With Fred Thompson's unfortunate withdrawal yesterday my endorsement, coveted by all who aspire to the oval office, is once again up for grabs. The Ron Paul camp, desperate for new momentum, was the first to contact me after the news that Thompson would no longer be in the running, but Ron Paul's slavish adherence to libertarian principles coupled with a truly disastrous foreign policy disqualified him from any serious consideration.
I throw my enthusiastic support behind fellow New Englander, Mitt Romney.
I am once again a Romney Man!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
During an image search for Rutland, Vermont I came across the following image and its accompanying story. Stories like this make my heart ache. It is so spritiually dark there. How can it be that the spiritual vacuum that is Vermont is not sucking in more salt and light?
Put me in coach. I'm ready to play.
Pardon the expletives. The storyteller's words- not mine.
"This friday i was sitting on a park bench in the middle of downtown Rutland Vermont, waiting for Trin to pick me up after work for our drive down to Massachusetts.
i was sitting there, staring at the large clock across the street and listening to "The Charm of the Highway Strip".
a muscular young man in a backturned red cap and black tanktop stepped in front of me.
"you work for the railroad?" he was smirking, pupils dilated.
i shook my head 'no', assuming he was referring to my hat.
he snickered, "because i need to buy some train tickets .. "
an awkward silence.
"are you a priest?"
another no. my black suit and white collar, i guessed.
"do you want to be? because we can go down to the river and baptize you."
i shot him a disturbed glare to match his smirk, wordlessly asking something along the lines of 'are you really this bored'?
turning to walk away, he started yelling "i don't believe in GOD! fuck god! HAhaHA!"
i put my earphones back in as he scampered off, drowning out his nattering.
a moment later i heard the scattering sound of a rock skipping off the concrete in front of me.
"FAGGOT!"
i pulled out the earphones and stared over at him.
"FAG!"
another rock, this one flying past my back and hitting the park's flag pole to a loud, ironic, reverberating "gong". the american flag slumped, windless.
'this is too fucking much', i thought to myself.
i continued to look over at him incredulously. he missed with three or four more stones, then retreated over to his little brother and two cigarette smoking girls about his age.
he made one last, loud turn, arms raised "You want my number, fag!?" and laughed.
he travelled with his friends toward the nearby parking lot, then backtracked to the park and started kicking up more rocks from underneath the trees.
at this point i began to question whether or not i should leave. it was clear he couldn't throw, was probably intoxicated and was unlikely to hit me from his chosen distance. the hell if i was going to give him the satisfaction of scaring me off without hitting me first.
so i stayed.
he crept closer, missing with another four rocks through the trees and then scampered off to the parking lot yelling "Go back to New Jersey, You Faggot!"
So, Rutland Vermont .. you of the conspicuously progressive Op Ed on states' rights and gay marriage i'd read earlier in the day .. perhaps you could deal with the "Act of Disrespect" happening in the middle of your town square, onlookers either staring dumbly or going about their business while chumps yell "FAGGOT" at the top of their lungs for every passerby to hear.
.. because i'm frankly disgusted that something so juvenile and bigoted could happen in the middle of your downtown, and to the collective shrug of so many onlookers."
Put me in coach. I'm ready to play.
Pardon the expletives. The storyteller's words- not mine.
"This friday i was sitting on a park bench in the middle of downtown Rutland Vermont, waiting for Trin to pick me up after work for our drive down to Massachusetts.
i was sitting there, staring at the large clock across the street and listening to "The Charm of the Highway Strip".
a muscular young man in a backturned red cap and black tanktop stepped in front of me.
"you work for the railroad?" he was smirking, pupils dilated.
i shook my head 'no', assuming he was referring to my hat.
he snickered, "because i need to buy some train tickets .. "
an awkward silence.
"are you a priest?"
another no. my black suit and white collar, i guessed.
"do you want to be? because we can go down to the river and baptize you."
i shot him a disturbed glare to match his smirk, wordlessly asking something along the lines of 'are you really this bored'?
turning to walk away, he started yelling "i don't believe in GOD! fuck god! HAhaHA!"
i put my earphones back in as he scampered off, drowning out his nattering.
a moment later i heard the scattering sound of a rock skipping off the concrete in front of me.
"FAGGOT!"
i pulled out the earphones and stared over at him.
"FAG!"
another rock, this one flying past my back and hitting the park's flag pole to a loud, ironic, reverberating "gong". the american flag slumped, windless.
'this is too fucking much', i thought to myself.
i continued to look over at him incredulously. he missed with three or four more stones, then retreated over to his little brother and two cigarette smoking girls about his age.
he made one last, loud turn, arms raised "You want my number, fag!?" and laughed.
he travelled with his friends toward the nearby parking lot, then backtracked to the park and started kicking up more rocks from underneath the trees.
at this point i began to question whether or not i should leave. it was clear he couldn't throw, was probably intoxicated and was unlikely to hit me from his chosen distance. the hell if i was going to give him the satisfaction of scaring me off without hitting me first.
so i stayed.
he crept closer, missing with another four rocks through the trees and then scampered off to the parking lot yelling "Go back to New Jersey, You Faggot!"
So, Rutland Vermont .. you of the conspicuously progressive Op Ed on states' rights and gay marriage i'd read earlier in the day .. perhaps you could deal with the "Act of Disrespect" happening in the middle of your town square, onlookers either staring dumbly or going about their business while chumps yell "FAGGOT" at the top of their lungs for every passerby to hear.
.. because i'm frankly disgusted that something so juvenile and bigoted could happen in the middle of your downtown, and to the collective shrug of so many onlookers."
CAPTAIN'S LOG STAR DATE 1/19/2008
Worked from 7:30 until 6:30 with an additional half hour from 10:00-10:30 pm. Sarah left for the beach today and took all three kids with her. We had three groups in at the camp today for a total of between 150-200 campers. Keith was gone at a commission meeting in Fallbrook so I was lucky that no hairy maintenance issues arose. They kept me busy though, which I like. I find myself almost always enjoying a busy day more than a lazy one. It feels good. I had trouble going to sleep. I always seem to have trouble sleeping when Sarah and the kids are away.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
JOURNAL 1/18/2008
Everybody was feeling better today. Worked from 9:00 until 6:00 pm. We had another bobcat sighting today, but no new pictures. We had Lisa over for dinner. Sarah and I played the Catan card game before bed.
Friday, January 18, 2008
JOURNAL 1/17/2008
Bowden woke up in the night feeling nauseous. Threw Up once after midnight and fell asleep on the floor next to our bed on a makeshift bed Sarah had improvised for him. Amazingly he slept the rest of the night and woke up feeling much better. Out the door at 5:30 for my Thursday morning men's bible study. Returned home at 7:30. Our hopes that the illness from the previous night would not spread were dashed as Lucy began complaining about stomach problems and then proceeded to throw up for the rest of the day. My little goose was so pathetic looking. I hate feeling that helpless. Sarah was left exhausted by the day's end. I felt awful for her. We raised the black flag of pestilence over our home and moved our Thursday night junior-high small group to the A-frame. I finally crooned Bowden and Lucy to sleep around 8:30 and then we had about an hour without the kids before I turned in myself. Amazingly Sarah stayed up for a while cleaning and enjoying time without kids. I think sarah is just amazing sometimes- it's like she has a bigger engine than mine. Thus concluded our marathon Thursday.
THAT'S RIGHT!
Last summer I posted THE TOP THREE COMEDIANS OF ALL TIME.
For my birthday Lisa Richard got me a book written by Bob Newhart about his life and career (I Shouldn't Even Be Doing This!). I was reading it recently, and the following passage caught my eye:
"That was the first inkling I had that maybe I could make it as a comedic storyteller.
But it wasn’t all positive reinforcement. Early in my career, I saw Jonathan Winters perform in a comedy club in Chicago. He was hilarious. Each joke was funnier than the one before it. I was totally discouraged. I thought to myself, why bother? There’s no way you can be as funny as Jonathan Winters.
I gathered my wits and decided that being No. 2 wouldn’t be so bad.
The greatest comedian I’ve ever seen is Jack Benny."
How about that?!?! THE TOP THREE COMEDIANS OF ALL TIME!!!
For my birthday Lisa Richard got me a book written by Bob Newhart about his life and career (I Shouldn't Even Be Doing This!). I was reading it recently, and the following passage caught my eye:
"That was the first inkling I had that maybe I could make it as a comedic storyteller.
But it wasn’t all positive reinforcement. Early in my career, I saw Jonathan Winters perform in a comedy club in Chicago. He was hilarious. Each joke was funnier than the one before it. I was totally discouraged. I thought to myself, why bother? There’s no way you can be as funny as Jonathan Winters.
I gathered my wits and decided that being No. 2 wouldn’t be so bad.
The greatest comedian I’ve ever seen is Jack Benny."
How about that?!?! THE TOP THREE COMEDIANS OF ALL TIME!!!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
JOURNAL 1/16/2008
Worked from 8:30 until 4:30 pm. Saw a bobcat as i was walking home from the office. Sarah went to Hemet for groceries and such. Lisa went with her. Bible study at night. Watched TV before bed.
BOBCAT SIGHTING
I saw a bobcat yesterday. If the existence of bobcats was in doubt I suspect that these grainy images would not settle the debate (I commiserate with all of you cryptozoologists and bigfoot enthusiasts). It was not as afraid of me as it should have been. It just sort of hung out under that pile of logs staring wide-eyed at me for five minutes or so before disappearing into the woods behind the A-Frame.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
JOURNAL 1/15/2008
Worked from 8:30 until 4:30. Got a birthday package in the mail from my folks. Spoke with Mom and dad in the afternoon. The Whites came over for dinner. I have been feeling crummy, but I think I turned a corner today and am getting better now.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
JOURNAL 1/14/2008
Day off. Went to the desert, and spent the whole day down there. The weather was beautiful down there- 73 degrees and sunny. I bought myself a new Bible with a gift card my Mother-In-Law had given me for my birthday. It was nice to get off the hill for a while.
JOURNAL 1/13/2008
Went to church in the morning. Went for a bike ride in the afternoon. Lisa had us over to her place for dinner.
JOURNAL 1/12/2008
I enjoyed my first full day as a thirty year old. Worked from 8 until 4:30 pm. Watched football in the afternoon. Hung out with the crew in the afternoon before falling asleep.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
CENTURION
Using some money I received from my birthday, I took my ten-speed into the local bike shop to have some work done on it. The gears weren't shifting, the rear tire rubbed every so often, and it just needed a few other things like air in the tires and oil on the chain. So for ten dollars the Centurion is back in tip-top shape, and I plan on bicycling my way back into tip-top shape myself. I used to be a very avid runner, but I am prone to shin splints, and running would require a costly investment in a new pair of good running shoes. Bicycling strikes me as more fun. We'll see if my resolve is equal to my ambition. C'mon centurion... lets make it happen.
JOURNAL 1/11/2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Received many calls from well wishers throughout the day. Worked from 8:00 until around 12:00. I only worked a half day in honor of my birthday. Sarah arrived back home from the valley shortly after lunch, and brought birthday greetings from my Mother-In-Law as well as from Umpa and Grandma Fusano. I got a letter in the mail from my Dad, which I read before going over to Gary's Deli for lunch. I got some much needed clothes as well as a big stack of Bible commentaries for my birthday. Exciting stuff! My Mother-In-Law also gave me a gift certificate to a Christian store to get myself a new Bible. I lost my Bible this past summer when I accidentally left it on top of my van after church. It was a very thoughtful gift. In the evening Lisa watched the kids, while Sarah and I went out for dinner at Cafe Aroma. What a great birthday!!!
Received many calls from well wishers throughout the day. Worked from 8:00 until around 12:00. I only worked a half day in honor of my birthday. Sarah arrived back home from the valley shortly after lunch, and brought birthday greetings from my Mother-In-Law as well as from Umpa and Grandma Fusano. I got a letter in the mail from my Dad, which I read before going over to Gary's Deli for lunch. I got some much needed clothes as well as a big stack of Bible commentaries for my birthday. Exciting stuff! My Mother-In-Law also gave me a gift certificate to a Christian store to get myself a new Bible. I lost my Bible this past summer when I accidentally left it on top of my van after church. It was a very thoughtful gift. In the evening Lisa watched the kids, while Sarah and I went out for dinner at Cafe Aroma. What a great birthday!!!
Friday, January 11, 2008
JOURNAL 1/10/2008
Worked from 9:00 until 6:30 pm. Sarah left for the valley to see Rosie, Justin and Selah before they fly back east tomorrow. Over the lunch break I took my bicycle in for some work at Bud Hunt's bicycle repair shop. I hope to bicycle my way back into shape in 2008. Met Dave and Lillian Lay who were in California for a math conference in San Diego. It was nice to meet old friends of my parents, and hear news about my old friend, and their nephew, Tim Lay. Cancelled my junior High Small group due to the fact that Sarah was away and I'm feeling a little ill. Went for a walk through town before bed. Had trouble sleeping which I attribute to a lack of Sarah and kids. I just doesn't seem right going to sleep in an empty house any more.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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