Would you be my friend if I started wearing these?

Would you still be my friend if I started wearing these?

A little help from my friends

Dear friends,

Where are you? Why don't I know? Why do I feel obligated to write this post at 10:20 at night and add a Joe Cocker video as a plea, not to get "activity" on our blog, but to actually hear from you so that I have some sort of knowledge of what you are doing and who you are becoming?

Truth is, this is the place where I hope to get a little help from my friends. This is our "social network" that we don't have to share with 321 meaningless acquaintances that give you a "like this" thumbs up when you publicly post something inane about how you hate watery oatmeal.

Sort of tired of coming to this blog with my 10 best friends in the world and crossing my fingers that there will be a new comment.

So I ask, where are you? Where is Brown, where is Chambers, where is Butz, where is Mazur, where is Weiss, where is Lubahn, where o where is Portillo?

I'd really like to know what is happening in the world of my friends. We see each other 6 days a year (maybe) and, for me, this is the tool I use to keep up with everyone. I feel like if we let it die, we'll slowly become strangers and see each other at Miller's bachelor party in seven years and talk about how we used to be friends, or spend most of the time trying to wade through the disappointing awkwardness of the reality that we actually don't have a clue about who each other has become.

We have careers, kids, mortgages, debts and vices, but if they consume all of our time, then I feel like we're choosing them instead of choosing friends. If that is the choice, so be it, but I'm willing to fight it. Willing to take 386 seconds of my precious time and post something stupid about how eating rice and beans for breakfast has grown on me or why I think talking about weather is the worst conversation in the world unless there is a hurricane, mudslide or 10+ inches of snow.

I'm sure this is already too long, so I'll stop now and hope that Mazur posts something insane that makes me laugh and wish I was hanging out with people I cared out, not some jackass named Rodrigo Llantas who thinks whorehouses are cool.

Life in a Day
I think this looks cool. If I'd lived in the First World, I'd see it.


Oscar-winning film director Kevin Macdonald's Life in a Day was born out of a unique partnership between Ridley Scott's Scott Free UK and YouTube. The film is a user-generated, feature-length documentary shot on a single day—July 24, 2010.

Enlisted to capture a moment of the day on camera, the global community responded by submitting more than 80,000 videos to YouTube. The videos contained over 4,500 hours of deeply personal, powerful moments shot by contributors from Australia to Zambia, and from the heart of bustling major cities to some of the most remote places on Earth.

Life in a Day brings together the most compelling footage from YouTube to create a 90-minute film crafted by Macdonald, executive producer Ridley Scott, producer Liza Marshall, and their teams. The film offers a unique experience that shows—with beauty, humor, and joyful honesty—what it's like to be alive on Earth today.

http://movies.nationalgeographic.com/movies/life-in-a-day/

http://movies.nationalgeographic.com/movies/life-in-a-day/theater-listings/

Nipple Foot.
This is real, and it is called Supernumerary breast tissue.

Discuss.

would your girlfriend/wife (were she, for the purpose of this melodrama, my girlfriend/wife) eject, annul, cease, desist, decease, lay waste, stop-short post-haste, monogamy's hectic pace--obviously past three years of relating factor in to this tragic comedy--were she to sniff the following exchange? from facebook:

Brooke Worthington: July 7

OH MY GOSH! Where have you been?? how are you?!!


Marc Miller: July 9

middle east(military), now back at tcu/ftw... gettin some stuff done. how you doin?


Brooke Worthington: July 14

We should do lunch and catch up!


Marc Miller: July 14

512-xxx-xxxx am free next week after thurs... not sure i could explain to the female that's here til then, having a catch-up lunch with with a looker like yourself : )


Brooke Worthington: July 15

mine is 817-xxx-xxxx

added variables for kevin:
1) her current boyfriend is a defensive lineman/deep snapper for the cowboys, a canadian fella named "LP".
2) and for those that remember brooke, well...
3) random poll: is my above communique an open-ended attempt at dragon-slaying bw?


i am morpheus' quixotic camel, and the above is the straw that broke my back. well.. that, piled on with all the other shit.

two broken steel supported legs, two enormous hearts, trustless and tepid, too littled too lated. one average penis, one tempestuous lesson-filled love-affair, thrust aside, now three years later... and i dont know whether im confused, exhausted, or drowning in caustic relief(hers/mine?). as non omnis moriar and all's for the best. she was a great one, graceful and cunning, breezy and numbing, she just so plainly, not for an ass is as me.

was i killing her slowly?

i wouldve asked her to accept me wholly this november. around thanksgiving. she seemed like worth fighting.

love is real.

grit is real too. and in my himmhawing lay love not worth prizing.

boy seeks tenacity, exclusion from tucked-tail dependency, seeks balanced deficiency. seeks somewhat crazy. seeks harlot and lady.

no more week-long we break we. no more curses from folly. no more ask if we happy.

the lord, he did bless, and then did undress me, pressed and caressed me, and now he does test me.

tearfully, there will always be, sweet monika marie.

--no face man


who's making odds, between me and adub, who's happily married first? my calendar just opened up. who wants to sail to horizons of imperfection with me?

My boss just said to me, "I am going to go run some errands, I will be back in a bit."

Is this acceptable?

It's in a book, take a look!

Louis CK is pretty f' brilliant.  I know people have talked about him before, and I may be late to this party- sue me.

His show, "Louie" on FX is ball dropping funny as well.

Any one see it?

Any one have a good show worth sharing?  Or at least a show you think is good and every one else thinks is terrible, and it's really funny when you get called out for enjoying, "Meet the Browns"

Esquire: A Woman We Love

Meet Hayley Atwell

I just thought we should all be made aware of her existence

Kevins Trophy Case

This is my trophy case






This is only 1 side

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Very sad - http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/news/story?id=6749091

Katie and I met Coach Dougherty at the Houston Airport one time while the team was traveling for a preseason game. He was one of the nicest people I think I have ever met. We ran into him again at a football game about a year later and he actually remembered us from the airport and spoke to us again. I know a lot of Horned Frog alumni were not fond of him during his brief coaching period at TCU, but I always appreciated his sincerity as a human.

Happy 30th Kevin!!

Also, any good pics from Chambers wedding?

The great umbilical cord beckons

Come one, come all.

Just hit my two-year mark and don't know how much longer I'll be living in tropical paradise and rainforest country. I encourage visits and re-visits within the next 6-12 months or forever hold your Paz.

VIVA LA PLAGA

Did anyone watch the U.S.-Mexico Gold Cup Final on Saturday night at the Rose Bowl? I did, with my Dad, in Texas, USA on Univision in Espanol (ESPN was showing race car highlights).

We listened to commentary of former US player Marcelo Balboa as a commentator (with his Argentine accent), cringed every time Mexican fans yelled "PUTO!" when US keeper Tim Howard took a goal kick, and talked about how much it sucked to watch the Rose Bowl - a slice of Americana, historic college football games and 4th of July celebrations - fill with 80,000 Mexican fans out of 93,000 in attendance.

This was a tournament final in the US of A with the US of A national team playing, yet the game turned into a Mexican home game. Unsurprisingly, Mexico, which is the better team, won 4-2. The trophy celebration was held in Spanish and after the game Howard said:

"CONCACAF should be ashamed of themselves. I think it was a fucking disgrace that the entire postmatch ceremony was in Spanish. You can bet your ass that if we were in Mexico City, it wouldn't be all in English."
http://sports.espn.go.com/los-angeles/soccer/news/story?id=6705473

Bill Plaschke (Around the Horn) wrote a column called "Red, White and Booo" about the fans at the game.
http://www.latimes.com/sports/la-sp-0626-plaschke-gold-cup-20110626,0,7072114.column

My question is: Where else in the world would this happen? What other national team in the world is Booed on their home turf by an overwhelming majority of opposing fans?

I've tried to answer this. I've looked up immigration stats and tried to think of other scenarios. For certain events, there'd probably be a lot of Turkish fans at a game in Germany, Ukranian fans in Russia or Bangladeshis in attendence in India (perhaps for cricket). But it doesn't compare. We are the porous borders "Come one, come all" capital of the world.

And watching the Gold Cup final on Saturday night, I suddenly became pissed off, xenophobic and Arizonian. Home for 10 days and watching the news about unemployment, the economy, the 2012 elections, etc, and then Saturday night decidely thinking "Immigration IS a problem". Nowhere in the world do immigrants enter a country to suckle at a Teet more than they do on Uncle Sam's. Trust me, I live in Central America, which is essentially an udder from the US that everyone is trying to nurse from (see foreign investment, the Panama Canal and banana republics)

This is long, yes, I know.

I titled this "Viva La Plaga" because, as a joke, Gringos living in Central and South America are known as "La Plaga" or "the plague" because we infiltrate these countries with young drunken tourists, shitty Spanish and entitled mannerisms.

Well, at least we don't call your goalkeeper a "Bitch" every time he takes a goal kick on his home field. I'd like to think we have a little more class than that.

Happy Pride!






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Faust is Tucked

WEEKEND SUCCESS


And a Special Happy 30th Birthday to this guy ->

King Me

Every time you come 'round my city, ring, ring.

Who's buying parade tickets?

the waning days of hair.