International Rescue

The cousin/roommate and I rented "Not Only, But Also" from Netflix and have been watching this over and over for the past 4 days. I pee my pants every time.

God is Great, God is Good

Now we thank Him for Peter Windsor:

Windsor: USF1 about taking America to F1.
Tue 24 Feb, 02:09 PM

Peter Windsor, co-principal of the nascent USF1 operation that has been making headlines of late, insists that Formula One needs to return to the United States, and that his team can help the process.

Speaking to Crash.net, the former Williams team manager admitted that the sport was lacking a vital component having lost both the US and Canadian grands prix in recent years, and insisted that there was a large fanbase that would welcome it back should the situation be reversed in coming seasons.

"I think F1 needs the USA, because it's a huge market for every company that's in F1 - it's the world's biggest market, and still the world's most powerful economy," he pointed out, "As for a US Grand Prix, I think that there will be one in the future, and maybe we will play a small part in regenerating some of that interest in getting a race going here.

"But, ultimately, our mantra is not to try and convert America to F1 - we're trying to take America to F1, rather than take F1 to the United States. We're not trying to convert NASCAR fans to F1, and we never will because it's much too big, but I think that there are a lot of F1 fans in the United States and they will really get behind this team.

"The interest we've had since the news on this has leaked out - and not by us, I have to say - has been absolutely fantastic. We have been inundated with support, goodwill, people applying for jobs... We've had a million hits on a dormant website that doesn't have anything more than a logo on it, that's a million hits in three days, and it just shows how much interest there is in having an American F1 team."

Okay, so I haven't applied for a job YET, but this is totally amazing! Peter Windsor is my interview hero ("Alonso, it looked like you deliberately held Hamilton up in the pits. Tell us what happened.") and I would intern, make coffee, type travel itineraries, whatever he wanted just to be part of this. This is bigger even (yes, sorry) than the presidential campaign.

Yep, I said it.

Who says yoga isn't educational?

What I learned today:

1. canary yellow tights and blue running shorts don't look good together
2. there is a right way and a wrong way to wear leg warmers (and I mean there's a top and a bottom -- all other rights/wrongs are, I would hope, obvious)
3. if you're a boy you can yoga in your boxer shorts and no one notices until you put on your pants
4. it's poor yoga etiquette to laugh when the guy next to you farts while "going up the wall", but holding it in creates a domino effect

Dude! I saw a Super Le Tour 12.2 today. I curse those effers who stole our camera. I am in love, love, love. (sorry Peugeot.)

The Neffring Gets Some Payback

In honor of our getting Enter the Dragon on BluRay, here is a classic scene from that talented and versatile actor, John Saxon. One day the The Six Million Dollar Man will be on dvd and our collection will be complete. Oh wait, we still need Battle Beyond the Stars.

Is that neffring wearing Nikes?

Economics Schmeconomics

I feel like these past 2 weeks have been nonstop running around and all just inside my head. I've got library books, but I really don't remember when they were checked out and I don't think I've even read any of them yet. Maybe I have ... that one there looks familiar. I swear that every day is Monday to me. I don't know why, but we'll be at the market or I'll be sitting in the Documentary Film class and I'll suddenly freak out and think "I forgot to put the trash out!" and it's, like, Wednesday or something. Veda's cat igloo is always full of treasures, which she used to be proud of and offended when they were removed. Now she's always in my dish to clean it, mwaowing on my chest in the middle of the night.

But I'm keepin' up on Facebook though, huh? Yeah. That fecking thing is like a Christmas toy. The kids are done playing with it and now the adults have taken it over and one day we'll break it and have to hide it under the family room couch. I honestly, honestly, have no idea what to do with the drink requests. I click on it and some box pops up and asks me do I want to run some chingadera and I don't want to run a bunch of random crap on my emachine so I just let the requests build up and sit there.

So I guess it's more like grandma's taken it over and she can't drive stick.

But the term is closing soon and I won't have to figure out the marginal propensity to consume anymore and I can get on with real work, like taking that Samurai in Film class.

And I have to call Kelly back -- I was moving a friend Saturday and today I'm at school and I haven't reloaded the cell phone because I keep forgetting my pin number which is somewhere at home under those library books.

fahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I'm sitting in the student union listening to girls talk about "Friends" the same way we used to talk about "The Brady Bunch" and it's made another gray hair come out of my head.

She's Just Not That Into It

So, yeah ... not much going on, but compelled to blog anyway. Why? Why?

I can't get my head around this paper for the documentary class. Maybe because I'm trying to write poetry at the same time (it's got to be funny --- no, wait, maudlin --- no, wait, everyone writes maudlin poetry -- oh, God! What do I do?) and come up with an argument in favor of online libel law.

The cousin/roommate is having cereal for dinner because I can't even scrape it together enough to make mac and cheese. Here is where I'm thankful for not having children, by the way. Not that I'm not generally thankful for it, especially when I want to go to bed early or when I want to swear at drivers on the road (not that having kids ever stopped my mom), but now I'm especially thankful because I'm just not into the whole dinner-makin' thing. I don't know how people have kids, but then I'm not sure how anyone goes to college right after high school and actually learn anything. In between the drinking and the pot smoking how the hell do they do it?

Man I miss drinking and pot smoking...

That said another week is starting and it's tipping into the second half of the term, so it's almost over. I can almost watch movies again -- provided they get returned at some point from the Eugene PD.

That is all. (Is the cousin/roommate watching Gallipoli? I love that movie... just the thing to make me feel better)

This Just In!

This is included in an email sent to every student in the documentary film class:

I don't see a board up this week. Is there any papers due.
Thanks for your time, I appreciate it.

God bless the education system.

poetry corner

I'm sitting.
I'm sitting outside
In the sun
It's 50, but
not very cold
now.
I'm graduating.
I'm graduating in June
and I can sleep tonight
Except
I have to take Macroeconomics.
I have to take Macroeconomics GRADED.
I'm sitting
outside
in the sun.

(Just overheard here in the amphitheatre: "Michael Phelps Takes Bong Hit for Jesus" -- I love college.)

The sun came out. I rode the bike (soooooooo sore). Sat outside.

Over it.

Senioritis claims another victim

I can't scrape it together this term. Maybe because it's cold. Maybe because it's another crack at Economics. Maybe it's the poetry class ("use at least one metaphor and one simile and no rhyming!"). I don't know. Alls I knows is I want out of the place. I want done. I want to starting paying it off and move on with my life.

The kids irritate me. The professors irritate me (okay, it's only one of them irritates me right now, but still). I can't hang around there anymore without going mad.

Speaking of, watched part of the first season of Mad Men this weekend -- not much help when you've got a paper proposal due, but you've got to take breaks, right? I like it, but I'm not sure I love it yet. But, there you are, I'm completely drained of giving a .... anymore.

I think I have SAD. I wonder if I can get a grant because of it...