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Politics

Compare and Contrast

Obviously, I follow politics to some degree. I don’t blog about it much, if at all, because it doesn’t have anything to do with my being an SAHD. Also, there’s plenty of others taking care of that front and I don’t have the time or patience to follow it and argue about politics here on the blog.

But, as I said, I do pay attention. And the following is the sort of stuff that drives me crazy. Who do you believe? This guy, who claims no Ryan bounce, or this guy, who claims there is a Ryan bounce. Both use Gallup polling data to arrive at completely different conclusions.

In general, the coverage of this election from either side of the aisle is bipolar- from one side Romney is running a smart campaign as the President and Vice President stumble and bumble their way along, or from the other side Romney is an evil, lying, shit-slinger at the poor President and Vice President whom are doing their level best to govern in tough times.

It’s hard to know what to make of any of it. And people wonder why we fall back to ideology.

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Family

How to Make Your Child More Obnoxious

Simple, have one of their friends over for a visit. Even better, make it a sleep over.

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Football

LSU Kicked the Honey Badger Out!?!

I just discovered this while reading this article, but LSU apparently has team rules regarding drug use and, more impressively, is willing to enforce them on a star player. LSU kicked “The Honey Badger” off it’s team for failing drug tests. It would be one thing if he was a scrub, but he was a marquee player on their team last year, an All-American and a Heisman Trophy finalist.

Consider me surprised. This is usually the sort of thing we find out about years later when the program is being investigated for violations of one sort or another.

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Family

Two Weeks

Driving home in the car this morning, the boy asked “Dad, does school start next week?”

“No, it starts in two weeks,” I answered.

Way back when I was still in school, there was a commercial that started with the song It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. It then showed a picture of a parent gliding on a grocery cart down the aisle of the store. The aisle was filled with notebooks and pens and pencils. Well after the parent sailed off the screen, the two kids came trudging along behind him, their faces downcast and sullen.

I was old enough back then to get a chuckle out of it. When I confirmed that school was starting soon, both the boy and the lass immediately assumed the same demeanor as the kids in that commercial.

I got a chuckle out of that too.

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Misc

Crappy Weather

This muggy, sucky, weather can’t be gone quick enough. I’d hoped it would be gone after the weekend, but now it looks like another week of it is on the way.

I’m ready for the Fall and more pleasant air.

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Football

Another Look at NFL Refs

Yesterday I wrote that I didn’t think the replacement refs would have that great an impact on football, ultimately taking the official’s leverage away. It was based on assuming the NFL had replaced them with competent people who would be motivated by the potential for a new job.

Well, honesty compels me to note this article at Deadspin. They go through a number of preseason games and highlight various flubs by the new guys. Mainly, the majority strike me as “nerves” sorts of errors. But still, there are some legitimate screwups that don’t bode well.

But I won’t be backing off my prediction, yet. People need to keep in mind that the regular refs were hardly foolproof, with flubs like screwing up an overtime coin toss on Thanksgiving. Or, for good measure, how about a Super Bowl altering screwup? Those are off the top of my head, but a little googling would reveal plenty more, I’m sure. All from the regular guys.

There will be a tendency to blow every screwup by the replacements. That’s just the way it goes. I still think they’ll prove more than adequate to the task.

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Family

The Lass Rides- Finally

The lass achieved the childhood milestone of learning to ride a bike this morning.

It was particularly sweet because she’d been pretty discouraged about bike riding because she just hasn’t been able to figure it out. The Wife and I have been trying to motivate her in various ways. The Wife, in particular, has been taking the boy on rides at a local bike path to try and give the lass something to shoot for.

This morning, for a change, we all went to the bike path and the Wife volunteered to stay with the lass and work with her while I went on the path with the boy. My ride with the boy was nice, if not a little wet. It poured for about 10 minutes half-way through the ride, soaking us both thoroughly. It didn’t bother the boy and we finished the ride without any incident.

When we got back, it looked like the lass was close to figuring out the whole riding thing. She was gliding around with her feet off the pedals and just out to the side. She was pretty wobbly, but there was a hint that she might be on the verge of a breakthrough.

Rather than stopping and possibly pressuring her, I continued on the path past where the Wife was working with her. I hadn’t gone far when I heard the Wife let out a “WAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” That’s pretty much the universal parent word for “My kid just figured it out!”

When I got back, sure enough, the lass was wobbling along. She was having a little trouble starting and the rain had slicked her shoes so she was also having some trouble keeping her feet on the pedals. But there was no denying that she was in fact riding a bike.

Now, she can hardly wait for the next time Mom goes for a ride on the bike path. It won’t be just the boy going along anymore.

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Family

Going to Bed on a Good Note

The boy has an unfortunate short between his brain and his mouth. It’s most evident with regards to his sister. He never misses a chance to zing her, whether necessary or not. More worrisome, it’s also there for the Wife or myself.

This morning, particular, was difficult for him because of it. The Wife and I both have pretty much had it. We’ve been warning him for awhile now that he needs to watch what he says and when he says it, repeatedly giving the age old advice “If you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” So far, he has shown little indication of taking that advice to heart.

So when he popped off this morning, making an unprovoked and disrespectful comment to his sister, I had him kneel in the corner for awhile. The corner is tough when you’ve got knee caps, especially on hardwood. Be that as it may, shortly after he was done there, he got sent back because he made comments to his Mother.

This time, after he was released, I explained to him that the Wife and I will not allow him or his sister to disrespect us like that with his comments. I also explained that he’s older now and smarter and understands a lot more. Therefore, he has to learn to exercise better judgment where his mouth is concerned. The Wife had a similar talk with him during the day.

Fast forward to bed time, where I’m saying my “Goodnight” to him. Unprovoked, he apologized for his comments and attitude during the morning. It was a nice surprise, and I told him “It’s OK to make mistakes, but it’s up to your Mom and I to point them out, and up to you to fix them.” He apologized to the Wife as well.

Moments like that at least give the hope that he’ll turn out alright.

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Football

Returning Officials Won’t Choose Sides

At the end of a blurb about Bill Belichik’s opinion regarding the replacement officials, Mike Florio throws out this zinger:

Strategically, they’d be wise to do so. Eventually, the locked-out officials will be back, and it will be impossible for them to complete ignore who had their backs- and who didn’t- when making close calls in real time.

This strikes me as a foolish statement for a couple reasons. First, Robert Kraft is the owner of the Patriots, so he’s partially responsible for the referee situation in the NFL, regardless of Bill Belichik’s position. So if the refs are going to hold grudges against teams, why would they spare the Patriots?

Second, if the officials get what they want, but then turn around and behave as Florio implies, how does that make them any better than the replacement refs which are supposedly worse? Arguably, it makes them worse. It’s one thing to makes mistakes (even the regulars do that), it’s another to deliberately punish one team or another because of some personal pique against one team or another. It violates a key element of being a game official, impartiality. Implying they would do so isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement for them.

With all due respect to the striking game officials, I doubt we’ll see much of an impact. They tried to strong arm the league once before and their bluff was called. The replacement officials performed just fine and the regular officials had to come back and accept whatever deal they got. I think we’ll see an identical result. While being an NFL official isn’t easy, it’s not rocket science and the guys the NFL has recruited already know how to officiate fooball games. Plus, for all these replacement guys know, they’re auditioning for a permanent job and a nice bump in their income. That gives them plenty of incentive to do the job and do it well.

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Misc

More Desert Rose Blogging

This is supposed to be a Yellow Desert Rose, although it looks pretty white to me. The bloom is different from my other obesums as well. It has many more petals that overlap to form a much fuller looking bloom.

The plant itself is tiny. The bloom looks kind of funny, like it could tip it over.

Finally, my longest lived obesum. I thought the bloom had peaked about a week ago. I was wrong.

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Football

Really the Fastest?

An interesting comment (to me anyway) from Chris Johnson of the Tennessee Titans:

I feel like if I would have kept training for track I’d have a chance, but I play football and he runs track, so it’s totally different. I think I could still probably beat him in the 40. If I actually trained for the distance he trained for, I think I’d have a chance.

I’ve long felt that the decline in US sprint dominance was a direct result of the financial incentives for guys with world class speed to pursue a career in football or baseball- the two sports where speed is the greatest asset. In addition to Johnson, there were guys like Deion Sanders, who was arguably faster than Johnson. Additionally, Randy Moss would have been in the conversation. Plus, there was that fellow by the name of Renaldo Nehemiah, who wasn’t even the fastest guy in the NFL during his time. Also, see Calvin Hill and Willie Gault.

I’m not saying that the US would have been winning gold at every Olympic sprint. I do think the US team would be a lot deeper in the sprints though, possibly medaling consistently in the sprints. Usain Bolt may well be the fastest man on the planet, but I’m quite certain that he isn’t running against the fastest the US has to offer. So who knows.

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Misc

Red Adenium Obesum

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Taken with the Wife’s Panasonic DMC-LX5.

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Computers

The Downside of the Cloud

This here is one reason I’ve been reluctant to use Google for anything more than email. I’ve also advised the Wife to steer clear of iCloud for the time being as well. So far, she has.

As for all our digital data, it all exists here on our home network, including a complete copy of the blog. Storage is cheap so there’s really no reason not to do it.

I remember getting the following advice, “No one will care more about your money than you.” I think the same thing holds true for digital data. Apple, Google, Amazon and anyone else isn’t worried about your data. At least, not in the same way you or I are. Ceding all the control and security of it to them seems foolhardy.

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Family

The Chicken Whisperer

One of the new features at the Sister’s place is the chicken coup. They’ve started their own farm of sorts and the chickens were as logical a place to start as any I suppose.

So they showed the boy and the lass the chickens and even let them check for any new eggs. Alas, no eggs.

The first time, anyway.

Over the course of the day, the boy returned to the chicken coup several times, always unbidden by his aunt and his uncle. He just wanted to check because he was pretty sure those chickens were busy while they were gone.

Each time, he came back with a reward for his efforts. Much to the surprise of all the adults present, whom, in our infinite wisdom, were quite sure his efforts would be in vain. I guess there’s something to be said for persistence.

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Family

Playing With Arrows

We spent the day visiting with the sister and the brother-in-law yesterday. Our kids and the niece and the nephew get along real well, despite minor age differences, so we like to get them together. The kids ended up spending the night sleeping over at their cousin’s place, so it was something different for everyone. The sister and brother-in-law got the short end of the stick this time around. We’ll repay the favor some other time.

The boy is a bit older than both cousins, plus the older one is the niece. This makes for moments where the boy feels a bit estranged from the group due to age and gender dynamics. So his uncle pulled out some big boy toys for him to try: his bow and arrows.

The bow was a recurve bow that was sized appropriately for someone the boy’s size. His uncle setup a target, gave him some instruction and let him take a bunch of shots. The boy has actually expressed interest in having a bow and arrow, so it was a chance for us to gauge whether to pursue it further or not.

In the meantime, the nephew, who is 3, came along for the ride to see what was going on with his Dad’s bows. He watched his cousin shooting the bow and arrow and got the funny notion in his mind that he could do that too. So he made his wishes known “Daddy, I wanna play with arrow.” There was extra emphasis on the “arrow.”

So for the next 15 minutes, while my brother-in-law worked with the boy, the nephew kept making his wishes known, “Daddy, I wanna play with arrow.” His Dad kept gently telling him he was to wait.

“I know buddy,” he’d answer.

Several seconds later, “Daddy, I wanna play with arrow.”

“Hang on, I’m working with your cousin.”

Several seconds later, “Daddy, I wanna play with arrow.”

Things went this way for the better part of 20 minutes. The brother-in-law, whose been “playing with arrows” since he was a kid, did a quick demonstration with his compound bow as well. But after every shot, we’d get “Daddy, I wanna play with arrow.” The Wife and I and my sister were all laughing because the request was so regular and expressed in the exact same tone every time. The brother-in-law, for his part, weathered it with good humor.

I should note that the nephew is about the same size as the bow the boy was using. So there was a bit of a physical issue with him being able to shoot the bow and arrow. Not that he cared.

Finally, when everyone was done, the nephew got his wish. The brother-in-law stooped down next to him and helped him use the bow and arrow. He was setup about 4 feet from the target and his Dad would nock the arrow, then help him hold and aim. The nephew would pull the string back and shoot the arrow.

Which just goes to show, it never hurts to ask. Repeatedly, if necessary.

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Family

Camps Are Over!

This was the Summer of Camps for the kids. While we were away in Greece, they went to a Y-based day camp for a week to keep the preoccupied. Then, shortly after we returned, the boy had his Scout Camp. Finally, for the passed 2 weeks, they’ve been attending a swimming camp.

Of the bunch, the swim camp has been the biggest pain because it’s an hour in the middle of the day in a remote location in the next town. Every day, right after lunch. While it wasn’t all bad, it pretty much precluded much of anything else getting done during the day. In all three cases; however, the kids were ready for the camp to end. Regardless of whether they enjoyed it, it’s an intrusion on their time and they’ll only tolerate it so far.

But today was the final day of the camp, which means the kids can return to their normal bickering over what cartoon to watch on Netflix in the morning. Oh, and whining that they never get to play the DS. And that they are bored.

The start of the school year seems so far away.

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Family

The Know It All

If I was asked to succinctly describe the boy right now, I’d say that he knows everything.

I always expected him to get to this stage, but it can get to be a bit much dealing with an 8-year-old know-it-all. He becomes darn near insufferable, especially when he resorts to extreme pedantry to be right. It’s like he has to be right.

It also makes some of the worst moments when he actually is right. It makes him that much more difficult for the next time. And right now, there is always a next time.

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Misc

Beware the Nightlight

Apparently, nightlights may lead to depression:

A study from Ohio State University Medical Center found that hamsters with chronic exposure to dim light at night showed signs of depression within just a few weeks: reduced physical activity compared with hamsters living in normal light-dark conditions, as well as less interest in sugar water (a treat for the hamsters), greater signs of distress when placed in water, and changes in the brain’s hippocampus that are similar to brain changes seen in depressed people.

The kids both sleep with a nightlight and I often wondered if the lights mess with their circadian rhythm. I know that our bodies respond to light and dark, essentially our bodies shutdown in the dark and come back in the light. So having a nightlight could conceivably put us in some kind of not-quite-asleep state.

Then again, the study involved hamsters.

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Family

Call BS When Warranted

I’m sitting here reading some email and the boy asks me his favorite question:

“Can I play the DS?”

Now, his Grandfather is visiting and we’ll be leaving in about 5 or 10 minutes for his swimming lesson. Plus, he and his sister have played a lot of video games this Summer because we’ve relaxed the rules for their Summer. So I told him “No.”

He then, with all the earnestness of man whose just crossed the desert being denied a drink of water, asked me “How come you never let us play the DS?”

It’s too bad I can’t do animations adequately, because the arc my neck traced from my computer screen as I shifted focus to the boy has to be something out of a Looney Tune. The exaggerated motion had the desired effect, because the boy knew his error even before I spoke.

“Are you really going to sit there and claim you never play the DS?”

“Nevermind,” he muttered as he raised the white flag.

If only all the battles could be won so easily.