Tuesday, August 19, 2008
He's commenting on my post at Beliefnet, 5 Things I Hate About The Jonas Brothers. I don't really hate the Jonas Brothers, just the commercial empire.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Yesterday, instead of working, I went to Walmart, stopped to see my mom, got groceries. Did a little work but not nearly as much as I should have. On a Saturday, no less.
The goal today was to transcribe an interview with Collin Raye, but when I woke up I was having muscle spasms in my back and it was too painful to sit. So I took a muscle relaxer and some advil and curled up on the couch to read for a bit.
I feel better, but ... I don't want to work. I need a break. Even when I'm not working I'm thinking about work. The problem is that because I'm freelance I don't even get to see the fruit of my labors for months and months when I finally get paid. So I'm taking another day off.
The guilt might be worse than the work ...
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I doubt he was spewing hyperbole. The Chinese coaches had to sign contracts promising that none of their athletes would get hurt before the games. The team had been training for this event for 7 years, and anything less than gold would have been national disgrace.
Remember, this is a country who told a little 7 year old girl that while she sang beautifully she wasn't pretty enough to perform at the opening ceremonies and found a cuter girl to lip synch to the first girl's song - because, officials said, it was in the nation's best interests.
Uh ... right.
So in last night's men's gymnastics competition, I expected nothing less than gold from the Chinese. They won and they deserved it.
But what amazed me were the responses by the Japanese and American teams, who took silver and bronze, respectively.
The Japanese looked at the very least completely disinterested by the whole affair or possibly stunned that they got silver - despite the fact that they'd been trailing the whole night. They'd been favored to give the Chinese a run for their money but fell behind early on.
The Americans, on the other hand, lost two key team members before the Olympics and went into the games with two alternates. They were doing great, with a few minor mistakes, and for a while were in contention for the silver. Until the pommel horse event, that is, when two of the guys totally blew it. Alexander Artemev saved the day, and the team took home a bronze.
Their reaction? "USA! USA! That's the way we roll!"
I'm not a big fan of celebrating mediocrity. I don't think every kid deserves a gold star just for showing up in class and I don't get excited when people do the very least that's expected of them.
But in the Olympics, to come in third best in the world isn't something to be ashamed of. It's something to celebrate.
I'm sick of these athletes who tell reporters that they can't leave with anything but gold, who are ashamed of a silver, or who joke they can't go home if they don't win. To even be competing at this level is an achievement, and to win any medal is an honor for you and your country.
So to the mens' gymnastics team: Good for you, guys. You did a great job, you performed great under pressure, and you made your country proud.
And to the French relay swimming team: Silver's a good color on you, especially when you were overtaken by a 32 year old swimmer. Smash that.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
Thanks, Bruce! :)
(Warning: I'm still learning how to use this new camera, and didn't realize out loud my voice would be when I'm talking and taping ... or maybe I'm always a loudmouth? ...)
Earlier today, Scout cornered a squirrel under my car. Scout barked, the squirrel chittered, and we had a standoff for about 10 mins, until I diverted Scout's attention so Squirrel Nutkin could make a break for it. I didn't see him leave, so I hope he didn't crawl up into my engine, because if he did, he's toast. Squirrel toast, that is.