Time To Get Learned

Have you ever heard of the island nation of Palau?  I hadn’t either until a friend of mine told me he was heading there for vacation.  I consulted Wikipedia to learn more about the place and came away with the following interesting tidbits:

  • It’s one of the youngest (independence gained in 1994) and least populated (20,000 people) countries in the world.
  • It’s located 2000 miles south of Tokyo and 500 miles east of the Philippines.
  • Hobbits may have once lived there.
  • It served as the location for the reality TV show Survivor twice.

Interested in learning about how indebted our world has become?  Check out the Global Debt Comparison over at The Economist for some sobering insights into our monetary condition that are updated real-time.  As of this writing, total global public debt was roughly $35.1 trillion.  And counting.  Public debt as a percentage of GDP in the U.S. was 48.2%, which compares favorably with nations like Japan (185.4%), Greece (98.2%) and France (74.9%) but unfavorably to countries like Australia (17.2%) and China (17.9%).  Move the clock ahead to 2011 and our level jumps to 66.4%.  Doh!  Oh well, at least it’s still not near as bad as Japan (205%!!!).

Random Japan

Headline from The Mainichi Daily News regarding new prime minister Hatoyama:

Hatoyama’s Wife Says Her Man is no Alien, but he Loves Foot Massages and Prawn Crackers

ND-Purdue Recap

Well, that was quite the ride.  I was literally a game-winning drive away from turning in my Irish card for the balance of this season.  Just ask Lizzi and Hurley, who got to witness my near meltdown in real-time.  I was literally standing on the couch with remote control in hand, ready to turn off the Irish for the balance of this year.  Seriously, I was that close.  I haven’t been any closer to abandoning one of my teams since that historic Christian Laettner shot that sent the Duke Blue Devils past the Kentucky Wildcats in the 1992 NCAA East Regional Final.  I was prepared to walk away from the Dukies then, and had my Blue Devil hat lying in the middle of my abandoned seat (for the symbolism, mind you) to prove it.

My natural instinct is to temper the enthusiasm after the Irish pulled off a late-game rally to defeat Purdue 24-21 last night.  After all, the Boilermakers are a middle-of-the-road Big 10 squad and ND is quantitatively better in virtually every respect.  That said, I can’t help but beam with pride at the intestinal fortitude ND displayed down the stretch with this one.  In particular, Jimmy Clausen displayed the attributes of a true leader, coming off the bench – injured – to lead the Irish on the longest game-winning drive in school history.  Kudos to you, Jimmy.  I still think you’re a douche – that obnoxious nodding at the end is totally uncalled for – but you’ve proven yourself one helluva gamer and I can’t help but respect that.

The bottom line is this is exactly the type of win that normally escapes the Irish, and we’re finally getting to see a team that’s learning how to win.  Keep in mind that this team was without it’s number one receiver and running back.  And it played with half a Jimmy Clausen.  Under the lights.  On ESPN.  On the road.  And pulled it off in the final seconds.  That’s some good shit.  I’m still not entirely sold on Weis’ ability as a college coach, but he’s certainly done enough to put his team in position to win each of its first four games, and he’s done plenty to compensate for a defense that appears half a step behind its opponents each week.  He deserves credit for that, no question.

Some other observations:

  • I miss Michael Floyd.  A lot.  But I loved watching his emotion as a cheerleader on the sidelines.
  • Golden Tate is the truth.  Get the ball in his hands as much as possible.
  • Kyle Rudolph is a monster beast ginormous man-child subhuman exclamation point.
  • Welcome back, Robert Hughes.  Please keep it up.
  • Duval Kamara is officially MIA.  Not only is he erratic in the receiving department, but the dude is experiencing plenty of brain farts as well that come in the form of flags for illegal formation.  Really?  Illegal formation?  Really?
  • Shaquelle Evans will have a good career at ND, but that interception of Clausen at the end of the first half would’ve been a touch if Floyd were in there.  Did I mention I miss Floyd?
  • I’d grade the offensive line a solid B.  Decent run-blocking but some pretty spotty pass blocking, if you ask me.
  • Speaking of which, did you notice how the Purdue defensive line looked like monsters compared to ND’s?  Something’s up here.
  • Dear Toryan Smith – I love the effort and the heart, but you’re simply too much of a liability, especially in the passing game.  Opponents pick on you every week because you’re clearly too slow to play in coverage.  I’m sorry, but you’re simply not the answer at middle linebacker.  Role player, yes.  Starter, absolutely not.  But please do keep up the fight.
  • Speaking of linebackers, another mediocre game from Brian Smith.  But, on the bright side, Darius Fleming played very well.  Here’s hoping that injury isn’t serious.
  • I like Nick Tausch.
  • I’m worried about Eric Maust.  Though he delivered when it counted, he’s been awfully inconsistent this year.
  • Robert Blanton = sophomore slump?
  • I’m tired of seeing Irish defenders bounce off tackles.  And I’m tired of seeing the linebackers and d-linemen swarm to blocks like moths to a flame.  Rarely do you see those guys actually shed a block to make a play.  Instead, they run straight at the block and get sucked up into it, never to be heard from again.
  • Dear Robby Parris – Atta boy!
  • What do you know?  You play Manti Te’o and he makes plays.  Hmmm….
  • What’s wrong with Harrison Smith?  Is he playing out of position?
  • I used to think Theo Riddick was gonna spring one this season, but then I saw him run straight into a kicker and began to think otherwise.
  • Finally, the zebras appeared to call a balanced game, which was a welcome sight.  Meanwhile, did anyone see the Hoosiers get homered by the refs at the Big House?  I’m starting to see a pattern here…

ND-Purdue Preview

Drawing conclusions just three games into the season is admittedly premature.  That said, it seems clear to me that we’ve got a pretty good grip on what this year’s Irish team is all about.  As Charlie Weis himself has said before, you are what you are folks.  And what the Irish are is a 2-1 squad with a very good offense, mediocre special teams, and a truly horrific defense.  Granted, they’re a blown call (or calls) away from 3-0 but they’re also one Kirk Cousins overthrow from 1-2, so 2-1 sounds about right.

The good news is that the Irish are playing a mediocre Purdue team that just lost to Northern Illinois.  But that’s pretty much where the good news stops.  The bad news, on the other hand, flows free and plenty.  That same Purdue team played a decent Oregon squad tough on the road, suggesting they’ve got something to give and can give it when properly motivated.  Naturally, there’s nothing like a visit from ND to get the troops fired up, particularly under the lights at home….on a nationally televised game brought to you by ESPN.  Plus, the Irish offense is going to be without its best offensive player (Michael Floyd, gone for the season), might be without a banged up Armando Allen, and will be led be a hobbled Jimmy Clausen (himself emerging as an all-world QB).  Add to the above the fact that the Purdue running game is a source of strength – which matches up perfectly with ND’s most glaring weakness on defense – and you’ve got the makings of a surprisingly tough game on the road for ND.

I say surprisingly because coming into the season the Irish were expected to easily steamroll Purdue.  Everyone marked this game up to an easy win, a warm-up of sorts for the USC game two weeks out.  (By the way, that Washington game just got a lot harder, didn’t it?).  Instead, I suspect the Boilermakers will put up quite the fight and, if history serves as a guide, they’ll get plenty of help from the goofs in stripes, who have made a habit of punishing the Irish every chance they get with brutal calls and non-calls  so far this season.  Seriously, the officiating has been atrocious this year, full stop.

All of the above makes this a tough game to call.  The guys over at the Gold Sheet have actually picked Purdue to upset the Irish in one of their “key releases” (basically their highest conviction calls).  And the spread has been narrowing throughout the week, starting at Irish by 8 before settling at 6.5.  That usually spells doom.  But the Gold Sheet folks don’t have the greatest track record in my book (I consult them every week for my Pick 5 and I always suck), and just because the spread is compressing doesn’t mean the Irish won’t still win.

In my view, this is a game where Weis can earn his paycheck from a coaching perspective.  What’s clear from the outset is that the Irish are the more talented squad, even with some of their top players on the shelf.  So now that Weis has won the talent war, he needs to win the strategic one, which will spell the difference in the end.  What this should involve is a battle for good old time of possession.  That is, Weis should do everything he can to keep his defense sidelined and let his big boys on the offensive line go to work on a suspect Purdue defense.  We all know the Irish can go lights out on offense but I’d argue they’d be better served here by taking things nice and slow.  Move the ball slowly and methodically down the field on the strength of your workhorses up front and a talented backfield that is deep enough to fill in for the injured Allen.  This will require less from an injured Clausen, and by milking the clock Weis can force the Boilermakers to go on the defensive when on offense by airing it out.  I’d much rather see ND’s secondary thwart an air attack led by a new QB and new coach rather than letting the running game gain any momentum.

Alas, my guess is things don’t go according to plan and this turns out to be a bit of a nail-biter.  The breaks just haven’t been going ND’s way and the intangibles are clearly stacked against them.  Plus, they have a frustrating history of playing down to their opponent’s level, and I can’t imagine why we’d expect anything different tomorrow.  So my prediction is that the Irish manage pull off the victory but not without a bit of a scare:  31-24.

Go Irish.

The (Mis)Valued Voter

The Values Voter Summit 2009 took place this past week in DC.  Followers of this here blog know that my standard reaction to such an event resembles a cross between uncontrollable laughter and dry heaving, which would normally manifest itself in the form of a bitterly sarcastic post.  But rather than attempting my own take, I’ll leave it to Rachel Maddow who does a decent wrap of her own:

Two things.  First, why is it that any reference to monkeys is automatically racist?  Now that we have a black president, are all monkey jokes totally off limits?  If so, that’s a shame because there are some good monkey jokes out there.  Second, can you believe how Mike Schwartz, chief of staff of Republican Senator Tom Coburn of Oklahoma, went off on a totally ridiculous tangent where he decided to use young boys’ general intolerance of homosexuality as a weapon of mass distortion to turn them against pornography.  As a refresher, read the below and let it sit for a minute:

All pornography is homosexual pornography because it turns your sexual drive inwards.  Now think about that.  And if you…tell an eleven-year-old boy about that, do you think he’s gonna want to go out and get a copy of Playboy?  I’m pretty sure he’ll lose interest.  That’s the last thing he wants.

His statements are so wonderfully obtuse that I don’t even know where to begin.  I’m speechless in my confusion that someone like this is given an audience.  Stupefied, I tell you!  Stupid dumb stupid!!!

I Just Can’t Quit You!

This is a great photo.  Obviously, it’s an emotional moment between a proud father and his son, who happens to be Jake Locker, quarterback of the Washington Huskies.  Surely, there was plenty to be proud about since the Huskies had just pulled off a shocking upset of the mighty USC Trojans.  Still, you’ve got to admit that this is one awkward shot!

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On a related note, as a devote Irish fan, I for one am not looking forward to October 3rd when the Irish take on the Huskies.  That Locker character is one heckuva a player that will undoubtedly give the porous Irish defense plenty of trouble.

And one more thing – for the OZ fans in the house, doesn’t Locker’s dad look like Seamus O’Reilly, the drunk father of that Irish snake Ryan O’Reilly?  Spitting image, I tell ya.

Slice Of Awesome – Ultimate Fighting Edition

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Perusing Vanity Fair

Henry Rollins wrote a fantastical love letter to conservative hothead Anne Coulter in the latest edition of Vanity Fair that makes for a fun, quick read.

My Ann was on Fox News with Geraldo Rivera. These two tele-titans were enlightening millions with their punditry par excellence when the topic turned to citizens bringing guns to events where our president is appearing. “More guns, less crime,” said my Annabananamarzipana, punching big gaping holes in my “Less guns, less crime” idea, part of my “No Bang, More Fun Theory.” Mr. Rivera nearly ate his mustache! This was about the time when my Ann said, “By the way, I’m more likely to be shot than the president.”

Girl, don’t you start! Don’t you ever think that you are more likely to be shot than our president or anyone else! Ann, darling, we need you! I need you more than fundraising Christian zealots need same-sex marriage! Even if some awful person out there wanted to assassinate you, think of all the people who would gladly throw themselves in front of that bullet. There’s at least one, with health care and good to go! Take it easy, hot thang!

The mag also had a sarcastic take on that wingnut Muammar Qaddafi and his completely ridiculous sense of style:

Drawing upon the influences of Lacroix, Liberace, Phil Spector (for hair), Snoopy, and Idi Amin, Libya’s leader – now in his 60s – is simply the most unabashed dresser on the world stage.  We pay homage to a sartorial genius of our time.

Seriously, what is it about megalomaniacs that causes them to dress in such outrageous fashion?  As if their behavior weren’t embarrassing enough!  And why are these morons allowed an audience at proper international events?  Listening to Qaddafi’s despicable speech in front of the U.N. yesterday made me want to put my fist through the television.  What a complete and total jackass.  Again, just a reminder that there is no justice in this world.

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Drawing upon the influences of Lacroix, Liberace, Phil Spector (for hair), Snoopy, and Idi Amin, Libya’s leader—now in his 60s—is simply the most unabashed dresser on the world stage. We pay homage to a sartorial genius of our time.

New Rule

Only awesome coaches are allowed to be dicks to the media.  Coaches whose defenses have been torched for 68 points and 900 yards the past two weeks forfeit all rights to stiff-arm correspondents during interview sessions.  Urban Meyer?  Carte blanche.  Pete Carroll?  Go for it, buddy.  Jon Tenuta?  Suck it up and deal.  We all have things about our jobs that we don’t like but most of us don’t pout about it in such blatant fashion.

And here’s a corollary to the above rule.  Media folks conducting interviews with dicks should grow spines and ask the tough questions.  Having a surly subject should provoke more badgering, not less.  There should be a strong correlation between how punchy an interviewee is and the level of difficulty and/or sensitivity of the questions posed.

Slice Of Awesome

Some Multimedia Quick Hits

I saw a trailer for Bruce Willis’ upcoming flick, The Surrogates, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the movie’s concept.  It strikes me as the brainchild of an SNL skit or something.  I can just imagine Bill Hader playing a Hollywood hustler pitching a movie idea to some studio bigwigs:  “You’ve got Bruce Willis fighting futuristic robots.  How can this not be gold?”.

This little brainstorm makes me wonder about how Clint Eastwood pitched his ideas for Million Dollar Baby and Gran Turino.  Clint: “I’ll play a cantankerous, tough old SOB who wanders into socially awkward subject matter and, it turns out, is a teddy bear deep down with a soft spot for (insert minority here).”

In TV news, I watched the series premiere of Community and liked it a lot.  I’ve always been a fan of Joel McHale (of Talk Soup fame) and I actually saw him once on a flight from Chicago to L.A., so naturally we’ve got a special bond since we breathed the same air for about four hours.  The show also stars John Oliver (of Daily Show fame) and the legendary Chevy Chase.  It appears to be a good, smart show, so I’m hoping it sticks.

Other reasons to be happy on the television front: Dexter makes its season four premiere on September 27th and Friday Night Lights returns on October 28th.  I’m giddy with excitement.

On the radio front, I’ve lightened up on the self-inflicted torture of listening to conservative talk radio.  One can only take so much of the myopic hatred being spewed by the likes of Mark Levin, Sean Hannity and Andrew Wilkow.  It’s pretty clear they each have an agenda that involves demonizing anyone who disagrees with the standard right-wing playbook.  I prefer my political hot air to be a bit more balanced.  Consequently, I searched around for other sources of background noise and am happy to report that I’ve rediscovered Howard Stern.  I’ve really been enjoying his show these past couple of weeks and am mad at myself for not coming back sooner.  One of the things that annoyed me about his show when he was on terrestrial radio was how ridiculously long his commercial breaks were; thankfully, those breaks are few and far between on Sirius, which makes me one happy consumer.  Other podcasts that I’ve rediscovered are ESPN’s BS Report and PTI as well as Adam Carolla’s show.  All good stuff that I recommend for anyone looking for some fun running dialogue on all things sports, movies, pop culture, etc.

Three things that made me laugh recently:

  1. Dan Le Batard on the Lamar Odom-Khloe Kardashian engagement: “It’s perfect.  You’ve got the third-best Laker with the third-best Kardashian sister”.  Booyah!
  2. A sarcastic Howard Stern on global warming: “Me, I’m trying to enlarge my carbon footprint so people remember me when I die.  I’m working on my legacy here!”.
  3. Rachel Maddow on crazy Glenn Beck: “The sous chef of politics as performance art.”

Brilliant idea of the week (from Bill Simmons):

One very easy way to make the WNBA relevant would be to lower the rims.  They already use smaller balls to adjust to the smaller hands of women, so why not lower the rims as part of a similar effort?  That way, the game would go from a snoozefest of jump-ball tie-ups, rebounds that take too long, and layups of junior high quality to Sportscenter-worthy highlight reels of monster dunks.

Kirk Cameron And The Origin Of Stupidity

This is fantastic.  The below clip is Kirk Cameron (former child TV star turned evangelist) bemoaning the celebration of Darwin’s theory of evolution.  The video is brutal on so many levels (specifically, on the intellectual one), but it’s worth watching because….

…the retort by some enterprising (and pretty hot) vlogger makes for some fun YouTubing.

Slice Of Awesome

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Today’s Moment Of Zen

Random Thoughts

Michael Vick gets to speak to schoolkids about peer pressure, but the right-wing wingnuts throw a conniption if President Obama wants to speak – from experience – about the benefits of education and hard work.  Something is seriously wrong with this picture.

Bathroom doors should open from the inside-out.  It’s so not cool to have to reach for a door handle after washing your hands.  It would be much better to simply give a shoulder lean to open the door as you exit, leaving the germs to come off in the wash or on the cheek of the poor schmuck you hug later that day.

I listened to snippets of that Whitney Houston-Oprah Winfrey love-fest, er, interview the other day and threw up in my mouth.  Twice.

Airline pilots and flight attendants should make concerted efforts to minimize in-flight announcements.  Nobody likes having a movie or snooze interrupted by worthless drivel and/or umpteen seatbelt announcements at the slightest whiff of turbulence.  Too bumpy?  Just turn on the fasten seatbelt sign and leave it at that.  Those dumb enough not to know any better should be punished anyway.  A thinning of the herd, if you will.  Flights with multiple languages are the worst on this account.  For example, Singapore-Tokyo has announcements made in English, then Japanese, then Chinese.  Ugh.  Unless we’re taking a dive and I need to know I’ve got thirty seconds to live, just leave me alone so I can peacefully suffer through movies like The Proposal.

As if we needed more reason to despise Kanye West, he gave us that brutal moment at the MTV Video Music Awards this week where he totally stole Taylor Swift’s thunder.  And then he did this.  With mockingly serious raised fist, I shout, “Damn you, Kanye!  Damn you!”.  Seriously, that guy’s the worst.  I totally agree with Obama’s assessment of that jackass.

The Ellis Lanksder stuttering press conference was kinda funny, but I felt more bad than amused.  Poor guy.  If there were such a thing as justice in this world, he’d be given the home addresses of each douchebag that belittled him on the YouTube comment feed under the video.  That way, he could dedicate his entire offseason to tracking each of them down and beating the ever-loving shit out of them.  And he’d film the whole thing so he could post each beatdown on YouTube.  Yeah, that’s the ticket!

Here’s a question – who was the bigger buffoon in front of a microphone this week?  Michael Jordan or Kanye West.  Be like Mike?  No thanks.

Dennis Miller should be more popular than he is.  Sharp, witty and able to speak to a wide range of topics.  He’s partisan, to be sure, but at least he’s thoughtful and normal in the way he goes about it.  And he’s able to make his points without hyperventilating.  Come to think of it, he’s kinda like the anti-Beck.

Dare I say that I suspect Ellen Degeneres will be a huge upgrade over Paula Abdul on American Idol?  And dare I wonder why I care?

Luckily, the incomparable Garrison Keillor survived a stroke last week in relatively good form.  Thank goodness for that.  The man’s a literary gift whose voice I hope to enjoy for many years to come.

Slice Of Awesome

A buddy snapped this photo while at Lambeau Field last night for the Packers-Bears game.

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Quote Of The Week

Jay Leno during a (stunted) interview with Bob Costas on Sunday:

I watched Brett Favre today. Very impressive. Went the whole game without retiring.

Down With Vick Part II

Adding to my post on the topic from a couple weeks back, a buddy of mine forwarded me this article about Michael Vick the other day that I highly recommend.  It’s written by a co-founder of Best Friends Animal Society, which is a non-profit animal welfare group that has cared for some of the Michael Vick dogs.  In my view, this piece is spot-on in both its assessment of Vick as a person as well as its questioning of the NFL and the Philadelphia Eagles.  Really good stuff.

Vick may have paid his legal debt to society, but how does one begin to assess his heart and mind when he has done little more than say what he had to say to get his job back?

More than anything, this episode demonstrates what little regard our society has for nonhuman life. We compartmentalize violent, antisocial behavior according to the species of the victim.

Vick personally drowned, electrocuted with jumper cables, and body-slammed dogs to death, when he could have paid a veterinarian to put them down with lethal injections. After all, he paid someone to meticulously remove the teeth – roots and all – of Georgia, one of the dogs now at Best Friends, so she could be bred without endangering her male partner.

Would someone who expressed that level of aggression and violence against another person, even without a death involved, ever be considered for immediate readmission to professional sports?

By the way, I donate to Best Friends and you should too.  There’s nothing better than good people doing good work.

The Couch Versus The Bleacher Seat

Bill Simmons had a fun warmup to this year’s NFL season in which he provided a handful of funny insights.  Included among them was the below take on why it sucks to attend an NFL game live, something with which I’m in total agreement.

Prediction VI: Blackouts of home games will become the signature media story of the 2009 season. You’ll hear way too much about it. Here’s my take: This isn’t about the economy. It’s about the fact that it’s more fun to stay home and watch football than it is to sit in crappy seats to watch any team ranging from “lousy” to “mediocre.” It just is. For many fan bases, here are the two choices every Sunday:

Door No. 1 (more expensive): Traffic, parking, long walk to stadium, lousy seats, lifeless state-of-the-art arena, TV timeouts, dead crowds, drunk/bitter fans, more TV timeouts, hiked-up concession prices, PDAs with jammed signals as you’re searching for scores, even more TV timeouts, long walk to car, even more traffic.

Door No. 2 (less expensive): Sofa, NFL package, HD, fantasy scores online, remote control toggling, gambling, access to scores, seven straight hours of football, cell phone calls, beer and food in fridge, no traffic.

I can see going through Door No. 1 once a year just to remind yourself that going to an NFL game sucks. But eight times a year? Unless you had good seats, or unless this was your only excuse to get out of your house and get plastered, why would you? It’s a blue-collar sport with white-collar ticket prices. This blackout trend would have happened whether the economy was suffering or not.

Irish Postgame Wrap

Well, so much for that.  My one-game streak of successful prognosticating came to a screeching halt today.  Wow, what a kick in the nuts that game was.  If you would’ve told me that the Irish would put up 490 yards of total offense while scoring 34 points, Jimmy Clausen would throw for 336 yards and 3 touchdowns with no picks, Golden Tate would catch nine passes for 115 yards and two touchdowns, Michael Floyd would go 7-131 and a touch, Armando Allen would rush for 139 yards and a touch, Clausen would not be sacked once, the Irish would go 4-5 in the red zone, and the Irish defense would have ten tackles for loss, two sacks and a pick, I would’ve pretty much guaranteed an Irish victory.  Instead, the Michigan Wolverines managed to make the plays that needed to be made and sent a dejected Irish squad home with a 38-34 loss.

A few observations:

  • The Irish should’ve won this game.  They were the better team, hands down.  If they play this game ten times in a row, the Irish take eight out of ten from Michigan.
  • This loss is not on Weis or Jimmy.  Though Weis had some questionable calls (particularly down the stretch), I thought he called a great game on balance.  And Jimmy put in yet another superb performance.  He had some rather uncharacteristic misses on a few routes, but he played a smart game and put the ball where it needed to be about 90% of the time.  Plus, he avoided the rush masterfully and went another game with no picks.
  • Speaking of Jimmy, his stats so far this year: 651 yards passing, 7 touchdowns, no picks.  By comparison, Colt McCoy has thrown for 654 yards, 5 touchdowns and 2 picks.  Tim Tebow has thrown for 425 yards, 5 touchdowns and no picks.  Jimmy is the real deal and should absolutely be getting some Heisman love this year, though I’m sure he’ll be dinged because his team can’t dig down and pull out tough victories, despite the fact that he does plenty to put his team in a position to win.
  • The Irish offense has arrived and is legit top-ten caliber.  The defense, shall we say, is still on its way.  It seems pretty clear that the Irish are going to have to straight up outscore their opponents if they stand a chance of winning this year.
  • Hats off to Tate Forcier.  He strikes me as one of those guys who’s totally unlikable, but the dude’s a baller who will be a thorn in the Irish side for the next three years.  Freshman or not, he was a total force this game and the sole reason Michigan pulled off the victory.  And that move on Darius Flemming that left the Irish LB searching for his jock while Tate scrambled 41 yards was sensational.
  • Hats off to Dick Rod as well.  He called a smart and opportunistic game for which Jon Tenuta had no answer.  He’s still a Dick, though.
  • The glaring weakness of this Irish squad is their run defense.  They simply do not have the size and (surprisingly) speed along the front seven to stop opponents’ rushing attacks.
  • I was surprised by how poorly the Irish secondary played.  I guess scrambling QBs end up making higher percentage throws because they’re able to buy time for their wideouts to get open, but I would’ve expected better coverage out of the Irish DBs.  Walls had a brutal game and I have no idea why the coaching staff would prefer McNeil over Blanton.  As one of the team’s true playmakers and a strong tackler, Blanton should be on the field as much as possible.
  • Speaking of the secondary, I’m tired of seeing Sergio Brown go all spaghetti-armed and get bounced off of people he’s trying to tackle.  I’d like to see Jamoris Slaughter or Gary Gray get more looks at the nickel back, as they’re both much better tacklers.
  • The defensive line is simply not good.  Ethan Johnson is playing way out of position, the Kerry Neal project has been a total failure, Ian Williams pulls off some great disappearing acts, and Kapron Lewis-Moore is playing about a year too early in his progression.  They should move Johnson back to DE, rotate Neal with Lewis-Moore at the other spot, and team Ian Williams up in the middle with Hafis Williams, with both players being spelled by Brandon Newman and Tyler Stockton.  Just put some big bodies in the middle there and hope they can at least occupy some blocks to free up the LBs to make plays.
  • Speaking of the LBs, Brian Smith pulled off another disappearing act after talking plenty of smack in the pregame.  This is reminiscent of how he was nowhere to be found last year at BC.  And what’s with starting Manti Te’o and then sitting him for the better part of the game after the first series?  Seriously, WTF?
  • The officiating was the worst I’ve seen in a long while.  I hesitate to blame the loss on the zebras, but they did plenty to help Michigan along.  You know how they say a ref could call holding on every play if he wanted to?  Well, they wanted to today, particularly when the Irish had the ball.  Armando Allen gets a TD called back for sniffing the sideline.  Michael Floyd gets pushed down by a DB following a tackle right in front of a referee and gets no flag.  Golden Tate was basically hugged by the Michigan secondary the entire game but only gets one pass interference call.  Just brutal.
  • Aside from the penalties (some of the phantom variety), I thought the Irish offensive line did a great job, keeping Jimmy upright most of the game and opening up enough holes for Armando Allen to put up the best game of his career.
  • Michael Floyd is a total stud.  He was abusing Boubacar Cissoko the entire game.  The kid got absolutely destroyed by Floyd.  I’m wondering why Weis didn’t keep going to that well.  Each time Jimmy saw Floyd matched up in man-to-man, he should’ve checked out of the play and just thrown Floyd’s way.  That play was money all game long.
  • Ben Turk, put away that redshirt and start warming up that leg.

Despite the extraordinary disappointment this game represents, not all hope is lost.  The arrow on the Irish is still pointing up, and if they can find a way to bounce back next week against MSU, then they still have a good shot at finishing the season 10-2.  It’s a bit disconcerting, though, how Weis’ Irish squads don’t seem to have the fortitude to reach down and pull out the tough victories.  Add this game to last year’s UNC, Syracuse and Pitt games as examples where the Irish demonstrated an inability to hunker down and pull off the win when their backs were against the wall.  As it turns out, the incomparable Kirk Herbsteit was right when he predicted before the season started that this game would represent a critical turning point for the Irish.  If they can rally around this heartbreak and pull off a string of victories ahead of the USC visit, then things will turn out just fine for the Irish.  If they don’t, this thing could go off the rails pretty quickly.

ND-Michigan Preview

Feeling a wee bit cocky and self-assured following the success of my Irish pick last week, I’ve decided to don my tin foil hat and peer into the crystal ball again this week.  Of course, one week doesn’t a trend make, but I’m going to work under the assumption that my skills at prognostication have finally begun to materialize after years of abject failure.

This is an interesting game on a host of levels, not least of involves the fact that ND-Michigan is one of the game’s all-time great rivalries.  Traditional and historical significance aside, what I find most intriguing about this match-up is that it involves two teams that are at a bit of a crossroads and have embattled coaches leading the way.  Mired in off-field controversy, Michigan is trying to find its identity as a program.  It’s young in talent as well as system (this being head coach Rich Rodriguez’s second season), and there are plenty of holes in the roster thanks to attrition (which came in the form of several offseason transfers that included the starting RB and QB) and injury (WR Junior Hemingway and DB Boubacar Cissoko are rumored to be out, and RB Brandon Minor is banged up).  The reality is that, while Michigan is normally expected to compete each and every year, the program is in the midst of a rebuilding cycle.  Knowing that, the reasonable part of Wolverine nation set expectations fairly low this year, knowing that RichRod probably needs a solid three years or so to get his type of kids into the system before a fair judgment could be made.  In the meantime, Michigan should be expected to take its fair share of lumps just as ND has done these past few years as Weis attempted to rebuild a program gutted by the ineptitude of the Willingham regime.  However, a fairly convincing win over Western Michigan has breathed new life into the Michigan faithful, and the lingering euphoria has sent expectations sky high.  For example, I gave a quick check of the Michigan fan site thewolverine.com and five of their six analysts predicted a Wolverine victory this weekend.

Well, those analysts are wrong.  And here’s why.  Something that should be obvious to anyone taking a reasonable approach to handicapping this game is that the Irish are simply the better team.  They are more experienced, they are more polished, they are deeper, and for once in a long while, they have athletes that are on par with those churned out in Ann Arbor.  I’m not saying that the Irish are necessarily more athletic, but at least they don’t need to worry about being “out-athleted” by opponents like Michigan anymore, this thanks to Charlie Weis and his staff’s extraordinary recruiting prowess over the past few years.  The Irish not only have a fairly established team that is coalescing nicely, but they’ve also got two of the best schemers in the game in Charlie Weis and Jon Tenuta.  Plus, the Irish have the added motivation of redemption, not only in the eyes of a still skeptical nation but also in their own minds, for their last visit to the Big House resulted in a 38-0 shallacking.  During that game, a freshman Jimmy Clausen spent the majority of the time on his back, and the Wolverines were unforgiving in pouring salt on the wounds of a rebuilding Irish squad.  Make no mistake, that will reverse itself this go-around.

This year, in my estimation, will be very different indeed.  Michigan is led by two very athletic yet very young quarterbacks.  Two freshmen, to be exact.  True freshman.  One of whom, Tate Forcier, has an incredibly cheesy website that makes me despise him even more.  These two young ‘uns are playing in their first legitimately competitive college football game, and in  an atmosphere as tense as can be.  And they’re playing against a defense that has its fair share of bonafide studs coming off a shutout of a decent offensive squad in Nevada.  Tenuta’s gameplan will involve plenty of blitzing and will undoubtedly throw a lot of different looks at the freshmen to confuse them.  My guess is the Irish stack the box with eight guys on most plays, moving SS Kyle McArthy up to play as a fourth LB to guard not only against the run but to also serve as a spy on the QB when Brian Smith is otherwise occupied.  That will force Michigan to beat the Irish through the air, which won’t happen.  I’ll take the likes of Blanton/McNeil/Walls/Gray over the Michigan receiving corps anyday.  Just picture it – the Irish DBs (among the best in the nation) jamming the shorthanded Michigan receivers and blanketing them across the field, while a scrambling freshman QB attempts to find them while under extreme duress.  Not gonna happen.  At least not often it won’t.

Meanwhile, the Irish offense will continue to solidify under an emerging Heisman candidate in Jimmy Clausen.  I predict another solid offensive showing, with the Tate/Floyd combo proving lethal once again.  I also expect to see a better game out of Armando Allen as well as a healthy dosage of Jonas Gray, making a victorious homecoming of sorts for the Detroit native.

This game will turn out to be a bit more lopsided than most expect.  The Irish offense will undoubtely continue to impress.  But more importantly, the defense will sustain its dominance from last week, and I’m guessing the Michigan offense will put the ball on the ground twice and toss up another couple of gifts to boot.  The Michigan QBs will pull off a few athletic plays but will find themselves overwhelmed by the Irish defense more often than not.  (By the way, I also predict a fair amount of trickery as Michigan tries to pull out all stops; an onside kick to start the game perhaps?).  Rodriguez would be best-served lining up and trying to smash it down the middle part of the Irish D, as they’ve shown weakness along the front four (Ethan Johnson, by the way, is playing out of position as a DT when he’s a natural DE).  Instead, Rodriguez will play the stubborn card and stick to what his offense is supposed to be.  And his team will lose as a result.  Michigan will be good again, but it won’t be this year.  They’re simply too young and too confused.  And the Irish are due for a little comeuppance.  Though the game will start off seeming evenly-matched, the Irish will pull away and come out of Ann Arbor with a score that suggests the game was closer than it was.  I’m thinking something along the lines of 27-14, which will help establish the Irish as legit contenders this year.  However, the party will likely be subdued with MSU on the docket for the following Saturday.  That, I’m afraid, will be a different story entirely for the Irish.  In the meantime, at least, we can rejoice in the suffering of the Skunkbears!

Dear Bill Simmons

As loyal readers of Eddyfication know, I’m a fan of ESPN’s Bill Simmons (otherwise known as the Sports Guy).  He’s a very popular blogger who has plenty of witty observations about life, sports and pop culture.  Basically, he gets paid lots of money to do exactly what I do for fun.  Bastard.

Anyhow, he recently ran a piece where he slammed the beautiful game (aka credit card roulette), so I took it upon myself to write him a little note, which I’ve included below (notice I softened the battlefield a little bit first).  He occasionally runs a mailbag post where he answers readers’ emails, so we’ll see if he gives us any love.

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Hey Bill,

Long time reader, first time writer.  Love your stuff, even though I go green with envy each time I read one of your pieces (this coming from a recreational blogger and sports fan).  In any event, I wanted to comment on two things you recently brought up.  First, I love your renewed interest in soccer and enjoyed the interview you did with Alexi Lalas.  In that conversation, you marveled at the size of some of the players, having undoubtedly expected soccer players to be wimpy little crybabies (the standard critique of the uninitiated American).  To add to your list of physical specimens in the sport, you should consider the fiery Frenchman Zinadine Zidane.  I met him once a couple years back (along with the entire Real Madrid squad) and was taken aback by his size.  The dude is a rock solid 6’4.  And he’s got shoulders to spare, which helps explain why he was so masterful at shielding defenders.  By the way, I also met David Beckham that day, who himself surprised me with his height (a good 6’2).  I recall one of your recent BS Reports commenting on some people being unexpectedly tall, so figured that was worth noting.  For some reason I expected Beckham to be the Tom Cruise of soccer stars (turns out that designation was reserved for Michael Owen, who stood 5’5 at best).

Second, I wanted to touch on your recent Vegas piece.  My usual practice of nodding in agreement with pretty much everything you say came to a screeching halt when you warned against credit card roulette.  I disagree wholeheartedly with your take on the game.  As justification for such a stance, I’d like to recommend that you read a post of mine (http://eddyfication.com/2009/08/31/the-beautiful-game-2/) that recollected a CCR event some buddies and I had when we all got together recently for a wedding weekend.  The photo alone does plenty to make my case.  As I described in my post, “The half-closed eyes, white-knuckled fists, and mouth agape in full-throated victory yell speak to the intensity of the moment.  How often does the average guy get to experience such unmitigated, competitive rapture?”.

I have faith you’ll see the light on this one, my friend.

Keep up the good work.

Cheers,
Eddy

Motivated Reasoning

Read an interesting article in the IHT today about something called motivated reasoning, which is basically the tendency for belief to persist even in the face of overwhelming contrary evidence.  This certainly helps explain things like the stubborn myopia of people like Sean Hannity and the curious faith underpinning religious belief.

When we contemplate contradictions in the rhetoric of the opposition party’s candidate, the rational centers of our brains are active, but contradictions from our own party’s candidate set off a different reaction: the emotional centers light up and levels of feel-good dopamine surge.

With our rational faculties muted, sometimes the unwelcome evidence doesn’t even register, and sometimes we use marvelous logic to get around the facts.

In one study, Republicans who blamed Saddam Hussein for the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, were presented with strong counterevidence, including a statement from President George W. Bush absolving Hussein. But most of the people in the study went on blaming Hussein anyway, as the researchers report in the current issue of Sociological Inquiry.

Some of the people ignored or rejected the counterevidence; some “counterargued” that Hussein was evil enough to do it; some flatly said they were entitled to counterfactual opinions. And some came up with an especially creative form of motivated reasoning that the psychologists labeled “inferred justification”: because the United States went to war against Hussein, the reasoning went, it must therefore have been provoked by his attack on Sept. 11.

Random Japan

I thought this was a cute moment between a father and son, so I snapped their photo while waiting for a train in the Tokyo subway.  I love the almost matching hats and the identical “Asian crouch”.  Good stuff.

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Stop And Hear The Music

Grandma came through with another great story for the blog today.  A couple years ago, the Washington Post came up with an idea.  Place a world-renowned violinist in a DC metro station, have him play a highly complicated piece of music on an antique violin worth millions of dollars…and see if anyone stops to take notice.

Each passerby had a quick choice to make, one familiar to commuters in any urban area where the occasional street performer is part of the cityscape: Do you stop and listen? Do you hurry past with a blend of guilt and irritation, aware of your cupidity but annoyed by the unbidden demand on your time and your wallet? Do you throw in a buck, just to be polite? Does your decision change if he’s really bad? What if he’s really good? Do you have time for beauty? Shouldn’t you? What’s the moral mathematics of the moment?

On that Friday in January, those private questions would be answered in an unusually public way. No one knew it, but the fiddler standing against a bare wall outside the Metro in an indoor arcade at the top of the escalators was one of the finest classical musicians in the world, playing some of the most elegant music ever written on one of the most valuable violins ever made. His performance was arranged by The Washington Post as an experiment in context, perception and priorities — as well as an unblinking assessment of public taste: In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?

It really is a fascinating little social experiment.  I wonder, though, if the disinterest shown by most of the commuters was more a function of their lack of familiarity with the musician, and classical music in general, than a genuine lack of appreciation for everyday beauty.

Whatever the case, a cool story indeed.

The Japanese Take On Failure

Read an interesting article yesterday about the stifling role shame can play in the Japanese economy.  It also does a good job of describing why I sometimes refer to Japan as a socialist country, a notion that may grow more overt with the recent DPJ victory.

In Japan…failure traditionally carries a deeper stigma, an enduring shame that limits the appetite for risk, in the view of many of the nation’s cultural observers. This makes the Japanese far less comfortable with choices that increase the prospect of failure, even if they promise greater potential gains.

Eye Black Douchebags

In the game of college football, an easy way to distinguish oneself as a douchebag is to write special little notes in one’s eye black (the black paint that players put under their eyes to help reduce glare).  Reggie Bush – my most hated college football player ever – used to put his hometown’s area code under his eyes, perhaps representing the height of lameness.  Tim Tebow puts bible verses in his eye paint, demonstrating an almost equal amount of lameness.  His preferred eye decoration lately has been “3:16″.  This is in reference to John 3:16, which reads:

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Given the hero-worship all around him, I bet somewhere deep down Tebow is convinced that this passage is referring to him somehow.

Then there’s Terrell Pryor, Ohio State’s talented quarterback, who decided this past weekend to include the name “Vick” under one of his eyes.  And he followed it up with this quote:

I always looked up to Mike Vick and I always will, because I still think he is one of the best quarterbacks…Not everybody is the perfect person in the world. Everyone does — kills people, murders people, steals from you, steals from me. I just feel that people need to give him a chance.

So everyone kills, murders and steals?  Good to know.  Obviously, Pryor has a bit of a warped view of the world.  Or he’s just a moron.

Slice Of Awesome

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Insights Worth Sharing

Someone forwarded me the below list of random thoughts/observations the other day.  I have no idea who wrote the original, but some of this stuff is pure gold.  I’m bummed that I didn’t beat the author to the punch because I’ve entertained some of these exact same thoughts before.

Example:

My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would happen
if you ran over a ninja?” How the hell do I respond to that?

I highly recommend anyone looking to procrastinate for about ten minutes today to review this list.  I guarantee a handful of good chuckles will come of it.  Enjoy!

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I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.

More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think
about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own
story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize
you’re wrong.

I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have
fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when
they’ve invented the lighter?

Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going
in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going?
But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from
which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or
phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no
one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching
directions on the sidewalk.

That’s enough, Nickelback.

I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was
younger.

The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This
recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be
ending a work email with the phrase “Regards” again.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work?
You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the
problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix
the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just
figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.

There is a great need for sarcasm font.

Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and
suddenly realize I had no idea what the fuck was going on when I first saw
it.

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes
stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes
shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right
parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond
earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.

The other night I hit a new low at an open bar. I had already hopped on
highway blackout when, inevitably I had to find a bathroom. Eventually I
decided it was probably on the other side of the bar so I tried to walk
over there, but ran into a guy coming the other way. We played that, Both
go left, Both go right game to no avail, so I finally put out my hand to
guide myself past and that’s is when I realized, yup, that’s a mirror I
just tried to walk through. And the guy on the other side is me. Even cats
can re cognize their own image.

How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take
2 trips to bring my groceries in.

I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your
computer history if you die.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a
text.

A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread
of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

Was learning cursive really necessary?

Lol has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to
say”.

I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test
is absolutely petrifying.

My brother’s Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing
as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the
name. He explained, “Cuz we beat you, and you hate us.” Classy, bro.

Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I
hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.

How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and
smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?

I love the sense of camaraderie when a n entire line of cars teams up to
prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using ‘as in’ examples, I
will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had
to spell my boss’s last name to an attorney and said “Yes that’s G as
in…(10 second lapse)..ummm…Goonies”

What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each
other?

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively
swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know
how to get out of my neighborhood.

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person
died.

I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower
first and THEN turn on the water.

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and
you can wear them forever.

I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

Bad decisions make good stories

Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is
public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB
gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!

Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?

If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would
probably just be completely invisible.

Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around
and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous?
Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when
you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for
the rest of the day.

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to
have to restart my collection.

There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to
die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I
want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did
not make any changes to.

“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.

I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV.
There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I
keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a
matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be
friends after this?’

While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and
USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when
Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!),
but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to
voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run
away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing
anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t
already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I
like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for
pedophiles…

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no
matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know
what time it is.

It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer
when they call.

I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find
out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact
that I was not aware of my condition in college.

Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with
it.

Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in
a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d
bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away,
in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…

My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would happen
if you ran over a ninja?” How the hell do I respond to that?

It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link
takes me to a video instead of text.

I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive
behind obeys the speed limit.

I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday
night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they
had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at
the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then
estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a
large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like
being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.

Pepsuber!

Catcerto

Grandma sent along this link to a “catcerto”, which is the creation of a Lithuanian composer who gave a cat’s random piano key punches full orchestral support.  If you can manage an open mind, it actually kinda works.

Stressed Out In Singapore

I returned home to Tokyo last night after a fairly grueling six days of class in Singapore.  As some of you know, I’m currently studying for my MBA at the University of Chicago, which has a campus in Singapore (as well as London).  Beyond the great reputation of the school, one of the things that appealed to me about the program was the fact that I would receive the same MBA as the full-time students even though my program is an executive one (which is designed for mid-career working professionals).  Naturally, this means that the executive curriculum is essentially the same as the full-time one, which means our one-week modules are highly compressed and action-packed.  Each day lasts about twelve hours on average (9 AM to 9 PM), though sitting with study groups until the wee hours isn’t out of the question.  So what I figured initially was a strength of the program has turned out, in a practical sense, to be a total pain in the ass.  If anything, this little endeavor will be quite the lesson in time management.

The madness of this program really struck home as I walked back to my hotel after a thirteen hour day of statistics and microeconomics on Friday.  I was fried, tired and dreading the massive tuition check that I had just realized was due the following week.  And as I noodled Bernoulli functions and the deadweight losses that arise in the presence of price controls, I was enveloped by a crowd of happy-go-lucky Singaporeans who had flooded the streets to celebrate the end of another workweek.  As I weaved my way through the jolly crowd, I was overwhelmed by a sense of jealousy, for not only did I have no plans for the evening to blow off any steam, but I had another solid ten hours of class ahead of me the next day (Saturday).  It was around this time that I began to question my own sanity.

The world, however, was made right upon my return to Tokyo.  Though the trip back to the city from the airport was stupid long (as always), I finally made it back to our little part of town around 5 PM last night.  My two lovely ladies, Lizzi and Hurley, greeted me outside of the Grand Hyatt (where the bus drops me off), which was a beautiful sight to see.  Lizzi was glowing and Hurley damn near passed out with excitement to see her dad again.  Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever been greeted with such an outrageous display of giddiness in my life.  If Hurley were a human, she would’ve caused quite the socially unacceptable scene.  Jumping, crying, licking.  It was a mess.  But since she’s a cute little dog, people just stopped and awed at the adorable little furball caught in a state of ecstatic oblivion.  Speaking of Hurley, I’m writing this while sipping some wine on our balcony on a pleasant Tokyo night, and she’s staring at me through the glass door with a tennis ball in her mouth.  Is she trying to tell me something?  In any event, once we made it back to the apartment, Lizzi poured some cold Miller Lite in frosty mugs, grilled up some superb turkey burgers, and fired up the Slingbox so we could watch the Irish destroy Nevada.  All in all, a great ending to a challenging week.

By the way, I noticed a few random things while in Singapore.  To begin with, it finally hit me how ridiculously cold all the buildings are in the city.  Everywhere you go, you are guaranteed to be greeted by a wall of frigid cold air upon entering a building.  I sit in class all day freezing my ass off, and my walks home are punctuated by blasts of cold air as I walk past buildings with open doors.  Maybe they do it to compensate for the typically hot, muggy climate in Singapore, but my guess is they’re guilty of some overreaching here.  I can’t imagine what some of those electricity bills look like, and I can’t help but wonder if the Singaporeans are at all interested in reducing their carbon footprint a la the Japanese.  I also saw a lot of random t-shirt/person combos that didn’t quite seem to match; that is, I observed several older, scraggly looking women with t-shirts that didn’t quite match their demeanor.  One particularly miserable-looking woman had a t-shirt on that read “I’m not Irish, but kiss me anyway”.  Another nasty-looking woman had a shirt that read “My dream is to be yours.”  I was also taken aback by the ringtone of another older, drab-looking woman who was an airport employee parked on the gangway leading to the plane.  She couldn’t have looked more boring and uninteresting.  But as I made my way past her, her mobile phone began ringing to the sound of C&C Music Factory’s Everybody Dance Now.  The scene was just as incongruous as it would be if George Will’s ringtone were set to 50 Cent or Eminem.  Just not quite what one expects, but kind of fun since it elicits a nice little giggle.

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I hate to say I told ya so….

Clausen’s Qb rating?  304.  And Sam Bradford went down with an injury in OU’s loss to BYU(?).  Any room for Jimmy at the top now?

Mark May’s excuse for picking Nevada to spring the upset?  “They had the 119th-ranked pass defense last year….”.  Making excuses just like I suspected he would.

Lou Holtz’s response to him?  “Well, why’d you pick ‘em to win?”.  Great question, Lou.  Great question.

Go Irish!

Slice Of Awesome

Finally, a reasonable demand is made of President Obama at one of those stupid healthcare town halls.

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Playing WTF? With Japanese Politics

As I alluded to in my Irish season preview, the wife of the new Japanese prime minister, Miyuki Hatoyama, holds some very bizarre beliefs.  Not only does she believe that she’s been flown to Venus on an alien ship, but she also claims to have known Tom Cruise in a previous life (he was Japanese, of course) and to regularly  “eat the sun”.  Plus, she considers herself a “life composer” and has written a book entitled Very Strange Things I’ve Encountered.

These revelations come on the back of a piece that Prime Minister Hatoyama wrote in advance of his party’s inevitable election victory last week.  In the piece, Mr. Hatoyama basically argued that Japan would be better served by turning its back on globalization and turning even more insular as it looks to generate social harmony.

If we look back on the changes in Japanese society that have occurred since the end of the cold war, I believe it is no exaggeration to say that the global economy has damaged traditional economic activities and destroyed local communities.

Clearly, Mr. Hatoyama either doesn’t quite understand the nuances of international trade or he’s intentionally (and blissfully) ignorant to the obvious benefits of globalization as he tries to play to his political base (note his Democratic Party of Japan is decidedly leftist, this for a country that is already heaps more socialist than China).  Someone should remind Mr. Hatoyama that the only reason Japan currently ranks as the second-wealthiest country in the world is because it mastered an export-led manufacturing model that turned out to be wildly successful.  Such a model would’ve failed miserably in the absence of globalization.  Plain and simple.  Think about the success companies like Toyota, Honda, Canon and Sony have achieved over the years, and now try to imagine such successes in the absence of an ability to export those companies’ products overseas thanks to a globally competitive marketplace.  And now try to imagine the millions of Japanese jobs indirectly and directly supported by those companies (factory workers eat at restaurants which buy food from vendors who buy food from farmers and so on).

So not only does Hatoyama seem to embrace an economic theory devoid of reason, but he’s also married to a woman who appears more than slightly off-kilter (one’s choice in a spouse surely speaks volumes).  After years of ineptitude, it doesn’t look like Japan has any reason to believe its political leadership will turn the corner and start making sense anytime soon.

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