Four years ago when I found myself in the new car market for the first time, I came across lots of makes and models, each with their own bells, whistles, advantages and disadvantages. Ultimately I settled on a Toyota Matrix (and no, not because I happen to love the movie by the same name). She was stylish, roomy, great on gas mileage, and most importantly a great deal less costly than other comparable cars.
Aside from a missing antenna (the fault of the stupid dealership and the beginning of another rant altogether), I drove off the lot a happy man, and stayed happy up until very recently. You see, I am now an official member of the missing hubcap club.
Why is this post-worthy? For starters, this is not the first time my car has mysteriously lost a hubcap. About a year and a half ago one popped off while I was driving unbeknownst to me until I noticed it missing after I parked. Luckily I hadn't gone far and after a short search I found it and kicked it back into place. No big deal, right?
A few weeks later the sister of a friend who also drove a Matrix told me the same exact thing had happened to her (she was also lucky and got hers back). After then, I noticed that almost every other Matrix I saw on the road either was missing a hubcap or had all four removed (presumably for consistency). I began to wonder if the random popping-off of hubcaps was a chronic problem of Matrixes (Matrices?) everywhere.
In fact it is. Although Toyota won't acknowledge any hubcap issues, plenty of other people write about how they are constantly losing their hubcaps. Interestingly, the people "in the know" who respond either claim the hubcaps are knockoffs and not originals or that the consumers should get them, and I quote, installed professionally. Correct me if I'm wrong, but when I buy a car from a dealership should the hubcaps not be originals and already installed by professionals? I know hubcaps are purely decorative and not terribly expensive (TLM has already offered to get me a new one), but shouldn't there be some kind of compensation for Matrix owners who fall victim to a problem Toyota secretly knows exists? Ridiculous.
All this didn't help me recently, however, when once again I returned to my car to notice only three hubcaps in place. Granted, one may have been taken by some karmically confused Matrix owner to whom the same thing occurred, but I suspect it was just a repeat of the first time and my hubcap is currently lying by some road in or around Boston, just wasting to be found so it can get its spin on again.
For now, I am a proud member of this missing hubcap club and I just may retire the remaining three hubcaps, drag racer stylee. Eh, what the hell.
That is until, of course, the fourth is found, in which case I will, um, "re-tire" them all...
According to Ruth and Thomas Roy from wellcat.com, the "creators" of the holiday, Make Up Your Own Holiday Day is "a day you may name for whatever you wish". I've read some pretty silly ones, but I suppose that's part of the point.
My official holiday today: Menina Day. Any other suggestions?
Thanks to "s" from TMT, The Lovely Mary and I were able to enjoy a four-course meal at the new Capital Grille in Burlington as part of a preview dinner benefit for Neurofibromatosis, Inc. and the Doug Flutie Jr. Foundation for Autism. There were a lot of Patriots players there last night, including Ellis Hobbs (who TLM claims is "tiny" and smaller than I am), and I heard the night before featured all-time Red Sox player Dwight Evans and former Patriots Russ Francis and Ronnie Lippett. There was a silent auction in another room with various types of sports memorabilia (the starting bids for which were extremely high) raising I hope a large amount of money for the foundations.
The atmosphere and people (and open bar) were not the only stories of the night, however, for never is there a trip to a Capital Grille that doesn't involve incredibly well-prepared food.
We started the night off at the bar with some fried calamari and a couple of Ciroc and tonics. After being seated in front of a rather large portrait of Johnny Most (a personal hero) and about 10 feet away from the chef's table packed with Patriots, we were treated to a variety of breads with butter and our second course: a caesar salad for me and onion soup for her.
For the main course, both TLM and I had 14 oz. dry aged sirloins, though mine was prepared au poive (a new favorite) and served with a Courvoisier cream sauce. I don't think I can do proper justice in words to the excellence the taste of this steak demanded. I recommend it to anyone, nay, everyone as a must-have meal.
To finish the meal, TLM and I split a delicious crème brûlée, the first time I'd ever had (or seen) the dessert. This, of course, was the proverbial icing on the cake of a truly "capital" evening.
This day is in honor of the unexplained, commemorating the first recorded eclipse of the sun. The popular opinion is that it was ancient Chinese astronomers who first recorded this important astronomical event, around 2136-2137 BCE. In one mythical telling of the event, Chinese astronomers Hsi and Ho fail to prevent or predict or properly react to an eclipse and are ordered to be executed by an angry emperor. Doh...
I just learned what a "double bagel" is in tennis, thanks to an absolute shellacking The Lovely Mary handed down to some poor woman from Lexington last weekend. It was the first time in my facetiously extensive tennis watching career that I'd seen a match where one person didn't win a game. Go TLM!
As I look down and see I'm wearing my Celtics tee and my once-a-year green pants (TMT might get a kick out of these; they are Marithé et François Girbaud and were in fashion back in the early 90's!), I realize that today could only be one day: St. Patrick's Day.
Many things come to mind (besides the green pants) for those who celebrate this holiday commemorating the death of the patron saint of Ireland. There are the plastic green derbys, the bad Irish brogues, Darby O'Gill, the consumption of LOTS of Guinness and green beer (usually starting around 10:00am), and, of course, the St. Patrick's Day parade.
I was surprised to learn that the very first St. Patrick's Day parade was held here in Boston, not in Ireland, by the Irish immigrants back in 1737 (a general concession, though there seems to be some debate about this), marking the first time the holiday was celebrated publicly. To put that in a different perspective, we've been having St. Patrick's Day parades and celebrations almost four decades longer than we've been a country.
For Bostonians, the parade is a rite of passage, albeit usually in a drunken mess kind of way. Boston PD basically surrounds Southie (South Boston) and lets no one neither in nor out until most of the day is done. There is a better chance of seeing more fights in a five hour period in Southie on St. Patrick's Day than in the bleachers at Fenway at all Red Sox-Yankees games in a season combined (which is, needless to say, not a small number thanks to Yankee Yahoos). The actual parade is full of marching bands, dancing troops, and at least three people dressed as leprechauns (of the Lucky Charms variety, not the kind from the 1993 horror flick).
Whether you are one to brave the chaos that is Southie today or one to stay and watch from home, have a Happy St. Patrick's Day today!
Another 3-14, another Pi Day. Last year's post featured that Zoom! parody about wizards, womanizing, and of course, pi.
This year's Pi Day post will feature none other than Pi. That number, again? Nay, I speak of none other than Piao Sam, a.k.a. Pi from the CW's third installment of "Beauty and the Geek". Billed as the "only kissed one girl" geek, he and his partner Sheree (the "former Hooters waitress" beauty) were promptly the second couple sent home.
Oh, if only we could have seen more of you throwing down your Pi-like gang sign, Pi.
"Internet surfing, karaoke and poker. I almost got trampled standing in line for Playstation 3." - Paio Sam
What a waste of a Super Bowl. Besides the opening kickoff run back for a TD by Hester, the Bears blew. Ah, well...at least The Lovely Mary won some money on the squares.
It just so happens that on this date in 2003, a certain US President (out of office in just 722 days) said:
"The war on terror involves Saddam Hussein because of the nature of Saddam Hussein, the history of Saddam Hussein, and his willingness to terrorize himself." -President George W. Bush
There is an enormity of "Bushisms" to be laughed at (unfortunately), and you can find lists all over the internet. PoliticalHumor.about.com has a funny one, updated frequently (again, unfortunately).
In celebration of this day, The Lovely Mary and I went to (where else) Outback Steakhouse, where I happily enjoyed a steak, a baked potato, and a salad, trying my hardest not to blurt out the occasional "G'day" or "No worries, mate", nor even a "that ain't a nyfe...this is a nyfe". In any case, add another holiday to your list of days you can celebrate for no reason other than to learn more about something (or drink, depending on your mood). Happy Australia Day!
I should start by saying I've never been a fan of college football. Check that: I like the actual football, but I can't stand the system by which the bowl games are "calculated". That's right, rankings.
Even when approached with seemingly the most scientific methods, college football ranking systems have always seemed vague and completely subjective to me (and the end of the year awards presented to individuals too for that matter). Science News recently had an article outlining how such systems' ability to produce "reasonable results" are inherently impossible.
In a paper published in a recent issue of SIAM Review, Paul K. Newton and Kamran Aslam of the University of Southern California argue against the widespread belief that it is possible, with just the right tweaking, to come up with a ranking system that yields reasonable results and eliminates logical inconsistencies—and, hence, settles all arguments, leaving everyone satisfied.
At the heart of the argument is the challenge of assumptions made when coming up with the various ranking systems. Highlighted is the assumption that "when team A is ranked higher than team B, and team B is ranked higher than team C, then team A is ranked higher than team C...seems like a reasonable requirement". This assumption is shown to be faulty, particularly when votes are part of the process.
So how do the bowl games get determined, if not by some ranking process? That's the million dollar question (not that the collegiate atheletes get any of it, at least not legally...). Well, unless another option is presented, science be damned (uh?), as the current system is what we have that works best so far.
Tangentially, this reminded me of a (not-so-recent) post on InsomniousPolitico where there was an attempt to classify various popular dichotomies (the term is used loosely) into two distinct groups; an attempt met with many vociferous comments as the ultimate goal seemed to be grouping logic, men, and conservatism against emotion, women, and liberalism (go see and decide for yourself). In this Science News article, the aforementioned faulty assumption and the example they chose to illustrate it (the selection of the top men's tennis player in 2002) is also exactly why Jaz's attempt to make two mutually exclusive groups won't work.
Let's say you have 3 groups of 2 instead of 3 individuals, groups A, B, and C. Group A may match up with group B in a particular way, and group B may match up with group C in a particular way, but that does not say anything about the relationship between group A and group C, which must be handled seperatly (particularly when the matching up of groups is as subjective as was outlined in the post). As in the tennis example, it is possible to have, even in a sample space as small as 3, a circular state of relation between the groups. Consider the following pairings:
Pairing 1
Pairing 2
Pairing 3
A1
A2
B1
B2
A1
A2
B1
B2
C1
C2
C2
C1
There are only eight possible ways the three groups can be grouped together, and all of them will go against how we defined the group pairings above in exactly one way.
Potential Group
Bad Because of
A1, B1, C1
Pairing 3
A1, B1, C2
Pairing 2
A1, B2, C1
Pairing 1
A1, B2, C2
Pairing 1
A2, B1, C1
Pairing 1
A2, B1, C2
Pairing 1
A2, B2, C1
Pairing 2
A2, B2, C2
Pairing 3
Well, you can't blame a guy for trying (to equate conservatism with logic). Anyway, sorry for what was I'm sure way too much information...I have occasional relapses into math education background. And I miss making tables.
Well, after having had a couple of days to process what happened on Sunday, I've come to grips with the Patriots loss. But now the question remains: who do I root for, if anyone, in the Super Bowl?
If this were like old-time baseball, I'd have to root for the Colts, as they are in our conference. The problem with that is, I hate the Colts; they are our #1 rival (sorry Jets fans). One could make the argument that there is a certain amount of respect due to the Colts on the part of the Patriots, much like there was to Professor Moriarty on the part of Sherlock Holmes. But then there are all those annoying Peyton Manning commercials ("cut...that...meat") that rub me the wrong way. Should I feel good about them finally making it to the Super Bowl since before they were in Indy? Should I be the gracious (fan of the) losing team? Perhaps.
Then there are the Bears. Daaa Bers. No Dit-ka now, though. They are perhaps my least favorite NFC team, and their QB, Rex Grossman, sucked it up for me the short time I had him on a fantasy team for me this year (-15 points for a QB! That's just unacceptable). They beat us in Super Bowl XX. I've rooted against them every game this postseason. I genuinely don't want them to win anything. F the Bears.
So what to do?
Figure out that there are 25 days until pitchers and catchers report to spring training. Go Red Sox.
I recently had a few hours to kill between doctors' appointments, and before I knew it I found myself in the lobby of a movie theater scanning accross titles and times looking for something (hopefully good) to watch. Ultimately, I settled on Sylvester Stallone's sixth "Rocky" movie....no, not "Rocky 6", but rather "Rocky Balboa".
Tangentially, there weren't that many options worth even my consideration, worth noting as I'm notorious in my circles for "liking everything". I guess January is a slow month.
Anyway, the tale told is a sad but idetifiable one, and ultimately there is a sense of triumph and completion. Though it's been more than a decade since watching any of the other Rocky films, I feel as though this latest installment might just be the best. A little suspension of disbelief is required, though, as Rocky comes out of retirement at the tender age of 60 to fight the undefeated heavyweight champion of the world...eh, no big deal in Rocky world.
The interrelationships between the characters take center stage for most of the movie, and the storyline was surprisingly interesting, engaging, and one with which I'm sure many can identify. The images of an old and, pardon the phrase, beaten-up Rocky in a generic sport coat spinning stories of days gone by to patrons of his restaurant are striking and a telling ones, as are the scenes of Rocky visiting the burial site of his former wife Adrian. I almost felt sorry for this character who was clinging onto his past so innocently and yet so clearly, and it was his realizing this and moving on that proved to be the actual triumph in the film (even though moving on for him meant stepping back into the ring to take a traditional Rocky beating). In addition, Rocky struggles with his relationship with his son, who struggles because he thinks he lives in his father's shadow, and of course Paulie, his brother-in-law, who reminds Rocky that everyone's got problems and sorrows and to snap out of it already.
As for Sly, what's probably been clear to many others since 1976 is now crystal clear to me: Rocky is the perfect role for Sylvester Stallone. He conveys perfectly Balboa's coming of (old) age, and not through just the thick and now famous Balboian accent (see: Lou the cop on the Simpsons). I've seen Sly in lots of other movies, with his performances ranging from the decent (Cop Land, Tango and Cash) to the self-caricatural (Over the Top, The Specialist), but this is undoubtedly his best I've seen.
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For Bostonians, the parade is a rite of passage, albeit usually in a drunken mess kind of way. Boston PD basically surrounds Southie (
I should start by saying I've never been a fan of college football. Check that: I like the actual football, but I can't stand the system by which the bowl games are "calculated". That's right, rankings.
