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A Trip To The Dentist

Why is this interesting? I don't know. Maybe it isn't. I was amused, though, and this is my blog, so I get to do what I want with it; that includes amusing myself.

Or perhaps I find it interesting because I've never had a bad experience with a dental exam, cleaning, or surgery, and yet I still manage to get all jittery (anxious, Beth says) and discomfitted with the idea of being vulnerable. I'm not sure why I feel vulnerable, either. Perhaps it's being laid out in the chair while people poke and prod in my mouth. Perhaps it's not knowing what they're going to diagnose.

Perspective And Maturity Through Service

I was reading Kathy's most recent blog entry and one sentence in particular struck me. Kathy wrote in reference to an article:

    It also—rightly—points out that we Americans are incredibly disconnected from our military and the current conflicts because others have volunteered for the job.

We are. As a group, we view the military as "not us." The military is an entity that does things that we're aware of, sometimes, but don't really affect our egocentric daily lives. Like me being all wrapped up in my "poor me, work is so rough" pity-party all last week.

Men Aren't From Mars & Women Aren't From Venus

It is commonly understood that men and women don't share the same communication patterns and that their communication is therefore inherently flawed. Or, perhaps I should say that this is commonly misunderstood.

This misunderstanding has given rise to an industry built around bridging this communication gap. It's given rise to such pop psychology texts as Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus and it's sequels.

Honoring Our Veterans

Last week was a rough week for me. Or at least it was a rough week at work and I brought that emotional baggage home and allowed it to make for a rough week at home as well. You know, difficulties with the client, being backed up on getting docs produced, feeling like the project is a little out of control and trying to figure out how to get it back under control. All these things added up to being cranky and antisocial at home. Beth is a saint for putting up with my moodiness.

Astrology And Self-Analysis

During an e-mail conversation with a friend of mine (Hi, Nikki!) we stumbled into the topic of astrology to which she subscribes and of which I am sceptical. She sent me a description of Leos (which sign I fall under) and asked how well I thought it fit me. My response, as so many things that I write, ended up being incredibly verbose. I'm posting it here as a blog entry, because it ended up being something of a self-analysis. I apologize for the rambling nature of my thoughts, but y'all should be used to that by now.

Handgun Grip And Stance

Recently, in trying to give advice on grip and stance technique for handguns, I posted this on a web forum that I belong to.

I'm not an instructor and I definitely have some bad habits. On that same forum, it was pointed out to me that I should flex my knees more and put more of my weight forward to help control recoil and muzzle rise. I've also been told to keep my feet squared off and not staggered.

Ani DiFranco at the Riverside Theater - 19 September 2007

Yesterday was my eighth wedding anniversary with my wonderful wife. As a present to each other, we went to see Ani DiFranco at The Riverside Theater.

Other than having to fold my not overly tall six-foot, two-inch frame into a very cramped seat with next to nothing for leg-room, The Riverside is a beautiful venue with great acoustics for Ani's particular brand of folk-rock, with all of its myriad influences. The only problem with the sound was not the venue's acoustics, but with the sound engineer mixing in too much bass. Apparently even folk-rock has been contaminated by the trend towards bass overwhelming the mix and drowning out vocals and the upper register. A mix is about a balance, and as much as I love being able to feel the music and the bass move through my body, I also love being able to hear the vocals and other instruments. It wasn't horrible, but so much of the beauty of Ani DiFranco's work is in the poetry of her lyrics. Not being as intimately familiar with her catalog like my wife is, I lost some of that as the excessive bass drowned out her voice.

Eight Years

Eight years ago yesterday, Beth, after deciding over hot and sour soup and Hunan beef at the Emporer of China that I wasn't quite so bad and "sure, she'd marry me," actually followed through and married me. This in spite of the fact that it's me that she was gonna marry.

Karmically, I'm not sure how I ended up married to such an incredible woman. I absolutely should be on the shit side of the karmic scale, but somehow, Beth has been a part of my life for nine or ten years with eight of those years married.

UFC 75 - A Scoring Travesty, But Not A "Fix"

Saturday night's UFC event, UFC 75 - Champion vs. Champion, was a mixed bag of really good fights, a disappointment, and an exercise in horribly botched scoring.

The event entire event was overshadowed by the split decision in favor of Michael "The Count" Bisping. To call it a contraversial decision is akin to calling Katrina a Summer shower.

Matt "The Hammer" Hamill's vastly improved stand-up striking and constant, aggressive forward movement completely neutralized Bisping's supposed striking advantage. In the clinch, Hamill showed himself to be the stronger, more dominant grappler and established his dirty-boxing as the decided edge in close (you gotta love the schoolyard style front headlock and uppercuts!).

Motorcycle Hand Signs - Not To Be Confused With Waving

The following is a list of handsigns that motorcyclists use to communicate with each other while riding, especially in larger groups. In large groups, the leader will give a hand sign and everyone repeats it to make sure that everyone sees it as the person riding drag may not be able to see the leader.

Start Engines - left hand in the air with the index finger waved in a circle.

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