Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
To Touch or Not to Touch
Let's start with a little story.
For those of you who don't know I am pretty fond of my brother in law, let's call him Dick. Well, Dick is supposedly in school right now at the ripe old age of 23 as a junior. I believe Chambers is the only person in history to be in school longer... So Dick needs a break. Because as we as know those last two years of school, especially summer school, can really be stressful.
[Side note - We actually played 5 man NHL Hockey on PS2 from 2pm until 3am 3 days in a row at Trail Lake...and if you got up to piss you lost your controller. I have heard rumors of a similar, and possibly more intense situations at W.Lowden with foosball.
So, Dick needs a break from the stresses of school and decides to pack up the old tin car on wheels, 2007 AUDI, and heads for Fort Worth. Great, I haven't got to see him in awhile and it will be nice. He arrives and the evening goes well....we watch the ESPY's and I must say Justin Timberlake was superb.
We call it a night and about half way through the night I think to myself..it sure feels cold in here. The alarm goes off this morning I get out of bed shower and head to the office down the hall. As I pass by the thermostat I do a double take and notice that DICK has dropped my AC down 5 degrees...
When you are an overnight guest at someone's home is it appropriate to touch the thermostat?
My thoughts on IC responses:
Faust - No
Chambers - So that's what that does?
Portillo - Not in his home, but he would do it to Williams
Williams - He'll make a jack ass comment about the heat, but in the end he'll just sweat it out
Mazur - His dad broke his left arm once as "a lesson learned" to NEVER touch the thermostat.
Bear - Offered to turn it to whatever his guests would like
Weiss - No idea how to operate one.
Brown - Just now recalling what a thermostat is.....he had tiger-striped pixie fanning him in South America while images of pink dolphins danced in his head
Miller - He'll just wear less clothing
Friday, July 18, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Here's Looking at you Bear
What I witnessed during the weekend was something I consider special, beautiful even. And, though I've always known what a good person Kevin is, I now have a deeper appreciation for what he represents and consider myself, and ourselves, fortunate to have him as a friend. Yes, this is what this post is about.
On Saturday night, the crew went to Ditka's Steakhouse (Kevin met Ditka. Ditka gave Kevin a marriage talk. The Earth shook, and somewhere in a forest, a Bear shared honey with a faun). There was a podium in the rented private room and at somepoint, everyone in the room gave a speech about Kevin. What I found particularly moving about this, aside from the fact that Kevin still has friendships from as early as Kindergarten, were the sincere words directed at our friend Bear.
To summarize, Kevin embodies all the qualities that are representative of what it means to be `good'. That sounds simple, but, it seems there are a myriad of justifications for deeming someone `good'; they are nice in social situations, they volunteer, they are generous, they call you back, they work with orphans (wink).
What I realized listening to all the speeches was that Kevin is nonjudgemental, loyal and attempts to find good in all that he meets. If he finds it, he respects it and befriends you because of that quality, whatever redeemable quality you may possess. This is also why he hates Taylor Kelly, Greg Carpenter, etc. They have little good, and Bear recognizes that.
The diversity of Kevin's friends is bizarely vast, though the shared opinion of Kevin is uniform: He cares and makes time for you and will stick with you through it all. To me, that defines a good person and, obviously, a good friend.
Mushiest post ever. Here is the pic from the Cubs game. Cheers Bear.
http://www.printroom.com/ViewGalleryPhoto.asp?evgroupid=0&userid=cubsfanfoto&gallery_id=1175994&image_id=4
Thursday, July 10, 2008
FRIENDSHIP
Hey peeps. Been a while. Just some thoughts:
1) San Diego weekend rocked my soul. Best weekend I've had since Bear's lakehouse '07 version (arm-wrestling, game night, lake long jump, hurricane boat ride, Darling catches Brent `holding' weed)
2) Benson and Butz are forever honorary IC members. I stayed with Benson the last night and we talked for 9 hours at Hooters (truth). We are soulmates. Butz is the chinchilla we always wanted.
3) Miller sent me this. Really worth listening to: http://www.holytaco.com/2008/06/27/the-douchiest-phone-message-in-history/
I've left about four of these in my lifetime, including the time I told a girl I would never hit her, but may shake her. My wrathful God it was awkward. I have crazy game. Literally, crazy.
4) Indulge me on landing print for a 28th non-paying publication. It's a Cubs bit (Bear): http://chicagoist.com/ Might have to scroll to find.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
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