Why We Love It

Part 1: Victory Right



Part 2: 1000 Yards of Offense



Part 3: The Hits Keep Coming

The following was printed on a restaurant receipt:

"If we neglected to charge you for any item of your order we are sorry. Please inform the manager and you will receive that item for free."

Hastily recorded without accompaniment.

I Don't Want to Live on the Moon

I've always figured that if I trained for it, the one Olympic event I could be competitive in is the Steeplechase. But, I watched the Steeplechase tonight and I think my previous assertions were foolhardy.

First, despite my natural athleticism, I'm concerned that I would end up like this guy.

Or worse...

Second, I'm not as fast as a Kenyan. Although, with the right training regimen, perhaps one of my descendants will be.

I'm always slightly unnerved by the unabated jingoism that is unmasked, even encouraged, whenever the nations of the world gather to compete. A constant tab is kept of Olympic medals won by each country as if the total was in itself a judgment on the respective worth of the competing nations. (I noticed that South Korea briefly led the "medal count." Therefore South Korea is better than all other nations; or at least, was for a few hours.) Even more troubling are the lengths to which some governments will go to increase the number of medals won. The current host country, is particularly driven toward this end.

I am continually impressed with how efficiently the Chinese government administrates an overpopulated, economically progressive and geographically vast nation with authoritarianism. China is an exemplary model of order through political repression.

For all these reasons, I had intended to boycott the Olympics. However, ultimately, the allure of sports televised live in the middle of the night is too much for me to resist. Although I haven't been paying close attention to the glowing screen across the room, I find myself disappointed at the moment because coverage of swimming and gymnastics has recently concluded.

Detroit Rock City Pt. Deux

Wait, I forgot this one; also Kwame related. It's not the transcript, it's the dramatic reading I find amusing. Hell Yeah!

Video: I wonder if you have to turn up the volume on the Mission of Burma DVD loud enough to rival their live performance? What's that? I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome Mission of Burma is.

Detroit Rock City

More video. I heard about this on NPR today and I want to dedicate this video to Jimmy and Kathleen; your pain, I feel it.




Also, while browsing the related videos I found this one.
I believe the expression, "oh, snap!" was invented for this moment.