tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61987562011-04-21T15:19:51.944-05:00Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry bout my liver." --by Jack Handy Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1164819257948761082006-11-29T10:46:00.000-06:002006-11-29T10:56:40.016-06:00

I like it better when it was a tavern and not a lodge, when it was accessible to everyone with its history still visible. Now only the wealthy can go inside and history has been rewritten so that it seems that it was always a lodge.Notice how they refer to it being the Monte Sano Lodge in 1939 and not a tavern. We wouldn't want the good Christains going to the lodge to think that it used to be

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1164818773423104772006-11-29T10:45:00.000-06:002006-11-29T10:46:13.440-06:00

The OMC has been delayed for awhile because I have a sprained ankle.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1163534613707374112006-11-14T14:02:00.000-06:002006-11-14T14:03:40.450-06:00

I sprained my ankle last week playing ultimate. So I'll start all over from day one when I recover in about 6 weeks.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1161723796644637042006-10-24T16:02:00.000-05:002006-10-24T16:03:16.660-05:00

I blasted my quads in the gym today, so I didn't do any running.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1161279999011668882006-10-19T12:45:00.000-05:002006-10-19T12:46:39.013-05:00

Ran 2.4 miles in 16:51.I was shooting for 7 minute miles, so I was a little off the pace I wanted. Meh, close enough.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1161279894677507102006-10-19T12:41:00.000-05:002006-10-19T12:44:54.690-05:00

Ran a mile best effort: 5:50.That's better than I expected actually. I tried to pass myself most of the first 3/4 mile. Then went as hard as I could the last 1/4 mile.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1161096233926339382006-10-17T09:39:00.000-05:002006-10-17T09:45:25.860-05:00

I got the idea to train to be able to run 5 minute mile from an editor of Men's Health blog.I'm going to post my training schedule and results on this blog (hell it's not being used for anything else), the same as the guy above. I don't even know if I can run a 5 minute mile. The best I ever had recorded in high school was 5:24. We'll just have to see. At least it will be a good way to gauge

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1152295057413795552006-07-07T12:57:00.000-05:002006-07-07T12:57:41.043-05:00

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1137697026542337762006-01-19T12:44:00.000-06:002006-01-19T13:06:38.963-06:00

Huntsville, Alabama "This is almost like an oasis in the state of Alabama." -Governor Bob Riley. Overview of "The World Famous Bridge Street Town Center"(from the developers website)Located in Huntsville, Alabama, this $210 million development will include approximately 2,000,000 square feet of retail, restaurant, entertainment, office, hotel, and residential space. Our location is nestled in

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1132170709653063102005-11-16T13:50:00.000-06:002005-11-16T15:10:43.326-06:00

Discuss**I stole this idea from Weapon of Choice, because I enjoyed the Laissez-Faire Market Economics debate.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1131395587677177722005-11-07T14:32:00.000-06:002005-11-07T17:04:27.776-06:00

This isn't an animated picture. Just stare at it to be amazed.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1130952142329632352005-11-02T11:21:00.000-06:002005-11-02T11:22:22.343-06:00

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1129071791634890282005-10-11T18:02:00.000-05:002005-10-11T18:03:11.636-05:00

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1129071517215231282005-10-11T17:57:00.000-05:002005-10-11T17:58:37.223-05:00

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1129071172204011112005-10-11T17:52:00.000-05:002005-10-11T17:52:52.210-05:00

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1129071080099930872005-10-11T17:51:00.000-05:002005-10-11T17:51:22.800-05:00

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1124987305542633762005-08-25T11:25:00.000-05:002005-08-25T11:28:25.546-05:00

“When the President Talks to God”-BrightEyesWhen the president talks to GodAre the conversations brief or long?Does he ask to rape our women’s’ rightsAnd send poor farm kids off to die?Does God suggest an oil hikeWhen the president talks to God?When the president talks to GodAre the consonants all hard or soft?Is he resolute all down the line?Is every issue black or white?Does what God say ever

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1124137686988940022005-08-15T15:11:00.000-05:002005-08-15T15:40:13.986-05:00

I heard Martin Luther King, Jr's speech "Beyond Vietnam" broadcasted on NPR last night as I was driving over to Ann's. I've read several quotes of this speech, but never heard the entire speech all at once. It's a very powerful moving piece, that maybe even more true and important today than it was 38 years ago. All you have to do is replace Vietnam with Iraq. One of my favorite quotes is:"I

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1122905961530352402005-08-01T09:18:00.000-05:002005-08-01T09:19:21.533-05:00

MICE & RATS DON'T LIKE GM OR JUNK FOOD Story 1: Institute for Responsible Technology (Newsletter on GM Foods, Spilling the Beans) via Organic Consumers Association; Story 2: lndependent/UK (22/05) via Common Dreams 1. Why Schools Should Remove GE-Tainted Foods from Their Cafeterias Before the Appleton Wisconsin high school replaced their cafeteria's processed foods with wholesome, nutritious food

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1122905740629135082005-08-01T09:15:00.000-05:002005-08-01T09:15:40.636-05:00

GLOBAL WARMING: THE U.S. CONTRIBUTION IN FIGURES Independent (13/06) via CommonDreams.org * The United States constitutes 4 per cent of the world population* It is responsible for a quarter of all carbon dioxide emissions - an average of 40,000 pounds of carbon dioxide is released by each US citizen every year - the highest of any country in the world, and more than China, India and Japan

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1122568398047406322005-07-28T11:33:00.000-05:002005-07-28T11:33:18.046-05:00

Here's me riding in an easy boy chair attatched to a knee board, drinking beer while being towed behind a ski boat.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1118154196578811222005-06-07T09:13:00.000-05:002005-06-07T10:54:05.126-05:00

So, after watching, the some what lame movie, "Oil Storm" on FX the other night I got interested in the coming oil shortage crisis. It looks like it might be time to by those bikes, guns and some farm land.I got the quote below from a book about peak oil that a friend of mine sent me. It really sums up how utterly insane our way of life has become. It’s important to keep in mind that while our

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1116256889733341622005-05-16T10:19:00.000-05:002005-05-16T10:22:23.060-05:00

You might be a Jedi Redneck if...You ever heard the phrase, "May the force be with y'all." Your Jedi robe is a camouflage color. You have ever used your light saber to open a bottle of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill At least one wing of your X-Wings is primer colored You have bantha horns on the front of your land speeder You can easily describe the taste of an Ewok You have ever had an X-wing up

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1113333267475699292005-04-12T14:02:00.000-05:002005-04-12T14:16:22.050-05:00

Only 4 more hours until Summer League begins. I can't wait. This year is going to be fun fun fun. After checking out our team roster it looks like I'm going to have to step up my handling abiltiy and fast. Possibly if I spend all my free time throwing the disc around I'll be a huck threat by the end of the season. So anytime any of you chumps want to toss just give me a call day or night,

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1113332497463213122005-04-12T13:58:00.000-05:002005-04-12T14:01:37.463-05:00

OMG, I just typed a new post and the pop up blocker totally hosed me. Damn you microsoft damn you.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1112288212933359542005-03-31T10:55:00.000-06:002005-03-31T10:56:52.936-06:00

I am 17% Geek.I wanna be a geek. But I'm not. Why would I even want to be one. Do I think it's fun? I should try writting an online test application at 1 am in my underwearTake theGeek Test@ FualiDotCom

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1109970078516941522005-03-04T15:01:00.000-06:002005-03-04T15:01:18.516-06:00

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1107293511688953432005-02-01T15:26:00.000-06:002005-02-01T15:31:51.686-06:00

That's ice not water out there in the bay. Some days I am really glad to be in warm Alabama.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1106253124981434752005-01-20T14:15:00.000-06:002005-01-20T14:38:12.650-06:00

Today is my birthday, ya me I guess. I got an e-mail from corporate that congratulated me for my birthday. I really don't see why congrats are due just because I've had another b-day. All it means really is that I some how managed to stay alive for a whole year. It really wasn't much of an accomplishment. Now that I think about it what did I really accomplish in the last year. Hell what

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1106091325320438742005-01-18T17:31:00.000-06:002005-01-18T17:43:42.926-06:00

I'm finally back from my ski trip to Breckenridge with G. It was a blast. The first night we stopped off in Boulder to meet up with R. First stop, the Liquor Mart, their beer selection was unbelievable. I dropped about a Ben Franklin and G bought about half as much. While we were waiting we went to BJ's Brewery and had 4 samplers of beer to kick off the trip proper. The high altitude made

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1104954328216736322005-01-05T13:31:00.000-06:002005-01-05T13:50:07.620-06:00

Ultimate was awesome last night. I must admit that the winter weather as of late is totally making up for Huntsville's short comings. Man, I love playing Ultimate in shorts in January. I can't wait to play tomorrow and this weekend. I don't want to break my streak of mentioning beer somewhere in a post. So last night after pick up, when I got home I decided I'd drink my 750ML bottle of

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1104423240667653282004-12-30T09:10:00.000-06:002004-12-30T10:20:35.063-06:00

Last year when I went to Maine for the holidays the recurring mantra that my friends an I kept spouting was "that you could never go home". This is an old saying meaning that you can visit where you grew up or once lived, but it will not seem the same. After my visit to Maine this year I'd have to disagree. When I was riding into downtown Jonesport in my Dad's truck sipping a beer, it seemed

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1103217832115840432004-12-16T11:09:00.000-06:002004-12-16T11:27:06.380-06:00

The "holiday" buying season is in full craziness. What is supposed to be a celebration of love and hope and the coming of light into the world has turned, for many into an orgy of competitive consumption. "It's good for the economy," we're told. But, too often, we ravage the ecology of our own and other's lands to support an ever-growing economy. But nothing grows forever. Disaster lurks in

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1103067224838240942004-12-14T17:25:00.000-06:002004-12-14T17:33:44.840-06:00

Its supposed to be unbelievably cold for this part of the country tonight. With the cold and extended darkness my motivation to do anything constructive seems to have been carried off by last weeks warm front. All I want to do tonight is go home as quickly as possible to my cozy little one bedroom apartment to drink a stout, watch Snoopy and Scrubs. I'll see if I can last another hour at work

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1103039398170012802004-12-14T09:41:00.000-06:002004-12-14T09:49:58.170-06:00

I love reading quotes about wine and beer made by famous people. It makes feel good about my drinking habits. Some of them even make me think that I may not be drinking enough. For instance, check out the following quote. "I have enjoyed great health at a great age because everyday since I can remember I have consumed a bottle of wine except when I have not felt well. Then I have consumed two

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1103035815486350912004-12-14T08:38:00.000-06:002004-12-14T08:50:15.486-06:00

I checked on my pumpkin porter homebrew this morning and it was foaming up really well. Which is a really good sign that my little yeasts are alive, turning sugar into beautiful alcohol. Its quite amazing to think, you cook some stuff in a pot then add some yeast to it and bam in a few weeks you've got beer. I still haven't thought of a name for my brew yet. Maybe I'll call it Jack The

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1102979079663262392004-12-13T16:49:00.000-06:002004-12-13T17:04:49.556-06:00

I'm kind of slacking when it comes to Hanuka gifts. I'm like 3 days behind, so I'm just going to post some more beer quotes and links for yaw all to enjoy. Here's a cool link to some of the wonderful Maine beers that I'll be drinking next week. Maine Beer Life is too short to drink cheap beer. A woman drove me to drink and I didn't even have the decency to thank her. Source: W.C. Fields

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1102697874611066352004-12-10T10:48:00.000-06:002004-12-10T11:01:04.090-06:00

My Mr. Beer homebrewing kit was delivered yesterday. I am so stoked. I can't wait to start brewing my own beer. In fact I'm going to start the first batch tomorrow. The one problem is I can't decide what kind of beer to brew first. I have three recipes to choose from. I'd like it if you the readers of this blog would help me decide by voting for your choice in the comments section. Here

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1102639598539329182004-12-09T18:44:00.000-06:002004-12-09T18:46:38.540-06:00

Rumsfeld said on Thursday Wilson would be contacted. "I don't know what the facts are but somebody's certainly going to sit down with him and find out what he knows that they may not know, and make sure he knows what they know that he may not know..." What? I guess this will be the second Hanukkah gift. I know its not much, but what do you expect its not like its Christmas.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1098370363733227822004-10-21T09:50:00.000-05:002004-10-21T09:52:43.743-05:00

"Life is beautiful, Life is a struggle, Life is a beautiful struggle" - Mos Def

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1097269831951911252004-10-08T16:04:00.000-05:002004-10-08T16:10:31.950-05:00

Haven't been doing much lately except working, hanging out with Ann and being Awesome. That is all for my update. I've got to get back to squashing some of the 300+ bugs my software has, oh joy.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1093625440206197762004-08-27T11:49:00.000-05:002004-08-27T11:50:40.206-05:00

Our problems, both those we experience externally such as wars, crime and violence and those we experience internally as emotional and psychological suffering will not be solved until we address this underlying neglect of our inner dimension. That is why the great movements of the last hundred years and more--democracy, liberalism, socialism, and Communism--have all failed to deliver the

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1092254740745199662004-08-11T12:42:00.000-05:002004-08-11T15:25:44.570-05:00

I arrived back in Alabama yesterday, after spending nine days in New Mexico. I spent the first four days testing some software that I'd written at the HoneyWell facility in Albuquerque. My days had every second filled with testing and writing code like a mad hatter, frantically fixing any problems that I encountered. The nights were filled with Micro-brews, Margaritas and delicious Mexican food.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1091330594176528172004-07-31T22:21:00.000-05:002004-07-31T22:23:14.176-05:00

"Every facet, every department of your mind it to be controlled by you, and unless you assume your rightful responsibility and begin to program your own mind, the world will program it for you"

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1089386839709244172004-07-09T10:19:00.000-05:002004-07-09T10:27:19.710-05:00

My employer uses twenty-six years of my life for every year I get to keep. And what do I get in return…for my life? —Michael Ventura Have you ever stopped to consider how much of your life is going into work? If you are like most people, nothing will occupy more of your waking adult life. Consider what becomes of the 168 hours you have each week. Today in America, a typical adult works 8 hours a

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1089385891351148722004-07-09T09:31:00.000-05:002004-07-09T10:18:41.290-05:00

I spent my first Independence Day away from Huntsville since I moved to Alabama. This is also the first fourth I've spent without having Bill as my sidekick. Its kind of funny, I remember last year joking that I'd be in the Midwest over the fourth of July and look what happens I'm spending six days in Nebraska. I stayed at Ann's grandmother's place in Duncan, Nebraska 7 miles outside of

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1087663902209535992004-06-19T11:34:00.000-05:002004-06-19T12:23:49.423-05:00

The people of a America are outraged and appalled by the savagery of the beheading of a civilian from the United States. I find it ironic that people are so disgusted. Saying such things as "they're animals over there". When in fact our country, from the assumed morally superior west, has been killing and torturing the people of another country half way across the globe. Check out these

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1087506191898010002004-06-17T15:49:00.000-05:002004-06-17T16:03:11.896-05:00

Its a sad day. Another one of my friends blogs has been removed. I'll miss diving into the depths of R's mental immersions. I guess I'll just have to get my deep thoughts from R in person. Like his ethical concerns over corrupting a 19 year old college women by introducing her to alcohol. Is it good or bad? I really don't think so, but others are entitled to their opinion. Back to the death

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1087313470088771492004-06-15T10:04:00.000-05:002004-06-15T10:34:08.250-05:00

I've been waiting now for someone in HPP to post a detailed recap of the weekend, but it hasn't happened, so I'll give a very summarized version. PD was mad drunken sophomoric fun. I felt like I was back in high school again. All we did is run around acting like drunken fools for a day and a half. Some of the highlights were: On the way up: giving the shocker to everyone one, Armish girls...

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1086274816178467252004-06-03T09:58:00.000-05:002004-06-03T10:00:16.180-05:00

I'm glad to see that the glamour of Rock n Roll isn't dead. What these guys need is more guitars and shirt-less guys in their band.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1086122448511926582004-06-01T15:24:00.000-05:002004-06-01T15:45:00.293-05:00

My Memorial Day Weekend was freaking fantabulous. It was great to see my friends again. Bill's b-day bash was fun. Mad props go out to Adrian for being awesome and putting together a great surprise for Billy. I'm glad to see that so many of my friends have such great women to add to the happiness in their lives. Gambling and yucking it up at Mohegan Sun on Saturday was cool. The whole

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1084914924711796422004-05-18T16:08:00.000-05:002004-05-18T16:15:24.713-05:00

I wish life was more like blogging. In the real world, when you did or said something you regretted it would be totally awesome to have the ability to just delete it. Then its like it never happened, just like on the blog. Nobody will ever remember my crazy boycott post now. Order is restored to my blogging world.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1084487090252627822004-05-13T17:14:00.000-05:002004-05-13T17:24:50.253-05:00

I just talked to my friend Bad Boy Bill, from New England. He has been sober since the beginning of February. This is a guy who averaged about a six pack a night, I think. Man, he's got me thinking that it may be nice to get back on the wagon and see where it takes me. I know some of you will say that it leads to BoresVille. But right now BBB has me motivated. I'll probably wait until

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1084197829264392672004-05-10T08:42:00.000-05:002004-05-10T09:07:45.290-05:00

This past weekend Z, Ann and I went to The Savage Gulf, 2.5 hours north in Tennessee, to go camping. We hiked 8.3 miles the first day to Hobbs cabin campsite. It was a beautiful day in the high 80's all day. The heat didn't effect us too much though, because we remained in the shade of the trees most of the time. We hiked along the North Rim trail which provided awesome outcrop views of the

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1083679961664570242004-05-04T09:12:00.000-05:002004-05-04T09:16:37.356-05:00

I had a most uneventful weekend. Its all good though. I went to the Tybrin happy hour on Friday evening. Then went over to Ann's for a celebration meal. She passed her Net+ test, so cooked a meal and we all drank champagne. After everyone had their drink on we went to Vinyl. It was the same old dance club shit. Man, how I'm starting loathe that place. Saturday I played disc golf with R, G

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1083334036650450932004-04-30T09:07:00.000-05:002004-04-30T09:11:35.186-05:00

I know I bitch and complain a lot about the current state of western civilization, but now I'd like to take the time to actually talk about the good points of our society. Last night after playing Ultimate and running in the pouring rain, being soaked and exhausted, I was very thankful to be able to return to my nice warm box(apartment). After taking a great hot shower, something people of the

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1082993829172526532004-04-26T10:37:00.000-05:002004-04-26T10:43:12.483-05:00

Weekend Recap: I had a very fun action packed weekend. First off I was captain of The Jagermeister Death Squad ultimate frisbee team at the Huckfest tournament in Huntsville. We all lived up to our team name by doing shots of Jager during our games and partying late into the night on Saturday, well almost all of us some team members thought sleep was more important than partying. Our team

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1082391714593388822004-04-19T11:21:00.000-05:002004-04-19T11:26:45.560-05:00

I had another most awesome weekend. Ruben and I went camping and hiking near Cheaha Mountain. To read an excellent recap of the weekend go to Ruben's blog. Ruben impressed the hell out of me by hiking along not complaining at all, even when he had a blister gushing blood. The weather and trails were all perfect. We hiked through forests, past mountain ranges, by streams, water falls and

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1082145328181021402004-04-16T14:55:00.000-05:002004-04-16T14:59:27.140-05:00

I think my job is meaningless and mundane. It serves no other purpose to me than to provide a paycheck. Work should be seen as a place to build character, develop organizational skills, integrity, honesty, punctuality, social skills, dependability and creativity in problem solving. But couldn’t the end result also be more meaningful to me and society as a whole. Instead, the software I work

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1082040149899865932004-04-15T09:42:00.000-05:002004-04-15T09:46:27.360-05:00

As a mother watches over her child, willing to risk her own life to protect her only child, so with a boundless heart should one cherish all living beings, suffusing the whole world with unobstructed loving kindness. -Metta Sutta

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1081807089370486042004-04-12T16:58:00.000-05:002004-04-12T17:09:10.403-05:00

I can't make sense of a world where people don't care when a hundreds of years old forest is bulldozed to make room for a shopping mall. Yet they flock to a hotel/shopping center with a man made rainforest inside. They'd rather walk through a shopping center made to look like a forest than goto a real forest just outside their suburban community. I can't make sense of a world where people

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1081786531625965732004-04-12T11:15:00.000-05:002004-04-12T11:19:25.403-05:00

Nothing happens in the world? Are you out of your fucking mind? People are murdered every day. There's genocide, war, corruption. Every fucking day, somewhere in the world, somebody sacrifices his life to save someone else. Every fucking day, someone, somewhere makes a conscious decision to destroy someone else! People find love, people lose it! For Christ's sake, a child watches her mother

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1081780432437015862004-04-12T09:33:00.000-05:002004-04-12T10:57:03.810-05:00

Well, I made it through Lent without drinking. I have no excuse not to drink now. That doesn't mean I'm going to though. I've truly enjoyed being sober the last 49 days. My new goal, as I stated in an earlier post, is to be on the wagon for 100 days to break my record of 90 days. Its going to be a little harder now that Ann is drinking again. She started at midnight on Saturday night,

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1081256992274415772004-04-06T08:09:00.000-05:002004-04-06T08:13:37.746-05:00

I was up at 5:00 fucking AM this morning and its freaking great. I did my taxes, read for awhile, ate breakfast and got to work by 7:30. I woke up this morning with a few questions in my head. Nothing really important though, just stuff like what am going to eat for breakfast, who's on the HPP summer league team, who won the NCAA basketball finals and what the fuck is really going on over in

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1081200804135276142004-04-05T16:33:00.000-05:002004-04-05T16:37:08.500-05:00

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1081198989198164172004-04-05T16:03:00.000-05:002004-04-05T16:06:53.826-05:00

“A man without ambition is dead. A man with ambition but no love is dead. A man with ambition and love for his blessings here on earth is ever so alive.” -Pearl Bailey

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1081198940217735672004-04-05T16:02:00.000-05:002004-04-05T16:20:28.483-05:00

Once again I had another great freaking weekend. Ann and I went camping in the Sipsey Wilderness Saturday and Sunday. Both days were absolutely beautiful, not a cloud in the sky, with perfect temps. The first day we hiked in 6-7 miles. At the end of the day we camped in the bottom of a canyon next to a 700-800 year old tree, which is the largest tree this side of the Mississippi, and two

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080833765962751312004-04-01T09:36:00.000-06:002004-04-01T09:40:25.420-06:00

Point of view? Are we no more than sensory windows on our universe, each with only a point of view? We act as guides to our own lives, providing verbal commentary. At some point during our development we stopped having real experiences. Everything became viewed from within. Symbology and syntax have grown to replace genuine reality. The life of an adult is nothing but words. In times of

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080829956063346012004-04-01T08:32:00.000-06:002004-04-01T08:36:14.390-06:00

Sobriety is making me go insane...in a good way...I think. I almost have too much energy and too many thoughts coming too quickly. It may just be a consequence of too little sleep, too much sanka and too little food though. I used to talk about drinking all the time on this blog. Now its all about not drinking. How freaking boring it must be for the readers. Quote of The Day: "I'm

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080595614774392382004-03-29T15:26:00.000-06:002004-03-29T15:30:29.436-06:00

Dream Life is like a dream, the ancients say, so there is no good in taking it too seriously. What is real one day disappears the next. What seems like a good thing as it approaches suddenly turns into something disastrous instead. Out of nowhere, we receive good fortune. And through no fault of our own, we can attract the enmity of others. It is no wonder that those who followed Tao of old

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080570686674663052004-03-29T08:31:00.000-06:002004-03-29T08:49:19.200-06:00

Well I made it through another weekend without drinking. I only have 12 days left until Easter. Then I can officially drink without getting any slack from Ann. I'm going to shoot for 100 days though. I'm not sure if its worth losing out on the good times just to play a stupid Geoff min-game with myself, but it will be interesting to see how my will power stands up. Anywho, I had another

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080230462957598762004-03-25T10:01:00.000-06:002004-03-25T10:04:32.200-06:00

“What do we mean by saying that existence precedes essence? We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world — and defines himself afterwards. If man as the existentialist sees him is not definable, it is because to begin with he is nothing. He will not be anything until later, and then he will be what he makes of himself.” - Sartre

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080230220526822612004-03-25T09:57:00.000-06:002004-03-25T10:00:29.796-06:00

The world is beautiful, but has a disease called Man. - Nietzsche

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080229966948994432004-03-25T09:52:00.000-06:002004-03-25T09:56:16.250-06:00

I can't believe I haven't drank for over 30 days. I'm going to try to top my record of 90 days, which I did a few years back. Its good to detox the system every now and then. There's been some talk of what exactly is the philosophy of existentialism, so I've posted the dictionary's entry below. Existentialism - A philosophy that emphasizes the uniqueness and isolation of the individual

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080049501461911872004-03-23T07:45:00.000-06:002004-03-23T07:48:27.233-06:00

Quote of the Day Peggy- "Tell me you love me, Al" Al-"I love football, I love beer, let's not cheapen the meaning of the word -Al Bundy

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1080005270812431822004-03-22T19:27:00.000-06:002004-03-22T19:31:16.123-06:00

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us. - Helen Keller

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1079969396517894732004-03-22T09:29:00.000-06:002004-03-22T10:09:53.983-06:00

I had a great chill weekend. Let's see I went to the movies Friday night to see Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. It freaking rocked. I spent Saturday just lounging around reading all day. Then that night Ann made me dinner at her place. She made this great mediterranean dish, which consisted of cous cous and vegetables. We spent the rest of the night just cruising around looking at the

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1079737600917205132004-03-19T17:06:00.000-06:002004-03-19T17:10:02.250-06:00

My mind is blank today. Two nights ago my head was over flowing with ideas, today its empty.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1079624760528648712004-03-18T09:46:00.000-06:002004-03-18T09:49:19.543-06:00

I always seem to have enough physical energy, but since of I've been sober I've noticed my mental energy is a lot higher. Which is totally rad. Right now though I think I'll use that energy for work instead of blogging.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1079363540857594922004-03-15T09:12:00.000-06:002004-03-15T10:19:40.860-06:00

A little weekend update for all you RC fans out there keeping it real. It was another sober weekend for yours truly. Friday night I just chilled with Ann. We ended up at IHOP at 12:30 AM, though. Where I consumed some pancakes and more syrup than I ever have in one sitting in my entire life. I think it was nearly a whole bottle. Those were some dry fucking pancakes. The next day I went

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1079141538788846982004-03-12T19:32:00.000-06:002004-03-12T19:35:30.326-06:00

"We must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, militarism and economic exploitation are incapable of being conquered. A nation can flounder as readily in the face of moral and spiritual bankruptcy as it can through

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1079021180101535762004-03-11T10:06:00.000-06:002004-03-11T10:09:30.123-06:00

I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. -- Dean Martin

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1078847420703417392004-03-09T09:50:00.000-06:002004-03-09T09:58:21.233-06:00

Music: Kidney Thieves Mood: Fuck I don't know, I'm barely even awake yet So, I'm performing the shower portion of my weekday ritual, when I realize damn I feel tired I just want to go sleep for a couple of more hours. I think I can't do that I have to go to work. But that's not what I really want to do. I basically have no choice in the matter. If I want to sustain my life I have to go into

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1078790925895977722004-03-08T18:08:00.000-06:002004-03-08T18:21:39.250-06:00

Music: System of a Down Mood: apologetic I didn't mean to further excite the on going flame war on the HPP blog this morning. I almost didn't put in my little one liner: I'm getting too old to act like an immature 24 year old who hasn't experienced anything, yet thinks he knows it all. But I had to maintain my asshole image. I knew it would get under R's skin. I guess it was just a little

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1078777298359039822004-03-08T14:21:00.000-06:002004-03-08T14:24:44.496-06:00

Music: Tool still Mood: Chai-ed to the max Here is a morbid piece I found while spring cleaning. I think I wrote it several years ago, one dark night while sitting on the porch of 128 Highland Street: ------------------------------------------------------ Pain all around me. The darkness swells up in me. Rises up like the tide on the shore. The loneliness of life on Earth so detached,

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1078718709507777372004-03-07T22:05:00.000-06:002004-03-07T22:08:14.733-06:00

Well its been 13 days of Sobriety and its been fucking great. I actually woke up on a Sunday full of energy, ready to take on the world. Instead of the world I just concentrated on cleaning my apartment. I figure first I'll start organizing my living space and car. Then I'll move on to arranging my life. I was out in Phoenix all last week for an uneventful work trip, just lots of testing

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1078075756487872592004-02-29T11:29:00.000-06:002004-02-29T11:32:42.106-06:00

I had big plans to get into work early today to bust out a bunch of code in preparation for my trip to test our software in Phoenix. Instead I stay up until 4:00 AM playing with Ann and I'm in here later than intended, tired as hell. Its all good. Last night was pretty fun. Steve, Deb, Ann and I hung out at the Station, a bar a couple of miles from my place. A place Bad Boy Bill Look would

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1078075126685650382004-02-29T11:18:00.000-06:002004-02-29T11:21:41.466-06:00

Since I'm at work on a Sunday I think this quote is fittting. "I have never met a man on his deathbed who wishes he had spent one more hour at work." - unknown

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1078075030467049182004-02-29T11:17:00.000-06:002004-02-29T11:20:05.263-06:00

'When the last river and the last forest has been destroyed...man will discover that he cannot eat money -Black Elk

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077894894000191512004-02-27T09:14:00.000-06:002004-02-27T09:18:25.170-06:00

Music: Tool - Eulogy Mood: Ready to Conquer the World ----------------------------------------------------------------- Confine yourself to observing and you always miss the point of your life. The object can be stated this way: Live the best life you can. Life is a game whose rules you learn if you leap into it and play it to the hilt. Otherwise, you are caught off balance, continually

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077831855366860082004-02-26T15:44:00.000-06:002004-02-27T09:19:32.060-06:00

Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing it's self subjectively, that there is no death and life is merely a dream. - Bill Hicks

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077831016783087272004-02-26T15:30:00.000-06:002004-02-26T15:33:07.513-06:00

Music: Tool - third eye Think for yourself Question authority Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing,

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077724350889321012004-02-25T09:52:00.000-06:002004-02-26T09:36:17.090-06:00

Music: None Mood: Not in the mood for music I want to write a big long piece about women and partying, but just don't have the time or mental concentration to right now. I'll do it after work. All I can come up with is this joke list. Why Women Are Better Than Beer You can spend all night with women and still find your car keys. A beer won't watch the kids while you go bowling (or fishing)

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077635008867480912004-02-24T09:03:00.000-06:002004-02-24T09:35:43.576-06:00

I think I may have left part of myself back in New Orleans. I hope it was my drunken asshole self. I'm still not fully recovered, but I feel a hell of a lot better than I have the last two days. Actually after spending a nice relaxing night with Ann I feel pretty damn good. It was nice to just chill, eat some food and watch a movie. I think I'll do something similar tonight. There seems

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077574293246111742004-02-23T16:11:00.000-06:002004-02-23T16:14:20.170-06:00

After this weekend in New Orleans I'm totally destroyed. I just want to chill out for a good couple of years now. By then I'll be 30 and ready to start raising a family, hahaha. Since I celebrated Mardi Gras I think its only fitting I give something up for Lent. So, I've decided not to drink any alcohol from Ash Wednesday until Easter. Its going to be a long 40 days, but I think I could use

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077215512214445602004-02-19T12:31:00.000-06:002004-02-19T12:36:49.466-06:00

Everybody's talking and no one says a word Everybody's making love and no one really cares There's nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs. Always something happening and nothing going on There's always something happening cooking and nothing in the pot They're starving back in China so finish what you got. They're starving back in China so finish what you got. Nobody told me there'd be

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077209125252491712004-02-19T10:45:00.000-06:002004-02-19T10:48:06.076-06:00

Music: John Lennon - Strange Days Indeed (Courtesy of JQ) Mood: Planning, scheming, weaseling, sly foxing --- that time was 4 a.m. on a Saturday night in 2000, and the place was some long-lost illegal mountain rave. Partying like it's 1999 gets wearisome after five or so years.

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077205088461401212004-02-19T09:38:00.000-06:002004-02-19T09:40:49.293-06:00

"I killed a 6-pack just to watch it die" and something meaningful "In case you're worried about what's going to become of the younger generation, it's going to grow up and start worrying about the younger generation."

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077204166783715742004-02-19T09:22:00.000-06:002004-02-19T09:30:29.263-06:00

So, on my way to work today I see this really lame bumper sticker that says "We Love Pets". I know, my fucking shit doesn't everyone love pets. Its like a guy putting a bumper sticker on his car that says "I love pussy". Well no fucking shit doesn't every guy love pussy. Well unless he's a caddy. Then his bumper sticker would say "I love dick". Then I'd be like no fuckking shit you gay

Uncle Rnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198756.post-1077119568142956572004-02-18T09:52:00.000-06:002004-02-18T09:55:40.716-06:00

Great men talk about ideas, average people talk about events, and low people talk about other people.

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