30 June 2007

On the Road to Glory - episode 8

I skipped reviews for the very special Ace Schonrock Intramural Glory episodes since I think the show might jump the shark. I was wrong.
Ace showed the team some class and brought a tear into my root beer. Best moment was Owen's comment on the block- simple yet effective.
Nevertheless, I've got another episode to review. So let's dig in.
There's nearly 10 minutes of footage to episode 8 which features some decent game shots. I think this is the first episode where the flow of game shots aren't just slugs to fill space but actually get more of the story across. However, the Cougar flipped part is a bit confusing. My assumption is he threw up but there is nothing backing that up. All we see is angry, riled Cougar fuming.
Besides gameplay, we also get a string of vignettes one in particular returns Kyle to the show. The Boima and Kyle knee scenes are great and for some reason Kyle looks like he just came from filming another show. Old Guy and The Ledge also was a good scene. Danny Myers finally speaks his mind in this episode, too!
The tone and style of this episode is a bit different than the previous. It just felt a bit more stable, more polished, and more team oriented.
Now for the kudos.
Best actor: The Ledge. I watched it twice and everytime I see it the Bobby Ledge puts in a stellar performance. There exists a Loving the Ledge video but I'll let you find it yourselves.
Best Wardrobe: Kyle. Maybe he's working on the sequel to Goodwill Hunting and The Fisher King- both feature a bearded Robin Williams.
Best Rant: Danny Myers. Besides the kooky Vikings apparel, Danny's rant deserves the nod. It seems Rob keeps saying the same lines in every episode- except that missed pass business.
Check Intramural Glory out for yourselves.

28 June 2007

This bear for sale

One day I rode around town.
Just look at the sight I had found.
A big yellow bear on the side of the road
Fallen over, for sale
This big yellow bear
Nary a passerby would care

27 June 2007

Back to 50s photos: Pontiac Chieftain

In its earlier days, Pontiac featured a Native American on its logo. It may have just been a representation of the famous chief himself, Pontiac although no authentic images of him are known to exist.

In the center background you may be able to see a Pontiac Chieftain under a large tree.

Pontiac ceased production of the car sometime in the late 1950s. In 1956 they also changed their trademark from the Indian head dress to something more akin to an arrowhead.

2 days at the car show

I went to the TCs to take part in a huge car show at the Minnesota State Fair Grounds- Back to the 50s. My family brought their vintage car out to the show and did one of 2 things - sat around or walked around. The car in the picture is not the family car although you would think a Rolls Royce should be. Our classic car is a 1951 Pontiac Chieftain. Apparently Jack Benny owned one so I'm glad. However, I saw about a half dozen Rolls Royces at the show that featured about 11,000 pre-1965 cars and hot rods dispersed across the grounds. There was even 1 Rolls Royce that was manufactured for the English Royal Family. I think I only saw a dozen so Pontiacs. Half of those were Chieftains. Chevys and Fords were everywhere. Other cars I enjoyed looking for were the VW Type 1 (commonly called a beetle) and the Packard.

The Back to the 50s event is pretty low key. No huge cash awards were offered to my knowledge just a lot of cars and people milling about enjoying looking at some fine cars. They just don't make them like that anymore.

Another view on Back to the 50s

20 June 2007

Remembering the devastation

20 June 1957- a day etched into the history of Fargo which will not be forgotten. In the early evening a devasting tornado struck the north side of Fargo killing 10 , most of which were of a single family. (note: Death tolls have been listed as 10, 12 and 13 from various sources, I will go with a conservative count here.) More were injuried and there was upwards of $20 million in damage.
Today marks the 50th anniversary of this natural disaster. Indeed, the pictures and rememberances of it are not much different from recent tornados that have decimated areas in the United States, however the loss of life, injuries, and level of damage certainly give a more grave portrait. On learning about this storm Ted Fujita collected the storm data and photographs. His published findings in 1960 spawned further study of tornado prediction and advanced the forecasting of such storms. Eventually this information along with other tornadic data lead to the creation of the Fujita Scale in 1971 to rate intensity of a tornado. The 1957 storm was classified as F5, the most intense. The F5 variety of tornado is a relatively rare occurance. The most recent verified one affected Oklahoma in 1999. A possible F5 may have swept through Kansas in 2003.
Today a simple marker will be placed in the neighborhood to remember this tragedy along in addition to numerous other remberances. My co-worker, The Weatherman, will be attending an event at NDSU with other weather and meterological types studying the event and using new models to examine it. Maybe he'll get me a scoop.
I believe the Fargo Forum won a Pulitzer Prize for their coverage in 1957. Here are a few places to view pictures examine for yourself the destruction:

17 June 2007

On camp: My campy days

An episode of This American Life (Notes on Camp) reminded me of the my days as camp counselor. In fact the episode was produced and recorded in 1998, my second year as a counselor. The show inspired me to be camp nostalgic. I don't have much from those days just these memories and a few pictures (the one at left is not one of them). The middle of June this year marks 10 years since I began camp counseling at Clearwater Forest (or more formally Presbyterian Clearwater Forest). I spent portions of 4 summers there literally growing up as I faced the challenges of dealing with kids. I went there mostly because of a girl I liked. It seems this theme has followed me around a bit (see How I Started Running). I am collecting camp memories so maybe you can tell me yours.
Now onto what I entitle "My Campy Clearwater Days"
I did not want to go back to landscaping grunt crew so what better thing to do than work at a camp where there was free room and board and all I needed to do was look after some children for a week. How hard could that be?
I arrived just a few days after college ended. I met some counselors from the previous year who had come early. I nearly killed them both because of my inept boating skills. I manoeuvred the pontoon almost on top them as they were swimming in the middle of the lake. I think they forgave me.
The next day training began. I think there were about 15 counselors/multi-purpose staff including 4 guest counselors from Australia, Belarus, and the Ukraine. One Aussie, Steve, had to be at least 30 years old.
My first week as a counselor was perhaps the best I could have ever had. I got a cabin of about 8 junior high guys in Morning Glory, a room in Eagle Lodge. As usual it starts out rocky. Guys meeting strangers and another stranger telling them what they could and could not do. I still can faintly remember each of their faces- most of their names have fled my memory although Jason certainly was one...I think there was a Matt too. Well we eventually started to gel by Wednesday, we were having some great devotional times, they boys honored lights out, and there was a rumor going around that I talked in my sleep about squirrels. Somewhere during the week the boys re-christened the cabin "The Flaming Squirrel" mostly based on a story one of boys told about his Uncle burning squirrels. I think I must have caught the end of that story the night I spoke in my sleep. There was one romance that developed between my boys and a red haired girl named Sara. I think all the guys liked her but I am not sure she liked all the guys.
Well if that was the best it most assuredly was followed by the worst. And that cabin's problems all began with a boy named Reed...

More clowning

I admit, I like putting on make up.
Ever since my early days in the theatre I have enjoyed painting the face to make a character. I did a really mean old age application a number of times.
I am not sure I am ready to go pro yet but there always is the yearning.

Worship is what?!

I hold a role in 2 churches that is usually recognized as "worship leader." The job typically involves leading the congregation a few songs at each meeting. Yet how come this does not get defined at music leader or chief musician. Sure, singing a few songs reflecting on the attributes of God
and us expressing how much we love Him is an act of worship. Yet, I am perplexed why it seems it, worship, ends there. God doesn't just leave the room after we break the silence that typically occurs at the end of the music. Nor am I required to lead individuals in sacrificing their lives to God as Romans 12 speaks of worship.
Historically, worship required sacrifice. In the Old Testament portion of Bible, to worship God involved sacrificing some pure animal and placing it on an altar. Singing, prayers, recitation of God's decrees were also involved. In addition the Old Testament speaks that obedience is better than sacrifice- alluding to what God really desires- that we do his will. Although it is a catch 22 in a way because God decreed these sacrifices.
What I am getting at, however, is worship is not merely a few songs and maybe some goosebumps and exciting emotions. It shows that music is powerful and is a blessed act of worship. Yet, worship must go beyond when the music fades. It is how we should live in obdience to God which thereby honors Him.
So maybe what you think of as worship is dry and dull? Look at how you are being a living sacrifice. Am I becoming more like Christ? Remember Jesus came and only did what the Father was doing which glorified Him.

13 June 2007

Ivan John enter stage right

Phil basked in his fatherhood again and took numerous photos of his progeny.
Picture of Ivan John are here.

12 June 2007

Bob Ross lives

This one goes out to David. Keeping making those happy trees.

A grand day and a chat with Phil

June 12th marks a happy event for the ever quotable Phil. Early on this day (5:11 AM) Phil was bequeathed with a solemn duty- fatherhood. Congratulations Phil!
Phil now steps into a new level of responsibility and "joy" while his arch nemesis James returned from Mexico with tales of cheap beer which I will not discuss here.
I spoke with Phil on Memorial Day and these are some of things I think we discussed.
On baby names: "If it's a boy-Miller Lyte or maybe Bud. If it's a girl I call her St. Pauli Gerl or Amber Bach."
Phil and Katie named their almost nine pound lad Iven John (I am unsure of the spelling so took a bold stab at it).
Check here to see when the pictures go up.
Concerning his arch nemesis James, Phil appeared rather upset although he was confused about the identity of James (the guy who did a smashing job researching buttloads). Phil took offense with the Royce Files having another quotable guy. I alleviated his gall by purchasing beer to which he smiled and indulged wholeheartedly in quaffing a pint.
Later, Phil showed me a vehicle he acquired on a whim- a Volkswagon Beetle. I fell in love with this project car. It has the rear engine, front boot and almost everything because it needs a bit of fixing up. I hope in the future to obtain quotes from Phil while riding in this cool automobile.