Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Not Crioceris Asparagi, Anything but Crioceris Asparagi

Tessa, 

Geez, what is this, like the 50th cloudy day in a row?  You know what I hate about cloudy days?  It's that the sun's doing it's job; the problem is the clouds.  It's not like there just weren't enough golden rays to go around.  I could understand that, the sun deciding to take a day off.  But that sun is up there, burning.  And we'd all be down here, soaking up photons, maybe converting some Vitamin D, if not for the big, stupid, lazy clouds.

Today started badly.  I opened up the 'ol web browser, up popped the homepage, and I started skimming headlines while the water boiled.  The Dow is down, T-bills are up, the Euro is down, the Dollar is up.  It's a roller coaster.  A big, painfully-boring roller coaster made of numbers and high-blood-pressure medication.  Then to the news headlines, where I see the front page of the Chicago Tribune announcing, "3 Bodies Found In Car."


The bodies were all bound, gagged, and shot to death, the article noted, and should not be confused with the "3 Bodies Found In Car" article from last month, where the 3 Bodies had been bound, gagged and beaten to death.

What?  Are you kidding me?  We live in a city where -- for all its genuine wonder and worth -- we run the risk of confusing one ghastly, grisly situation with another?  Because, sorry, but as gruesome and atypically horrific as a crime scene might be, that chalk outline is a dead ringer, if you'll pardon the pun, for a chalk outline we drew yesterday.  If they'd have just died in the same place, we could have saved on white chalk.  Ridiculous.

In my righteous anger, I pulled up the Minneapolis Star Tribune, wondering how the Twin Cities' beastly crime-du-jour compared.  With the population difference, I figured they maybe had "1.2 Bodies Found In Car" or something like that. 1.3 at the most.  But they didn't.  It's worse than that.  Dear, sweet, Tessa, it was so much worse than that.


"Darned Asparagus Beetles" screamed the headline.  I swear; you couldn't make this stuff up.  Not even a  farm report on the spread of pestilence.  Just "Darned Asparagus Beetles" followed by an article about, well, beetles.  To the delight of children everywhere, Crioceris Asparagi, as they're known to smart people, apparently spent most of this month feasting on the helpless stalks of local asparagus.  C. Asparagi also holds the record for "Insect With the Stinkiest Pee".  Front page.  

Minnesota, the land of ten thousand lakes and zero cars full of dead bodies.  A land where every chalk outline is as different as the crime that led to it.  A land of where even the biggest headlines are of questionable importance.  And should you miss the headlines, you can go about your day with the relative certainty that your car will likely not become your casket, and that the greatest threat to your way of life is quietly eating vegetables in your garden.  

I Heart You

Monday, May 17, 2010

Give Up-Chuck

Tessa,

Why must you leave me on a Monday night, when there is nothing on but NBC's Chuck: the show that no one has ever seen.  Ever.  This is not good; I am not prepared for solitude and boredom.  Tomorrow I'm playing basketball, and Dan's coming over to play FIFA.  And there's a hockey game on.  Why do the good things bunch together like that?  Spread out, boys.  Get some air.  No need to all pile into Tuesday night. Monday's lonely after all.  You know why?  Because Monday night is Tuesday's fatter, less interesting twin.

Wait.  Just found an unwatched Netflix sitting on the bureau.  Things are going to be okay.

I Heart You

Daily Grind

Tessa,

Ugh.  Worst part of my day is waiting for my brain to start.  Appliances have Start buttons.  Machines have pull-starts, kick-starts, electric ignition systems.  Not me.  Paperwork comes out, stare at some numbers, realize I zoned out staring at numbers, put paperwork down.  Repeat this process three times and then go make some tea.

People worry about alcohol and drug dependency, but we've given the caffeine-dependent a pass.  Rightly so.  No one wants rehab centers full of sleepy, uninitiated office professionals, trying with every fiber of their being to make the switch to decaf.  No one wants TMZ chronicling Lindsay Lohan's shameful walk back into Bellevue, again, this time for her combination oxycontin-and-espresso meltdown.  Pills and beans; so sad.

Besides, society would shut down without caffeine: productivity would plummet, naps would skyrocket.  (Aside: "skyrocket is one of those weird verbs that, lets be honest, is actually a noun.)  We'd have the GDP of Luxembourg within a week.  Bums passed out in the alley would now have company from business execs, just trying to grab a few winks on their lunch breaks, unable to admit their lack of natural drive to their coworkers.  Remember the 60's, when a businessman could have a full bar in his office, on one of those little booze carts, and no one thought it excessive?  No one wants to look back on the 10's as the good old days, when an employee could just get up from his desk and refill his coffee mug.  Just refill away, as many times as he or she liked.

And so, caffeine stays.  Meth is definitely out, marijuana too.  Booze or smokes are gonna require an ID.  Trans fat, salt, and fructose are treated worse than bankers are these days.  But if you're gonna take my caffeine away, you're gonna hafta pry this mug from my cold, dead hands.

I Heart You

Friday, May 7, 2010

Why Is The Why

Tessa, 

I talked to Peter today.  He was wondering about a good blogging site to use.  Actually, a good one for Cassie to use, while she's in France the Summer.  Oh, yeah: Cassie's in France or the Summer.  I told him Blogger had been pretty user-friendly, as if I walked in and Blogger swaggered over and asked if I'd been here before.

"I have." I lied to Blogger, because his cologne was, at the very least, over-applied.

We talked about the golf course.  All 18 holes, still there.  Greens, driving range, the whole thing.  We talked about the 2010 Census, and I told him as much as I could without violating Chapter XIII of the United States Code.  (It's not really even a code.  Anyone can read it.  It's almost entirely in English.)

Then we talked about my parents.  They got divorced yesterday.  Man, parents.

I Heart You. 

Holy Predator Drone, Batman!

Tessa, 

I was reading Luke 13 last night, and Jesus was telling the people that the person he was healing was not sick because they were some special brand of super-sinner.  Nope, he tells them, they're the same type of sinner as the rest of you.  Or maybe: you're all super-sinners.  You're just not all begging to be healed, which is too bad.

Then references some tower that fell over, killing 18 people.  Those people didn't die because they were especially sinful, he tells them.  They died because a tower fell on them.  Towers are pretty heavy things.  Even back then, one assumes a falling tower is likely to kill, just based upon the whole weight thing.  And gravity. (No one ever blames gravity, but it's always at the scene.  "Who's this guy?"  "Oh, that's Gravity, Sergeant.  He says it wasn't his fault.").

The people assumed, as people still think, that GOD was up there, waiting until those 18 extra-sinful people would all come to the tower at the same time and then BLAM!!  Now everyone feels better, because the sinners are dead, and whoever's alive is obviously not a really bad person.  But Jesus makes this seem stupid.  I think it's supposed to be stupid, because this story gets book-ended by miracles.  Miracles are when GOD reaches through time and space and whatnot, in order to help us.  This is the opposite of the Final Destination brand of Theology, where He's the pilot of a Holy Predator Drone, waiting to wipe us off the map.  Maybe Jesus was so frustrated because the people had their picture of GOD so backwards.  And when our picture of Him gets so out of focus, it doesn't look like Him anymore, then who is it we're actually following?

Never end an essay with a question.  People find it irritating.

I Heart You

Monday, May 3, 2010

Stories of the Dumb

Tessa, 

I know you're home sick today, so I bring to you Stories of the Dumb.  Note: I mean "dumb" in the people-who-think-Joy-Bahar-deserves-an-Emmy sense of the word; not people who can't speak.  The idea here is to remember that, no matter what challenges life throws us, we can always cling to the knowledge that we aren't as dumb as these folks.  And if they're still breathing, there might be light at the end of the tunnel for us yet.


  • In Montana, a woman was just arrested after she claimed Montana wasn't legally a state.  Actually, she was arrested after she claimed Montana wasn't a state, then claimed the city of Missoula as her territory, and then invaded people's houses and made herself at home. Maybe the hormones made her do it, because -- Bonus! -- she's preggers.  
  • After being sued by a wheel-chair-bound patron, the city of Hudson, NY finally installed a drinking fountain that is handicap accessible.  The fountain works great, but its on the 2nd floor of a building with no ramp or elevator.  
  • People angry with Arizona's new anti-illegal-immigration law have decided to use their collective power too...boycot AriZona Iced Teas.  Naturally, the best way to punish elected officials is by punishing their favorite beverages. Problem is, AriZona the company is not even based in Arizona the state.
  • A hermit in India is being studied by scientists because he claims to have gone without food or water for...wait for it...wait..for..it.... 70 years!  Yup, the man claims he hasn't had a spoonful of vindaloo since he was ten.  Even better, scientists are now starving him, just to see if he's lying.  This puts the crazy hermit in the uncanny situation of being totally insane, and still remaining the smartest dude in the room.
Ok, that's all I got.  I hope you feel better.  Remember that nothing passes a sick day like Saltine crackers and a John Hughes marathon.  That's according to a team of scientists in India, anyways.

I Heart You