Ehren the Brave

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My cousin Lt. Ehren Watada is facing a rough road ahead as he sacrifices himself in an effort to wake up the United States government and the silent majority of this nation.

Ehren is a brave man to choose this path when so many before him could have but didn’t. Most people our age are thinking about starting a family, buying a house, settling down. Ehren is trying to change the course of history.

But he can’t do it alone. After all, a democracy isn’t about Ehren and what he says as an individual. It’s about a nation participating as a whole to systematically determine its future course. It’s about electing moral and strong leaders who accept responsibility for their mistakes and look forward.

Ehren is doing this because our nation should have done better, could have done better when deciding to wage an all out war on another country under false pretenses. He’s doing what our leaders haven’t. He’s doing what we haven’t done.

He is saying this war is wrong and it needs to end. It’d be nice if the rest of us could do the same.

Send Ehren your support, he needs every last bit.

Drugs Rule

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If you don’t live with me, you wouldn’t know that I’ve been pretty messed up lately by allergies. This year has been a particularly bad year, and I’ve been pretty much taken out by hay fever and sinus problems.

So I broke down and went to an allergist and they put me on:

  • prednisone
  • allegra-d
  • patanol
  • mometasone

And I have to say – man these are awesome. Less than two hours after my first dosages I feel normal again. No side effects (yet).

Anyway, just wanted to give props to allergy meds. They do actually make a big difference to a lot of people.

(allergy) Drugs are great!

Americano Bizarro

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Bizarre. That’s about the only way I can explain things. Baseball players are required to testify under oath in front of senate judiciary committees, but oil executives and district attorneys aren’t.

who cares about bonds?
Sure enough, Mr. Specter, maybe you should have rethought how much you can trust people nowdays — especially people involved with the white house — and especially the ones who deny they were.

Although, I don’t think you thought very much at all about it. You probably just did what you were told. Either way — shame on you for not holding people accountable for telling the truth.

This crap has been building up for a while — so let me get some stuff off my chest. Let’s see — things our congress has focused on:

  • Steriods in baseball (who gives a shit)
  • Building a WALL — A FRICKING WALL — between the US and Mexico (didn’t work for Germany or China; way to regress 200 years guys; done for political gain in November)
  • Discussion about gay marriage (robbing life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness from US citizens based on an uncontrollable part of their nature; again, way to regress 200 years; didn’t work for slave owners or restricting women’s voting rights; didn’t work for Hitler either)
  • Janet Jackon’s nipple (not something to ban from TV — embrace it!)

Things that were pretty much ignored:

  • Domestic wire-tapping (national security, shh, it’s so secret nobody is accountable for it)
  • Constitutional checks and balances (wtf?! there are limits to presidential power?)
  • Safety regulation in mining operations (oh, people can die from underregulation that benefits rich business owners?; no lobbyists for saving lives?)
  • Health care reform
  • Social security reform
  • Budget deficit
  • Lobbying reform
  • Election reform
  • Shit, well, pretty much everything they should have been instead of building walls and working on conservative (and pointless) legislation

So my response to this stuff — including Barry Bonds hitting seven-hundred-something home-runs? Get a grip, people. The country is going down the tubes and you’re worried about baseball records and steroids? Wake up.

Congress does a lot of great things, but lately I just don’t know what those things are.

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Mark Cuban Kicks Ass

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mark cuban rocks chuck norris Okay, I’ll admit it. I initially didn’t like the guy. He sat in the front row at Mavericks games, all riled up, fists pumping and emotions swaying with every call. He just seemed pretty obnoxious, which makes me hastily throw you in my “oh no, not him again” category.

Be careful about who you dismiss.

I spent a few hours last night replacing much-needed sleep with a complete tour of Mark Cuban’s life, courtesy of Google, Wikipedia and blogmaverick.com.

Sure enough — I was wrong. Somewhere behind the fist pumping, shouting at refs and NBA fines there lies a fricking brilliant man who I find terribly interesting and inspiring.

Inspired by Fountainhead, driven by something that is a lot like the open source “itch” we all know in the programming world, Cuban has gone from successful enterprise to successful enterprise by fixing things that piss him off.

It takes a tremendous amount of courage to reject the norm, and even more to recreate it. Don’t like what you’re doing today? Change it. Dante and Randall would have agreed. If you want to blame somebody for your situation, blame yourself.

Mark Cuban never let his situation control him. He wasn’t the guy at the kwik-e-mart saying, “…but I’m not even supposed to be here today!!”

WWMCD? He would have started up his own kwik-e-mart that put the other one out of business. Or, he would have moved on to something completely tangential that sparked his interest. He would have succeeded there, too.

Why? He’s a rare combination of grit, determination, preparation, research and luck. Obviously nowdays he is a bit blessed with a large bankroll, but before it took some cajones to step up to the plate and pitch the ideas he had. It took a lot of faith and determination in himself to make them succeed. That is what separates him from the rest of the rich slugs. He has great ideas, sure, but he also follows through on them.

And he eats his own words gracefully, too. Ask the people at Dairy Queen.

In a time when we don’t have leaders or good examples of Americans, I think Mark Cuban serves as a good icon. He’s worlds better than crooked senators or anybody in the White House simply because he’s a multi-billionaire and he still takes the time to keep up with blogs, speak his mind freely and uses his money for good causes. He is also not stopping his pursuit of what’s right, or at least what’s cool.

You don’t see Mark Cuban crying for the people he might hurt or upset because what he is saying may not necessarily be something they agree with. He isn’t constantly weighing media reaction to the truth before he speaks it. That makes him genuine. It makes him the most human billionaire I’ve seen or read about. It makes him someone I can believe and relate to regardless of how much money he has or what he’s done. He’s a guy with ideas and feelings, not some larger-than-life self-absorbed asshole. Well, a normal guy with a $40M jet he bought online.

He’s a guy who:

  • Created a fallen soldier’s fund (Fallen Patriot Fund) to help injured or fallen soldiers’ families cope with their loss
  • Supported P2P networking in the Groklaw v. MGM case
  • Created an internet radio broadcast site because he thought not being able to listen to college basketball games over the internet was annoying
  • Created an HDTV network because HD programming from regular cable companies was crappy
  • Brought the Mavs back from extinction because his friends dared him to
  • Founded a company that helps people sift through the blogosphere because he recognized how important blogs are long before the rest of us
  • Started up 2929 entertainment because he thinks waiting for movies to come out on DVD is bullshit

So, thanks Mark, for bringing back the Mavs (though I’m a Suns fan, I appreciate the Mavs too), and showing that being yourself and believing in what’s right (for everyone, not just yourself) can take you as far as you’re willing to go. Keep it up, dude.

Mark Cuban kicks ass. Chuck Norris ain’t got shit on this guy.

How Much For a Life?

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junior a year ago My little buddy Junior is developing some problems with his hind legs. He is no longer jumping or able to push off with his feet, so he’s vertically challenged — unable to jump on to the bed, or other simple things he used to be able to do with ease.

For most of his life, he was never as agile or good at jumping as Rio. Junior was always a little reluctant to jump to high places, but could make it when he wanted to. So now that he has complications, there might be a deeper reason why Junior wasn’t as acrobatic as bengals usually are.

This weekend, though, he showed the first signs of real difficulty with his legs. Saturday morning we noticed him walking funny, and realized that he could no longer jump or even stand on his hind legs to grab a treat (something he loved to do). Since then he has been getting a little better, but he still can’t jump or stand, and spends an abnormal amount of time sleeping in one spot.

Vet said his xrays were fine, and he is otherwise normal — proper reactions in his legs, etc. I paid for a full bloodwork including pathogen testing so we’ll see how that comes out, but I suspect it’ll be pretty much all clear. The next steps will be trying some general antibiotics, doing some blood titres to check for toxoplasma (I think I got that right) but other than that we’d start getting into some pretty expensive testing — MRIs, neurological examinations, etc.

So one thing I’ve been struggling with is how much to spend on the tests, and how much I am willing to pay before it’s too much. It’s not an easy decision.

My left brain tells me that spending thousands of dollars on a cat is pretty ridiculous. My heart tells me that Junior is basically a kid, and I signed an invisible contract when I adopted him that I’d take care of him for better or for worse.

So as easy as it would be to pretend not to care and not spend the money, I don’t think I could ever do that with a clear conscience. I mean, there may come a time when his quality of life is so poor that he’d need to be put down, but we’re not there yet and until then I’ll fight for the little guy.

But for animals and pets in general, it’s a tough question — how much is the life of a pet worth? Why isn’t it worth as much as a human life?

And I ask myself, why is it that we even have to equate the two in the first place? They seem to be disjoint on the grander scale in life. Comparing life and dollars doesn’t seem to add up.

So Junior is fine for now — I hope this is the worst of it, but I fear he will be a crawling kitty someday in the future and I will have to make some tough decisions. Until then, I will just do what I can and appreciate the time I still have with him.

Lots of things in life have a price tag, yet there’s so much you can’t sell or buy back.

OSU Athletes Rule (in intramurals)

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After stewing on this for a while, I realized my “beef” ranks down there with steroids in baseball, underwater basketweaving and having people swear an oath when they testify in front of the senate judiciary committee (sarcasm). I know — these aren’t the best wars to fight — but we should at least be aware of issues like these, because they are symptoms of a slightly more serious affliction.

When I question why varsity players are allowed to play in intramural games, it’s not a matter of me being upset about losing to a team full of varsity athletes (which I am, but that’s beside the point). I am more concerned with issues of accountibility, duty and fairness. These are issues that plague professional sports, our government, the media and our society in general — we have a problem with integrity. We don’t respect the rules, the law, or our duties. We’re teenagers away from home, and we’re flirting with danger.

When a varsity athlete is chosen to play for a collegiate team, they are binded in an agreement with the university — the donors, the fans, the coaches. They enter an agreement with all of us at OSU that covers things like drugs, skydiving, or riding motorcycles without a helmet. Altogether the idea is simple: don’t put yourself in a position to get hurt because you’re supposed to be playing for OSU, and OSU is relying on you.

It’s important for athletes to accept responsibility for this general rule. It is their duty to uphold their part of the bargain. It means being mature, responsible and held accountable for their safety. It means staying true to the mission a true NCAA athlete should have — to be the best student athletes they can be and represent their university.

I think it is obvious that playing in intramural sports is an unnecessary risk, and it crosses the line of accountibility and duty for any student athlete — particularly those on scholarships. They made a deal with the university to do a job, including taking care of their body and preparing themselves properly for upcoming seasons.

At OSU, intramural rules dictate that:

Varsity Athletes in Related Sports: Varsity athletes may participate in other intramural activities outside of their varsity sport. However, they may not participate in their varsity sport or its related activities at the intramural level. (i.e. football/flag football; baseball/softball; swimming/water polo).

I just don’t buy it. You have to take into account that NCAA athletes train at a much higher level than the weekend athlete, and their physical condition in terms of speed, quickness, endurance and strength are all much better than the average OSU student.

Plus, what happens when any varsity athlete breaks a leg or strains a muscle during an intramural game? I think they should get thrown off the team and lose their scholarship. This isn’t intermediate 7th grade sports, kids. These athletes get compensated tens of thousands for tuition, books, room and board, the works — they are compensated for the work they put into being great athletes.

I’m not sure what happens with their medical bills in case of in injury, either. If they aren’t already I think they should be held accountable for these costs, too.

On the other side of the coin, we have paying students, normal kids that don’t train at the level NCAA athletes train — mostly because they are busy working jobs to pay for tuition that can support an environment where student athletes get great scholarships. We have staff or faculty who work hard to contribute to the OSU community day in and day out and don’t have three hours a day to spend in the gym.

So what do we do to thank them?

We let NCAA athletes play in their intramural leagues and dominate them. We allow these same athletes the right to decide to put themselves in danger and jeopardize their ability to represent OSU. We pretty much let them do whatever they want.

Haven’t we had enough? At what point will OSU athletes start being held accountable to their obligations? Are we to the point where our OSU athletes are such a joke they can waste time playing in intramural leagues with people who are nowhere near as fast, big or strong as them?

To all the varsity athletes who played in intramurals this year — go train seriously, stop picking on the little people, and stand up and accept responsibility for your role in the OSU community. Go be the best athlete you can be and leave the intramural leagues alone.

Your place is in Gil or Reser, proudly wearing an OSU uniform — definitely not in a sweaty used jersey in Dixon playing against scrubs like me.

In most highschools, varsity players can’t play in intramural leagues. Sadly, OSU has a lot to learn from high schools.

Between the Bars

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Edin thought it was funny that people who don’t have real problems sing angry songs.

So I thought about it on the drive home from Portland late Saturday night after we sent off Rick to Seattle. Some thoughts crossed my mind:

  • Was the grunge movement just whiny drifters mad about their station in life?
  • Pseudo-existentialism aside, what substance did it all have?
  • How does alternative rock in the 90’s compare to the music of the 30’s, when there was a national depression?
  • How does American music differ from music in underdeveloped countries? Is it angrier?
  • Aside from hard rap, why is African American music generally happier?
  • When we have everything, are we the least fulfilled?
  • Where is my shirt? Did I even remember to wear it today?

When I added it up, I started to realize that a large majority of the “happy” music I know was sang during some of the worst periods by people living through some major drama.

Where I tend to differ a bit, though, is that I find a lot of beauty in hard beats and rhythms created by people who probably didn’t have a legitimate gripe. Though I liked them especially if they carried a significant message — something closer to the heart than, “my dad didn’t by me an Escalade now I’m going to bust a cap.”

And while I tend to like bands like Stone Temple Pilots, Nirvana, Alice in Chains and Pearl Jam — I really did have to wonder what the hell all these guys were so pissed off about. Maybe it was their long hair, which was tangly and unmanageable.

Stevie and Ray were always smiling, even though they couldn’t see a damn thing, and the Duke didn’t grow up in the best of times.

Me? Happy? Yeah.

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At times I am Rob Gordon, speaking into the camera at every pivotal point trying to make sense of it all. Except I guess the camera is in my head — some Freudian messed-up camera pointing at myself as I watch this idiot fumble through life’s tribulations and pitfalls. Maybe you understand what I mean, maybe not.

Either way, after the last few months, the red light is on but I have nothing to say. Instead I just sit here and smile.

Sometimes you just have to wait and see where life takes you.