-and-fantasy-names
I’ve read most of the Pern novels and never found the apostrophes annoying. The romance subplot usually did that.
Article: Kansas Citians create a fund to help cross the digital divide
Kansas Citians create a fund to help cross the digital divide
http://www.kansascity.com/2013/08/14/4411448/kansas-citians-create-a-fund-to.html
Long overdue. I will add this local charity to my end-of-year donation list.
70s Flashback
No, I’m not having flashbacks to the decade of disco, the oil crisis, feminism, civil rights, etc. I’m talking about autumn-like temperatures in the mid-70s at lunch time here in Kansas City. I took full advantage of the beautiful weather by walking a couple of blocks to my favorite local Italian restaurant for lunch.
For a comparison, here’s the average temperatures, historically, reported for Kansas City (thanks to the Weather Underground for the stats):
| August 14, 2013 | Max Temp | Min Temp |
|---|---|---|
| Normal (KMCI) | 88 °F | 68 °F |
| Record (KMCI) | 113 °F (1936) | 54 °F (2002) |
| Yesterday | 80 °F | 66 °F |
When I first walked out of my house this morning, I knew something was different. For starters, the sky was clear. I felt a bit of a chill in the air, not something I expect to feel in the middle of August during a Kansas summer. The dashboard information center in the van confirmed temperatures in the lower 60s in the pre-dawn morning air.
I took the above photograph about 20-25 minutes before sunrise this morning. I can’t take an actual sunrise photo during the work week because the sun is rising at or shortly after 6:30 a.m. Central local time. By that time, I’m fifteen minutes into my morning commute, picking up the last three of my vanpool riders. I did drive into a glorious golden orange sun hanging barely above the horizon for a few minutes. The atmosphere was pretty hazy, so I could look directly at the sun for long periods of time. I didn’t spy any sunspots though … my eyes are not quite that good. I’m far-sighted, but not that far-sighted.
So today I’m very thankful for mild temperatures, low humidity and beautiful clear skies.
A Bunch of Little Bits Make a Big Whole
Today’s gratitude journal post may be a bit rambly. I don’t have a cute photo to share. I’m not feeling extraordinarily witty either (not that I’m ever anything but marginally witty). Nothing momentous has occurred in the last twenty-four hours in my small sphere of space. But often it’s the little things that add up to the best moments.
I came home last night to some of the best grilled chicken courtesy of my hubby’s wonderful rub and grilling skills. Hands down it was hundreds of orders of magnitude better than the barbecued chicken I tried at the baseball game.
After dinner, we hung clingy clear plastic drop cloths in the main bathroom to prep for painting the ceiling. We managed to complete that task without too many harsh words or bodily harm.
We took the dogs, Lexy and Apollo, on a short walk after sundown. I could see the almost quarter moon easily, as well as Venus and Saturn (near the moon). Terry and Lexy headed home early and Apollo and I walked for another twenty minutes. I didn’t see many children out playing (a couple of teenagers) because school starts this week. Summer break is over for them.
Terry is taking both dogs to the vet today. We’re not sure what’s going on with Lexy. She’s got a spot up near her left shoulder-blade that she keeps trying to scratch. We’ve treated her for fleas and ticks and inspected her skin. We gave her a bath. She’s still scratching that spot. Terry’s worried she may have been bitten by something. Lexy will get a pedicure from the vet as well.
We’re also worried about Apollo. He’s been lethargic lately. And he has a growth on his back that we’ve had the vet look at before. Terry wants a needle biopsy done, so poor Apollo will get poked this afternoon. I can’t remember if he’s getting a pedicure or not like Lexy is.
All of them will get some sort of treat on the trip back home from the vet, probably mini-cheeseburgers.
So, today, and every other day, I’m grateful for my husband. He’s great at so many things:
- grilling
- home improvement
- pet care
- being awesome
My life would be empty without him.
Anti-Dog Days of Summer
I took the weekend off from my gratitude journal, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a ton of things to be grateful for.
Like most other weekends, I spent all of it with my hubby (shown eyeing me dubiously in the photo at left – I’m famous for my ‘candid camera’ approach to family photography). We took a break from our home improvement projects to attend my employer’s summer event at the T-bones baseball game Saturday night.
A short list of items I’m thankful for from the weekend:
- free barbecue with free beer (if you drink beer – I had water)
- free baseball
- free fireworks
- unKansas like summer temperatures in the 80s
- not having to water my lawn (because it’s been raining)
Terry and I enjoyed all of the above, plus a good effort by the T-bones against a team from Fargo, who out hit and out scored them to win by two. Saw a couple of double plays and a lot of errors that went mysteriously unreported for both teams. I also enjoyed seeing the blast from baseball days past coaching first base for the T-bones:
Frank even stopped at the bottom of our section, 109, to sign a few autographs after the game. Almost made me wish I’d moved down a few rows since most everyone left the game after the seventh inning stretch.
Terry and I stubbornly stayed in our assigned seats until the lights were turned off and the fireworks began, only to discover that you can’t see the fireworks from the stands. We quickly vacated our section and left through the front gate in time to see most of the fireworks. We were home before eleven o’clock and I debated staying up to watch the Perseid meteor shower. I opted for bed.
In hindsight, I should have stayed up as Sunday night/Monday morning, during the peak of the meteor shower, we experienced a vigorous thunderstorm which dumped an inch of rain in less than an hour during my Monday morning commute. Thankfully, there’s always next year for the Perseids.
Article: The Rise Of The Renting And Sharing Economy Could Have Catastrophic Ripple Effects
The Rise Of The Renting And Sharing Economy Could Have Catastrophic Ripple Effects
http://www.businessinsider.com/rise-of-the-renting-and-sharing-economy-2013-8
Stagnant wages are not helping nor are student loans.
Book Review: Daughter of the Forest by Marillier (3 Stars)
Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier
Read in August 2008
Part of me wanted desperately to give Daughter of the Forest four stars. Perhaps if I hadn’t read six or eight additional books during the time it took me to finish this one.
Sorcha is the seventh child (she has six older brothers) of the household of Seven Waters in Erin. Her mother died bearing her and her father seemingly can’t interact with his daughter because she reminds him of his beloved wife. He throws himself wholeheartedly and ruthless into the defense of Seven Waters.
This is a re-telling of an old Celtic faery tale (the Wild Swans). The ‘evil’ stepmother arrives, seduces and blinds the father and drives a wedge between the siblings. This culminates in an enchantment or curse that transforms the six brothers into swans. Sorcha barely escapes the spell.
To break the spell and save her brothers, she is required to never speak, never to tell her story by any means and to weave and sew six shirts for her brothers out of a spiny weed called starwort.
Sorcha struggles on for years. Since this tale is told in the first person from her point of view, it is easy to identify with her travails. However, even though it seems like if it weren’t for bad luck she would have no luck at all, I grew bored at times with the internal dialogue.
Sorcha has a nearly impossible task to complete that at times requires superhuman strength of will to inch forward. I was deeply moved by her plot and the few individuals who saw her strength and struggled and helped as the could without any understanding of her task.
I guess the biggest disappointment for me was that the second half of the tale seemed to be a thinly veiled romance. I literally saw that coming from miles away and it ended just as nearly all faery tales do, happily ever after.