Monday, June 30, 2008
My daughter will be away for the next month, leaving me with a wide variety of food type ingredients and me with varying knowledge of what to do witht them. I can do something with most of them from noodles through kidney beans. She also left behind a large supply of Goya Barley. Stop laughing. Anyways, I've brewed lotsa beer with malted barley, and enjoy wonderfull mushroom barley soup, which is cold weather food. So c'mon gang, send me your barley recipies. And hopefully something that's palatable in this hot and humid Ohio summer.
I'll also preempt Erica here and note that I could store it with the corn. And thanks in advance for the Cholent recipies, but I don't want to take out my house, as well as a goodly portion of Greater Cleveland.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Back in '03 I was getting along nicely with this gal, and then met another and we hit it off a lot better. But that ended. Earlier this year I tried contacting the first one because we did get along well too, and enjoyed spending time with her. I must have contacted her just as her phone was being disconnected and she was moving. Anyways, I found her breathing and available (always positive traits, in my checklist).
More mid-60's Music for you.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
It's still too early for fantasy football.
Speaking of sitcoms, a couple ABC "reality" shows are dutifully trying to mimic Spike TV's Most Extreme Eliminations, one of the all time best. I Survived a Japanese Game Show was pretty good.
I'll get it together. Any day now. Cycling back into on-call the week after next.
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Speaking of wusses, I note with glee that InformationWeak, actually the journal of Offwhoring and F*ck America and all it's techies has ahem rightsized to 48 pages, the traditional size of MAD Magazine. At least Alfred E. was entertaining and ficticious. Bigmouth shitbag Rob Preston took a leave of absence during this latest fiasco. Now Rob looks, from his picture like the kind of guy that could kick my flabby DBA ass all over the landscape. Fair enuff. But he's not in charge of The Journal of Kicking DBA Ass. He's a pencilpusher who is supposed to serve the Tech industry. So the real question is, Can Robberino kick coding ass? Can he write tight SQL procedures so hard it will make the Optimizer wet it's pants? Huh?
Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
A note to all literary minded readers, the lovely and strange Erin O'Brien will be available on-line only, probably, where fine literature is purveyed, such as on Eirc's or HB's blog. The Cleveland Free Times and Scene, the two alternative nudes-papers are merging. Mainly, alternative to sanity. Don't know if they'll offer Lady O'Brien a column, but keep tuned to the above mentioned blogs for her latest shenanigans. I, CaptainSQL of StanTheManStanStan has spoken!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
And I was even sober when I wrote it!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I don't often post about polly-tix, since many others do that much better and being close to Cleveland and associated People's Republics, it's pretty futile locally. Observing the local nitwits in action (Tim Hagan, Jimmy DiMora, associated scum), shitty local judges (Cuyahoga County Domestic Relations Court, as a hole), and the recent sellout of America by the 5 Jihadis on the Supreme Court, I wonder if you can say we even have government in our major cities. Maybe it's not true all over, but certainly in Cleveland and Detroit the police are intimidated by criminals. How does this happen? The local politicians won't back up the cops. The cycle usually runs this way:
- The police do their duty protecting the citizens.
- Scumbag shoots at the police.
- Police shoot back.
- Automatic and immediate investigation happens, of the police.
- The usual loudmouth agitators demonstrate about the "poor kid" that was shot.
- Outraged liberal lawyers work the media and courts to go easy on said criminal.
- Mayor, et. al., sweep this under the rug.
- Local media follows up with weepy whiner about the poor kid.
And, of course, now we're gonna get it on a national level. Lawyers all around for terrorists. Threat of indictments against any serviceman or woman doing what they're supposed to do.
So, if a government doesn't protect it's citizens, what is it?
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Which Programming Language are You?
Here's my late spring/early summer geeky posting. Too bad they didn't have one for PL/1, the Programming Language of the Gods. Received my daughter last week and she's keeping Shabbos very well here. Next week starts her Health Career summer activity, which will keep me busy hopping downtown in the AM then out to the office. I've slowed things down around here pretty well in order to keep up with the frantic pace of said driving downtown. I think she's had a little too much exposure to Scrubs lately.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Now, a musical interlude for Shavous. There's some audio out there somewhere, but can't get the imbed:
I'm spending Hanukkah, in Santa Monica,
Wearing sandals lighting candles by the sea.
I spent Shavuos, in East St. Louis,
A charming spot but clearly not the spot for me. (n.b., it's a dump)
Those eastern winters, I can't endure 'em,
So every year I pack my gear And come out here to Purim.
Rosh Hashona, I spend in Arizona,
And Yom Kippa, way down in Mississippa.
But in Decemba, there's just one place for me.
'Mid the California flora,I'll be lighting my menorah.
Every California maid'll
Find me playing with a dreidl.
Santa Monica, spending Hanukkah by the sea
Dad was a lot older than me, 40 years older. He worked unloading boxcars until he hurt his back, then got to work selling building materials.
Actually, he was a lot older in the historic sense than just 40 chronological years. His family almost starved in WWI when his dad was wounded in the Austro-Hungarian Army and was put up in a Budapest hospital. He came from a different world. I just couldn't understand what he was getting at when I was in school, or why he got so mad when I cut up in Hebrew School, which was always. All that interwar Eastern European (euphemism for raving Jew hatred) shit was gone and I was living the life in the land of Dinah Shore and Howdy Doody. By the time I was 15 I knew all and was convinced he was hopeless. Yes, I was a teenage dumbass.
Only later, when I was in college did he open up about what happened to him in WWII. He was in the Polish Army from the beginning (1939) through the Siege of Breslau, where he was a Noncom in a replacement unit. At that fight the SS held out even after the German surrender because they knew what was coming and deserved all of it. If you have read Maus the story is similar, except he was poorer than Speigelman and had the luck to be handed over to the Russians after being captured by the Germans. Then followed slave labor in Siberia, trying to rejoin a reconstituted Polish Army (Anders), malaria, Central Asia, rejection by said Anders Army, joining the one in the east and a return to Poland. Then a lot of postwar misery until he came to the USA.
I admire the man for shaking off that misery and coming here and building a life. Best of all, me. It was hard to get close to him. Our interests, sports, ages, friends were all very different. I did get an appreciation of Professional Wrestling and The Three Stooges from him. I still don't get Soccer.
He made a narrative video about his life over there about 20 years ago. It bothers me that people shy away from seeing videos like this. I don't mean the general public, but at Temple. Who the fuck are they afraid of pissing off? It's too bad run away from our own history for fear of offending those that would kill us, defend those that would kill us, or cheer those that would kill us. That goes for sleazy politicians too.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Labels: King of the Hill
Square Root of Three
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun,as 1.7321
Such is my reality
,a sad irrationality
When hark! (hark?)
What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
What Kind of a Western Bad-Ass are You?
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|You scored as John Wayne|
You a classic all American cowboy who does the right thing. When you're sober. Which means occasionally. You like horses, the outdoors, whiskey, hot tempered women, whiskey, and bourbon.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Tommy Barkeep let loose that he's looking to move the wife and Bambino out to the Hinterlands of Solon. That drew a dirty look from Winegirl, she of the P.C. persuasion, probably of the belief that all must go down with the sinking ship of the People's Republic of Cleveland Heights. It also drew a hearty accolade (I can use that one, can't I?) from your's truly, along with the warning that the little rugrat had damn well be perfect. I mean, they kill the imperfect ones in Solon. I mean, it's just not natural that kids that smart kick ass in all sports too.
Too much Kumbiyah on TV now. Don't care about Obama. If we're stupid enough to elect him, you'll have Cleveland as your model for the next four years. And I don't mean the cartoon character on Family Guy.
Sunday, June 01, 2008