Monday, August 21, 2006

Gunnar Graduation!!



Today (8-21-06), Gunnar graduated from Puppy Elementary Obedience Class! He is just over 6 months old and weighs over 63 pounds and is doing very nicely with training. He is a very well behaved but happy and energetic puppy! He truly loves being a part of our family and we love having him as part of ours. He also loves his doggy buddies, Dakota, Yukon, Maverick (who could be his doppelganger) and Speedy.

We did the training at the Champaign Urbana Dog Training Club for the last 9 weeks. We had a great time. There were about 12 dogs total in the class as you can see from the one photo. The other is of Gunnar and I, and the two trainers, Nichole (right) and Janna (left). Gunnar even got voted to have the best trick. He payed dead when I shot him with a finger gun. It was not really a quick death but more like a slow death from a poison dart gun... It was cool thing to win.

Our next step is the CGC test... the Canine Good Citizen test... a required test for all the other training classes he might get into.

So that is all... Just a quick puppy update!

Later!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

The best four days of gaming....

GENCON... which for those of you who are not familiar with it, is the biggest gaming convention in the US or at least this side of the Mississippi. At it, you will find all kinds of games and gaming. Anything from Video games to role-playing. Strategy to kid's games. Hundreds of games are planned in the four day event.

I have never been before this year. I have known about it for at least the last 20 years but never attended until this past week (August 11-12) in Indy. It was my virgin year and WOW! was I impressed.

There were close to 30,000 gamers there all with one thing in common. A love of gaming. Yes, they were all, for the most part, gamer geeks. But at least they all were comfortable being a gamer geek. There were gamers of all shapes and sizes, and from all walks of life. I was pleasantly surprised to see a large number of families there, and even more surprised to look around at the role-playing gamers and see that most of them are of an age group of 30-50. Interesting...

And there was so much stuff to look at! It was amazing! I saw literally millions of dollars worth of gaming material! Too much to actually take in, with only a full day and a half to be there.

I was not really expecting the costume show that seemed to go on, all day long. I guess I was being naive, as many of these gamers were big sci-fi/fantasy fans and this was a perfect place to dress up like their favorite characters, or as their own characters from some of the role playing games. (Or they were the LARP folks.. Live action role playing)

Well, it was a blast and I will be attending next year. Certainly for a longer period of time. And I will know better what to sign up for. (No more of this getting my butt kicked at a game in less than a minute!!!)

Hopefully my family can come with me. It would have been better with someone to share it with.

Later! (and game on!!!)

Thursday, August 10, 2006

More news about the best video game ever...

More HALO movie news! Never heard of the selected director, but I have seen the commercials mentioned. And of course, just about everyone has heard of the Ex. Producer, Peter Jackson... (Lord of the Rings, and King Kong)


LOS ANGELES (Hollywood Reporter) - Commercials and music video director Neill Blomkamp will make his feature debut on "Halo," the big-screen adaptation of the video game series.

The games follow Master Chief and his companion Cortana as they try to save the galaxy from alien forces called the Flood. Halo refers to an artificial ringworld that actually is a weapon capable of destroying the galaxy. Alex Garland ("28 Days Later") wrote the screenplay.
The South African native is known for commercials that feature robots and a dose of urban grittiness. His eye-popping commercial for Citroen, which featured a car that transformed into a hip-hop-dancing robot, won three Clio Awards. He also directed "Alive in Joburg," a documentary-style short about space aliens trying to live in the slums of Johannesburg.

The film's executive producer Peter Jackson saw some of Blomkamp's work and flew him to New Zealand for a meeting. Jackson's Weta effects shop is providing creatures, miniatures and visual effects for the production.

Universal will distribute domestically, and Fox will handle foreign territories. The movie is eyeing a 2008 release.
Reuters/Hollywood Reporter

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Killing Man's Best Friend

Here is a story that will raise your hackles, especially if you are a friend of dogs.... Warning, the photo included in the story is quite disturbing.

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/08/01/world/main1855386.shtml?source=RSS&attr=HOME_1855386

If this doesn't make you think that China is nothing more than some overpopulated, undereducated, uncivilized, third world country, then maybe you are a better, more open minded person than me.

They did not even consider more humane ways to do this.... Not that they needed to in the first place! Get your stupid dog owners to vaccinate their pets! Get a health care system! Start treating life, all kinds of it as something of value!

A friend of mine once said to me after visiting China, "China is filled with stupid people. All the smart ones have immigrated to the United States." After reading this, I can believe it.

China... A world power... that is a scary thought.

Later.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

GIVE WAR A CHANCE....

Wow! After alot of searching, I finally found this article. I first read it in Harper's magazine when a volunteer at my office brought it to my attention. It was from the July 1999 edition. This was before 9/11 and the Iraq war but after Desert Storm (or the Gulf War). It it certainly speaking more on the war in Bosnia than any other war, but it would have made a good response to the United States' aborted move on Baghdad during this war and a criticism that we did not go far enough. Looking back, I think the critics were right and we should have taken Baghdad and eliminated Saddam Hussein in 1991 rather than in 2003. Now we find ourselves in a long war that is costing American and Iraqi lives. (but foremost, AMERICAN lives) Israel is now involved in a war with Hezboullah. North Korea wants to fight everyone, and Iran has become a Middle Eastern bully and terroist financier. And through it all, we have non-governmental organizations, like the UN and legitimate national governments are doing their best to stop the fighting. And they should. But maybe, just maybe, they should step back and let the fighting play itself out... Read this following article and give it some thought. I am printing this article as it was found on www.ciaonet.org


Give War a Chance By Edward N. Luttwak

Premature Peacemaking
An unpleasant truth often overlooked is that although war is a great evil, it does have a great virtue: it can resolve political conflicts and lead to peace. This can happen when all belligerents become exhausted or when one wins decisively. Either way the key is that the fighting must continue until a resolution is reached. War brings peace only after passing a culminating phase of violence. Hopes of military success must fade for accommodation to become more attractive than further combat.
Since the establishment of the United Nations and the enshrinement of great–power politics in its Security Council, however, wars among lesser powers have rarely been allowed to run their natural course. Instead, they have typically been interrupted early on, before they could burn themselves out and establish the preconditions for a lasting settlement. Cease–fires and armistices have frequently been imposed under the aegis of the Security Council in order to halt fighting. NATO’s intervention in the Kosovo crisis follows this pattern.
But a cease–fire tends to arrest war–induced exhaustion and lets belligerents reconstitute and rearm their forces. It intensifies and prolongs the struggle once the cease–fire ends—and it does usually end. This was true of the Arab–Israeli war of 1948–49, which might have come to closure in a matter of weeks if two cease–fires ordained by the Security Council had not let the combatants recuperate. It has recently been true in the Balkans. Imposed cease–fires frequently interrupted the fighting between Serbs and Croats in Krajina, between the forces of the rump Yugoslav federation and the Croat army, and between the Serbs, Croats, and Muslims in Bosnia. Each time, the opponents used the pause to recruit, train, and equip additional forces for further combat, prolonging the war and widening the scope of its killing and destruction. Imposed armistices, meanwhile—again, unless followed by negotiated peace accords—artificially freeze conflict and perpetuate a state of war indefinitely by shielding the weaker side from the consequences of refusing to make concessions for peace.
The Cold War provided compelling justification for such behavior by the two superpowers, which sometimes collaborated in coercing less–powerful belligerents to avoid being drawn into their conflicts and clashing directly. Although imposed cease–fires ultimately did increase the total quantity of warfare among the lesser powers, and armistices did perpetuate states of war, both outcomes were clearly lesser evils (from a global point of view) than the possibility of nuclear war. But today, neither Americans nor Russians are inclined to intervene competitively in the wars of lesser powers, so the unfortunate consequences of interrupting war persist while no greater danger is averted. It might be best for all parties to let minor wars burn themselves out.

The Problems of Peacekeepers
Today cease–fires and armistices are imposed on lesser powers by multilateral agreement—not to avoid great–power competition but for essentially disinterested and indeed frivolous motives, such as television audiences’ revulsion at harrowing scenes of war. But this, perversely, can systematically prevent the transformation of war into peace. The Dayton accords are typical of the genre: they have condemned Bosnia to remain divided into three rival armed camps, with combat suspended momentarily but a state of hostility prolonged indefinitely. Since no side is threatened by defeat and loss, none has a sufficient incentive to negotiate a lasting settlement; because no path to peace is even visible, the dominant priority is to prepare for future war rather than to reconstruct devastated economies and ravaged societies. Uninterrupted war would certainly have caused further suffering and led to an unjust outcome from one perspective or another, but it would also have led to a more stable situation that would have let the postwar era truly begin. Peace takes hold only when war is truly over.
A variety of multilateral organizations now make it their business to intervene in other peoples’ wars. The defining characteristic of these entities is that they insert themselves in war situations while refusing to engage in combat. In the long run this only adds to the damage. If the United Nations helped the strong defeat the weak faster and more decisively, it would actually enhance the peacemaking potential of war. But the first priority of U.N. peacekeeping contingents is to avoid casualties among their own personnel. Unit commanders therefore habitually appease the locally stronger force, accepting its dictates and tolerating its abuses. This appeasement is not strategically purposeful, as siding with the stronger power overall would be; rather, it merely reflects the determination of each U.N. unit to avoid confrontation. The final result is to prevent the emergence of a coherent outcome, which requires an imbalance of strength sufficient to end the fighting.
Peacekeepers chary of violence are also unable to effectively protect civilians who are caught up in the fighting or deliberately attacked. At best, U.N. peacekeeping forces have been passive spectators to outrages and massacres, as in Bosnia and Rwanda; at worst, they collaborate with it, as Dutch U.N. troops did in the fall of Srebenica by helping the Bosnian Serbs separate the men of military age from the rest of the population.
The very presence of U.N. forces, meanwhile, inhibits the normal remedy of endangered civilians, which is to escape from the combat zone. Deluded into thinking that they will be protected, civilians in danger remain in place until it is too late to flee. During the 1992–94 siege of Sarajevo, appeasement interacted with the pretense of protection in an especially perverse manner: U.N. personnel inspected outgoing flights to prevent the escape of Sarajevo civilians in obedience to a cease–fire agreement negotiated with the locally dominant Bosnian Serbs—who habitually violated that deal. The more sensible, realistic response to a raging war would have been for the Muslims to either flee the city or drive the Serbs out.
Institutions such as the European Union, the Western European Union, and the Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe lack even the U.N.’s rudimentary command structure and personnel, yet they too now seek to intervene in warlike situations, with predictable consequences. Bereft of forces even theoretically capable of combat, they satisfy the interventionist urges of member states (or their own institutional ambitions) by sending unarmed or lightly armed “observer” missions, which have the same problems as U.N. peacekeeping missions, only more so.
Military organizations such as NATO or the West African Peacekeeping Force (ECOMOG, recently at work in Sierra Leone) are capable of stopping warfare. Their interventions still have the destructive consequence of prolonging the state of war, but they can at least protect civilians from its consequences. Even that often fails to happen, however, because multinational military commands engaged in disinterested interventions tend to avoid any risk of combat, thereby limiting their effectiveness. U.S. troops in Bosnia, for example, repeatedly failed to arrest known war criminals passing through their checkpoints lest this provoke confrontation.
Multinational commands, moreover, find it difficult to control the quality and conduct of member states’ troops, which can reduce the performance of all forces involved to the lowest common denominator. This was true of otherwise fine British troops in Bosnia and of the Nigerian marines in Sierra Leone. The phenomenon of troop degradation can rarely be detected by external observers, although its consequences are abundantly visible in the litter of dead, mutilated, raped, and tortured victims that attends such interventions. The true state of affairs is illuminated by the rare exception, such as the vigorous Danish tank battalion in Bosnia that replied to any attack on it by firing back in full force, quickly stopping the fighting.

The First “Post–Heroic” War
All prior examples of disinterested warfare and its crippling limitations, however, have been cast into shadow by NATO’s current intervention against Serbia for the sake of Kosovo. The alliance has relied on airpower alone to minimize the risk of NATO casualties, bombing targets in Serbia, Montenegro, and Kosovo for weeks without losing a single pilot. This seemingly miraculous immunity from Yugoslav anti–aircraft guns and missiles was achieved by multiple layers of precautions. First, for all the noise and imagery suggestive of a massive operation, very few strike sorties were actually flown during the first few weeks. That reduced the risks to pilots and aircraft but of course also limited the scope of the bombing to a mere fraction of NATO’s potential. Second, the air campaign targeted air–defense systems first and foremost, minimizing present and future allied casualties, though at the price of very limited destruction and the loss of any shock effect. Third, NATO avoided most anti–aircraft weapons by releasing munitions not from optimal altitudes but from an ultra–safe 15,000 feet or more. Fourth, the alliance greatly restricted its operations in less–than–perfect weather conditions. NATO officials complained that dense clouds were impeding the bombing campaign, often limiting nightly operations to a few cruise–missile strikes against fixed targets of known location. In truth, what the cloud ceiling prohibited was not all bombing—low–altitude attacks could easily have taken place—but rather perfectly safe bombing.
On the ground far beneath the high–flying planes, small groups of Serb soldiers and police in armored vehicles were terrorizing hundreds of thousands of Albanian Kosovars. NATO has a panoply of aircraft designed for finding and destroying such vehicles. All its major powers have anti–tank helicopters, some equipped to operate without base support. But no country offered to send them into Kosovo when the ethnic cleansing began—after all, they might have been shot down. When U.S. Apache helicopters based in Germany were finally ordered to Albania, in spite of the vast expenditure devoted to their instantaneous “readiness” over the years, they required more than three weeks of “predeployment preparations” to make the journey. Six weeks into the war, the Apaches had yet to fly their first mission, although two had already crashed during training. More than mere bureaucratic foot–dragging was responsible for this inordinate delay: the U.S. Army insisted that the Apaches could not operate on their own, but would need the support of heavy rocket barrages to suppress Serb anti–aircraft weapons. This created a much larger logistical load than the Apaches alone, and an additional, evidently welcome delay.
Even before the Apache saga began, NATO already had aircraft deployed on Italian bases that could have done the job just as well: U.S. a–10 “Warthogs” built around their powerful 30 mm antitank guns and British Royal Air Force Harriers ideal for low–altitude bombing at close range. Neither was employed, again because it could not be done in perfect safety. In the calculus of the NATO democracies, the immediate possibility of saving thousands of Albanians from massacre and hundreds of thousands from deportation was obviously not worth the lives of a few pilots. That may reflect unavoidable political reality, but it demonstrates how even a large–scale disinterested intervention can fail to achieve its ostensibly humanitarian aim. It is worth wondering whether the Kosovars would have been better off had NATO simply done nothing.

Refugee Nations
The most disinterested of all interventions in war—and the most destructive—are humanitarian relief activities. The largest and most protracted is the United Nations Relief and Works Agency (UNRWA). It was built on the model of its predecessor, the United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Agency (UNRRA), which operated displaced–persons’ camps in Europe immediately after World War II. The UNRWA was established immediately after the 1948–49 Arab–Israeli war to feed, shelter, educate, and provide health services for Arab refugees who had fled Israeli zones in the former territory of Palestine.
By keeping refugees alive in spartan conditions that encouraged their rapid emigration or local resettlement, the UNRRA’s camps in Europe had assuaged postwar resentments and helped disperse revanchist concentrations of national groups. But UNRWA camps in Lebanon, Syria, Jordan, the West Bank, and the Gaza Strip provided on the whole a higher standard of living than most Arab villagers had previously enjoyed, with a more varied diet, organized schooling, superior medical care, and no backbreaking labor in stony fields. They had, therefore, the opposite effect, becoming desirable homes rather than eagerly abandoned transit camps. With the encouragement of several Arab countries, the UNRWA turned escaping civilians into lifelong refugees who gave birth to refugee children, who have in turn had refugee children of their own.
During its half–century of operation, the UNRWA has thus perpetuated a Palestinian refugee nation, preserving its resentments in as fresh a condition as they were in 1948 and keeping the first bloom of revanchist emotion intact. By its very existence, the UNRWA dissuades integration into local society and inhibits emigration. The concentration of Palestinians in the camps, moreover, has facilitated the voluntary or forced enlistment of refugee youths by armed organizations that fight both Israel and each other. The UNRWA has contributed to a half–century of Arab–Israeli violence and still retards the advent of peace.
If each European war had been attended by its own postwar unRwa, today’s Europe would be filled with giant camps for millions of descendants of uprooted Gallo–Romans, abandoned Vandals, defeated Burgundians, and misplaced Visigoths—not to speak of more recent refugee nations such as post–1945 Sudeten Germans (three million of whom were expelled from Czechoslovakia in 1945). Such a Europe would have remained a mosaic of warring tribes, undigested and unreconciled in their separate feeding camps. It might have assuaged consciences to help each one at each remove, but it would have led to permanent instability and violence.
The UNRWA has counterparts elsewhere, such as the Cambodian camps along the Thai border, which incidentally provided safe havens for the mass–murdering Khmer Rouge. But because the United Nations is limited by stingy national contributions, these camps’ sabotage of peace is at least localized.
That is not true of the proliferating, feverishly competitive nongovernmental organizations (NGOs) that now aid war refugees. Like any other institution, these NGOs are interested in perpetuating themselves, which means that their first priority is to attract charitable contributions by being seen to be active in high–visibility situations. Only the most dramatic natural disasters attract any significant mass–media attention, and then only briefly; soon after an earthquake or flood, the cameras depart. War refugees, by contrast, can win sustained press coverage if kept concentrated in reasonably accessible camps. Regular warfare among well–developed countries is rare and offers few opportunities for such NGOs, so they focus their efforts on aiding refugees in the poorest parts of the world. This ensures that the food, shelter, and health care offered—although abysmal by Western standards—exceeds what is locally available to non–refugees. The consequences are entirely predictable. Among many examples, the huge refugee camps along the Democratic Republic of Congo’s border with Rwanda stand out. They sustain a Hutu nation that would otherwise have been dispersed, making the consolidation of Rwanda impossible and providing a base for radicals to launch more Tutsi–killing raids across the border. Humanitarian intervention has worsened the chances of a stable, long–term resolution of the tensions in Rwanda.
To keep refugee nations intact and preserve their resentments forever is bad enough, but inserting material aid into ongoing conflicts is even worse. Many NGOs that operate in an odor of sanctity routinely supply active combatants. Defenseless, they cannot exclude armed warriors from their feeding stations, clinics, and shelters. Since refugees are presumptively on the losing side, the warriors among them are usually in retreat. By intervening to help, NGOs systematically impede the progress of their enemies toward a decisive victory that could end the war. Sometimes NGOs, impartial to a fault, even help both sides, thus preventing mutual exhaustion and a resulting settlement. And in some extreme cases, such as Somalia, NGOs even pay protection money to local war bands, which use those funds to buy arms. Those NGOs are therefore helping prolong the warfare whose consequences they ostensibly seek to mitigate.

Make War to Make Peace
Too many wars nowadays become endemic conflicts that never end because the transformative effects of both decisive victory and exhaustion are blocked by outside intervention. Unlike the ancient problem of war, however, the compounding of its evils by disinterested interventions is a new malpractice that could be curtailed. Policy elites should actively resist the emotional impulse to intervene in other peoples’ wars—not because they are indifferent to human suffering but precisely because they care about it and want to facilitate the advent of peace. The United States should dissuade multilateral interventions instead of leading them. New rules should be established for U.N. refugee relief activities to ensure that immediate succor is swiftly followed by repatriation, local absorption, or emigration, ruling out the establishment of permanent refugee camps. And although it may not be possible to constrain interventionist NGOs, they should at least be neither officially encouraged nor funded. Underlying these seemingly perverse measures would be a true appreciation of war’s paradoxical logic and a commitment to let it serve its sole useful function: to bring peace.

Edward N. Luttwak is Senior Fellow at the Center for Strategic and International Studies.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

A greedy SOB of a game!

I read in a small article lately, that the New XBOX 360 is a power hungry machine! Apparently the guys at DXgaming.com ran tests on several different gaming consoles to guage energy usage and consumption, and fund that the behemoth of gaming consoles, the XBOX 360 is the biggest eater of energy. (Al Gore, look out!) Not only does it eat energy, but it will eat money too! IF you play the 360 for at least two hours a day, it will cost you about $19.88 per year extra on your power bill to feed it! Compared to a PS2 at $5.69 a year, that seems pretty heavy duty, but in my humble gaming opinion, it would be worth the extra cash. Because XBOX rocks over other game consoles. I do not have a 360 yet, (note, I said yet) but as soon as HALO 3 comes out, you can bet there will be a power hungry monster attached to my TV. I guess I better start saving for that higher power bill now!

Game on!

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Family Vacations... part 2





Okay, now the photos are all screwed up so follow along with me. starting with the one at the lower left... The Badlands. One of the coolest places to see in America. It is so total alien for someone from the cornfields of Illinois. Beautiful in a very stark way. And hot! Wow, was it hot! But it was a dry heat, and it was the first time I had ever experienced a dry heat. I now understand when someone talks about the heat in the southwest and they say, "It's a dry heat." But even more so, it was only that much more proof that God is an artist of the highest magnitude. I would have loved to have done more hiking there, but time was short and I was not prepared for that type of hiking at the time.

The next one up was the view from the top of Harney's Peak near Hill City, S. Dakota. It was a hike of over 8 mikes and took about 5.5 hours to do. The wholel family, including our dog Gunnar did the hike. It was tough for my wife, who has a problem knee, but she did it anyway. And my 8 year old daughter did the whole hike on her own except for a about a 1.4 mile where I had to carry her on my back...going up hill and over rocks and stones about the size of a 50 gallon drum. It was marvelous. And it was the highest point east of the Rockies and west of the Pyrennes, which are in Spain! Quite a rush!

The one above the view of the Black Hills is my son doing some panning for gold, which he did find about seven flakes. It would take much more to make a real small nugget, but he will never forget the experience. My Daughter did the same thing. It was a nice way to end the vacation as we did it on the way back home.

The next one up was my wife and I going down the waterslide nea Rapid City. A real mom and pop outfit. Nice sized (meaning not too big and not overly crowded) and very reasonable. We had a blast. We went there with the cool family we met from Manitoba Canada. While there , we managed to kill the battery in the car where Gunnar was held to try and keep him cool. However, when the battery dies and the keys are in the ignition, and you only have the remote unlock button, nothing unlocks!!! Gunnar was stuck in there for almost an hour before we had someone from AAA come and unlock him. He was hot, but fine. We then had him spend the rest of the time with us, outside the waterpark. We took turns hanging out with him. As you can tell, the photo of us was before we knew our dog was in danger! I was very worried so all I wanted to do afterwards was get him to air-conditioning. All turned out well.

The last one (the top most one)was taken somewhere around Souix Falls, shortly after yelling at the bored, restless kids for the 16th time to be quiet, stop fighting, share the game boy, and just behave. I can't blame them. After so much fun, it was hard to get back on the road home.

I highly recommend the Black Hills of South Dakota as a family vacation spot. It truly was one of the best vacations we have ever had. I hope to go again!

Anyway, enough of the vacation slide show.... I have bored you enough.

Later!

Family Vacations...






We recently got back from our family vacation! We went to South Dakota and had a great time. It has to be one of the best times we have ever had on vacation! It reminded me alot of the vacations I had as a kid and travelling with my parents. It had all the same elements in it. The long drive, the fighting kids, meals at rest areas, and new and exciting places and people to meet. The drive was very nice because the landscape of South Dakota seems to change without warning from cornfields to rolling hill, and from barren desert areas to lush mountain forestland. It was also fun meeting various people from around the country, but maybe more so, trying to find those travelers from Illinois who just might know where you live. We did meet one such family from Illinois. They seemed to be taking the same route we did and we kept meeting them in all the spots we stopped. (We hit alot of the road-side tourist attractions instead of passing them by this time) It was almost like we were stalking them. One of the best things about this vacation was the lack of hurried activity or the need to get somewhere at a certain time. The places to visit, while filled with people, were nothing like the mind numbing crowds you find at Disney World or places like that. There wre no huge lines to wait in, and no overly priced fees for things like food or items. We had almost a full week in one area of South Dakota, near Mt. Rushmore and we still did not have time to do everything!

On to the pictures above. I picked just a few to share. Working from the top down, is a photo of the pop-up trailer that we used. This used to be my parents trailer but I bought it from them recently. It was one that I camped in as a younger person with my parents so it was like a coming home sort of feeling to be using it again for my own vacation. The site is the one we had at the Mt. Rushmore KOA Kampground. Say what you will about KOA Kampgrounds, but you always know what to expect at a KOA. It was alway full of huge motor homes and RV's, enough so, that I felt a bit inferior with my little pop-up, but it was a nice place. We got a great place that actually made you feel like you were really camping... as long as you did not look west out of the camper windows.. We met some really great people from Winnipeg, Manitoba right next to us and got to know them quite well. We even did a few outings with them. They had kids the same age as ours so that made the stay even better! The next one is of the kids on their trail ride horses. A good 1.5 hour ride in the mountains. Up and down alot of rough terrain! We all had a blast doing this. The third one is of Julian, Gunnar and I when we were doing some rock climbing. We found a little crawl through area and had fun taking the photo. The rocks there were really fun to climb around on. The next one was a family photo at the Falls of Souix Falls, S.D. You could climb all over them and even mess around in the water, but some spots were too dangerous to get in and play. It was really a nice place to visit. It was also where we went to the movie theater to see the latest Pirates of the Carribbean movie. And finally, the last photo is of our campsite near Souix Falls at the Red Barn RV park. It had to be the cleanest, nicest, and quietest campground I have ever been to! And all for $22 a night! Populated mainly with people over the age of 55 and RV's no smaller than 20 feet, we had a very relaxing time there for the first part of our journey. (as you might suspect, the photos are out of order) Anyway, I have more photos in the part II of my vacation message.

later!

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Victory is mine!!!



Hello again!

At our Old Fashioned Fourth of July in my homestown, at the suggestion of a good friend of mine, I entered my bike in the Motorcyle Show sponsored by ABATE. (www.abate.com) Well, I was sceptical at first because I have alway thought this was a big Harley Show and my bike is definately not a Harley... (twice the bike, half the money) but it is a beautiful bike. Well, I cleaned her up and took her to the park and entered it into the Import Street category. There were 5 other bikes there of varying degrees of beauty. (I felt bad for the rat bike rider who had to enter our category... his category was dropped from the competition this year. www.ratbike.com) Anyway, there was this one bike, a Honda Shadow that was a custom job done completely by the owner. He did a fantastic job! I even voted for his bike in best of show. Anyway, he had a really great bike, but when the judging was done, the judges like Sacrifice better than his green flaming Shadow. I took first place in my category! Not bad for a whim! Anyway, here are two photos. The first one includes the other guy who took second. I don't know if you can see it, but he had a great bike.

Just thought I would brag a bit and let you know.

The trophy was more plastic than metal but still nice.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Proud as a peacock!

Greetings again from Central Illinois Land!

I have just recovered enough to put down this short missive about how proud I am of my kids. This last weekend we spent all day in the heat and the sun and the wind and the rain at a local Old English Fair and my kids were a joy to be around. My son was even willing to try on some new "Historically accurate" clothing that was nothing like he had worn before. He was even willing to wear wool, in the middle of 90 degree heat! And on top of that, he competed in the archery contest and made a good showing for himself. He even made his own bowstring and medieval arrow that is as good as anything I could make! And my daughter was also very pleasant to have around, especially when we had our dog at the fair and she kept a very close eye on him and helped me out, and I got to see her outgoing personality in action again. At these fairs, she tends to loosen up and go exploring and visiting with people she sees only occasionally and usually comes back with great experiences.

And then after the weekend, I went with my son to the Summer Camp at the Boy Scout Camp at Camp Drake. Camp Drake is a great place to be as a Boy Scout. While there, I discovered that my son posesses the same ability that myself and my father have, and that is a sharp eye and steady hand with a gun, especially a rifle. He scored 10 out of 10 on the target range, trying to put 3 bullets out of 5 into a target the size of a quarter at 25 yards. He did this every time and sometimes put 4 bullets into the same hole!! It was great to see!

Shooting sports are a big thing in my family, so much so, that our motto could be God, Guns, and Gears. (gears meaning vehicles) I suppose that I will be purchasing a new gun for him soon, but that is okay. You can never have too many guns. Everyone should have at least one.

And more about my daughter. Apparently she is excelling in her "Little Vibrations" show chorus and will be performing at the 4th of July at our local park! My wife says she is really good. I have not seen any of the practice sessions, but that is because I want to be totally surprised!

This is the reason you have kids. So you can live vicariously through them. It also makes you feel a bit more important in the world when your kids excel! I will try and post pictures to this posting later!

That's all the gushing for now! Later!

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Making Movies

Well, It looks like my 15 minutes of fame will come this Saturday. I, plus addtional members of my family are going to be extras in a independent, low budget film called "Press Start." It is a spoof of video games and other games in general. I have read the script and believe me, if you were a gamer of the recent past, you will understand all the small pokes and jabs at games from video and RPGs and collectible card games. If you want more information check out WWW.PRESSSTARTMOVIE.COM.

I get to be the Chef, from the old video game called "Burger Time" and also as the Knight that gets his armor knocked off of him leaving him in only his boxer shorts from a game called "Ghosts and Goblins."

The last time I was involved in a movie, was one I wrote and directed back in my junior college days. It was actually alot of fun, but a lot of work. I am looking forward to it. I will let you know how it turns out!

Later!

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Another Doggie Update



Here are a few new photos of Gunnar. He is currently 13 weeks old in these photos and turning into a great dog. He is pretty well behaved and very smart. The house breaking was pretty simple and now we are working on our basic commands and lessons.

He is very much my constant companion and loves to play (rough!) with the kids, sometimes so much that he becomes too much to handle for them. He has a great playmate next door who comes in very handy when we need to tire him out.

As you can see, he has come into his dog body and lost his puppy shape. His ears are pretty much straight up now and his paws just keep getting bigger. At his last vet check he was pushing 31 lbs. They estimate him to top out around 90-100lbs. Obedience training should start somewhere around June 26th. With a dog that big, obedience is a must.

Anyway, just wanting to add to the blog and to doggie updates.

Later!

Monday, May 15, 2006

Too much time in the crapper!

You won't believe this, but I just heard on the radio station that I work at, that the average American spends about THREE YEARS over the course of their life in the BATHROOM! I have heard that the average person spends even more sleeping, but I can't remember what amount of time that is right now. (I seem to recall it is something like a 1/3 of your life... like 20-30 years.) I was shocked to hear that we spend about 3 years in the bathroom, doing all kinds of stuff... primping, preening, cleaning, and the occasional waste removal!

Well, not me! I hearby resolve to reduce the amount of time I spend in the bathroom! While I must still adhere to civil norms for hygene, I will still shower and shave and keep myself clean. However, to bring down my average time in the bathroom I will make every attempt to, when possible, do other jobs normally done in the bathroom, OUTSIDE! How can I think of doing this?!?! Because I am a guy and any tree, bush, or wall is my bathroom!

So look out neighborhood dogs! A new scent is coming to your stomping grounds!!

Later!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

More Gaming News...

Well, it looks as though more and more adults, and by that I mean, people in their late 20's and beyond, are turning to the gaming consoles to get their entertainment instead of turning on the TV programs.

According to the AP-AOL poll sponsored by IPSOS, 3,024 adults were interviewed and found that 4 out of 10 of them are gaming on a console or computer. You can read more about it at www.ap-ipsosresults.com

This is all well and good, but what amazed me is that some of them said that they are spending something like 10 hours a week gaming! Where do they find the time? I have nog picked up the XBOX controllers in more than 2 weeks and I miss it! It is fun to spend the time with my son doing some gaming, but I have less than no time available to game. Part of this could be that the game console is hooked up to the main TV that the family uses for tv watching. But still! 10 hours of gaming a week!? I'm jealous! Not simply because of all the gaming, but because of all that EXTRA TIME!!!! I think I would use some of it to sleep.

Oh well... for what it's worth.

Later.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Role Model

If you can start the day without caffeine; if you can get along without pep pills; if you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains; if you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles...
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it; if you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time; if you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when, through no fault of yours, something goes wrong...
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment; if you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him or her; if you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend...
If you can face the world without lies and deceit; if you can conquer tension without medical help; if you can relax without liquor; if you can sleep without the aid of drugs...
If you can honestly say that deep in your heart you have no prejudice against creed, color, religion or politics...
Then, my friend, you are ALMOST as good as my dog.


Having a puppy has really helped me relax and be more in control of my emotions, anger and actions. It is great feeling to have someone who needs me so much, but yet it still a being unto itself. I often wonder why D O G is G O D spelled backwards. Is there something we are missing?

Later...

Monday, May 01, 2006

Immigration

Teddy Roosevelt and the 21st Century....

This was forwarded to me from a friends website. I think it is very appropriate for the current events of today.

Sometimes it is best to look to the past for insight into current events. President Teddy Roosevelt had this to say about immigration in 1907:

"In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person's becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American...There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn't an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag... We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language... And we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people."

Enough said... This is America. Not North Mexico. Come to Visit, Come to Stay, either way, do it legally or stay at home. My ancestors came to America from Germany. They paid alot of money to sail on crowded boat that took along time to get here, came into the United States and became Americans. They never stopped speaking the tongue of their Fatherland or gave up their special culture, but did learn to speak English and did become legal American citizens and became an integral part of their American community. They didn't go to the welfare trough and look for handouts in German or any other language. And they didn't expect any either! They did what they had to do to establish themselves and make a good life for themselves and family.

If you want to boycott American businesses because you think being an illegal alien in the US is a right or a priviledge, then I will boycott you until you can prove to me that you are making an effort to be an American. If not, then go away and back to where you came from.

later.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Progress Report



Here is a quick update on our newest member of the family. His name is Gunnar and he is officially 10 weeks old and about 25lbs right now. He is coming along very well with his training and is a very well behaved dog for only 10 weeks old. He does like to chew on things like rocks, sticks, and feet. I would also say that he is getting to be a bit of a spoiled dog but if you can't spoil a puppy, who can you? He is very sociable dog, but he can play very rough.

It is my hope to have him tested for apptitude for the Schutzhund program. That is a tracking, obedience, and protection program for large dogs. Primarily, it is German Shepards, Rottweilers, and Dobermans that participate, but all sorts of dogs can be found in the program. Time, money and ability will tell if Gunnar gets to partake of the program. We are starting on some basic imprinting with basic commands and stuff. Nothing big yet.

As you can see, he is a very handsome fellow and will be quite large. As the weeks go by, I will try and update his progress. So, more to follow!

later!


oh.. his full name is Gunnar Valentin vonG.....

Friday, April 21, 2006

Happy Days are here again... in 2008!!!

Read on my blog friends! This is great news! (from Reuters, via Yahoo news)


"Star Trek" franchise set for 2008 revival: report
Fri Apr 21, 3:13 AM ET
More than three years after the last "Star Trek" movie crashed at the box office, the venerable sci-fi franchise is being revived by the director of the upcoming "Mission: Impossible" sequel, Daily Variety reported in its Friday edition.
The as-yet-untitled "Star Trek" feature, the 11th since 1979, is aiming for a fall 2008 release through Paramount Pictures, the Viacom Inc. unit looking to restore its box-office luster under new management, the trade paper said.
The project will be directed by J.J. Abrams, whose Tom Cruise vehicle "Mission: Impossible III" will be released by Paramount on May 5. Abrams, famed for producing the TV shows "Alias" and "Lost," will also help write and produce.
Daily Variety said the action would center on the early days of "Star Trek" characters James T. Kirk and Mr. Spock, including their first meeting at Starfleet Academy and first outer-space mission.
The paper described "Star Trek" as Hollywood's most durable performer after James Bond, spawning 10 features that have grossed more than $1 billion and 726 TV episodes from six series.
The 10th film, "Star Trek: Nemesis," bombed at the box office on its December 2002 release, earning just $43 million in North America. Last year, Viacom-owned broadcast network UPN pulled the plug on the low-rated series "Star Trek: Enterprise" following a four-season run.



Finally! Getting back to the characters that really made Star Trek the phenom it was! It will be hard to see Kirk and Spock as younger characters and played by someone other than Shatner and Nimoy. There are a few great books that detail the very early years of both and they would do well to consider looking at them, but those people never listen to me!

Well! Not only is 2007 going to be a fun year with the HALO movie, but 2008 will be a great year to see Star Trek come back to life!

Live Long and Prosper!

Friday, April 07, 2006

Well kept bike, well kept life...



Just a couple of updated photos of my bike. The weather is getting warmer and I have had her out a few times already. I can't wait for dry weather! (and slightly warmer mornings!) I hope to do a lot of riding this year as opposed to last year. A good friend of mine recently purchased a similar bike and we hope to make a few long distance rides with our ladies. Riding on a good looking bike is a real ego trip. Whether anyone else likes the bike, it makes me feel like a million dollars. My kids think it is the best bike ever and that certainly helps the old ego. And I have been told by a really good looking woman (my wife) that I look good on this bike. This will probably be one of the last bikes I buy for a very long time. Like my truck, I hope to keep it clean and pristine looking. I get sick of those people who are always making fun of me and how I keep my stuff looking new. My feeling on this is that if you are spending a lot of money on something nice, then why not keep it looking that way for as long as possible? My feeling is that if your belongings and home are well ordered and well kept, then your life must be so too. What do you think? (Other than I am anal rententive.... )

later!

A new member of the Family


Say hello and welcome to the soon to be newest member of our family! (No, not the boy holding the puppy. He is already a card carrying member of my clan) The cute little ball of fur that you see will soon be a part of our family. He is (currently) an 8 week old German Shepard pup with lots of energy and (hopefully) intelligence! He will be the first puppy we have had in our home in many, many years and I am sure that it will be a real experience for us once again!

He is a full blooded German Shepard with a good pedigree with 5 champions on his sire's (father's) side of the family tree. I do not think we will be planning on showing him, but I am thinking of putting him in the Schutzhund program. That is the "guard dog" program used by many show competitors and police units. He was given an aptitude test for his litter and he ranked #2 out of seven! He could have potential! Alot depends on time, location and cost of the program. It is a good program and really fits the intelligence and personality of Shepards really well.

We have not settled on a name yet, but right now, I am considering calling him Gunnar. A good strong two syllable name that is easy to pronounce. I had also thought of Conan, or Rommel but think Gunnar is my favorite. The other names have a lot of history and meaning to me and carry kind of a big responsibility to live up to them. We have to decide. We don't even have him yet.

I am really looking forward to bringing him home and getting to know him. I will try to update his progress as time goes on!

Later!

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Looking for Racism?

An interesting thing happened to me today. I was making some small talk with a person I have known now for about 2 or 3 months. This person happens to be black. Our topic of conversation happened to be horse back riding and I let it be known that I was one of those lucky kids who grew up with horses. This person then asked where I was from and I let them know I was from a small rural/farming town, and even showed them where on a map I grew up. I also showed this person where my family was from, where my childhood church was established and a few other things that I like to talk about when talking about my childhood hometown(s).

This person then stops me and asks me, "How can you be from such a place and be so comfortable with people who are not like you? Most people from small towns in general are not accepting of others who are different from them." In a nutshell, this person was asking me, or making the statement, "Why are you not a racist like everyone else from small towns, which are primarily white in race?"

Now, this hit me in a number of different ways. First I thought, "Wow! what a racist and stereotypical thing to say when you know absolutely nothing about my town, my neighbors, and my family." The next was, that this person was amazed that someone like me would be working and attached to such a great liberal and forward thinking higher educational institution that we are both employed at. And finally it solidified in my mind that most of the educated open minded liberals are usually over educated, closed minded and mostly hypocriticals. It also convinced me that everyone is racist in some way or another, despite what they might think, say or do.

The comment, I am sure was not to insult me, but it was offensive to me both immediately and even more so after I thought about it for a while. I did not let that on, but I felt compelled to defend my hometown(s) to some extent and said, that if you came to visit, you might not ever meet a friendlier group of people. This person's response was, "I don't know how many times I have heard that..."

I left the conversation thinking and knowing that this person had made a racist comment to me, whether they knew it or not. It confirmed for me a personal belief that everyone of us, no matter who you are, have some level of racism within us. Some of us have more or less and some of us show it more or less. Everyone is a racist I think, but what matters is how we control it and deal with it. Some don't care if their racist tendencies show or not. I think most people do care and do try their hardest to hide, quell, or defeat any racism they have. Let's face it. Most people prefer their own kind just like in the animal world (and we are animals when you strip us down), but it is how we control our racism, attitudes, and emotions that separates us from the animals. And I also think that racism is fueled or quelled by some people's thin or thick skin over the matter.

I immediately forgave this person for their comment. It was not meant to insult me, simply a lapse of judgement, or an example of ignorance on what people from small towns are really like. Maybe it was too much in time in an insulated environment like a higher education institution that re-inforced this comment.

I don't think racism will ever be defeated. I think that it can only be contained and controled. There do need to be laws to prevent racism, the type of racism that truly hurts or hinders people. But racism, in many ways and levels does occur. And often it comes from those who cry about it the loudest.

No need to comment... just letting you in on my experience and my thoughts.

later!

Monday, March 06, 2006

Dancing with the Girls

Hello again!
I must write about one of the best experiences I have had in a long time. On Saturday of last week, I had a date with a really beautiful girl. This girl just happened to be my daughter and the event was her first Daddy- Daughter Dance. She had been looking forward to this for the longest time. I knew she was getting excited, because she had a new hat, new shirt and new jeans for this event and she did not wear them before the event, and for my daughter, that is a big thing. See, she loves new clothes and wants to wear them as soon as possible, but these clothes were being saved, for something big! The theme of the dance was country/western. We as a family are not much for country/western music or fashion, but we did our best at fitting the theme. With a pink and white cowboy hat, a pink blouse, boot cut jeans, and a demin jacket, my daughter was the picutre of country cute. (It is my right and priviledge to say that there was not a cuter girl at the dance)
We started out the evening by going to a local restaurant and having a nice sit down dinner. I bought for her a corsage for her jacket and it was made up of her favorite colors. Pink and purple. We had a nice dinner of Chisken Strips and sweet potoato fries and Hot Chocolate. (Hey, it was her special night!) Then we headed to the dance.
The dance was held in the basement of a local church. Not much in the way of decorations, but there was music, colored dancing lights, and snacks and that was all that was needed. After a slight bout of hesitation, my daughter and I hit the dance floor. (The chicken dance was what got her on the floor.) After that, it was no stopping allowed. We danced for two solid hours. It takes a good deal of strength and stamina to dance with someone who is two feet shorter than you, and you will find yourself holding them alot more than anything else, but it is worth it. My little girl is quite a dancer. We were actually dancing together! She was watching me and others and trying to do her best. Some of it was slow and some of it was fast, but it was good dancing. She even bragged to her mom that I was a good dancer! We had a blast and I think it really meant alot to her. All the girls present seemed to have a good time and it was during th slow dances that you coudl really see the affection that daughters have for their dads. I have nver had so many kisses in one night. And so many "I love yous!" I could never get enough of those...
For those of you who have daughters, if you have the chance, take her to a Daddy/Daughter dance. You will not regret it. And to those of you who say you can't or won't dance, suck it up and get on the dance floor. Real men dance, so be a man!! This is your little girl we are talking about. Who do you want her first dance to be with? You or some unknown boy? It better be you. I would do it again in an instant. It was just me and her, and I figure that this is the best way for her to learn how to be treated and what to expect from a date or a dance. Set the ground rules early and teach her to expect courtesy, respect, and kindness when she goes out with a boy. If you make a good model for her, then she will who knows what she will settle for.
Dance with your daughter. Dance with your wife. Just dance. Dancing is celebrating. Celebrate life and family and go dance. For those of you who think you can't dance, you are wrong. You just don't know it. You are missing out.

Later

Monday, February 27, 2006

DWMs... not to be confused with WMDs...

A few years ago I was taking a correspondence class on Western European history which used a few books that coudl be classified as "revisionist". In answering one of the questions, and to set the tone for how I would be interpreting what I was reading, I included a few paragraphs from a history book that I had read shortly before the class. The author, Samuel W. Mitcham Jr. a professor of geography at Northeast Louisiana University included in his introduction that to know history was to read biographies. I don't know if I agree with that statement, but I did find in this intro, a couple of paragraphs that I really found interesting. I used these paragraphs in the history correspondence class to help answer a question. What the question was I can't exactly remember, but I do recall that the instructor could not debate the logic of the arguement presented by Mitcham.

I have no real reason for why I am putting this in my blog other than I was looking through my personal library for something to read and came across the book and thought I would publish it in my blog. It still has as much meaning today as it did in 1997 when it was published. So here it is.... For what it's worth.

The book this comes from is "The Deset Fox in Normandy" published in 1997 by Preager Press, Connecticut.

"To understand history, one must read biography - especially the biographies of famous leaders. This goes against the current fad in many American Universities - where it is considered unfashionable or "politically incorrect" to study or write about "DWMs" (dead white males), a term usually muttered by leftist and largely socialist professors with a slight air of contempt, condescension, and perceived (and self-ordained) intellectual self-superiority. Unfortunately, these people write as they think, which is why so much garbage and so little of substance or importance is being produced by the vast majority of them. Like it or not, we owe our Western Civilization, our democratic and religious institutions, our values, and most thinkgs that make life worth living, to DWMs - not to affirmative action and other similar scams."

(Mitchell continues to explains that DWMs have also been the source of a great deal of havoc and misery. He does not deny that. But he does explain that usually with those sorts of DWM's there also comes to the forefront, the heroes of history. Which is why he was writing the book on Field Marshal Erwin Rommel.)

Anyway, I present this here for your consumption and let you decide for yourself how you feel about the study of history.

Feel free to comment. I may or may not respond.

Later!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Ride Far and Live Long and ignore the nay sayers...

I found this neat little article from an emailed message from one of the places I get stuff for my Honda VTX. (for those who need to know... VTX stands for "V" Twin EXtreme, denoting the awesome power of the engine of the VTX) Anyway, I often get people who say how dangerous motorcycles are and how likely a motorcyclist is to get hurt on the road. What most of these people don't realize is that most motorcycle accidents are caused by car drivers. This little article, tries, with tongue in cheek to give some ammo to those of us who have to kindly sit and listen while those who have rarely ever ridden a motorcycle tell us how dangerous our glorious two wheelers are.

Ride Far and Live Long (Reproduced from the Cruiser Customizing Email Newsletter Issue #068 2/1/06)

How many times has some do-gooder warned you against your motorcycle in the interest of your health? Do you politely stand there while a well-intentioned Samaritan regales you with horror stories of a relative of a friend of a friend who went down two days after he bought his bike? I used to dryly inform such self-appointed nice guys that, since most people die in their own beds, to avoid that horrible fate, it would be best to start sleeping on the floor. Now I no longer go head to head with sufferers of moto-phobia. I just tell them now that biking is conducive to a long, healthy and happy life. Here’s how this came about:

During my recent trip to India I came across a new motorcycle magazine called BIKE India which, surprisingly, boasts some really well-researched articles by some top internationally-recognized and local writers. It seems that the family of Adil Jal Darukhanawala, the Editor of BIKE India, still owns the oldest continuously-run motorcycle dealership in the world (!), which today sells Indian-built Yamahas (called TVS Yamaha) in the university town of Pune, Maharashtra State. Adil is one of the most pro-moto two-wheel visionaries you’ll ever meet. Anyway, the January ’06 issue of BIKE India carries a tightly-researched article entitled "One More Reason to Bike: It’s Good For Your Health!" This article has the hard facts on things that you and I always suspected to be true but had, until now, had no way of proving. The bit of scientific investigation came about when the good folks at Motorcycle Consumer News set out to find Britain’s oldest biker. To the delight of the MCN research team, they found that every single aging rider they talked to credited motorcycling as his or her key to longevity and health. Forging ahead, MCN enlisted the help of students of King’s College of London University Hospital to research why those older riders love motorcycling so much. Here’s what they found:

The Brain: Biking is joyous and is therefore is a natural an anti-depressant. The brain responds to the thrilling sensations of balance combined with forward motion by producing endorphins that prevent depression. Since depression leads to illness, biking is an antidote to disease through prevention of melancholia.

The Lungs: Buses, trains and especially airplanes are confining metal tubes in which passengers are forced to breathe virus-saturated second hand air making for an unsafe travel environment. Bikes on the other hand put you in the wind, a known purifier that is conducive to health by sending fresh oxygen throughout the lungs.

The Heart: The next time a self-styled saint tries to get you safely buckled into some overbuilt SUV, ask him what he thinks the effect of traffic jams and road rage have on the heart. Highway-related anxiety causes a release in hormones that actually increase blood pressure, leading to dangerous levels of stress. Gridlock causes tension, but lanesplitting brings on euphoria. Bye by cars, bye by heart disease.

Circulation: The frequent changes in bodily temperature experienced by motorcyclists stimulate blood circulation, which protects against circulatory problems such as varicose veins and hardening of the arteries. Sitting in some cushy “luxury” car all day in rush hour commute is an excellent way to shut down circulation in the extremities, a known cause of blood clots. Remember that ambulances and hearses are also highly-equipped luxury vehicles.

The Back: Yup, the leaning, turning and twisting that a biker does is downright good exercise that keeps the spine limber. Padded car seats on the other hand are terrible for the back.

Burning of Fat: The excitement of the ride, which puts the senses on high alert, actually burns calories. The more extreme the ride, the better the results will be (as long as the motorcyclist rides within his limits!) OK, some riders like me are overweight, but, hey, if it weren’t for my bike, I probably wouldn’t pass the Greyhound bus driver’s minimal fitness exam!

Leg Muscles: The study concluded that jockeying a hefty motorcycle into a narrow parking spot is the equivalent of a five minute work out on a rowing machine. Not satisfied with the results of their research, the intrepid MCN team went on to explore the mammoth British Medical Library. There they discovered a pro-moto university thesis entitled “Motorcycle and Adolescents” by French rider and now psychiatrist JP Rabeau. Regarding young riders, this is how the good doctor of the mind wrapped up his research, “Their bikes’ physical nature is often beneficial, rather than a dangerous expression of an unconscious death wishes in the Freudian sense.”

Remember all those tidbits of wisdom that your mother used to tirelessly nag you with? “Do’s” like “eat your veggies” or “take your vitamins” or “wash your hands”? Now you can confidentially add to Mom’s list when you tell your own kids, “…and DON’T FORGET TO RIDE YOUR MOTORCYCLE AT LEAST ONE HOUR DAILY! IT’S GOOD FOR YOU!”

It is still pretty much winter at the time of this riding, so riding my motorcylce can be somewhat problematic, but believe me, as soon as I can, I am going to get on the that big beauty of mine and get some exercise!

Later!

Monday, February 06, 2006

A day of geeking out.

Greetings one and all. What a good weekend it was. I don't know how many of you are gamers out there, but I got to have a great two days of gaming at the local game convention and I must say, it was worth the time. As many of you might gather from some of my previous blog postings, I am a pretty big gamer. I like gaming of all sorts, strategy board games, card games, party games, role-playing games and video games. I love them all. I have my favorites, but I will play just about anything. And this weekend I got to hang out with a bunch of fellow gamers and a had a great time. But some thought goes into attending this game convention. First off, I try not to look like your "typical" gamer that everyone thinks of. I wear decent clothing that fits and nothing that says, "Look at me! I am a gamer geek!" Everytime I go to something like this, and there is media there, they always seem to pick out the biggest example of geekdom they can find and this dude, or dudette, always solidifies the publics opinion about gamers being greasy, unwashed, girl fearing people. (and believe me, they are there, but they are the exception to the rule) So I figure, that on the off chance someone from the media tries to photograph me or interview me, I at least will make a decent presentation of myself.
Secondly, I try to get into games with people who feel like I do about games. I want people who love games, love to play them, talk about them, and everything else, but I also want people who have a life other than gaming. I was pleasantly surprised to be involved in most of the games I played with people just like that. Heck! We even went to Hooters! Gamers that are not afraid of girls! ( I did actually meet some guys that would not go to Hooters, but would not declare their reasons why. I can only guess) It was a good time. I was discussing my motorcycle, my wife and kids, my other hobbies, and even my job. It was a really good day! I have not had this much fun gaming in a while! (and I know how to have a good time gaming...)
I am planning on taking my son next year, mainly because of the fact that I don't feel uncomfortable taking him to this convention. In the past, I would have felt bad exposing him to some of the people I met, but this year opened my eyes to the fact that there are regular gamers out there that are just like you and me. I think it will be a blast to have him along. I don't know if I will go to Hooters to eat with him, but we will see what a year brings.
Oh... and I was given a link to a cool video that deals with gamers and fear of girls. Check it out.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7521044027821122670
Enjoy! And remember to game on!!!

Later!

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Illinois Governor is an IDIOT!!

Tonight at Governor Rod Blagojevich's State of the State address, he will once again (with the help of Chicago Mayor Richard Daley)try to take guns out of the hand of law abiding citizens all under the pretense of trying to help keep us safe from gun crimes. His aim (and I use that word loosely) is to ban all assault style weapons, 50 caliber rifles and large capacity ammo clips for some guns. Now, according to the wording used by Gov. Idiot, I would be become an immediate felon, because I own a semi-auto gun, which is an ANTIQUE from WWII, I own a 50 caliber rifle, which just happens to be a FLINTLOCK, and have some clips that allow me to load 15 rounds at a time, which in the eyes of some idiots, is alot of bullets! And if you want to get really technical, my 12 guage shotgun is actually bigger than a 50 caliber so it could be considered illegal too! I have never done anything to break the law with my guns, nor has anyone ever been hurt or killed with my guns. The crime that is commited with assualt type guns are perpetrated by those who are not legally allowed to have guns! But instead of targeting the low lifes that get guns illegally, Gov. Idiot and Mayor Ignoramus (who the fuck cares what Chicago thinks...) have decided to make these guns illegal to everyone, regardless of their criminal tendencies.

Even if they manage to re-word the ban to make certain types of guns allowable under the law, I still don't like it. I have always wanted to own a M-16 or AK-47 type gun. I would purchase it using all the legal proceedures, and use it for recreational use only. But I would be told I could not, because some big city idiots who have probably never even seen a gun in person, thinks they know what is right for everyone.

I absolutely dislike the current governor of Illinois, and will vote for anyone else who runs against him in the upcoming election. Illinois needs a governor that is concerned about all of Illinois, not just what is felt, said or thought about, north of Interstate 80.

later.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Goodbye 2005!

Well Folks, for me 2005 is finally over and I could not be happier. 2005 was not a particularly good year, but then again it was not a particularly bad year either. It was just one that I did not like. The entire year, I felt that a Bad Thing was going to happen. Now that the year is over, I guess it never really did. However, it did seem that a number of smaller bad things did happen that maybe all totalled up might make a big Bad Thing.

I lost both of my dogs this past year. I cannot say how much it hurts to lose a pet, especially a dog, since they love so unconditionally and always forgive and forget. 2006 will see our family with a new pet, and it will be good, because our house feels empty. The passing of these guys really taught my kids alot about Life, Love and Loss. It taught me alot too.

Earlier in 2005 I left the helm of the Cub Scout and handed over the reins to others. However, due to what I think are machinations by persons who like to stroke their own egos, the pack that I worked so hard to build up is being torn apart. The personal desires of those who are in any scouting organization should first and foremost be to give the boys a quality program. However, recently, my beloved pack has been beset with power hungry people that only want to make themselves look better and have laurels heaped upon them. As one of my good friends said about being involved in the scouts, "you better leave your egos at the door, or you are in the wrong organization." Hopefully 2006 will be a better year for Pack 35.

The comfy secure feeling that I enjoyed for so many years at my job was threatened in 2005 due to red tape, bureaucracy, and ever rising costs to simply exist. I find that I will be fighting hard for the existence of my job and the serivce it provides. I do have good feelings about it, but I do not like that unsecure feeling that I get when I think of the future. I never really felt that before and I can tell you it is not something that I like very much. 2005 was filled with too much of that feeling and I would like it to disappear in 2006.

2005 was the year that I finally saw my parents as old people. For so very long, I have never been convinced that my parents were getting older. And for good reason too. My parents have always been active hard working people and they proved time and time again that they could do more than some of my friends and neighbors half their age! However, this year I noticed that they have slowed down quite a bit. They require more help. And they have started to look old to me. It saddens me to see them this way but they do keep on keeping on and they let little get in their way. I think 2006 will be no worse or no better for them, and I suppose that is a good thing. I will do everything in my power to keep them independent and happy.

And my country took a beating in 2005. If you paid any attention at all to the media outlets, then you know what I mean. From shortcomings in Iraq to disasters here at home, it seemed that the good ole USA could not catch a break. It made me quite depressed to hear all the bad things either directed at the USA or happening to the USA. Alot of what really bugged me is how people began to pile on when it came to the bad stuff. It seemed that the news organizations were getting paid by the amount of shit they could come up with on the government and country even when most of it amounted to nothing. It was like a great big food fight with everyobody slinging trash everywhere all at the same time as standing in the middle of an earthquake. I truly hope that 2006 is a quiet year for this great nation of ours.

But some good things did happen in 2005! I foudn more free time in 2005! The photography business my wife and I run did very well! I bought a great new motorcycle! I got to play a lot of cool games with my son and friends! I celebrated the 15th year of being married to my best friend. I turned 40 in 2005 and found it to be a pretty good time! Alot of good things happened. But the glitter was dimmed by the over all pall that seemed to present in 2005. It was like living in a world where it was always overcast. It got depressing after a while.

I am looking forward to 2006. It sounds like I really am living in the future when I say 2006! I hope that it is a good year and I hope that it is good for anyone who might be reading this. Happy New Year!

Later!

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

A peice of the Moon?!!?

Today, I read in an AP article that the star's appearing at the American Music Awards will be presented with a basket containing something like 100 free items valued at over $33,000. One of these items is an acre of land on the moon! The moon of all things! Like anyone can own the moon right now! And like anyone can live on it right now! Apparently a company called Lunar Federation is planning a private mission to the moon, allowing it to create a moon government and secure land rights. (or so it claims) And I guess that is alright, although a bit of a shaky peice of ground from which to start a new country.

Anyhow, what really burns my butt is this... why do these movie and music stars get the royal treatment for all this stuff? I mean, what do they really do in life other than act and entertain? Do they save lives? Do they fight fires? Do they really do anything that deserves them having things thrown at them everytime they show their face. (or am I just being jealous?) Most of them couldn't form a thought unless it was written in a script but yet they feel the need to tell us about their thoughts on religion, politics and world issues when we really couldn't care less. Take for example Bruce Springsteen. In the last presidental election he holds a concert to bring people out to vote for John Kerry as opposed to George W. Bush. But a lot of the people who attended couldn't care less about the Boss's presidential choice, they just wanted to hear him play music! Some even brought signs saying "Shut up and Sing!"

I just get so tired of these stars getting the preferred treatment as if they really make a difference in the world. Maybe I am just jaded toward them but the free acre of the moon just burned me up. I can't hardly even afford to buy an acre of land right here on Earth and these dipsticks are getting acres of the moon thrown at them! Give me a break!


later!

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Heros

If you were to ask me who my heros were as a child and even as a young adult, I probably would have immediately rattled off names like Conan the Barbarian, Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock, and Lt. Gen Patton or Field Marshal Rommel. These men, both real and imagined, had a big impact on my younger years. These were the guys that I looked up to, modeled myself after, or were the ones that held the yardstick that I measured what a real hero was. And in many ways, I think these were pretty good heroes.

Conan was certainly the rough and tumble hero. What he couldn't figure out with brains, he did with brawn. He taught me that you do need to fight your way out of a hard spot, not to be a wimp, and more often than not, you had to brush off the softness that civilization settles on you and be the barbarian in order to survive.

Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock are two heros that have been with me since my earliest years. Together they showed me that there are always possibilities and that thinking outside of the box is often the best way to find the solution to a problem. They also showed me that getting along, respect and understanding is often the best way for people to behave with each other.

Patton and Rommel have always been personal heros of mine. Both were their own men. Both were strong men who knew exactly what needed to be done, but were often kept from doing it because of people who, while maybe having superiority over them, really didn't have a clue.

All these guys were role models for me and all had a hand in making me the person I am.

But then I grew up. I got a job. I got married. I aquirred debt. I bought a house. I had kids. I found a new hero.

I realized, about 10 or so years ago, that my dad was also my hero; I just hadn't realized it. My dad had always been there for me. He has taught me more things than any book or teacher ever could. He has shown me that responsibility takes a heroic effort to handle it. My dad never made much money in his career, never was famous, and was never somebody would call a hero in the textbook sense of the word, but he was, and is. He raised a great family, that compared to most families today, would be called perfect. In terms of my siblings, we all get along and enjoy each others company. Our childhoods were filled with fun. We didn't go without. We were not spoiled, but we did get alot of what we wanted. We don't have all the emotional problems you see in many people today. We were taught to fend for ourselves, suck it up, tough it out, and if you need help, just ask. Dad may never have said anything like this, but instead, by example showed those things. My guess is that his dad did the same for him.

My dad did all the things that a dad is supposed to do, and I think he did them very well. Even today, despite health problems, he still tries to be of use to his family. Despite the problems that age has given him, he is still sucking it up, toughing it out, and more often than he used to, asking for help.

I have heard stories from friends about their relationships with their fathers. It is my guess that these people do not look at their fathers as their heros. I thank God that I was born to my father. I thank God for my father, my hero come lately.

Now, why all this laying bare of my feelings of hero worship? Because very recently I received a gift that I always hoped for, but did not really ever expect to get, but always was working for.

My son had an assignment at school to make a poster and report about his hero. He picked me. Whether he picked me as a easy target and subject, or because he really does consider me a hero in some way, I am taking it for all it is worth. I did not show the excitement and glee it caused when he showed me the report, but it made my day. Hell, it made my year! I am still floating on a cloud.

I don't know from day to day if I am being a good role model and father, and I often think about what kind of relationship I will have with him in the future. But for right now, I am going to revel in the fact that he thinks of me as his hero. Even if it is only for a school report.


later!

Friday, October 28, 2005

New vocabulary word..

(This short post refers back to a previous post detailing crop tops and beer bellies)
I heard very recently a new word to describe those people who like to wear low riding jeans or cropped topped shirts, but have too much skin to wear them properly. Well, a new decriptive term for this phenomenon is called "Muffin Tops" which describes the looks of the skin/fat that pops out over the top of the tight low rider jeans or is exposed by the short crop top shirts. I just thought it was funny enough to put here. For what it's worth... not much.

later!

Friday, October 07, 2005

Famous and 40...

Well, here I am, on the cusp of my 40th birthday. It doesn’t feel any different. I don’t know if I was expecting it to but it feels like any other day. And maybe that is a good thing. I supposed that if I wake up tomorrow and find that my back hurts, my hair has fallen out, and I have trouble walking then all those things about 40 being over the hill and it is all a slow slide down are true. But you know what? I don’t believe them. A lot of people have said a number of different things about turning 40. Most of them are making fun of me being “old.” Well, most of those people are jealous because in all reality, even though they are maybe a bit younger than me in age, I am far younger; physically, mentally, and emotionally than they are! (No wonder my wife says she has three kids!) But I have received a number of great comments from some of my friends who have turned 40 or will shortly. One of the best is, “Turning 40 doesn’t mean you are getting older, just getting less stupid.” Another one was “40 is just a number, don’t worry about it.” And my attitude about it is that turning 40 is far better than the alternative of not being able to turn 40! Think about it.

One thing that does bother me is that I am still waiting for someone to discover me and make me famous. Recently, at my office, I aired a program about fame and those who are desperate to be famous. So many want the fame like movie stars want. Others want fame for the riches it can bring. And others want the kind of fame (and I can identify with this desire) that lets you be remembered when you are gone.

How many people really make a mark in their life and are remembered for it? If a person desires the fame of celebrity, that is great, but in reality, how many celebrity stars are really remembered after their passing? Only a few are really remembered. It is my belief that the only people who are really remembered for all time are politicians who really make a difference, like Washington, Lincoln, and Churchill as a few examples. Other people are the inventors and scientists that create or discover something that truly benefits mankind. (Galileo, Newton, Curie) Others are the explorers who go where no man has gone before so that others can follow safely. (Magellan, Columbus, Armstrong) And finally there are the artists who truly create a new standard or level for their art. (Monet, DaVinci, Beethoven, and Elvis) And then there are those remembered for their military prowess. (Alexander, Napoleon, Grant, Patton) These kinds of people are really remembered for their contributions or action on behalf of mankind.

Of course, there are those that are remembered for what they did to mankind. I think we know about them and their deeds are usually on the notorious side of fame. That is certainly not the type of fame I desire.

I would like to be remembered. I don’t think I and going to be discovering anything fantastic soon, or inventing anything extraordinary, and I am now officially too old to serve in the military. So, I guess I should just be happy with the fame I get from being a good person (which I do try to be), a good husband and dad, and from being a good friend. Why should I care if someone I don’t know, knows who I am? As long as those who do know me, think I am a decent person and good guy. Isn’t that enough?

So do I really want to be famous? In all honesty, yeah. Probably. It would be nice… I think. Especially if a bit more money is involved! But in the end, it most likely will not happen, so I think that I should just concentrate on being the same guy I have always been for the last 40 years and try to improve on what I have already accomplished. I have a great family, great home, good job, terrific friends, and I am comfortable. I think that is pretty good. If I can raise happy, healthy, outgoing, friendly, and ethical kids, then maybe they will be famous one day, and I can live vicariously through them. It is enough to hope for.

Enough for now. I am going to stop talking now and enjoy my last of the being in my 30’s!

Tomorrow is another day and I will hit my 40’s just like I did in my 30’s and 20’s. Looking to have a good time, and to keep going forward.

Later!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Movie News!

In a recent Yahoo Entertainment news, it has come to light that Peter Jackson and Fran Walsh, those responsible for the fantastic movie interpretation of the "Lord of the Rings", will be producing the upcoming movie based on the kick ass video game HALO for the XBOX game console.

the link for this news is at: http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051005/film_nm/halo_dc
and at : http://www.gamepro.com/microsoft/xbox360/games/news/48842.shtml

Putting this type of star power and talent will make this a movie that players and non-players of the game will enjoy!

Finally, Spartan 114, aka the Master Cheif, aka John 114 will get his due! (Maybe we will finally see his face...)

And for those of you who have not played this game, or at least tried it, shame on you.

And in other movie news...

Star Trek will not die! The greatest tv series ever still lives on in parody. Apparently, a Finnish amateur movie group has made a parady of Star Trek, called (very unoriginally) Star Wreck. I have not seen it, but it should not be confused with the Clay-mation version that came out a number of years ago.

You can read the story at: http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051005/film_nm/media_internet_starwreck_dc

So, as always! "STAR TREK LIVES!"

Later

Monday, October 03, 2005

Science and Design

Just today I read an artcile in the commentary section of the local paper, talking about the pros and cons of the evolution and intelligent design arguement. I don't know exactly on which side most you fall on the debate, but according to a recent poll, those that belive in creationism, or shall we now use the politically correct term, Intelligent Design, make up about 48% of the population. Those that believe in evolution make up about 26% of the population, and the remainder are those that feel that it must be a mix of both. What makes this really interesting, is that the number of people who feel intelligent design is the way to go, that number has not really gone up or down in percentage in the last 50 or so years, while those holding to the theory of evolution, that number has actually gone down! I don't know exactly what that means, but it does make for an interesting point. As to teaching intelligent design in the public schools, 64% of the population say that it should be, and only 26% think it should not be taught in class. Personally, I don't see why intelligent design should not be taught. Evolution is no more fact than Intelligent Design. It is afterall- the theory of evolution, not the fact of evolution.

Anyway, the real topic of this conversation is that in this commentary, the writer was giving differing veiwpoints of the discussion, both pro and con. One topic that really peaked my interest was that scientist, both pro and con on the subject cannot agree on how life began. How did lifeless molecules become living cells. Never has there been any success in the laboratory to create even the simplest of life forms. However, a Robert Hazen, believes that in about 10 to 20 years a scientist will succeed in creating life in the lab, thereby proving life can be made without divine intervention.

"Without divine intervention." Interesting statement. Okay, so let's say this happens in 10 years. Life is created in the lab. Great! Amazing! Tremendous! What does it prove? Will it prove that life can be made without the help of a divine influence? Maybe. Will it prove that man can create life? No, that has already been proven everytime a baby is born. But will it prove that man can create life from nothing? Probably. So that being said, it also proves that the nothing must be manipulated in the correct manner, with the correct ingredients, with the correct care and maintenance in order to go from nothing to something. That sounds alot like someone with some intelligence is designing the formula for life. Hmm... that sounds like intelligent design. Maybe what it will prove is simply that man can recreate what some other intelligence has already created. Would not man, seem to be, from that tiny speck of life's point of view, a Supreme Being? Man will be playing God. I do not doubt that all this experiment will prove is that it will spark a new debate, a new controversy, and a new discussion on whether or not Man is now God.

As for me, I know that men (and I mean Mankind) are animals. I just don't know if we came from animals.

Later!

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Pet Peeves

I have been bothered recently by things that are pet peeves of mine. Everyone has these little absurd quirks that bug them for some reason, or at least no good reason, but when the peeve nerve is hit, it really can make you mad, frustrated, or just irritated to the point of screaming. I probably have more than my share of pet peeves, so I thought I would list a my biggest ones so that you can all know what peeves me off, in order to avoid that particular action or to just make my life more difficult.


  • Following behind people in cars: It is not that I mind following people, I just hate having my driving dictated by the person in front of me.
  • Weather Forecasters: How is it that they can be so wrong so much of the time, but still keep their jobs?
  • People who make noises while eating: It can be the loud chomping of the food, or little noises in their throats, but if you make a noise, other than the usual chewing noise, you better leave my table! (I try to make it a habit to not actually watch people eat if I can help it, but that is often times very hard)
  • The response of "I don't care.": If you respond with this statement after being asked what you want to do, or where or what you would like to eat, or anything else, then you have given up all rights to have a say in what is going to happen, be eaten, or destination traveled to. Because you "don't care."
  • People who talk to much: I don't come by these people too often, usually because I try and stay away from them. Often times they are the same people who don't let you get an word in edge wise.
  • People who don't plan ahead: Carry a date book around. Make plans! Be Prepared! I know what I am doing almost a year in advance! Plan for the future! Be ready to handle the unexpected. There is a limit to one's preparedness, but a little goes along way!
  • The inability to say YES or NO: When I (or anyone) asks for a committment to something, either say yes or no, or at least give me a promise to get back to me with an answer... not the answer "I don't know." This peeve and the one above go almost hand in hand.
  • Lazy People: People who are just too lazy to do for themselves, or help themselves, or just don't want to help others. These people really hit my Peeve Nerve.

I have a few more pet peeves, but for the most part, these are the biggies. So there you go. Now that you know them, maybe you can avoid them!

Later!