Scott Adams of Dilbert fame has recently published a book called, How to Fail at Almost Everything and Still Win Big: Kind of the Story of My Life
Wow, I am so messed up. Oh and you are you.
BTW, I wasn’t a huge fan of this book. I think it is neither terribly funny, interesting or insightful. However, it did have it’s rare moments.
Lou was one of the Original Wrappers…
Wow. I guess everyone in the 80′s had to give rapping a shot. Not something Lou is know for, but still funny, sad and interesting. And what’s an 80′s music video without roller skaters?
BTW, Lou Reed considered himself the inventor of Punk Rock music.
R.I.P.
I find this disturbing for all the wrong reasons.
Can we just stop with the nazi tactics already?
Second hand smoke is nothing but a myth. But now we need to be concerned what are neighbors are up to?
What? This sounds harmless to you? Smoking is bad, right? So does that mean people shouldn’t even be aloud to do it in their own homes? Ok, fine.
What’s next? I’ll tell you what’s next.
It’s something you do.
This sportscaster made 41 Seinfeld references within his sportscast.
Get out!
I am enjoying giving my oldest son, who is a Freshman in college, unsolicited help with his Comp 1 assignments.
Although, I’m not sure why he asks his mother to help when I am blogging my butt off everyday. Heck, I could teach that dang class.
Anyways, I found his second assignment interesting.
Construct an essay that explores a defining experience in your education.
By the end of the essay, try to realte your experiences to a larger topic that applies to many people or by trying to tell the lesson you learned in this experience and how it affacted the rest of your education.
I believe pretty much anyone can write. Most can even write well if they write what they know. My interest in this assignment is that they are teaching students to do the easy writing – that is simply describing an experience. And in addition, connect that experience to a broad worldview. So that now makes it a little more difficult to chose an experience. The student must select a topic with some thought. Then they must think to extract a life lesson from it and make it a teaching moment to the reader.
Now that’s writing. It’s the layering of a vivid story with a thought provoking take away. It’s two stories in one.
Oh yeah, he asked his Mother for help because she has been his teacher for 13 years.
Burning Man is an event held in the Northern Nevada desert. It is touted as an art event where attendees decide it’s real meaning and why they are there. And to end the week long drunken orgy, if that’s what you decide it is, they burn a wooden man in effigy. I could go on about the, pagan, humanistic, hedonistic, self-invloved, loving, individualistic festival, but let’s just not go there and enjoy a very cool drone video of the week-long event by day…
Here’s a new fun game I just made up.
What’s your earliest family car you remember?
For some reason, parents back then liked to take family drives. I spent a lot of time in the back seat of a 1974 Blue Grand Torino with my evil sister. Clint Eastwood was nowhere to be found.
Good times.
Two boys, one a freshman in high school and the other a 7th grader started their Cross Country seasons today. Early this morning (yes, I had to get up way early on a Saturday) I went one direction with the youngest, my wife drove off in the other with our high schooler.
It was an exciting time. Texting, stop-watch timing, screaming, running from one point on the course to the other, we cheered our boys on from different points in the county.
My wife tells me she had a blast. Excited for the opportunity for her boys. Watching our high schooler was like riding a roller coaster. She was entertained and thrilled by the level of competition and race drama. She left amazed at the performance of her son. She says to him, “Wow! That was really fun to watch! I am so proud that you did your best!”
Me? I made it. Dripping in sweat, nerves shattered, heart pounding, shoes covered in burnt, brown Kansas prairie grass. I made it. Glad it’s over. I internalized all the things we may have done differently, thinking about how to improve next time. I could have encouraged him more to run in the off season. Should I lean on him a little more next time? What should we do in the off season? He started a little too slow. Maybe that’s a good thing. He didn’t kick much at the end. Is that bad? I Pace with my head down, then up and finally finding my wispy thin progeny in the blanket of multi colored short shorts and tank tops. “Hey buddy! That was really fun to watch! I am so proud that you did your best!”
I’m glad the other three had a fun time today.
I’m ready for some football!
From my house I can hear the stadium sounds and can see the Friday night lights. Gotta love September.
I road my sweet new vintage bike up to the stadium for this pic.
If we don’t win it’s a shame.
I could almost cry.
Today I closed the deal on my first two pre-war, skip-toothed bikes.
Here they are all tucked in for the night in their new home… My garage.
These are the same two honeys I mentioned here. I answered their call.
The blue one happens to be a Hiawatha, the same brand as that original bike that broke my heart and went to be with another.
Now the fun begins. Restoration.