"Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." - Ferris Bueller

Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Ok, tell me something I don't already know
You are a

Social Conservative
(30% permissive)

and an...

Economic Conservative
(73% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Link: The Politics Test
HT - Cinnabari. And, before you ask, yes, we do actually get along quite well.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Tony Snow's Wisdom
I came across Tony Snow's latest piece via Michelle Malkin. I've always enjoyed listening to Tony. He's a great TV and Radio host - and generally adds some humor to his work which is just short of irreverent.

Also, he went through remodeling hell much like what I'm experiencing with Cordeiro Manor.

That said, I was unaware that he recently underwent treatment for cancer. He explains as much in his piece and I found his outlook rather refreshing. He quoted a friend who, having survived cancer in many forms, related this piece of wisdom:

When I was sick, my husband and I would sit in a group with other women who had the same thing. We sat in a circle, the same people each week.

Some looked strong and vigorous; others were pale and weak. But none of that mattered. We discovered that we could figure out who was going to live and who would die just by looking into their eyes. The ones who were afraid didn't make it. The ones who were pessimistic didn't make it. The women who made it were the ones who wanted to live, and were ready to fight. Some of the big, strong women weren't ready to fight.
What does this tell me? Attitude is really everything. How we deal with adversity is at least as important as how we deal with prosperity.

One more thought from Tony:

Fear is a waste of time. The worst that can happen is that we'll die -- which happens to everybody, anyway. Until the Grim Reaper comes knocking, we're alive.
Amen, Tony.

Carpe Diem.

Here endeth the lesson.
Monday, September 12, 2005
A Legend Departs
The leaves are starting to change. There's a slight chill in the morning air. All around the country, men both young and old are taking to the gridiron as there fathers and grandfathers before them.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, its football season. But this year, the game will be different.

How so? Well, for the first time in some 20 seasons, and much to the relief of linebackers, defensive backs, defensive coordinators, and headcoaches around the NFL, Jerry Rice will not be on the field. He will not be slicing through their well thought out zones, and he won't be blowing by the free safety on his way to yet another touchdown.

You see, ever since he came out of a little known and seldom noticed college in Mississippi (Mississippi Valley State), Jerry Rice has made the art of the reception look easy. He came to play for the San Francisco 49'ers. At the receiving end of fellow legends and Hall Of Famers Joe Montana and Steve Young he went on to own just about every receiving record in the book.

How did he do this? His work ethic was second to none. No drill was beneath him. No ball was deemed uncatchable when Jerry Rice was within fifteen yards of it. He leaves the game with 38 NFL records including the most career receptions (1,549), yards receiving (22,895) and touchdowns receiving (197). In a game where 30 year old guys are considered ancient, Jerry (at 40) was still scoring touchdowns on kids who grew up watching him on television.

Jerry Rice represents something that is seldom seen in today's media frenzied, over hyped sports world. He very unassumingly played the game as a consummate gentleman. You never saw Jerry as a figure of controversy. He is very soft spoken, and a man of few words. When he had something to say, people listened. Otherwise, he just did his job to the very best of his ability. That ability, if you ask most defensive backs, bordered on the superhuman for most of Jerry's career.

Fare thee well, Jerry. Thank you for the thrills, the victories, and
most of all, for the way you played the greatest game God ever saw fit
to place on this earth. See you in Canton.

Here endeth the lesson

PS. In the Football Preview Issue of Sports Illustrated in the Fall of 1991, Jerry appeared in a full page Nike advertisement. I've always like the text of the ad, and I finally found it.

Jerry Rice, wide receiver, Mississippi Valley State

Mother and father told you repeatedly.
Crazy people talk to themselves.
Still you heard the voice.
Loud and clear.
Lear how to hit a fastball.
Work on your left hand shot.
Study harder. Study longer.
Get a raise.
Crazy people talk to themselves.
And still you heard the voice.
Lose the gut.
Master a third language.
Swim across a lake.
Climb the Tetons.
Go to the library and learn how electricity works.
Crazy people talk to themselves.
And still you heard the voice.
Bench press your weight.
Finish a marathon.
Develop a backhand.
Switch careers.
Crazy people talk to themselves.
And finally, you realize, only a madman doesn't listen.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Hurricane Katrina - Dig Deep
Dear Readers:

As I've been somewhat limited in my posting efforts over the past few days, I have been unable to comment on the situation faced by our countrymen and women living in and around the Gulf Coast. The situation in places like New Orleans, Biloxi, and the coastal regions of Alabama, Louisiana, and Georgia is truly indescribable. Once thriving communities have been literally blown off the map.

What remains of the population of those communities is in desperate need of help.

There will be plenty of time for Monday Morning Quarterbacking, The Blame Game, and other ways to waste time, energy, effort and bandwidth - later. People need help now.

Here are some of the ways you can help. Cash is King - send all you can.

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints - The Mormons Sometimes they come knocking at your door to share religion, here they help the displaced, needy, and desperate.

American Red Cross

The Salvation Army

Pick one. Pick several. HT NZBear

And now on a personal note:

I have, after a brief internal debate, decided to add two entries on the lower level of Cordeiro's Sliding Scale of Humanity. I did not think it was possible to slide lower than "Contractor", but some slimeball thugs in New Orleans have managed to find a way to blow right by that level, and sink even lower. Today's entries are:

Looters. They take from those who have lost everything. I'm not talking about people ransacking grocery stores to feed their families. I'm talking about those thugs who loot flooded homes for jewelry. I'm talking about those who loot businesses just because no armed guards are there to stop them. Enjoy your loot people. Karma is a terrible thing.

Roaming Bands of Thugs who rob rescue teams and shoot at helicopters. Can you sink lower than trying to kill those trying to save others? Methinks not. Troops are coming, guys. They have a nasty habit of shooting back with large caliber weapons.

Here endeth the lesson.

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