Maybe I'm extra special partial to this because I've fallen in love faster with Raul Ibanez than any other baseball player, and it's a little unsettling to see him react so angrily to what I consider to be an understandably suspicious, imperfectly presented, but ultimately harmless blog post, but maybe my rapture runs deeper. Maybe the debate really does provide a totally fascinating angle from which to look at press and rumor and the evolution of information flow...
Good for ESPN for hosting the discussion. Good for Jerod the blogger for participating with cool and humility. And good for Raul for offering stool samples if requested. Radical transparency, baby.When I picked up this van (the wheels that'll carry us to the inauguration) last night, the Enterprise guy had left the radio tuned to a nothing but '90s rock station. So I've been listening. And brushing back up.
'90s rock was, after all, one of my first music loves.The first concert I ever went to was Stone Temple Pilots in West Philly in summer 1994. I went with Brent the Mushroom Hunter (before he was a mushroom hunter, of course) and Tara, that summer's babysitter (for my cousins, my sister, and, whether we admitted it or not, us 12 year olds too). Someone smashed our windshield during the show, so we hung in the police station and Tara played banjo while we waited for my mom and aunt to come get us. Brent got a totally sweet tie dye STP t shirt. I STILL regret that the one I bought was black and white. Anyway, this song came on while the van and I were driving to Dover, DE this morning. Yeah. Dover, DE. Capital of the First State. It was awesome.Interstate Love Song is track 4 on Purple.My lead developer told me in an email this afternoon that he is a ninja. Which is exciting. For him. And for The Carrot Project. I think.
I read the email again a few minutes ago, and I thought of realultimatepower.net. Most people have seen Real Ultimate Power, right? In college, drunk and/or stoned, late at night? If you missed it or forget, get drunk and/or stoned some time, and have a look. It's a classic. I think someone first showed it to me in 2002. I wish I could remember who. I do remember that I coudn't get enough. And I definitely remember when the movie scripts first came out. They absolutely knocked me over. Tears. Screams. Pains in the stomach. Exhaustion. Wailing guitar in the background. And I still think it's brilliant. That facts section on the first page gets me every time: 1. Ninjas are mammals.
