<?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-2916714022652230092</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:39:09.558-08:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='economics'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='transport'/><category term='law'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='study abroad'/><category term='Music'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='wustl'/><category term='college'/><category term='spelling bee'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='daily grind'/><category term='time'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Self Portraits</title><subtitle type='html'>Self Portraits</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-6983687998768676006</id><published>2012-01-17T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:31:48.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't be so sure about longitude and latitude...</title><content type='html'>I re-started watching West Wing a little while back, and my favorite episode, titled 'Someone is Going to Emergency, Someone is Going to Jail,' involves cartographers who request a new map become widespread since it showed the true size and location of each continent, which are markedly different from the maps we all used in school. I like this part because I like maps, but the episode later brings around the quotation I used as a title, showing that you cannot necessarily count on the things you know you can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we should know, count on, and not have to question is the axiom that children bury their parents. It's not the other way around- it never should be. Yet, twice in the last few months- once for a friend's younger brother, and this week, for a friend of mine- longitude and latitude are not so sure. While my friend was a truly incredible person, she will be written about by those who knew her better than I. I will only mention that her love of baseball was one of the few I have found that equaled or exceeded my own, and I will dearly miss that along with the rest of her kindnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't really know what to think. Like others, I am filled with sadness that my friend was taken away from those who loved her far too early. I heard the news via a phone call from someone whom I thought had mistakenly dialed my number- I didn't answer just in case, but called back immediately once I heard the tone of the voicemail, without even hearing the words. It's amazing how some things simply trump everything else, how after months of all but ignoring each others existence, someone can feel the pain and suffering in another's voice, and all is forgotten, with the greater purpose of making sure that someone is OK because you know the pain they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I don't know what to think, which is true, but I also cannot help but feel the sinking pit in my stomach when thinking about the whole situation. For the seventeen of you who know me, you may have figured out by now that I don't often talk outwardly about things going on in my life, and while it is something I am trying to be better about, the death of a friend is one of those things that will probably just be shut in for a while. But I know the feeling that everyone else is also feeling, and I want nothing more than to help ease that sickness in other's souls. My friend meant a lot to a lot of people, and a lot of my friends. And I am powerless to do anything about it, and that takes away from what I thought I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure about latitude and longitude. I guess part of growing up is learning that you can't always believe a map, and sometimes have to find the path without guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;Dis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-6983687998768676006?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/6983687998768676006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wouldnt-be-so-sure-about-longitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6983687998768676006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6983687998768676006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wouldnt-be-so-sure-about-longitude.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t be so sure about longitude and latitude...'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2394796785270980528</id><published>2011-11-24T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:02:01.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Many holidays provide us with time to reflect and appreciate what we have, but Thanksgiving gives us the chance to do so while eating the best meal of the year, with the family and friends we cherish. &amp;nbsp;To me, this makes it the best of the bunch; as such, allow me, please, the self-indulgent "things I am thankful for" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I am thankful for relationships. &amp;nbsp;I have had the opportunity to evaluate some of mine recently, and feel extraordinarily fortunate. &amp;nbsp;I was recently asked to be a groomsman in a friend's wedding, and feel truly honored to have been asked. It's incredible to have a&amp;nbsp;manifestation of how close someone actually feels to you; quite honestly, it's nice to have a friendship validated by having someone ask you to stand and represent them at their wedding. It's truly an honor. &amp;nbsp;And that's just the beginning- those of you reading this probably know me, and fit the mold of being someone incredible whom I cherish. This is especially those of you around the country whom I am still in contact with (and who will email me to correct my grammar- you know who you are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same can be said of family. I am lucky to have my family in town, and to be able to spend time with them whenever I can- I'm heading there later for Thanksgiving, where I will get to play with my little cousins. Four generations will be around the same table, which is something to be thankful for in and of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, if we have a relationship of any sort- if we've crossed paths in school, passed each other on a bus, or if we can count each other among friends- thank you. I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;Dis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2394796785270980528?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2394796785270980528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2394796785270980528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2394796785270980528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-7022327928190701091</id><published>2011-10-13T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:22:23.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The E-mails We Get...</title><content type='html'>Dear School,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop sending me absurd emails, like the one below, which is so ridiculous that it makes me wonder if anyone filters the listserv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Graduate and Law students:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Please join Graduate Student Life for a unique event:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;Candle Making&lt;/span&gt;. We will join together to create&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;handmade beeswax&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;candles infused with&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;essential oils&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;herbs&lt;/b&gt;, as well as, your&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;intentions&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the last month and a half of the semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, you should know that my intentions for the last month and a half of the semester are fire retardant, and would not go well in a candle. Maybe you should consider that it is a unique event because everyone else realized that no one wants to go, so they haven't done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Dis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-7022327928190701091?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/7022327928190701091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-mails-we-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7022327928190701091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7022327928190701091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-mails-we-get.html' title='The E-mails We Get...'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-8767345489514965335</id><published>2011-09-06T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:24:37.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wustl'/><title type='text'>"To Know Every Student by Name and Story"</title><content type='html'>Today, Dean McLeod of Washington University passed away. The newsletter can be found &lt;a href="http://news.wustl.edu/news/Pages/22642.aspx#.TmaOqiLib8g.facebook"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;; Chancellor Wrighton's letter only begins to do justice to the man who easily had the greatest impact over everyone who stepped foot on to that campus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As news spread, the reaction was truly incredible. Social media tributes and messages of grief and sadness abounded almost immediately; every single person could easily share a story about how the man took time out of his day to connect to them on some level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dean McLeod's mantra was to know every student by name and story.  It is easy to say that he tried to.  During his speech to first year students my freshman year, he gave out his cell phone number to the crowd, offering each of us to call him if they needed advice, a home cooked meal, or simply wanted to go see a movie.  I had that number saved until recently, but never had the courage to actually call it (although, I am curious how many drunk dials he got from students).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite my lack of truly personal experience with the Dean, he would always stop to say hello as he passed, and the impact he had was clearly visible.  Most students idolize Chancellor Wrighton, who over time has become a legend and a character on campus.  But with Dean McLeod it was something different- a personal connection, rather than a feeling of awe-struck celebrity.  He embodied the Wash U feeling of community, and campus will truly be emptier because of his passing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his speech to my graduating class, four years after he gave us his cell phone number, Dean McLeod asked us each a favor.  Unlike the others who spoke and implored us to donate to our alma mater (all in due time, Wustl, I need an income first...) he asked us simply to email him on our birthdays, to give an update on our past year, and just to say hello.  I emailed him that summer, and while I failed to do it again, I have thought about it each birthday since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply put, that was who the Dean was. He wanted to keep hearing from you, and he responded to each email he got, truly appreciating that you had shared with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May we all go on to have as positive and extensive a career, and more importantly, life, as Dean James McLeod.  He will be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-8767345489514965335?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/8767345489514965335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-know-every-student-by-name-and-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8767345489514965335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8767345489514965335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-know-every-student-by-name-and-story.html' title='&quot;To Know Every Student by Name and Story&quot;'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-3165709397992822665</id><published>2011-06-21T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:04:40.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Father's Day was this past Sunday, and I must say that I have a great dad. He's everything one could ask for- to the point where when i was dumb enough to lock my keys in my car, in my own garage, he came with my spare keys... at one in the morning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's easy to see why I look up to my dad. Feel free to assume all the other usual stereotypes about dads, too. He is an Eagle Scout, and is the kind of guy you think knows everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is what made this past week a wake up call of sorts. We've been dealing with some financial paperwork, and it's odd to have my dad call me to sort out what it all really means. You grow up assuming your parents know everything, and as a young 20-something, continue to call your parents with questions about anything you don't know. For anything from the right oven temperature to oil changes, I treat my parents like Google Lite. It's an odd experience when you realize they do the same for you, for all the knowledge you've picked up over the years they helped support you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I guess that's the whole point; you raise your family to the point where you can depend on them. Guess we, as an age cohort, are making it after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-3165709397992822665?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/3165709397992822665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/3165709397992822665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/3165709397992822665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2650267637153337237</id><published>2011-06-02T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:42:38.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling bee'/><title type='text'>The Spelling Bee</title><content type='html'>First off, since this is a post about the National Spelling Bee, I will do my best to actually spell everything correctly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spelling bee might be the dorkiest event in the history of the world; these parents deserve public punishment, for things like rewarding their children for reading the dictionary. Yet, I am glued to ESPN*. There are five kids left, and they've gone two straight rounds with no one going down. One of them keeps bantering with the guy who says the word. She's actually quite funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a programming note, this is infinitely better than the Little League World Series. In the LLWS, we still learn things about the kids, like their favorite foods or what they want to be when they grow up. The Spelling Bee (I've taken to capitalizing it, for no apparent reason) also gives that information, but instead of things like 'New York Yankee Third Baseman,' we get things like Physicist. Role Model: Albert Einstein. These kids are the counter-argument to the line of reasoning that claims that sports stars as role models are bad. Good news: some kids out there still just want to be smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While there are many ridiculous things about this entire competition, my personal favorite is the questions they ask the announcer. Use it in a sentence. Define it (that one is reasonable, as is language of origin). They stand and pronounce words from languages I've never heard of (papuan? I would have guessed that is a delicious, soft food filled with cheese).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some girl just spelled zwischenspeil. No idea if I got that right. But that was worth the break in flow. That's impressive, considering I once spelled Bermuda incorrectly, backwards, in an intense game of Cranium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, it's amazing that this has not yet been turned in to a drinking game by college students. One every time the kid repeats the word, after that first time. One every time the sentence used makes you laugh. Three if a kid cries if they get it wrong. One every time there is a voice crack. One every time the language of origin is something you never heard of. Everyone drinks if you can spell the word before it comes up on the screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Expect more this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*These kids are on ESPN. I never will be. This saddens me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2650267637153337237?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2650267637153337237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/06/spelling-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2650267637153337237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2650267637153337237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/06/spelling-bee.html' title='The Spelling Bee'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-3930560009208527406</id><published>2011-02-16T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:43:07.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>While mid-February means Valentine's Day to most people, to the baseball starved throughout the nation, it means only one three-word phrase: Pitchers and Catchers. While there is nothing inherently exciting about some guys throwing a few bullpen sessions, it is the right of passage in to spring training that means baseball has returned. But this is not a baseball blog (or post) despite what it may seem sometimes; this is really about the return of happiness in to your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, spring training is that happy moment of the season because it brings something I love back in to my life for an extended period of time. Other things include the return of a family member from abroad, re-discovering that album you love but has been buried somewhere, a really good run, or whatever else may belong in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are lots of things that go wrong, often. Loved ones pass away, as seems to be happening to so many people our age, school or work makes life routine, or you get buried inside your house for a week because of monster snow storms (suckers). Spring Training is that happy place; if this were Peter Pan, it's that happy thought that makes you fly. It's the counter to the things that get you down, and it's back. And that makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post script: I know it's been a while, and we'll see if this makes a return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-3930560009208527406?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/3930560009208527406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/3930560009208527406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/3930560009208527406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-7691309990972713280</id><published>2010-03-19T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:31:55.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Great Debate</title><content type='html'>First off, this is the background info you need for this post:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5496714/march-madness-the-cake-vs-pie-tournament"&gt;http://jezebel.com/5496714/march-madness-the-cake-vs-pie-tournament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a cake vs. pie tournament, and through the discourse among friends over the initial rankings in the bracket, we determined that their rankings are WAY off. We're talking astronomically bad. We'll start off with discussion, and end with a final rankings in the bracket- skip to the bottom to get straight to those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;The Cake Bracket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notes/Complaints: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Birthday cake is not a kind of cake, never mind one that deserves the number one ranking. That's like someone telling you they had a Tuesday sandwich for lunch. The adjective does not even begin to describe the type of cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Wedding cake: See Cake, birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) There are some key cakes missing. Chocolate. Cinnamon Pull-Apart/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monkeybread&lt;/span&gt;. Vanilla (which really, I think was meant to be covered under birthday). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally, the rankings are way off. Carrot Cake as a 7 seed? I realize some people dislike carrot cake, but enough people like it that it should be higher than a 7. You're really going to try to tell me that German Chocolate Cake is better than Carrot Cake? You would be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I present the proper rankings on the Cake half of the bracket (new ranking) Cake Name (old ranking):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1) Vanilla/Standard Cake (1/NR)- The classic. While a one seed is probably too high, consider this the Duke of Cakes. Not everyone likes them, we all get annoyed with it, and it gets too much credit. I'm not happy with this ranking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(16) Coconut (14). Who orders a coconut cake, over anything? Easily the 16, and lucky to even make the tournament. This would have been the play-in game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(8) Angel Food Cake (8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(9) Pound Cake (9)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of these were about right originally. Both are middle of the pack, sort of boring, and should be facing off in the first round, so we can quickly dispatch of one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5) Carrot Cake (7). As noted above, it's normally a love/hate type thing. But, Carrot Cake deserves better than a 7 seed, and in my mind, cracks the top five.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(12) German Chocolate Cake (4). Different from the regular chocolate cake, and by no means a top five seed. I get that some people like it, which is why it's even this high up. Could be a standard 12/5 upset, but I doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(4) Ice Cream Cake (2). Pick your own kind of ice cream, I don't really care. Whoever thought to put it in cake form deserves an award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(13) Chocolate Cake (NR). Another standby, originally left off the list. We'll allow this to include variations of chocolate cake, such as death by chocolate, or anything else similar. If anything, Chocolate Cake got screwed by the selection committee, and should probably be higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(6) Red Velvet (3). Yes, this may seem a little low, but the higher ranking of Chocolate really knocked Red Velvet's seed down a peg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(11) Cinnamon pull-apart Cake/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monkeybread&lt;/span&gt; (NR). Call me a homer, but this should knock out red velvet. When your only ingredients are biscuit dough, sugar, cinnamon, and butter, what can be bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(3) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Funfetti&lt;/span&gt; (13). The original ranking is just WAY too low. I am yet to meet someone who dislikes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Funfetti&lt;/span&gt;. An easy final four pick, with good odds to go all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(14) Strawberry Shortcake (NR). A surprise non-ranking in the original, but definitely distinct from your typical angel food cake. Could give Red Velvet a run for the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(7) Coffee Cake. A perennial underdog, but delicious in the right setting. Nothing screams PTA meeting quite like Coffee Cake, but despite the negative boring associations (pun sort of intended...) coffee cake can be a real winner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(10) Spice Cake (15). I mean, it's cake, so it's still delicious, but in a bracket form, only one of Coffee or Spice deserved to move on. Spice Cake sees a boost as a result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) Cheese Cake (Pie ranking: 2). Not a personal favorite, but it deserves top three consideration. It is not a pie, though, as originally ranked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, people. Cake is in the name. I am also a sucker for a good graham cracker crust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(15) Black Forest Cake (10). Like chocolate, but with gross jelly, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First one out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pineapple upside down Cake (11). What is this, 1972 home economics class? In 23 years of cake eating, I am yet to ever see this in a restaurant/bakery setting. And for good reason, I would imagine. The last time I saw one of these was on the battle of the sexes episode of Saved by the Bell, where Zach out-bakes the girls. Yeah, I went there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;The Pie Bracket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Notes/Complaints:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- My main issue was including cheese cake as a pie. The rest of the field is actually pretty decent; Chocolate Cream Pie will replace Cheesecake in the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- I love fruit pies. I do not love cream pies, or that other nonsense. The rankings sort of take this in to account, because I feel like I'm not alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(1) Apple Pie (1). The old stand-by is hard to mess with. A la mode, with cheese, or otherwise, it's a slice of delicious any time of the year. A personal favorite to cut down the nets with a pie slicer, and raise the baking tin trophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(16) Brown Sugar (15): I don't even know what this is, but it's going against Apple, so it's irrelevant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(8) Rhubarb (11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(9) Boston cream (12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Two pies that got slightly undercut by the original committee. Rhubarb has it's lovers (don't we all...), and Boston Cream is one of those pies you get when they've run out of anything else. A solid match up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(5) Peanut Butter (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(12) Banana Cream (9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let's be honest for a moment, shall we? There aren't that many good pies out there after the top four. Peanut Butter is delicious, but it's at the point where after more than a slice or so, you're knocked out. It sits more like a cake in that respect. Likewise, Bananas are a morning food, and don't belong in pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(4) Lemon Meringue (13). Lemon Meringue got screwed in the original rankings. This is a top 5 pie. Even Jason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Biggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; would agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(13) Sweet Potato (14). Delicious, but not really belonging in the dessert pie category. I think of it more as a side dish; however, we could see an upset here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(6) Pecan (8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(11) Chocolate Cream Pie (NR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not the biggest lover of Pecan Pie, but it definitely has it's advocates. Consider it the Carrot Cake of the Pie Bracket. I was in a pie eating contest once, with Chocolate Cream Pie. Never again- that thing sits heavy. 11 is generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(3) Key Lime Pie (3). They had it right. Delicious, but not more than Apple or the two seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(14) Grasshopper Pie- an amalgamation of stuff, put in to a pie. Made with real grasshopper, if it's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(7) Cherry (7). I don't dislike Cherry pie, but I also couldn't justify it as any higher than a 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(10) Blueberry. (6). It's messy, and better as a cobbler than a pie. This hurts it, according to the committee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(2) Pumpkin. Don't even try to argue- Pumpkin Pie with a touch of whipped cream is good morning, noon, or night. Not just for the fall, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(15) French Silk (15). See Sugar, Brown. It just doesn't matter- it's not winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I won't play this bracket out- not enough time on my hands, and it would cause too much fighting among all 17 readers. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-7691309990972713280?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/7691309990972713280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-debate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7691309990972713280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7691309990972713280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-debate.html' title='The Great Debate'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-6728749923208120122</id><published>2010-01-30T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:48:59.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Strip Club</title><content type='html'>I went to The Strip Club last night. It's sort of tucked away downtown; a 21+ place. I'd never been to a place like this before. Needless to say, the experience was definitely something different, and to be honest, sort of unexpected. The decor was... classy. And the food was absolutely fantastic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why hadn't I ever been there before? Fair question. I am 23, after all. I'd been meaning to try, especially since my mom had gotten me a gift card there for Hannukah. But, restaurant week provided the perfect opportunity to check it out. The Strip Club is a grill-your-own steak place in downtown San Diego (c'mon, you think I'd really blog about that?), and the Restaurant Week menu provided a nice little sampler of the cuisine for only $20. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with a buddy of mine, and we quickly realized the one flaw with the grill-your-own methodology. No, not that we messed it up- I ended up with a nice seared ahi, and Phil's steak was good- but standing around the grill, watching everyone else cook their dinner, turns in to a self-conscious pissing contest. You're sort of afraid of messing up your own dinner, not only because if it sucks there's no one else to blame, but also because you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of a grill full of strangers. The old guy to our right was definitely giving us sidelong glances like we were amateurs; meanwhile, we were commenting to each other about how it looked like the third guy at the grill was burning his steaks. While there is actually a nice community feel to standing around the grill with strangers and sparking up conversation, we found it funny the potential for disaster if big personalities stepped up to the plate. Plate of food, that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All kidding aside, dinner was great, and I dig the concept of a grill your own place. Portions were more than generous, and for our case, the price was definitely right. So, definitely a good first venture in to The Strip Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-6728749923208120122?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/6728749923208120122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2010/01/strip-club.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6728749923208120122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6728749923208120122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2010/01/strip-club.html' title='The Strip Club'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-7718275065002227399</id><published>2009-12-26T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:03:14.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>Suspended Disbelief</title><content type='html'>I'm on break from school (which is more than nice) and I have had more than enough time to watch more movies than anyone should in a short period of time. I've come to notice that there is a point in many movies where I sort of say, "well, that's just not possible/reasonable," no matter how ridiculous anything in the movie was before that. For instance, there could be a movie where dogs talk, cook, and a house floats on balloons, but I only don't believe any of it when dogs fly planes. You know, little things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, a few of the points that caused me to shake my head:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;i&gt;Up&lt;/i&gt;: See above. The talking dogs and house lifted by balloons was totally Ok with me. Only when the dogs were flying planes did I shake my head in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;i&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/i&gt;: While I somehow got over Shia LeBouf with a mustache (I really don't care if I spelled his name wrong), and I was OK with a supercomputer being able to access/control any piece of media or information, the point when an un-manned drone flew in to a tunnel to chase down the protagonist was my point of disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt;: Just kidding! All of it is totally believable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &lt;i&gt;Live Free or Die Har&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;d&lt;/i&gt;: Many moments here, but the one that got me was crashing the car in to the helicopter. 'nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) &lt;i&gt;Spiderman 3&lt;/i&gt;: Emo spidey scene. This isn't where I stopped believing in the premise; it's where I stopped believing that this movie had any redeeming value. it's close enough, and I needed a fifth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which movies did you lose your belief in, and at what point? Comment below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-7718275065002227399?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/7718275065002227399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/12/suspended-disbelief.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7718275065002227399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7718275065002227399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/12/suspended-disbelief.html' title='Suspended Disbelief'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-4332309035055099476</id><published>2009-11-29T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:35:37.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Black Friday Rule</title><content type='html'>Having listened to the Dropkick Murphy's in my punk phase, I thought for a very long time that Black Friday was some obscure Irish thing I just knew nothing about. Then I figured out the Thanksgiving weekend version, where a lot of crazies skip lots of sleeping in an attempt to go save money by spending lots of money. The logic behind it seemed absolutely contrary to anything rational. And then I tried it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first Black Friday experience was last year, at Toys R Us. I wanted to get Guitar Hero for cheap, and I did. The whole ordeal was relatively painless- no huge crowds, just an orderly line with people who were friendly enough to one another. No mad rush for any one item, no one getting trampled, and no fist fights. In short, it was a disappointment. Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I had a more desirable item in mind- the very computer with which I am sharing this story with you. The original target was a $200 Best Buy promotion. I decided to be one of the crazies, and got to Best Buy around 3:30 for its 5:00 opening. Failure. A full parking lot, and a line around the building. No way in hell I was sticking around for that, so I went to option 2- the Office Depot by my place, which about 23 total people know exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a much better scene. Two cars in the parking lot, including mine. After a nice little nap in my car, I got in line around 4:15. The beauty of this line is that it was 6 people long; the British would have been ashamed in the lack of a queue. It was so short that I was able to drag my dad out of bed to come get a computer for himself as well, at a remarkably good price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of the whole experience- the Office Depot manager came out around 4:30 with coffee for everyone. So, it can pay to be a crazy. You get cheap goods, and free coffee. And is that worth a lack of sleep? It wasn't then. It is, now that I've slept again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy post-Thanksgiving, and thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-4332309035055099476?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/4332309035055099476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4332309035055099476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4332309035055099476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-rule.html' title='The Black Friday Rule'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-7819066433760621117</id><published>2009-11-15T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:42:48.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Stealing Riha's Spotlight</title><content type='html'>Allow the title to be a shameless plug for my friend Riha, over at Riha Reviews, found &lt;a href="http://rihareviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He focuses mostly on pop music, which isn't quite my forte. But check it out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I wanted to talk about the Band of Skulls album, entitled 'Baby Darling Dollface Honey,' which is also one of the highlight tracks. While the band sounds great, and explores a variety of sounds utilizing both male and female vocals, what has impressed me so much throughout listening to their album is the track ordering. The album begins upbeat, and slowly winds down as you approach the end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The album gets in to the good stuff quickly, as track 3, 'I Know What I Am' has been featured as the iTunes single of the week, and is on the New Moon soundtrack. Death by Diamonds and Pearls, the preceding track, also has seen some radio play, and it is followed by Fires, another great track. The album is solid throughout, without any dull track of the 11 laid down on the album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For fans of bands like Manchester Orchestra, The Black Keys, Glasvegas, The Kooks, even Granz Ferdinand or The Dead Weather, Band of Skulls is definitely worth a listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TFR,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-7819066433760621117?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/7819066433760621117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/11/stealing-rihas-spotlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7819066433760621117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7819066433760621117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/11/stealing-rihas-spotlight.html' title='Stealing Riha&apos;s Spotlight'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-8419063768945990228</id><published>2009-11-09T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:50:51.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>I hope I wasn't this dumb....</title><content type='html'>A snippet from a real conversation on the shuttle this morning:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene: Guy 1 is holding a copy of Bridget Jones Diary (the book). It has a picture of Renee Zellweger's face on it. Guy 2 is oblivious to anything, ever. Guy 2 is asking Guy 1 about his morning classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 1: ...yeah, I have British literature at 11:15. I have to go read the book, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 2: What book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 1 (gesturing with his book): Bridget Jones' Diary. I've read all the books in the class so far, except this one. I couldn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 2 (not joking): Yeah. Is that Victorian?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just had to be shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, TFR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-8419063768945990228?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/8419063768945990228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hope-i-wasnt-this-dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8419063768945990228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8419063768945990228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hope-i-wasnt-this-dumb.html' title='I hope I wasn&apos;t this dumb....'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2373416633015498591</id><published>2009-10-19T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:22:27.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>My last wedding post, about e-response cards (go take a look if you don't know what I'm talking about) drew a lot of response, the funniest of which was an e-vite to a wedding. A wedding I attended this past weekend, in fact.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out, despite the lack of an electronic response card, that weddings (at least this one) are damn fun. There are a few key points that I think are relatively universal that I thought I would share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) People are happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Weddings are happy occasions. With the exception of perhaps a scorned lover of the past, everyone is pretty pumped for the couple getting married. Both families are thrilled, friends are gathered together, and everyone is in a pretty good mood. This really sets the stage for the rest of the wedding items to be even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The Open Bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of things that make weddings better... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This particular wedding featured the choice of fish, chicken, or a veggie option, all of which were downright delicious. How would I know what they all taste like? I got the fish, my sister got the veggie, and her fiance got the chicken. I promise that they even offered me bites without me having to swipe them. Generally, wedding food is pretty good. At a minimum, you get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When was the last time you had cake, and were upset? It doesn't count if you had cake &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; you were upset. Exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whether it be a band (awesome) or a DJ (still sorta awesome) or a crappy DJ (at least there is still music), weddings are a fun place to dance. And, dancing is always fun, even if you don't dance well, or if you are a naysayer who belongs in the town of Beaumont. Yes, that's a footloose reference. Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While there are assuredly more elements of an awesome wedding, these five core elements pretty much guarantee fun. So, to the new happy couple who sometimes read this, a long and happy marriage. And to the rest of you- set up more of your friends, so you'll have more weddings to go to. Everyone wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2373416633015498591?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2373416633015498591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/10/weddings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2373416633015498591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2373416633015498591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/10/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-9047431649408386202</id><published>2009-10-05T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:08:48.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Service</title><content type='html'>Howdy, folks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I was up at 6 am. This is before the sun, and does not ever happen. The reason? A community project we've been working on for a few weeks for class. Saturday involved ten hours of general help with a local soccer tournament. The purpose of the weekend was to sign up the kids for a league that is forming within the community, to give the kids something to do outside of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it was a long day, it had been an awfully long time since I had done any community service. It's time to do more. I'm going to guess that you, as my readers (since you have the i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt;) are also in a position to give back. It's something that is easy to talk about, but tougher to do once push comes to shove. I'm not talking from a place on high, here. One service project hardly puts me in a position to preach- I need to start doing more on a regular basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, do what you can. Organize or participate in a project through work or school. You'll feel good giving back to the community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-9047431649408386202?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/9047431649408386202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/10/community-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/9047431649408386202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/9047431649408386202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/10/community-service.html' title='Community Service'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-6945751256143783812</id><published>2009-09-24T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:34:34.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Best Coast</title><content type='html'>It's been a long debate. The East Coasters love their winters, and the West Coasters know the sun is better. It's a debate without an answer, and I will not argue that one is better than the other. That would be futile. But, with regard with one aspect of the issue, it's no contest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pacific Time is better than Eastern time, when it comes to television. Not only is prime time television at 8:00, just the same as the east coast, but we get sports three hours earlier. We get day baseball at 10:00 am, Sunday football at 10:00 am, but Monday night football ends at a reasonable time. The World Series doesn't go until 2:00 am.  Advantage: West Coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't even get me started on Central time. Prime time at 7:00? Sure, it means the 10:00 shows come on at Nine. But who is home in time to watch the Office at Seven? Sorry, central time. You just offer very little in the context of the time zone argument. Same goes for Mountain; just not a lot going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there are arguments that I am missing here. Go ahead, argue for your time zone in the comments. We'll review later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-6945751256143783812?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/6945751256143783812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-coast.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6945751256143783812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6945751256143783812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-coast.html' title='Best Coast'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-8064738562809486234</id><published>2009-09-17T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:22:43.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Timbaland is wrong.</title><content type='html'>It's not too late to apologize. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my posts tend to be impersonal in nature, the subject of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repentance&lt;/span&gt; has been on my mind as the Jewish new year and Day of Atonement draw closer. We all know that none of us are perfect, and that throughout the year we wrong other people (insults, for instance), as well as commit general wrongs against the world (littering). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hashana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kippur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the aforementioned holidays, for the Gentiles out there) provide an opportunity to start fresh, and repent for the sins of the past year. It's like Catholic Confession, but once a year, and with actually going to the source. The people source, as well as the God source.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the past year hasn't been anything out of the ordinary as far as sinning goes, something struck me this holiday season about the idea of being encouraged to approach others to ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;. Our wrongdoings are not simply forgiven; it takes the thought and recognition that we have wronged others, and the courage to approach those we have wronged to recognize it to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to apologize. We all have this sense of pride that generally makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; difficult; for me, it's always hard to admit that I've messed up. While it may be somewhat required during this season of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;repentance&lt;/span&gt;, we should try to carry the impetus to apologize when needed throughout the year, in a sincere, meaningful way. I think our relationships with each other could be improved simply be admitting to a friend that you have wronged them, and that you're sorry. While this doesn't mend the thing you did, it may help to get past it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the new year reminds us that it is not too late to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt;. So while general apologies a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; preferable, I apologize to you, 17 readers, for my general lack of proper spelling and grammar, in addition to anything else I may have done to wrong you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;L'shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tova, and per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-8064738562809486234?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/8064738562809486234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/09/timbaland-is-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8064738562809486234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8064738562809486234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/09/timbaland-is-wrong.html' title='Timbaland is wrong.'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-8954635316193871639</id><published>2009-09-10T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:48:54.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>Street Scene!</title><content type='html'>This article was written for the LA Times Sunday magazine, which is why it is sort of LA focused. I was granted permission to also publish it here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;"&gt;Street Scene&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;San Diego’s Festival Worth a Drive South&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coachella may be Southern California’s best known music festival, but San Diego’s Street Scene has been putting on quality music for 25 years. With smaller crowds and a friendly feel, last weekend’s Street Scene offered a more intimate feel than the desert Coachella. The two night event featured forty-five bands on five stages, many of whom also played at this year’s Coachella. Downtown San Diego provided the perfect setting, capitalizing on convenient transportation, easy navigation throughout the festival grounds, and views of the sun setting over the San Diego Bay. While both festivals have a definite Southern California vibe, Street Scene offers a cheaper, more intimate way to see great bands in one place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:90.75pt"&gt;Headlined by hip-hop artists The Black Eyed Peas and M.I.A., this year’s Street Scene also featured great artists rarely heard over the airwaves. Girl Talk stole the show Friday, turning two blocks of downtown in to a dance party with his innovative mash ups. Coming off a year in which his album was rated #4 on the list of Top 10 Albums of 2008 by &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Time&lt;/i&gt; Magazine, his set featured non-stop beats, a video screen he used to communicate with the audience through text, and a stage full of dancing audience members. He capped his set with a fireworks display, setting the crowd off in a final frenzy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday’s best main stage acts included Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band, led by the former Bright Eyes singer, as well as a gritty performance one would expect from Modest Mouse. Friday also featured festival mainstays Band of Horses, and the up-and-coming Cage the Elephant, and Matt and Kim (whose single is featured in a popular alcohol commercial). Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band brought in LA staple Jenny Lewis (of the LA-based band Rilo Kiley) for one song, playing &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Bad News&lt;/i&gt; as well as the original artist. Oberst’s blend of folk and rock were a perfect fit for playing between Band of Horses and Cake, and Oberst’s strong vocal performance easily won over the crowd.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Los Angeles’s presence was felt during Street Scene, as LA’s bands No Age, Ozomatli, and The Silversun Pickups were featured throughout the weekend. Grammy-winning Ozomatli gave their usual crowd-pleasing show, mixing Latin, Hip-Hop, and Funk in to one cohesive, lively set. The Silversun Pickups also represented for the City of Angels, giving one of the weekend’s best performances. The band mixed in songs off all of their hit albums, ending their show with the new single Panic Switch, and Lazy Eye, the hit from their second album, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Carnavas&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Silversun Pickups rock was preceded by the contrasting Of Montreal performance, which integrated a variety of theater elements in to the performance. Of Montreal is as known for their over the top costumes as for their music, and lead singer Kevin Barnes did not disappoint, appearing in a fantasy-like cape and suit. The band played well, but the music was overshadowed by their incredible stage theatrics, which included a full story line played out in kabuki-style theater.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In addition to the Silversun Pickups and Of Montreal, Street Scene’s Saturday lineup featured Jack White’s new venture, The Dead Weather. Along with Alison Mosshart of The Kills, Dean Fertita of Queens of the Stone Age, and Jack Lawrence of The Raconteurs, White put on a classic rock show. Mosshart’s vocals and emotion put this band on par with White’s prior projects, and the Dead Weather’s live shows leave nothing to be desired.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday’s lineup also had a definite funk feel to it, opening the main stage with Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears and ending the side stage with Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. Both groups put on lively performances on the heels of Friday’s Trombone Shorty show. While Black Joe Lewis played to a small crowd as a result of being first on the bill, Ms. Jones performed at the same time as headliner M.I.A., resulting in a smaller crowd than she deserved. The two performances were both energetic and fun, getting the audience to dance the entire time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though LA bands made the trek down, San Diego bands also were featured throughout Street Scene. The Dirty Sweet led off Friday, which also featured Anya Marina, a former San Diego DJ. The Crocodiles played opposite Black Joe Lewis on Saturday, and local favorites The Delta Spirit finished off Saturday’s set on The Green Stage, a solar powered side stage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While Street Scene doesn’t offer the sheer size of Coachella, it does offer the variety and talent level seen in the desert. For those who want the chance to see their favorite bands (and some soon-to-be favorites) right from the rail, Street Scene is well worth the drive down I-5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;per usual, TFR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-8954635316193871639?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/8954635316193871639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/09/street-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8954635316193871639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8954635316193871639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/09/street-scene.html' title='Street Scene!'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2322543608238921981</id><published>2009-09-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:37:09.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Concert Going</title><content type='html'>I had the joy of covering San Diego's Street Scene, a large two-day festival downtown, for the LA Times Magazine.  The festival was awesome- performances by the Dead Weather, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Silversun&lt;/span&gt; Pickups, and personal favorites &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ozomatli&lt;/span&gt; were enough to entice me to go, and the shows did not disappoint. While a full review will hopefully be published, there were non-review like observations I wanted to throw out there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Concerts are fun. Even if you don't like dealing with crowds, there's something about live music that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt;. There's always something different than the studio cuts, and there is a definite shared experience that is a good time. A good performance, live those of the Dead Weather and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Silversun&lt;/span&gt; Pickups, can really make you like their music a whole lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)If you're a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt;, don't act like one. Live music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; always make you like a band more. The lead singer of Cake, for instance, was a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt;. He spent the first two songs complaining about the stage crew and things that went wrong, and acted above the crowd. Despite it being long past sunset, he wore his dark glasses and hat. We left after two songs as a result. Despite liking Cake's music, I'm going to have a sour taste in my mouth about the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Techno sucks less live. I'm generally not a fan, but the live shows (like Girl Talk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chromeo&lt;/span&gt;) were a blast. Going back to point one, there is a shared experience there, and when it turns in to a giant dance party, it's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) You can't spell Funk without Fun. The two most lively shows not named Girl Talk were Black Joe Lewis and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Honeybears&lt;/span&gt;, and Sharon Jones and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dap&lt;/span&gt; Kings. Both bands had great front (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt;)men, but seemed to be backed by a section of White Jewish dudes. Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I'm no concert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;connoisseur (this was my first multi-day concert), I'm looking forward to going to more live music in the future. Go see some shows, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2322543608238921981?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2322543608238921981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/09/concert-going.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2322543608238921981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2322543608238921981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/09/concert-going.html' title='Concert Going'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-4384705982530605425</id><published>2009-08-17T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:42:52.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>The Flaming Lips</title><content type='html'>In two weeks, I will have the pleasure of reviewing Street Scene for the LA Times Sunday Magazine. To perhaps get my writing up to snuff, I'm going to attempt to review the Flaming Lips show from the other night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, The Flaming Lips put on one hell of a show. The stage featured a see-through half-circle screen, which the Lips played videos on throughout the show, and also used to feature Wayne (the lead singer) talking to the crowd throughout the set. They had a camera fixed on to his mic, which allowed those of us standing in back to see clearly the whole time. The screen, combined with about 50 large balloons, a stage filled with people dressed as sheep, and one human sized panda and gorilla, made the Lips set as visually stunning as it was well played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that bothers me most about concerts is when the band is disconnected from the audience, too cool to connect to the people who are there to see them, and too good to play the popular songs. The Flaming Lips incorporated all of their hits throughout the set list, and made a point of talking to the audience throughout the show, encouraging us to sing along, and expressing their preferences for a cheap show, like the $6 one they were performing. They joked about leaving briefly to let us cheer for an encore, which while not new, is still cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the Flaming Lips put on a show to inspire both eyes and ears. The visually stunning performance tied in beautifully with the tight sound they put out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt; their live cuts a feel different from that of the album, but equally as good. The Flaming Lips have well earned their reputation as one of the best live bands around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-4384705982530605425?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/4384705982530605425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/08/flaming-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4384705982530605425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4384705982530605425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/08/flaming-lips.html' title='The Flaming Lips'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-257416484128542211</id><published>2009-07-25T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:42:36.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><title type='text'>Keep the Change</title><content type='html'>It is time for the United States to catch up with the rest of the world. I'm talking about money, here, people. The US has been far behind both Britain and the European Union in two particular things money related. Yes, it's time to embrace both dollar coins and the two dollar denomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dollar coin has been valid currency for a long time, but has long been dismissed by the general pubic. From the Susan B. Anthony to the Sacagawea, and now the George Washington, the one dollar coin has never caught on. In Britain, the Pound only comes in coins for the one and two pound denominations. My time in London taught me what that small pocket in my jeans was for- the change pocket became quite useful, and it was nice to not have to dig in to my wallet to buy something small. Coins are cheaper to make and last longer than bills, but that has been discussed by people smarter than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what will it take for America to embrace coinage as a popular form of currency? My initial thought is that we need it named after someone everyone knows and likes. Susan B. Anthony isn't going to cut it; most people don't know why she is historically important. While more people could say why Sacagawea is famous, she still doesn't carry that general fame and unquestioned love from the general public. But, not many figures are greater than George Washington. Despite a failed marketing campaign and the fact that they're still unsuccessfully out there, I think it's time for something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I offer two propositions: One, have a series of the all the presidents, much like the state quarters. Release them over time, and limit them to length of term served. The FDR dollar? Maybe less popular, because it's got 4 terms (well, 3.5) worth of coins out there. Find yourself a William Henry Harrison (30 days in office), and that's a keeper. My other thought is to release the JFK dollar. I feel like no one really hated JFK; he's a figure big enough to make this work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about the coin itself? What would distinguish it from a quarter? I say we take guidance from the Pound, and make it thicker, to distinguish it. Also, get rid of that fake gold sheen. Make it look like a coin, not like a something you'd find in a treasure chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should also embrace the two dollar denomination. Inflation has reduced the purchasing power of the dollar, and realistically, most single items cost more than a buck. The two dollar bill (or coin) would prove more useful, as users could carry less currency, worth more. I realize that $2 bills are considered oddities, but why not use them more? It's more practical to carry more value in less physical capacity; it's quite literally more bang for the buck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To summarize: make coin money that works, and catches on, and make the $2 denomination more prevalent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-257416484128542211?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/257416484128542211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeping-it-current.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/257416484128542211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/257416484128542211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeping-it-current.html' title='Keep the Change'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-7272984326395149007</id><published>2009-07-22T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:43:46.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><title type='text'>Keeping it Classy</title><content type='html'>Recently, there have been a variety of weddings- it is wedding season, after all (better than Christmas!).  I had a thought, as I feel like invitations are single-handedly supporting the post office these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While weddings remain stalwarts of tradition and class, it may be time to make a break from tradition in wedding invitations. Sure, the fancy invites are nice to get in the mail- they're pretty, they become a mainstay of the side of my refrigerator, and they ooze class. And, because I am sure many brides, mothers of brides, and Ms. Manners would be appalled if I suggested the abolition of the wedding invitation in favor of something electronic, I instead propose the following. Pun intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So invitations stay. But, what if we made responses electronic? Wouldn't it be significantly easier if there were an online database that people could go to log their RSVPs? Fathers of the Bride would save not only on the postage required to send back those little RSVP cards, but on the cards themselves (and corresponding envelopes).  An online RSVP system would be easy, and as an added feature, could incorporate wedding management for guests. Imagine it: guests could click a radio button for their response, and in addition, enter their meal preferences online, providing an easy to manage dinner list. The database could provide easy guest lists, and could probably also provide an easy to use online seating chart as the couple (or couples' parents) decided whom to seat with whom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am far from all-knowing about weddings, I would submit that there are probably other aspects of wedding planning that could be done online. Parents of the couple located in different places could both access it, should that be something that was useful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all I know, this could exist. If it doesn't, well, I want royalties if someone makes it. It would buck the convention of tradition, but I imagine that it would be easier and cheaper than the RSVP cards, and something easy to build. In a time when saving money is en vogue, it would be easier to make the break from tradition, without really losing any of that special wedding class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editor's note: My friend Aaron created exactly what I was talking about, using Google forms. See &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://snipurl.com/nrknm" rel="nofollow" style="color: #a6a4a6; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://snipurl.com/nrknm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-7272984326395149007?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/7272984326395149007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeping-it-classy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7272984326395149007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/7272984326395149007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeping-it-classy.html' title='Keeping it Classy'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-8835599375807720911</id><published>2009-07-17T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:41:42.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tangent after another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a phone call today (three, actually) from a friend I hadn't spoken to in a really long time. She's one of those ones that it really doesn't matter how long it's been, things just click again. Call that person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a moment to realize how lucky you may be. You have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;- your standard of living is probably pretty good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the spirit of my friend's new blog, to be listed shortly in the recommended section on the right, listen to Manchester Orchestra's album "Everything to Nothing." It's quite good, and has something for everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wireless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; still continues to amaze me. I can share thoughts with the world (well, all 11 of you) and sit at my kitchen table drinking tea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As an afterthought to the piece below, about death- take the time to hear your grandparents' stories. I haven't enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun tidbit: The weird letters you have to retype when signing up for any online account help the new york times digitize their old articles. One word matches to make sure you're correct, and the other fills in the gaps that the optical readers can't do. Technology is cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-8835599375807720911?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/8835599375807720911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-tangent-after-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8835599375807720911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8835599375807720911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-tangent-after-another.html' title='One Tangent after another...'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-47579693555479596</id><published>2009-06-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:00:47.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Death (or glory)</title><content type='html'>No apologies about not writing for a while. I had nothing to say. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend's grandmother died a few days ago, and tonight I went over there to sit Shiva with them. She lived a full and wonderful life, and her passing was expected, and even somewhat welcomed. The family spoke of the good memories they had, and it was a celebration of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The part that puzzled me was everyone else in attendance- mostly people I knew, and all happy to see each other, but with a somber overtone. That sort of mood is to be expected, and it's not as if anyone made any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; pas. But if the family could have a more positive outlook on the whole thing, shouldn't the friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt; share that feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once joked to my friend Eric that if something were to happen to me in college, I didn't want any of those serious pictures shown, but instead wanted a picture of me mooning someone plastered all over any service. I feel like that would give a more appropriate tone. If I pass, and it calls for all my family and friends to be in one place, then I want them to be celebrating, and having a good time. I feel like most people feel the same way; that they would want their loved ones having a good time, and enjoying being together.  Let it be a party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TFR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-47579693555479596?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/47579693555479596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-or-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/47579693555479596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/47579693555479596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-or-glory.html' title='Death (or glory)'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-1818222013251638360</id><published>2009-05-27T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:49:45.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony.</title><content type='html'>Started work today at the court house. Got jury duty in the mail when I got home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-1818222013251638360?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/1818222013251638360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/05/irony.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/1818222013251638360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/1818222013251638360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/05/irony.html' title='Irony.'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2785715131631977501</id><published>2009-05-26T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:34:00.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><title type='text'>Politics and Law</title><content type='html'>Oh, hey. Good to see you, it's been a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a doctor's office today, and they had Fox News blaring, reporting on the Sonia Sotomayor nomination. Yes, it is slanted to the right. We all know that. I don't particularly care about that- my bone to pick here is about the confusion between law and policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sotomayor said, to law students (from a clip being shown) that the Court of Appeals is where policy is made. She then followed up that statement saying she knows she shouldn't say that, and that judges are not legislators. The commentators then kept harping on the judicial role, so on and so forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, the CoA is where policy happens. They generally decide cases based on what the will of the people would be. But it is different from law- law comes from the legislator, and policy comes from the interpritation of that law. They are without a doubt connected, but they are not the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point being, this one needs to be let go. One Justice out of nine cannot create policy on the Court, and the Court is far too scrutinized to go rouge and legislate- it is outside of their Constitutional bounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2785715131631977501?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2785715131631977501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/05/politics-and-law.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2785715131631977501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2785715131631977501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/05/politics-and-law.html' title='Politics and Law'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-6002048139625681793</id><published>2009-05-08T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:55:29.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>Brief thoughts from the past few weeks:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twitter: Surprisingly addictive, without all of the nonsense of facebook. If you decide to follow me @imissburritos, that would be cool. Makes me feel more important than I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manny's 50 game suspension: Great for the Padres, terrible for baseball. This whole game needs to be fixed, and fast. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Law Finals: It makes no sense to judge us for an entire semester, based on three hours worth of our work. Especially if it's only multiple choice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worth a read: A story I still find funny, posted under TMI Thursday, found in the Plight of the Pumpernickle blog linked on the right toolbar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worth a Listen: Manchester Orchestra- I've Got Friends, off of Means Everything to Nothing. Fantastic song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the topic of music: I think The Killers, whose new album wasn't so good, are playing festivals because no one would go to one of their shows anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rubio's Hamburger Taco: No. Just no. They don't belong together, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random phone calls to friends you haven't heard from in a while- check plus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last, but not least, a web series called Dorm Life, which can be found on Hulu, or at dorm-life.com. Hilarious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, TFR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-6002048139625681793?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/6002048139625681793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/05/odds-and-ends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6002048139625681793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6002048139625681793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/05/odds-and-ends.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-4515515163078928790</id><published>2009-04-29T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:12:41.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cheerios</title><content type='html'>Perhaps the most recognizable cereal of all, the Cheerio has long been the staple of "a well balanced breakfast." The supermarket cereal aisle staple knows many forms; the classic yellow box, the whimsical frosted cheerio, the much-loved honey nut, and even the long-forgotten team cheerio, a mix of classic, frosted, and some honey something-or-other. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while these heralded cheerios hold down the fort, the long forgotten, yet still classically delicious Apple Cinnamon Cheerio toils away, working hard to provide that magical mix of apple and cinnamon to the waiting taste buds of the early riser and midnight snacker alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.e-bernstadt.k12.ky.us/images/cheerios4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 161px;" src="http://www.e-bernstadt.k12.ky.us/images/cheerios4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; The quiet, yet much loved Apple Cinnamon Cheerio&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's hear it for the underdog of the cheerio world, rising above the popular honey nut variety to triumph on our taste buds, and in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, TFR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-4515515163078928790?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/4515515163078928790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherrios.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4515515163078928790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4515515163078928790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherrios.html' title='Cheerios'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2146462516994974559</id><published>2009-04-21T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:53:50.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I felt the urge to write, because I am sitting in the shade of a tree, in beautiful 84 degree weather, and enjoying the perks of wireless internet. We are discussing the benefits of having nature combined with fantastic technology. The internets really are a wonderful thing, as is sitting around with some friends, enjoying the sunshine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, things are busy, and the blog has noticably gone dry. I do twitter now, on occassion. Feel free to follow for more mindless thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TFR,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2146462516994974559?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2146462516994974559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2146462516994974559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2146462516994974559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-6234305824431538517</id><published>2009-04-01T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:37:11.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>The Economics of Fantasy Baseball; or, how I learned to stop worrying, and love the bomb.</title><content type='html'>If we have ever met, there are probably two things you learn pretty darn quick: I love baseball, and I really enjoy economics. Usually the two don't cross paths in my heart- I don't often particularly care about the economics of baseball. Quite frankly, they're just boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the two do cross are in fantasy baseball, which is another of my loves (but really a subset of baseball itself). How, you ask? The margins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very first thing I learned in high school econ came from my summer reading, from a book called Murder at the Margins. It's a cheesy detective story about an econ professor on vacation, where a murder happens, and he solves it based on people's economic choices. Super cheesy, but it taught me that in econ, absolute numbers are less important than the marginal unit of difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51XeiMFT5ML._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51XeiMFT5ML._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Murder at the Margins. Or, an experiment with pictures in the blog. (from amazon.com).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marginal values come in to play when drafting a fantasy baseball team. You want the best player, sure. But you decide this based on the marginal value of the best player at a position available, compared to other positions. It's how you decide whether to take the best second baseman next (scarcity, another economic issue), or whether to add on a second pitcher. Fantasy baseball, for me, becomes the perfect combination of my two loves that combine in an interesting manner about zero other times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the baseball season draws ever so near (four days, thank god), the time for drafts is upon us, and fantasy baseball has returned. In a short format, because this would be far too long otherwise, other reasons why I love fantasy baseball:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Forces you to keep in touch with people you wouldn't otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Gives you something to talk about with friends who also play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Allows you to beat your friends, and have proof that you did. Or, to trash talk about how you will beat them, next time, because you got whooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Forces you to care about baseball games you otherwise would not. Kansas City at Detroit suddenly matters to a Padres fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Makes summer less boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For these reasons, and more, welcome back, fantasy baseball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, TFR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-6234305824431538517?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/6234305824431538517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/04/economics-of-fantasy-baseball-or-how-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6234305824431538517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6234305824431538517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/04/economics-of-fantasy-baseball-or-how-i.html' title='The Economics of Fantasy Baseball; or, how I learned to stop worrying, and love the bomb.'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-3977970791867139008</id><published>2009-03-25T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:52:52.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transport'/><title type='text'>The MTA Hikes</title><content type='html'>My greatest experience with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;public&lt;/span&gt; transport may be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MTA&lt;/span&gt; song we used to sing at camp. That being said, the New York &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MTA&lt;/span&gt; system will be experiencing fare hikes and reduced service. While this directly affects me just about zero, I do believe there was and is a way to avoid the drastic solution to keeping the system afloat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in my days as an economist, I wrote a paper about the benefits of a congestion charge, especially in places l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ike&lt;/span&gt; New York. Such a fee would charge automobiles for using the streets of downtown Manhattan during peak hours. There are scaled prices for residents, and obvious passes for emergency and service vehicles, and pubic transport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapore has been a shining example of how a system can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;implemented&lt;/span&gt;. Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;implementation&lt;/span&gt;, the city has experienced significantly reduced traffic, lower travel times, and reduced greenhouse gas emissions. Additionally, the congestion charge system raises funds towards the upkeep and construction of infrastructure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a system in the NYC would not only open up the roads, but also raise the needed funds (or be a good start towards) continuing the current level of service and pricing for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MTA&lt;/span&gt; system. Now, it definitely has its drawbacks, one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; ones being financial discrimination on a public causeway. But the benefits outweigh the costs, despite what would assuredly be a public outcry upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;implementation&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like talking about this, and could go on. Let me know if you want to discuss further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, TFR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-3977970791867139008?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/3977970791867139008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/mta-hikes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/3977970791867139008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/3977970791867139008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/mta-hikes.html' title='The MTA Hikes'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2597381685219028978</id><published>2009-03-12T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:54:39.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The great debate</title><content type='html'>Today I was eating a lovely tuna sandwich, as one should eat a sandwich. It was uncut, and on oblong bread (i.e. not the typical square sandwich bread). My friend, who was eating her sandwich, held hers the opposite way of mine. One of us held it by the short side, with the longer side facing the mouth, with the other holding it vice-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. A great debate ensued.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am intentionally ambiguous here, because I want unbiased results from the general public. In the scenario above, which side of the sandwich would you take the first bite out of? I don't care if your answer is the corner- in that case, which side is the second bite out of? I also do not care about you sandwich elitists who only eat cut sandwiches. Get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, leave your responses in the comments section below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per Usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TFR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2597381685219028978?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2597381685219028978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-debate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2597381685219028978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2597381685219028978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-debate.html' title='The great debate'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-4095176942605341475</id><published>2009-03-03T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:34:05.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>Biggest Loser Ironies</title><content type='html'>Biggest Loser provides me with many of the ironies in my life. Many of them are my fault- for instance, eating stuffing while watching it. Including stuffing in my omlette tonight while watching it. Eating breakfast foods combined with dinner foods, while I watch it. (Note: yeah, I eat weird things. but it was delicious.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of all, it was that the challenge involved how bad fast food is for you, particularly a pizza with lots of meat on it- like 490 calories and 27 g of fat per slice. Next commercial on: Round Table Meatball Pizza. I couldn't make this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't even begin to rail against a pizza with meatballs on it, despite its obvious place on a worst ideas over list. It speaks for itself, and is better suited for a David Miller rant- check out his sandwich rant, over at DMBulliten (linked on the side). But you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, TFR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-4095176942605341475?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/4095176942605341475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/biggest-loser-ironies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4095176942605341475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4095176942605341475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/biggest-loser-ironies.html' title='Biggest Loser Ironies'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-9140455074719827990</id><published>2009-03-01T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:42:44.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why San Diego is better than New York.</title><content type='html'>New York: one foot of snow.&lt;div&gt;San Diego: &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/weather/tenday/92111?from=36hr_topnav_undeclared"&gt;http://www.weather.com/weather/tenday/92111?from=36hr_topnav_undeclared&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-9140455074719827990?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/9140455074719827990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-san-diego-is-better-than-new-york.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/9140455074719827990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/9140455074719827990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-san-diego-is-better-than-new-york.html' title='Why San Diego is better than New York.'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-423867524122278092</id><published>2009-03-01T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:21:20.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless plugs</title><content type='html'>Pot Roast put up videos from the last Knighta Komedy. This one is my personal favorite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/htdqO3cnYck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/htdqO3cnYck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-423867524122278092?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/423867524122278092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/shameless-plugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/423867524122278092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/423867524122278092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/03/shameless-plugs.html' title='Shameless plugs'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2038277984060312567</id><published>2009-02-25T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:14:42.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>Here at Self Portraits, the one thing we have in our lives is routine. Class, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; visit to the gym, and lots of reading. Then, Thursday mornings off due to a brilliant stretch of luck from the scheduling office.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been three classes cancelled this week. That means three classes (well, two, really) that will be rescheduled, and have been, at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt; time when we have a ton due. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I'm mad we have more class. It's that it breaks my routine, which I only now realize I'm so used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, spring training games started today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per Usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TFR&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2038277984060312567?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2038277984060312567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/routine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2038277984060312567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2038277984060312567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2193555587561415381</id><published>2009-02-24T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:33:45.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The Port gets Political</title><content type='html'>I felt the need to write about something, and tonight is the non-State of the Union Address. What follows is thoughts from the broadcast, in bullet format, and written down as things happen during the speech.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: This is long, but they're quick notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- The pomp and circumstance of introductions, while historically based and somewhat exciting, could really be toned down to save a lot of time. Time is money, right? Are introductions cutting in to the economy? We'll see if that's part of the stimulus plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Wolf is saying that the speech is going to be focused on domestic policy. Isn't that what we should have been doing a long time ago? Without abandoning foreign policy, focusing on improving domestically, in infrastructure, education, and environment? How much better off would we be if the money spent in Iraq was spend stateside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Sorry, Wolf. No matter how you spin it for ratings, this is not that historic of a moment. Important, yes. But not historic. It has happened before, and it will happen again, on a yearly basis (yeah, yeah, its not a State of the Union. But it's the same thing.) That does not make i historic, yet. If the speech becomes historic, that's one thing. The event itself, not to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- $5 says my friend Alwyn is a better photographer than the "official photographer of the US." Also, props to the President for throwing out left-handed handshakes when the right hand is occupied. Also, does Obama kiss Hillary Clinton during the normal course of their meetings? If so, does the rest of the cabinet feel left out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Ooooooo, presents for the leaders of each house. They're probably puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- From the side, Chief Justice Roberts sort of looks like Chancellor Wrighton of Wash U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the speech:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Early on, a lot of talk that sounds like he's still running for office. Stats about the past administration's time, and not enough talking about how to fix it, yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- It begins with jobs. But where, doing what? Are we going to see a New(er) Deal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Camera on John Kerry. Looks like he has a newspaper under his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- ... and on McCain with the word skepticism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Not sure how I feel about the comedy lines dropped in to the speech. Obama is the type of charismatic speaker who can pull it off, because the public identifies with him as a person and as a politician. But this isn't really the time or place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Recovery.gov. Wish I would've bought that domain first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- A lot about cars, even if subtle mentions. Realistically, now is not good to buy a car, if we want to get over that oil hump he opened the speech with. Wait a few years, go electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; - Oh, Obama. Leading in industry does NOT mean ignoring what other countries do better (the Korean battery comment). Free markets encourage specialization, which makes everyone better off. You know that, I'd bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- The third challenge: About damn time we recognize education is important. Raise teacher salaries, attract better teachers, make education better. This promise will not be able to be kept without higher salaries for those who teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Is the quitting on your country (by dropping out of high school) going to be the new tag line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Highest proportion of college grads by 2020: Take that, Scandinavia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Updating an earlier note, its probably not a newspaper, but a copy of the speech they all seem to have. My mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Is that a subtle corn subsidy shot? Are we finally getting rid of the Archer Daniels Midland nonsense subsidy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- No torture. that's probably good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Sciences- good. About damn time, again. But I'm biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, a good speech, if things promised can be implemented. Only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2193555587561415381?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2193555587561415381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/port-gets-political.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2193555587561415381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2193555587561415381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/port-gets-political.html' title='The Port gets Political'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-2430324850002504056</id><published>2009-02-16T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:41:28.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><content type='html'>Since I don't update nearly as often as some expect for a blog, read the other's people's blogs on the right. I recommend all four of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-2430324850002504056?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/2430324850002504056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2430324850002504056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/2430324850002504056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-4346425164064802597</id><published>2009-02-11T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:17:18.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Hope Springs Eternal</title><content type='html'>The headline will read across newspapers in the morning: A pun about spring, and a new season. After months of nothing and hot stove, Major League Baseball spring training starts tomorrow. Here's why it's great, and it has nothing to do with baseball. Except that it's about baseball.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what happened last season, spring training marks the beginning of something great. as Tampa Bay showed us last season, anyone has a shot at running from worst to first. Cubs fans everywhere get hope that next year is now. Padres fans have faith we might not lose 100 games. It might not be much, but it's something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring training means the start of times getting warmer, summer approaching, and the enjoyment that is the love of a game. Spring training means breaking out the leather and throwing around the pill, and the start of intramural and little leagues everywhere. It's the change in the sports pages, and the focus of fans everywhere, who no longer have to put up without statistics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is, in a word, perfect. The best it can possibly be... until opening day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-4346425164064802597?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/4346425164064802597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope-springs-eternal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4346425164064802597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4346425164064802597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope-springs-eternal.html' title='Hope Springs Eternal'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-8039282642275439522</id><published>2009-02-09T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:13:52.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>Happiest day of the year</title><content type='html'>This post was going to be about the sadness of having Yahoo! tell me that I don't currently have any sports teams, and about how spring training starts this week, and so does fantasy baseball registration. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, an email came in to my inbox, literally as I got to the page to post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are invited..." to join a fantasy baseball league.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I love spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUTFR,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-8039282642275439522?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/8039282642275439522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiest-day-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8039282642275439522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8039282642275439522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiest-day-of-year.html' title='Happiest day of the year'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-3986740167176145186</id><published>2009-02-08T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:39:45.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's best inventions</title><content type='html'>My excessive use of wireless internet got me thinking as to the world's best inventions. I present a preliminary list, with lots of things I'm sure I'm forgetting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In no order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wireless internet: The ability to take the internet to class, to fields, and anywhere else you may like is pretty damn cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The internet itself: no explanation necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The light bulb: my default answer. Think about how different things would be if still by candlelight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Soap: just to appease the medical world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fire: Technically a discovery, and not an invention. But because it led to cooked food, it gets a mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Birth Control: Idea courtesy of a friend, when he was asked the question. Self explanatory, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The ball: Perhaps also a discovery, but I'm going to go with the first manufactured ball, with the intent to play sports. Fantasy geeks everywhere thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This list is far from comprehensive- just starting the debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUTFR,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addendum: I've been told I forgot the printing press, and the combustion engine. Both good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-3986740167176145186?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/3986740167176145186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/worlds-best-inventions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/3986740167176145186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/3986740167176145186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/worlds-best-inventions.html' title='World&apos;s best inventions'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-6372689235356958481</id><published>2009-02-04T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:37:11.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>Spelling</title><content type='html'>I'm not the best of spellers, and while I think I've been pretty good so far on this blog, I have issues within my class notes. This just in: the word 'sovereign' is very difficult to spell. It took me four tries to just get it close enough to have spellcheck know what I was talking about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another day in Constitutional Law... at least it's warm out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUTFR,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-6372689235356958481?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/6372689235356958481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/spelling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6372689235356958481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6372689235356958481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/spelling.html' title='Spelling'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-1944227208310193485</id><published>2009-02-03T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:47:58.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>Feeling Accomplished</title><content type='html'>Moved back home today from the housesitting, and it's really awful nice to be back. Went grocery shopping to re-stock the kitchen, did laundry, cleaned the house a bit, and ran the dishwasher, all of which lead me to the point:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel really good today. I feel like I cleaned up a lot of things, and made good food choices at the supermarket. I bought a ton of veggies, then made what I think was a healthy dinner (who really knows anymore). Then I watched the biggest loser, which made me like my choices even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just been one of those days where everything feels good, and I wanted to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PUTFR, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-1944227208310193485?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/1944227208310193485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-accomplished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/1944227208310193485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/1944227208310193485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-accomplished.html' title='Feeling Accomplished'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-1799082775095026083</id><published>2009-02-02T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:40:09.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>The underappreciated</title><content type='html'>Just a quick shout out to something I'd noticed before, but never thought about: the shubbery in the highway median. It makes the highway prettier, blocks the headlights from the other side, and does a damn good job dividing the highway. I also would like to know who cuts it, how often, and with what machine. Can they just drive with blades on the side that cut? If you have answers, I want them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per Usual, Thanks for reading. (from now on, perhaps an acronym? PUTFR? we'll see.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-1799082775095026083?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/1799082775095026083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/underappreciated.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/1799082775095026083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/1799082775095026083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/underappreciated.html' title='The underappreciated'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-4878712595662181853</id><published>2009-02-01T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:25:45.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily grind'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I went and hung out with a few friends last night, marking the first time I actually went somewhere in a while. Law school takes a lot of time, and most social events are geared towards drinking. While that's all well and good, I'm really not much of a drinker. Law school drinks a lot more than I do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point being, as law students, we run very short on time. Consider this a rally cry for doing things that don't involve over-crowded bars, loud music, and lots of booze. Call me old fashioned (and super competitive), but I would prefer a nice little board game night. And yes, I realize how lame this makes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some quick hitters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 15 year olds really enjoy just being loud. This is what I have learned form house sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 70 degree weather is significanty better than the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- I'm sort of surprised at how good my friends from college have been about keeping up. Good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, per usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-4878712595662181853?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/4878712595662181853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4878712595662181853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4878712595662181853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-5400143931869053587</id><published>2009-01-19T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:08:16.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Daily Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>Since I started walking to school, I started using my ipod on a regular basis for the first time. On days I forget it, I honestly regret not having music to fill the time. I didn't always used to be this dependent on music, but recently it seems that I need something to fill the silence. There is more and more radio and itunes going on than ever before, which makes me wonder how much brainpower is going in to music, rather than learning things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is this: I am currently away from home, but not away from my music. Last.fm is seemingly a Pandora knockoff (for those who don't know Pandora.com, its awesome), but Last.fm keeps track of what music you listen to through iTunes, and logs your preferences. You can listen to streaming radio of music it recommends for you (which is not quite as good as Pandora, yet), but you can also listen to streaming radio of music you own. So I am now listening to my music, just from an online database that knows which tracks I own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technology. Pretty cool. Per usual, thanks for wasting your time with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-5400143931869053587?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/5400143931869053587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-soundtrack.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/5400143931869053587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/5400143931869053587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-soundtrack.html' title='Daily Soundtrack'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-4229585430129547902</id><published>2008-12-29T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:09:20.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>New Years is the most over-rated of all holidays. Just a thought. Discuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-4229585430129547902?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/4229585430129547902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4229585430129547902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/4229585430129547902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-8472435996502660776</id><published>2008-12-22T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:09:05.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, while sounding fancier than it's, is really just more work to type. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the season of many things- holidays, shopping for said holidays, being bored at home during break (for students), and for re-runs. With these things comes one of my favorite things- C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hristmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lights. I don't celebrate the holiday, but I do like people willing to put untold time and effort in to something that for the most part is designed to bring joy to others (after all, it's hard to see your own lights from inside your house).  One home near my parent's house put up over 40,000 lights, which dance to music the house broadcasts on it's own radio station. Yeah, that's a lot of effort. Wayne (the guy who did it) also adds songs weekly to the rotation. Video coming soon, hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point about the lights is this: they are the embodiment of human kindness, in a way. They are something really selfless, which is what the holidays are all about (I'd say the Christmas spirit, but honestly, I'm far from the authority on things relating to Christmas).  This is the time of year we hear about all s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;orts&lt;/span&gt; of people doing nice things for other people- something that we would all be better served to do year round. I don't mean we should all do big things all the time, but a return to common courtesy of holding doors and helping someone pick something that they dropped up could go a long way in making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; bad day a lot better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend's mom says she believes in God with two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt;. Can't help but like that, and want to believe in it as well. So this holiday season, let's do good, and keep it going year round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual, thanks for reading. And happy holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-8472435996502660776?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/8472435996502660776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8472435996502660776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/8472435996502660776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-6260122567471615151</id><published>2008-12-16T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:09:41.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study abroad'/><title type='text'>Americana</title><content type='html'>With much of the news focused around our President artfully dodging flying footware, I figured it was a decent time to reflect on the status of being American in a foreign country. I developed this theory while abroad in London, and while I have shared it with individuals, it's time to release it upon the unsuspecting public.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When abroad, you become accutely aware of other Americans. If you  live abroad, you try to disassociate yourself with them in the place you live; they are tourists to look down at, while you have clearly adapted and should be considered local. But once you travel from your abroad location, you are again a travelling American, and without even trying end up talking to other Americans in airports, trains, and sites. It's helpful that during spring break all the abroad Americans seem to be travelling around, so there is a sharp increase in 20-some-odd year old Americans galavanting around Europe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real point of this theory is that upon your return to the US, you feel surrounded. After spending 5 months avoiding being associated and tuning your skills to identifying other Americans, you return to a place where most people are what you've been trying to avoid. For the first few days back, you're going to feel completely out of place. Not culture shock, mind you, but just a heightened awareness that everyone around you is American.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This is not a commentary on American habits or anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats! You've wasted more time reading my rambling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-6260122567471615151?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/6260122567471615151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2008/12/americana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6260122567471615151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/6260122567471615151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2008/12/americana.html' title='Americana'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916714022652230092.post-5850924316190119613</id><published>2008-12-12T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:58:08.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>The Yankee's Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A note, before I begin: This blog will not be about sports. But this post is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seems only appropriate that my first real post be about baseball. It's my true sporting love, and in the sad state of my team during their off-season dismanteling, I am left only with complaints. And who better to complain about than the Yankees? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not going to be an I hate the Yankees post. I do. You all know that. This is more of a state of the game complaint, where the Yanks are busy assembling a five ace rotation of Sabathia, Burnett, Wang, Joba, and likely Lowe, Sheets, or Pettite. Now props to the Yanks for Joba and Wang- farm system guys they didn't purchase. And props to Cashman for making these signings- I met the man last summer, and he is clearly very smart, as well as rather personable. But spending so much cash, even bidding against themselves in the case of Sabathia, floods the market with so much money that mid-level and small market teams aren't given a free agent chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you will now claim that I should look to the Rays of 2008- no big money spent there for a World Series run. I'm not saying small market teams won't be good. I'm merely saying that they aren't given a chance during free agency to improve their teams until the big guns are done spending. It's like having a pre-sale during Christmas where only the members are invited; everyone else's money is just as good, they just don't get a chance to spend it until all the good stuff is gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, it won't matter. The Yankees have the money, and as such, have a right to spent it. As long as they carry A-rod, they won't win a championship. Or so we can hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps- the Red Sox aren't any better. They just haven't signed anyone big yet this offseason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916714022652230092-5850924316190119613?l=selfports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/feeds/5850924316190119613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2008/12/yankees-evil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/5850924316190119613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916714022652230092/posts/default/5850924316190119613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfports.blogspot.com/2008/12/yankees-evil.html' title='The Yankee&apos;s Evil'/><author><name>Dis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418777091291528000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytJF-1HGoGY/TxdV8Hz7WbI/AAAAAAAADIw/DyHMJ7Foomg/s1600/2011-06-29_11-18-05_968.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
