Thursday, September 29, 2005
S-E now leads the league and has broken the school shutout record, with 6 shutouts, 8 goals scored against it, and 34 goals scored.
Look, the guys in maroon are (almost) all blonde:
Hey, where's the ball?
Close . . .
Thomas Sowell points out that "No Blood for Oil" applies only in certain circumstances. Regarding CAFE standards, the chanters happily trade blood for oil. Make cars lighter and flimsier so they are less safe in a crash, and force people to drive smaller vehicles that get more MPG. So what if more people die. People are the scourge of the earth, anyway.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
It wasn't a surprise to find crab sculptures in Maryland, but it certainly was a surprise to run into Albie, the racist dragon! (He keeps his back turned to the blue dragon behind him, because it's different to him.)
Here's the view from behind a waterfall that's part of a whole complex of man-made pools and falls in the Inner Harbor.
This meeting lasted for the whole weekend; every time we went by, they were still at it. In fact, I'll bet they are still meeting.
Here are Caleb and Aurora enjoying a ride around the harbor on the water taxi.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Now is your chance to bid on EBay for "the ultimate hippie vacation," an adventure trip to who-knows-where in the bus shown above. (If you go to the link, scroll up the page -- for some reason, the link makes it open to the bottom.) Of course, there are a couple of minor drawbacks: you will be expected to sell tie-dyed t-shirts for food and gas money, and the brother-in-law shown in the picture comes with the vacation package as driver. From the information on the auction site, he seems to be, perhaps, a mite unpredictable. But that's what adventures are for!
I'm having a hard time figuring out how to align the pictures and write things next to them. But you guys all know what these are. Wakefield and Mirabelli coming to the bullpen. (Amid huge excitement from the fan. That was the first sign that the game was going to go on. ) Then the blurry one is Wakefield jogging. Kendra and I soaked but really happy. I have some other pictures of people up at bat, but they are very small. We had a really good time. The game was delayed for an hour, so we had to leave before the end of the game. (The garage we parked in closed the doors at midnight.) I think we were in the rowdy section. There was a huge fight and these two guys were taken away bleeding in handcuffs. I saw one of their girlfriends punch a cop. It was crazy. Someone else was taken away in the 8th inning for um...dropping his pants. Luckly, I missed that. We had really nice seats with a perfect view of the field. We were really close to Johnny Damon and Kevin Millar. A really great experience. We got home at 6 am and crawled into bed. The drive home wasn't as bad as we thought. We all got our own nap time of 2 hours and split up the driving. Once Chris puts his pictures on the internet, I'll steal them. He took much better pictures than I did. It was fabuuuulous.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Wait. Is that an alligator, over by the riverbank?
No, it's Panda! He was up to his old tricks of standing in the canoe panting and whimpering to be allowed to jump into the water, and then, once in the water, paddling determinedly into the deepest water and then panting and whimpering because it scares him to be so far from land. But he does look happy here:
The mighty canine swimmer shows the canoeists the proper path:
We saw kingfishers, herons, and another fishing bird we couldn't identify, but we confess that we were somewhat mystified by the example below of river-zone wildlife. Found on a rocky island in mid-stream, this critter does not show up in any of our natural history guidebooks. Although we observed its behavior for some time in hopes of finding some clues to its identification, it did not seem to be very active. Fortunately, it had no apparent fear of humans, nor of dogs, so I was able to sneak up close enough to take a picture without spooking it back into the wild. Any ideas on identification from knowledgeable natural historians out there would be welcome.
The song that Flight of the Conchords used to stop racism in New Zealand ( it was really bad before they started singing this song)
between the make-believe trees,
in a cottage-cheese cottage,
lives Albie, the racist dragon.
And so, all the villagers chased Albie the racist dragon
into a very cold, very scary cave.
And it was so cold and scary in the cave that Albie began to cry dragon tears
which, as everyone knows, turn into jelly beans.
Anyway, at that moment, he felt a tiny little hand rest upon his tail.
He turned around and who did that hand belong to but
the badly burned Albanian boy, from the day before.
"What are you doing here?
I thought I killed you yesterday."
Albie grumbled quite racistly.
"No Albie, you didn't kill me with your dragon flames.
I crawled to safety.
But you left me very badly disfigured."
Laughed the boy.
"Why are you crying so?"
"I'm crying because those horrible villagers chased me into this cave.
I think it's because I'm so racist.
Get your hand off my tail.
You'll make it dirty.'
"No Albie, it's not because of your racism that they chased you here.
They chased me here, too, when I became all disfigured like this.
They just don't like you and I,
because, well, because we're different to them."
And that made Albie cry a single tear
which turned into all the colors of the rainbow.
And, suddenly, he wasn't racist anymore.
So they sat in the cave
and ate bubblegum pie (Yum!)
Albie, the racist, well, not anymore, dragon.
Copyrighted by Flight of the Conchords, I'm sure.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Stolen from instapundit.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Chris made Kendra a promise that he would take her again, and I said, bring me! and they said, okay.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Here's the newest resident of the Murphy home. This critter took up residence on the outside of the screen of the family-room window right by the computer and promptly set about making a nice dinner out of a grasshopper. Notice the egg sac. I am just hoping that the babies, when they emerge, are too big to fit through the holes in the screen and get indoors!