a lot of life happened in chicago a seeming age ago
driving west a certain distance always causes a rapid beating heart of anticipation
i do not go on enough adventures for my likings so when i do get to go the little things gain some significance...
marit did all the driving
i attempted to do homework
forgot my camera
resorted to document the journey
left milan gas station at 1025(est)
starting mileage: 61065
0.5 bags of combos
3.5 slim jims (marit had the 0.5 and complained about the skin or wrapper around it)
900 cc water
710 cc diet coke
first potty break occured before jackson (culprit: me)
please see above fluid consumption and do the math
14 michigan state troopers
stevensville, mi
mcfattys around 1300 est
fueled civic
distance: 169 miles away from milan
gallons used 4.036
mpg: 41.9
continuing mileage: 61234
2 medium fries
1 big mac (minus pickle) marit
1 doublecheeseburger
plates:
2 california
3 minnesota (all on jettas)
1 iowa plate + big truck + big game hunter + 1 camo nextel
bm (before macdonalds)
3 emergent window openings (culprit: marit 3x)
3 right side passes
far too many semis
(what happened to our train system?)
17 minutes of nonstop rumble strips
24 construction workers
4 working construction workers
0 working construction workers excluding machine operators
untold outdated bumper stickers
tunes:
"United We Stand" Hillsong United
"The Chronicles of Narnia: TLWW" Harry Gregson-Williams
U2 playlist Oct. 24 & 25 detroit concert list
1338(est) crossed into indiana
14th michigan state trooper was turning around alomost exactly at state line
u2's "in the name of love" was playing
am (after mcdonalds): 2 emergent window openings (again marit "its the big mac talking!")
6 miles of white and orange construction barrels
1 right sided pass
lots of double deckered billboards in indiana
1352(est) extended emergent window opening
inter-civic air quality talks begin as GARY, IN draws close
(ironically "STUCK IN A MOMENT" was playing)
1359(est) chicago 59 miles according to sign
2 passenger sided "imaginary brakings"
1404(est) our journey veers off 94
1407(est) $0.30 invested in "smooth roads"
3 imaginary brakes used at first toll station and 2 multifocal flinches occur
recipe for indigestion...and GAS
as the rebel alliance (me) considers retaliation with this turn of gastro events
"LOVE AND PEACE OR ELSE" begins to play
1421(est) run out of radio stations for ipod connection
1424(est) $0.50 "chewie" picked a good lane
1427(est) cross chicago skyway
my respiration decrease to less than 8/min
my heart reat increases from the 50s to the 100s
all my childhood bridge nightmares slash through my brain
escpecially the one where my mom teaches me how to ride a bike on mackinaw bridge on a windy day and something unseen is chasing me
chicago skyline is lost in in atmospheric cocktail of humid july haze and industrial send off
1429(est) $2.50 Chicago Skyway Bridge Toll
cut off by graham cracker eating CA chick
$400 minimum fine (speed limit = 45mph)
1437(est) stopped to a roll
1445(est) crawling
1448(est) 1 tayshaun prince jersey
still no ben billboards
1450(est) outline of sears tower visible
hope arises as we bend towards the city and dan ryan
1453(est) most telling highway sign ever
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "NIGHT TIME IS THE RIGHT TIME FOR TRUCKS!"
1457(est) merge onto RYAN EXPRESSWAY and an electric sign informs us of a website
AVOIDTHERYAN.COM
1515(est) pass OHIO ST. EXIT (mark lentz trivia)
1426 cell phone time is now central time (cst)
1508(cst) arrive at hotel
ending mileage: 61346
miles traveled: 281
intercivic war avoided: untold, still lots of love
expecation far outweighs the weariness of this trek
it is almost time...
7.24.2006
Abubakar: A personal history of Sierra Leone
Lately my mind and heart have been drifting towards Africa and my friend Abubakar has come to mind often probably because of our many adventures and I miss my African friends...
Abubakar was a translator who I worked with while I was a photographer in The Gambia in 2000. We had a good friendship sometimes clouded with both of our unique cultural disillusion. On the weekend the pair of us went on adventures but this account took place one of the weekends I visited his compound. The dialogue of this piece is his account that I placed in an old journal that I used while in Africa. I re- read his vivid dialogue that I quickly scratched in that small candle lit room in West Africa
It is the time of West African night when fires start to dim and adults speak softly so the children can sleep. It is the time of night in The Gambia, when the mosquitoes come salvo after salvo against any bare-skin that they find. It is the time of night when Abubakar longs for Sierra Leone and like the stinging salvo of mosquitoes his soul is pounded by intense memories that challenge his rest, that challenge his being. Sadly, for Abubakar there is no mosquito netting for the soul.
Abubakar is a twenty-something Sierra Leonean trying to find his way in a foreign land. He is broad-shouldered and has a thick -muscular torso. Abubakar smiles through most of his days. He lives a chaotic life looking for jobs to buy food and pay the rent for his small little room. He is the only adult male who lives in his compound. His neighbors are mostly young children cared for by their young mothers and young grandmothers. Awa is the matriarch of the compound. Her eyes are kind but skeptical and when there is a disturbance within the compound her voice is the last voice heard. In the relational economy of the compound Awa is a mother figure to Abubakar and he is a strong male model for the young boys of the compound.
Awa...
The boys...
There is no remnant of sun in the hot, African air and Abubakar has wrangled the children up into the compound with a few shrill whistles alerting that it is time to come to bed. Most of the kids come quickly because they know that if Awa has to get them to come to bed it will be trouble. Some of the children depart each other for bed and brush closely past Abubakar too shy to hug him but in love with his kind strength and cannot resist respectful affection. The mothers stand in the doorways of the compound accounting for their youth and some mothers negotiate as some of their sons want to sleep over and the same for some of the girls. The children are not all siblings but they are brothers and they are sisters. Just as Abubakar is not their father but is. Abubakar yells into the next compound in Mandinka where some young adult males are blasting Rastafarian beats on speakers that sound like they will blow out any moment. Whatever Abubakar hollered quickly works and the night has become quiet.
Abubakar tells his story...
Abubakar shuffles down the outdoor covered walkway into his room. He lights a match and pulls a tall white candle from a strategic hole in the wall. He cups his hand and lights the candle and then holds the match to melt the wax on the bottom of the candle and he sets the candle on the floor. The hot wax quickly cools and the room has a steady and stable light source. Abubakar kicks off his thin worn flip-flops and crashes onto his sleeping mat. It looked like the lighting of the candle and the kicking off of the flip-flops is a daily ceremony for Abubakar. It is an unsaid ceremony into sadness. His smile is gone and his eyes no longer flicker joy but reverberate with agony. All the children of Awa’s compound are safe and peacefully resting but Abubakar is not sure of the state of his own mother and sister.
Abubakar is restless and cannot lie down. He sits on his mat with his back to the wall. The wall holds him up because the wait of this moment of worry is heavy. Abubakar is stilled in deep thought but the air around him is restless with unsaid fear. Abubakar’s voice ends the silence, “Innocent people are dying for nothing.” And so Abubakar began the personal history of Sierra Leone. Abubakar begins without any reference to time period. “My land was a peaceful land before the war against Britain Colonization.”
“Sierra Leone was contaminated with diamonds. So full, the people did not know what to do with it. So many diamonds who people used them for every day uses. In those days the British came to exchange salt with the chiefs: One cup of salt equals one person. One whole family from one village equals salt for the entire village.” In the beginning there is no emotion in Abubakar’s voice and his eyes stare off into nowhere as if he were looking back in time to make sense of the moment. Abubakar says that slave traders did their trading from the ships but the chiefs invited the slavers into their huts. When the traders finally came they stepped into the Chief’s house and were amazed at all the diamonds. Whenever Abubakar says the word diamond he doesn’t say the word like it is a beautiful treasure; he utters the word as if diamonds were a curse. The chiefs began to trade the diamonds for salt and the people of Sierra Leone began to understand the value of diamonds.
A Sierra Leone warrior named Booray realized that the white traders were taking away the treasures and people of his land. “This is mine, I will die for what is mine.” Abubakar speaks of gruesome battles between warriors and soldiers and that in 1856 Booray was betrayed and arrested. Before being cut to death Booray told his betrayer: “Because you betrayed me there will be no peace in this land.” Abubakar said that the land corrupted itself and that an long ugly era of Sierra Leone began: A vicious time when the people hoarded things and stole and sold and stole and resold.
Abubakar’s story shifts to the events of his lifetime. “Foday Sonko, a rebel leader started an attack in Quendo; slaughtered people like goats. He did not want to waste bullets so dull knives were used.” The pulse of the story is growing personal and emotion is creeping into the way Abubakar explains that Sonko justified his attacks because he did not like the Sierra Leonean President Momou. Abubakar tells that Sonko and his rebels continued to butcher people. “Lives were taken over time; lives that were Gods. Barbarians: That is how the war started.” Abubakar’s communication becomes fragmented and he pauses.
Abubakar is from the city Kono and he restarts the history tale from his origins. “Sonko went to Kono and burned all of Kono. My father had fifteen compounds and all were burned to dust. My mother said I should go. They burned everything that was hers. When my mom was fleeing the rebels killed my younger sister.” Abubakar is weary from telling this tale but he continued. “The rebels shot my sister in the leg and mom wouldn’t leave her. One of the rebels came and told her to leave or they both would be killed. The rebel finished Mariama. Mom came back to take her to burry her.” Abubakar’s room is silent and the candle is burned halfway to the floor.
“If I could tell you about the pain of the others you could not finish the book.” Abubakar struggles to focus as he speaks not of the pain of others but of the pain that he is in. “Its too much. Crazy. Now there are only three of us in my family. Right now my sister and mother are sleeping in a stadium- a tent. No house, no clothes and no communication with their son who is in The Gambia.” And with that Abubakar’s personal history of Sierra Leone ends.
The wick in Abubakar’s white candle has burned to a melted pool of wax and Abubakar’s story, a personal history of Sierra Leone ends in the place it began: A foreign land alone and haunted by the unknown.
Abubakar was a translator who I worked with while I was a photographer in The Gambia in 2000. We had a good friendship sometimes clouded with both of our unique cultural disillusion. On the weekend the pair of us went on adventures but this account took place one of the weekends I visited his compound. The dialogue of this piece is his account that I placed in an old journal that I used while in Africa. I re- read his vivid dialogue that I quickly scratched in that small candle lit room in West Africa
It is the time of West African night when fires start to dim and adults speak softly so the children can sleep. It is the time of night in The Gambia, when the mosquitoes come salvo after salvo against any bare-skin that they find. It is the time of night when Abubakar longs for Sierra Leone and like the stinging salvo of mosquitoes his soul is pounded by intense memories that challenge his rest, that challenge his being. Sadly, for Abubakar there is no mosquito netting for the soul.
Abubakar is a twenty-something Sierra Leonean trying to find his way in a foreign land. He is broad-shouldered and has a thick -muscular torso. Abubakar smiles through most of his days. He lives a chaotic life looking for jobs to buy food and pay the rent for his small little room. He is the only adult male who lives in his compound. His neighbors are mostly young children cared for by their young mothers and young grandmothers. Awa is the matriarch of the compound. Her eyes are kind but skeptical and when there is a disturbance within the compound her voice is the last voice heard. In the relational economy of the compound Awa is a mother figure to Abubakar and he is a strong male model for the young boys of the compound.
Awa...
The boys...
There is no remnant of sun in the hot, African air and Abubakar has wrangled the children up into the compound with a few shrill whistles alerting that it is time to come to bed. Most of the kids come quickly because they know that if Awa has to get them to come to bed it will be trouble. Some of the children depart each other for bed and brush closely past Abubakar too shy to hug him but in love with his kind strength and cannot resist respectful affection. The mothers stand in the doorways of the compound accounting for their youth and some mothers negotiate as some of their sons want to sleep over and the same for some of the girls. The children are not all siblings but they are brothers and they are sisters. Just as Abubakar is not their father but is. Abubakar yells into the next compound in Mandinka where some young adult males are blasting Rastafarian beats on speakers that sound like they will blow out any moment. Whatever Abubakar hollered quickly works and the night has become quiet.
Abubakar tells his story...
Abubakar shuffles down the outdoor covered walkway into his room. He lights a match and pulls a tall white candle from a strategic hole in the wall. He cups his hand and lights the candle and then holds the match to melt the wax on the bottom of the candle and he sets the candle on the floor. The hot wax quickly cools and the room has a steady and stable light source. Abubakar kicks off his thin worn flip-flops and crashes onto his sleeping mat. It looked like the lighting of the candle and the kicking off of the flip-flops is a daily ceremony for Abubakar. It is an unsaid ceremony into sadness. His smile is gone and his eyes no longer flicker joy but reverberate with agony. All the children of Awa’s compound are safe and peacefully resting but Abubakar is not sure of the state of his own mother and sister.
Abubakar is restless and cannot lie down. He sits on his mat with his back to the wall. The wall holds him up because the wait of this moment of worry is heavy. Abubakar is stilled in deep thought but the air around him is restless with unsaid fear. Abubakar’s voice ends the silence, “Innocent people are dying for nothing.” And so Abubakar began the personal history of Sierra Leone. Abubakar begins without any reference to time period. “My land was a peaceful land before the war against Britain Colonization.”
“Sierra Leone was contaminated with diamonds. So full, the people did not know what to do with it. So many diamonds who people used them for every day uses. In those days the British came to exchange salt with the chiefs: One cup of salt equals one person. One whole family from one village equals salt for the entire village.” In the beginning there is no emotion in Abubakar’s voice and his eyes stare off into nowhere as if he were looking back in time to make sense of the moment. Abubakar says that slave traders did their trading from the ships but the chiefs invited the slavers into their huts. When the traders finally came they stepped into the Chief’s house and were amazed at all the diamonds. Whenever Abubakar says the word diamond he doesn’t say the word like it is a beautiful treasure; he utters the word as if diamonds were a curse. The chiefs began to trade the diamonds for salt and the people of Sierra Leone began to understand the value of diamonds.
A Sierra Leone warrior named Booray realized that the white traders were taking away the treasures and people of his land. “This is mine, I will die for what is mine.” Abubakar speaks of gruesome battles between warriors and soldiers and that in 1856 Booray was betrayed and arrested. Before being cut to death Booray told his betrayer: “Because you betrayed me there will be no peace in this land.” Abubakar said that the land corrupted itself and that an long ugly era of Sierra Leone began: A vicious time when the people hoarded things and stole and sold and stole and resold.
Abubakar’s story shifts to the events of his lifetime. “Foday Sonko, a rebel leader started an attack in Quendo; slaughtered people like goats. He did not want to waste bullets so dull knives were used.” The pulse of the story is growing personal and emotion is creeping into the way Abubakar explains that Sonko justified his attacks because he did not like the Sierra Leonean President Momou. Abubakar tells that Sonko and his rebels continued to butcher people. “Lives were taken over time; lives that were Gods. Barbarians: That is how the war started.” Abubakar’s communication becomes fragmented and he pauses.
Abubakar is from the city Kono and he restarts the history tale from his origins. “Sonko went to Kono and burned all of Kono. My father had fifteen compounds and all were burned to dust. My mother said I should go. They burned everything that was hers. When my mom was fleeing the rebels killed my younger sister.” Abubakar is weary from telling this tale but he continued. “The rebels shot my sister in the leg and mom wouldn’t leave her. One of the rebels came and told her to leave or they both would be killed. The rebel finished Mariama. Mom came back to take her to burry her.” Abubakar’s room is silent and the candle is burned halfway to the floor.
“If I could tell you about the pain of the others you could not finish the book.” Abubakar struggles to focus as he speaks not of the pain of others but of the pain that he is in. “Its too much. Crazy. Now there are only three of us in my family. Right now my sister and mother are sleeping in a stadium- a tent. No house, no clothes and no communication with their son who is in The Gambia.” And with that Abubakar’s personal history of Sierra Leone ends.
The wick in Abubakar’s white candle has burned to a melted pool of wax and Abubakar’s story, a personal history of Sierra Leone ends in the place it began: A foreign land alone and haunted by the unknown.
7.20.2006
eclectic times here and there
the past couple weeks have been very busy
part of me feels thin but times like this consumes all the fat that blocks life
the world cup has been over for almost two weeks and i feel like my life has dimension once again
but is it a problem having life hijacked by soccer/football for a month?
got sick around the fourth of july. gut troubles. the only way i know how to describe my daily painful, raw experiences was imagine feeling a frosty machine about to explode in your inards and you use all your energy to get to the pot. lost about 10 pounds. enough about gastrowhateveritis
been thinking of africa a great deal lately. wrote of an experience that i had with a refugee from sierra leone. powerful flashback. also did a research paper on the healthcare crisis in sub-saharan africa. the crisis and the progress. where do i fit in?
have a great nursing school lead at university of detroit mercy. for two years i wavered about nursing school but the last couple months a sense of purpose has really solidified the target. to my friends thank you for putting up with my putrid wandering and wavering over this issue. it is time to knock on the door univ. detroit! 12 month program would start next may!
marit's transition as a grad nurse has been very positive. she has not come home stressed or overwhelmed. inspiring unsaid strength. she's the beauty!
wca soccer starts soon. i am disapointed my role is limited but am eager to teach the players some invaluable things i have discovered in the off season. hope to serve ross and empower the players.
summer soccer at church has been very positive. many young faces and students are hearing jesus' name.
getting some more photo gigs
night shift has been good to me so far
got home not too long ago
i am showered, cerealed, stretched
time to sleep and maybe dream
part of me feels thin but times like this consumes all the fat that blocks life
the world cup has been over for almost two weeks and i feel like my life has dimension once again
but is it a problem having life hijacked by soccer/football for a month?
got sick around the fourth of july. gut troubles. the only way i know how to describe my daily painful, raw experiences was imagine feeling a frosty machine about to explode in your inards and you use all your energy to get to the pot. lost about 10 pounds. enough about gastrowhateveritis
been thinking of africa a great deal lately. wrote of an experience that i had with a refugee from sierra leone. powerful flashback. also did a research paper on the healthcare crisis in sub-saharan africa. the crisis and the progress. where do i fit in?
have a great nursing school lead at university of detroit mercy. for two years i wavered about nursing school but the last couple months a sense of purpose has really solidified the target. to my friends thank you for putting up with my putrid wandering and wavering over this issue. it is time to knock on the door univ. detroit! 12 month program would start next may!
marit's transition as a grad nurse has been very positive. she has not come home stressed or overwhelmed. inspiring unsaid strength. she's the beauty!
wca soccer starts soon. i am disapointed my role is limited but am eager to teach the players some invaluable things i have discovered in the off season. hope to serve ross and empower the players.
summer soccer at church has been very positive. many young faces and students are hearing jesus' name.
getting some more photo gigs
night shift has been good to me so far
got home not too long ago
i am showered, cerealed, stretched
time to sleep and maybe dream
7.08.2006
back to the dark side
taken 15 june 2006 at 00:36:56 NIKON D70/LENS 80-200mm f/2.8
shot at 200mm for 10 seconds at f/22 ISO 200
panned tripod
this was my first week back to the dark side (night shift)
do not worry I am not using a red light saber now
although I would be open to double-wielding a red saber with my blue crystal saber
i like going to bed at 7am instead of getting to work then
and I like waking up around 5PM because that means I missed the rat race
from a work perspective I feel more in control of my routine on night however there is much more space to cover but the space is empty except for me, nurses and the patients
it was good to work day shift for a bit but day shift is a rat race to me and night shift is a marathon
more routine and space to get the job done not to mention significant less battles on the commute
not necessarily an easier job just a different job with a different tone and pace
marit's routine will be dramatically changing this week
tonight (saturday) and tommorow are her last shifts as tech
she will be starting as a GRAD NURSE!
AWESOME! HUGE, BEAUTIFUL STEP!
she is an awesome healer
MARIT'S
quiet, present strength
grace-peace-courage-nothing dents her-for real-she is my hero
wise eye
steady touch
calm just slightly accented voice and graceful natural unvain beauty
make her an awesome, AWESOME vessel of care
marit and my path will cross uniquely
it must
it will
and be well
the excess blogging is a result of the isolation of nights off which have had mixed productivity for school and photo jobs
i sense the blog taking a more other person direction...not pointing people out but embracing their thoughts and being not just my introspective chatter and pooh...there will be that too
if any of you pull an all nighter and need someone to get something from meijer buzz my cell or make an appointment if i am off i will more than likely comply and serve
well it is almost 8a
past my bed time
the sun is up
looks like it will be a beautiful day
to the bat cave
(the natural part of the dark side is being seperated from beauty by forces of nature and designations of time, the craft of the dark side is training your eyes to see beauty in a new light)
shot at 200mm for 10 seconds at f/22 ISO 200
panned tripod
this was my first week back to the dark side (night shift)
do not worry I am not using a red light saber now
although I would be open to double-wielding a red saber with my blue crystal saber
i like going to bed at 7am instead of getting to work then
and I like waking up around 5PM because that means I missed the rat race
from a work perspective I feel more in control of my routine on night however there is much more space to cover but the space is empty except for me, nurses and the patients
it was good to work day shift for a bit but day shift is a rat race to me and night shift is a marathon
more routine and space to get the job done not to mention significant less battles on the commute
not necessarily an easier job just a different job with a different tone and pace
marit's routine will be dramatically changing this week
tonight (saturday) and tommorow are her last shifts as tech
she will be starting as a GRAD NURSE!
AWESOME! HUGE, BEAUTIFUL STEP!
she is an awesome healer
MARIT'S
quiet, present strength
grace-peace-courage-nothing dents her-for real-she is my hero
wise eye
steady touch
calm just slightly accented voice and graceful natural unvain beauty
make her an awesome, AWESOME vessel of care
marit and my path will cross uniquely
it must
it will
and be well
the excess blogging is a result of the isolation of nights off which have had mixed productivity for school and photo jobs
i sense the blog taking a more other person direction...not pointing people out but embracing their thoughts and being not just my introspective chatter and pooh...there will be that too
if any of you pull an all nighter and need someone to get something from meijer buzz my cell or make an appointment if i am off i will more than likely comply and serve
well it is almost 8a
past my bed time
the sun is up
looks like it will be a beautiful day
to the bat cave
(the natural part of the dark side is being seperated from beauty by forces of nature and designations of time, the craft of the dark side is training your eyes to see beauty in a new light)
dog days of summer
i suppose it is the dog days of summer now even though the heat and humidity have not been burdensome
in honor of the dog days
doesn't slaver all over much of anything
doesn't need to be custimarily taken out and then some
and only once in while does mitzi miss
pensive and pondering
kind cat
why i would want to be a cat if i were to be a domestic animal
a stray that stayed
eerie similarity to mitzi minus ten pounds
a very shy cat "blur"
(same cat as above)
had to use a long lens because i could only get within thirty feet or so
am i cat lover?
i confess love only for our cat and no other
she sure beats the dog days
in honor of the dog days
doesn't slaver all over much of anything
doesn't need to be custimarily taken out and then some
and only once in while does mitzi miss
pensive and pondering
kind cat
why i would want to be a cat if i were to be a domestic animal
a stray that stayed
eerie similarity to mitzi minus ten pounds
a very shy cat "blur"
(same cat as above)
had to use a long lens because i could only get within thirty feet or so
am i cat lover?
i confess love only for our cat and no other
she sure beats the dog days
boom
tonight milan had fireworks
the milan masses and some of us milan country folk flooded the downtown, wilson park district to view the colorful explosions over ford lake and the milan sky
marit, angela, mrs. knight, trombley and ross and i sat on the edge (not really a shore) of ford lake
we chated and anticipated and soaked in the sounds and smells of a fair and growing crowds
our group sat directly in line with the launch island
the sky dimmed and suddenly the street lamps went out
it got quiet
milan's collective respiratory rate paused
a little boat came away from the island
two bright orange flares lit up a small open area on the island revealing two human silhouettes
milan grew restless as those with smaller breathing volumes gasped in anticipation
the sky lit up with colorful exploding dots after thuds and booms crashed into a clear sky
ford lake reflected the work of the island and catching the more spry embers gliding from a not too distant orbit
we were close enough to the island to see the two human silhouettes and the flares or torches touching and going treating milan to solo explosions and then duets and then sneaking streaking missles high into the sky
suprising and colorful echoing explosions shining in many eyes and sparking many smiles and happy cries
twenty minutes
twenty minutes of special effects unlike any we get to experience the other 360 something days of the year
the milan masses and some of us milan country folk flooded the downtown, wilson park district to view the colorful explosions over ford lake and the milan sky
marit, angela, mrs. knight, trombley and ross and i sat on the edge (not really a shore) of ford lake
we chated and anticipated and soaked in the sounds and smells of a fair and growing crowds
our group sat directly in line with the launch island
the sky dimmed and suddenly the street lamps went out
it got quiet
milan's collective respiratory rate paused
a little boat came away from the island
two bright orange flares lit up a small open area on the island revealing two human silhouettes
milan grew restless as those with smaller breathing volumes gasped in anticipation
the sky lit up with colorful exploding dots after thuds and booms crashed into a clear sky
ford lake reflected the work of the island and catching the more spry embers gliding from a not too distant orbit
we were close enough to the island to see the two human silhouettes and the flares or torches touching and going treating milan to solo explosions and then duets and then sneaking streaking missles high into the sky
suprising and colorful echoing explosions shining in many eyes and sparking many smiles and happy cries
twenty minutes
twenty minutes of special effects unlike any we get to experience the other 360 something days of the year
7.07.2006
pooh and porridge and uk permits
going to miss you djibril cisse!
every now and then the adolescent nature of this blog takes over and i pout
so who flung pooh this week?
i mean somebody took a big dump i mean a really big healthy in my oatmeal while i was reading the sports section this week
i have already kindly ranted about bw becoming a bull and then i find out that my favorite all time footballer on fifa xbox is getting dumped by my favorite club
yes it looks like cisse is gone if you don't believe me...
benitez wants me out, says cisse
ugh...the fan is still flinging
and a dream job but no UK work permit for me...
liverpool website journalist
then i could pooh in people's porridge who trash talk liverpool because they are going to win all the cups next year...yes folks there is so much love in football that there are multiple meaningful cups
oh some positives for liverpool is that they signed brazilian left-back fabio aurelio and argentine center-back gabriel paletta
south american style and youth...
i guess you can find good news while reading the bad news (sometimes) but it is hard to get that pooh in your porridge taste out of your mouth
every now and then the adolescent nature of this blog takes over and i pout
so who flung pooh this week?
i mean somebody took a big dump i mean a really big healthy in my oatmeal while i was reading the sports section this week
i have already kindly ranted about bw becoming a bull and then i find out that my favorite all time footballer on fifa xbox is getting dumped by my favorite club
yes it looks like cisse is gone if you don't believe me...
ugh...the fan is still flinging
and a dream job but no UK work permit for me...
then i could pooh in people's porridge who trash talk liverpool because they are going to win all the cups next year...yes folks there is so much love in football that there are multiple meaningful cups
oh some positives for liverpool is that they signed brazilian left-back fabio aurelio and argentine center-back gabriel paletta
south american style and youth...
i guess you can find good news while reading the bad news (sometimes) but it is hard to get that pooh in your porridge taste out of your mouth
no more rebound row
hear ye hear ye all pistons fans and palace residents:
now that bw is a bull what will take the place of rebound row?
what piston has a statistical tendency that a row could benefit from?
it doesn't even have to be a row, it could be an aisle, a bathroom stall...
now that bw is a bull what will take the place of rebound row?
what piston has a statistical tendency that a row could benefit from?
it doesn't even have to be a row, it could be an aisle, a bathroom stall...
7.04.2006
bye big ben
sports shock in detroit today and it is not the wnba
ben is a bull
it is even more a killer that he is staying in the same division...this might awaken more of a rivalry between the pistons/bulls
really enjoyed watching him take over as the face and heart of a team that lacked a solid identity for years and years
ben is in a big market now so we will still see him but seeing him as a bull...ugh
maybe he will get some remote control car deals over there
hope he stays happy and healthy...if he did not like carlisle is he going to like skiles? chicago media will not coddle him like detroit. he was a deal and a steal in motown now he is making mr franchise wages in chicago. maybe all the extra attention will motivate him to iron his free throws out. oh and maybe now that you have a bulls uni the refs will give you some calls ben
where is darko now? will joe shake things up and perhaps trade sheed before he is worthless and is expected to get some more boards and carry a real load without ben around? maybe sheed will step up. sheed is the only potentially big time guy that joe has been able to keep around: see grant hill, memo okur, gave up a shakey #2 pick and now bw
i guess the game is just a buisiness after all
thanks again ben
i guess it is always greener on the other side
oh and do you think ben's #3 will be retired in motown now? (mr davidson is a loyalty kind of guy: see isaiah and larry brown)
7.03.2006
world cup semis
well i was 50-50 in my final eight predictions and i wasn't even close on any of the scores
not bad for an american
it would have been nice to see england here but this is a very strong semifinal round and we should talk about the remaining teams and not the teams that did not make it
i am pulling for germany
lehman showed up for the pk final
i really admire jurgen klinsmann and the pace and passion of his team
people are critical of the german defense but they did what they had to against argentina
no more predictions i am just going to enjoy the final four games of this world cup
four great teams with story and style
i am already imagining going to the world cup in 2010 - south africa and the world cup is a beautiful combination
hopefully i will already be living somewhere in africa by then and perhaps the ship will target the world cup for that time
2010 will be remembered as the adu cup!
not bad for an american
it would have been nice to see england here but this is a very strong semifinal round and we should talk about the remaining teams and not the teams that did not make it
i am pulling for germany
lehman showed up for the pk final
i really admire jurgen klinsmann and the pace and passion of his team
people are critical of the german defense but they did what they had to against argentina
no more predictions i am just going to enjoy the final four games of this world cup
four great teams with story and style
i am already imagining going to the world cup in 2010 - south africa and the world cup is a beautiful combination
hopefully i will already be living somewhere in africa by then and perhaps the ship will target the world cup for that time
2010 will be remembered as the adu cup!
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