kicks ass!
Amber has a lead role in Comedy of Errors - by William Shakespeare (that's right, Shakespeare) - and she was amazingly good. Like, one of three people in the entire play that was not speed-saying her lines, but actually acting with facial expressions and gestures and everything.
Even though most of the kids bit, I'm still processing that a seventh grade class was able to work up a full Shakespeare play and put it on so that a decent portion of the plot was intelligible. I don't really remember seventh grade (good times, good times), but I dare say that we weren't putting on Shakespeare.
Post-play I suggested that she thinking about acting, she was so good. She replied that she didn't think so, as acting seemed like a lot of work.
Always my daughter, that Amber.
Showing posts with label good times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good times. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Success!
The revolution having been achieved, this blog will no longer be necessary.
Fortunately, I have found a new passion...organizing grievances.
You can join me in this endeavor at organizinggrievances.blogspot.com where I will be writing largely the same stuff, maybe with a little less of my random posts about whatever Simpsons episode I am watching.
The fantastic news is that I am writing with a whole crew of people who are passionate about politics, pop culture, unions, academia and making this world better. We are writing more frequently, so the OG will be a place you can visit and know something new and interesting will be up. We hope this way we can draw more people into the discussion (people like you!). Then the ads will start, we'll become wealthy, and the blog will become increasingly "centrist," until, at long last, we'll all be agreeing that only a maverick like McCain can solve our problems.
For reasons very personal, this song is always associated with death for me. Well, of course, it means death for everyone, because, you know, that's what the song is about, but...well, just freakin' watch it and remember the good times.
Fortunately, I have found a new passion...organizing grievances.
You can join me in this endeavor at organizinggrievances.blogspot.com where I will be writing largely the same stuff, maybe with a little less of my random posts about whatever Simpsons episode I am watching.
The fantastic news is that I am writing with a whole crew of people who are passionate about politics, pop culture, unions, academia and making this world better. We are writing more frequently, so the OG will be a place you can visit and know something new and interesting will be up. We hope this way we can draw more people into the discussion (people like you!). Then the ads will start, we'll become wealthy, and the blog will become increasingly "centrist," until, at long last, we'll all be agreeing that only a maverick like McCain can solve our problems.
For reasons very personal, this song is always associated with death for me. Well, of course, it means death for everyone, because, you know, that's what the song is about, but...well, just freakin' watch it and remember the good times.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Day 100
22 pounds lost. I weighed in this morning at 203.
I have been on a diet for 100 days and it has been awesome! I am not following any kind of proscribed diet, just my own less fat, less sugar, a lot less calories, absolutely no treats diet.
My lunches have mostly consisted of a six-inch turkey sub on wheat, no cheese, no mayo, no oil and vinegar. A bag of Lays Baked Cheese and Sour Cream Ruffles.
I've been trying to walk for at least half-an-hour every day, but that's been admittedly spotty.
Dinners have been light. A lot of salads with green taco sauce for dressing. A ton of fish. If I had to have red meat, then 4% ground beef. Chicken of course, but not as much as I might have expected.
Snacks made up of either baked chips of some sort or fruit. I have lately been into pears with warm honey for dipping.
I "cheated" on the diet when I was in Hawaii and on Thanksgiving. Those were planned. Last week I had pizza when I watched a boxing match up with Bob. Other than that, nothing. Not one piece of chocolate. No burgers, no fries. Nothing fried for that matter. No nachos or corn chips.
I weighed myself every morning and several times throughout the evening and night. It has been a bit of an obsession. I kind of know exactly how much my cloths weigh. I mean, I know that I will be one pound heavier if I am wearing my flannel boxers, as opposed to my cottons. Unfortunately, we have perhaps the least consistent scale in the history of scales. Two pound fluctuations between weigh-ins, even those two hours apart, are not uncommon. Only the morning weigh-ins "officially" count.
It's over as of this afternoon. Fifty days off the diet...mostly just allowing myself the occasional dinner out with the wife, maybe a Sunday night pizza. Otherwise, still going with the baked snacks. I can't imagine consuming much chocolate, ice cream, or any desserts. The reward is just not enough to justify the penalty. Then 50 days back on. And so on. The goal is to be at 185 by next Christmas.
Thanks for those who have put up with way too much information about my diet. Sorry to those that had to listen to me complain about the fact that they did not provide diet-appropriate foods. Thanks especially to those that have bolstered the effort by praising my appearance; it really helped, even if I am still a fatty.
I have been on a diet for 100 days and it has been awesome! I am not following any kind of proscribed diet, just my own less fat, less sugar, a lot less calories, absolutely no treats diet.
My lunches have mostly consisted of a six-inch turkey sub on wheat, no cheese, no mayo, no oil and vinegar. A bag of Lays Baked Cheese and Sour Cream Ruffles.
I've been trying to walk for at least half-an-hour every day, but that's been admittedly spotty.
Dinners have been light. A lot of salads with green taco sauce for dressing. A ton of fish. If I had to have red meat, then 4% ground beef. Chicken of course, but not as much as I might have expected.
Snacks made up of either baked chips of some sort or fruit. I have lately been into pears with warm honey for dipping.
I "cheated" on the diet when I was in Hawaii and on Thanksgiving. Those were planned. Last week I had pizza when I watched a boxing match up with Bob. Other than that, nothing. Not one piece of chocolate. No burgers, no fries. Nothing fried for that matter. No nachos or corn chips.
I weighed myself every morning and several times throughout the evening and night. It has been a bit of an obsession. I kind of know exactly how much my cloths weigh. I mean, I know that I will be one pound heavier if I am wearing my flannel boxers, as opposed to my cottons. Unfortunately, we have perhaps the least consistent scale in the history of scales. Two pound fluctuations between weigh-ins, even those two hours apart, are not uncommon. Only the morning weigh-ins "officially" count.
It's over as of this afternoon. Fifty days off the diet...mostly just allowing myself the occasional dinner out with the wife, maybe a Sunday night pizza. Otherwise, still going with the baked snacks. I can't imagine consuming much chocolate, ice cream, or any desserts. The reward is just not enough to justify the penalty. Then 50 days back on. And so on. The goal is to be at 185 by next Christmas.
Thanks for those who have put up with way too much information about my diet. Sorry to those that had to listen to me complain about the fact that they did not provide diet-appropriate foods. Thanks especially to those that have bolstered the effort by praising my appearance; it really helped, even if I am still a fatty.
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Monday, August 6, 2007
Weekend
I spent the weekend at the Oregon AFL-CIO Summer School. I learned many, many new and interesting things. My stories are much better shared with you in person than online, so ask uncle Dave to tell you them sometime, but I did want to relay a few things.
Tom "Kicking Ass for the Working Class" Chamberlain was on fire. My notes reflect that at one point I thought he was either channeling Will Ferrel or was as high as a kite. Those that remember the very stiff TC would not have recognized the jokester I saw. The part where TC explained that the bosses were trying to use gender, race, and ethnicity to divide the workers was priceless. Just as I was thinking that he was telling us these things like he just found out about this, he said "There have been lots of books written about this." Tom recommend this.
At one point in my workshop on Immigration Laws and the Mobile Workplace, one attendee suggested that if you want to talk about crime we should talk about Enron and corporate crime. She went on to assert that no illegal immigrant had ever committed a crime as large as Enron. She was immediately challenged with something like this, "Well, the illegal immigrants that committed 9-11, that was worse." Which is an interesting way to think about it.
A discussion about "Big Labor" led to this a discussion about who, exactly was Big Labor. Hoffa was thought of immediately, although it was asserted that he was a UAW guy. An organizer from SEIU told us that whenever someone brings up "Big Labor" she just tells them that it's not that way anymore. For instance, her union president is democratically elected. Chosen by the workers themselves.
Tom "Kicking Ass for the Working Class" Chamberlain was on fire. My notes reflect that at one point I thought he was either channeling Will Ferrel or was as high as a kite. Those that remember the very stiff TC would not have recognized the jokester I saw. The part where TC explained that the bosses were trying to use gender, race, and ethnicity to divide the workers was priceless. Just as I was thinking that he was telling us these things like he just found out about this, he said "There have been lots of books written about this." Tom recommend this.
At one point in my workshop on Immigration Laws and the Mobile Workplace, one attendee suggested that if you want to talk about crime we should talk about Enron and corporate crime. She went on to assert that no illegal immigrant had ever committed a crime as large as Enron. She was immediately challenged with something like this, "Well, the illegal immigrants that committed 9-11, that was worse." Which is an interesting way to think about it.
A discussion about "Big Labor" led to this a discussion about who, exactly was Big Labor. Hoffa was thought of immediately, although it was asserted that he was a UAW guy. An organizer from SEIU told us that whenever someone brings up "Big Labor" she just tells them that it's not that way anymore. For instance, her union president is democratically elected. Chosen by the workers themselves.
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