Friday, September 30, 2005
The Lansing State Journal's MSU football coverage has been the best in the state recently. But this illustration for a story about the State-Michigan rivalry gives me serious pause. Did they actually have Joe Rexrode draw this because they were trying to cut costs? Yikes.
We just discovered this morning that Wallace the cat has taught himself to pee in the toilet. My guess is that if the Hudsons still had the Pet of the Month award, this would make him the automatic qualifier.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
From: Craig Gaines
Subject: Bob Odenkirk
To: Hayley Gaines
You may have heard of him. I saw him in lockerroom at the Y this morning. He was sweaty.
next time you see him, try to wipe some of his sweat on a towel or something. Then we can extract the sweat and clone our very own Bob Odenkirk. Like a pet, only better
Now that's some genius.
Yeah, yeah, I totally know a guy on the inside. We can clone him and keep him as a pet. Feed him table scraps if he's good and rub his belly while we watch television.
Let's think big: An army of Bob Odenkirk clones. They'd stake out the
For that matter, let's bring home the troops and send
And then we can send them into outer space to spread goodwill and arch humor across the galaxy. We'll be making friends with Gorg in Sector A.19-Z in no time.
You don't think we need Bob Odenkirk's permission for this, do you?
I'm sure he'd be very supportive of our endeavors and that such a busy guy in the industry such as he wouldn't want to be bothered with such issues as "permission." Let's not get bogged down in Katrinaesque bureaucracy.
What about a basketball team? The Odenkirks vs. the Harlem Globetrotters would be HILARIOUS!
ANy sporting team, really. Army vs. Odenkirks.
Or an all Odenkirk cast of Lysistrata.
I advocate creating a superrace of Bob Odenkirks, an insanely funny, clever race of men governed by the rules of irony and sarcasm.
Where will they live? Hitler apparently originally wanted to send all the Jews to
I vote for
I've heard the whole Greenland/Iceland thing. But have you ever been there? Ever known someone from there? I believe I also went on this line in the past year about
If we did create a super race of Odenkirks, would we be there leaders? Or would we designate one of the Odenkirks to lead all the other Odenkirks? And if so, would let the Odenkirkian society determine its own fate or would play the Rasputin role and rule from behind the scenes? I vote for the latter.
I'm fine with behind-the-scenes string pulling. It's amazingly effective. Furthermore, I've known people who have visited
Trust me, I'll never think seriously about
Best show ever? The Kills.
After the show at the El Rey, Mike said, "That was like a snuff film."
Best MSU quarterback ever? (Detroit News)
How does that feel? Ooh. Ouch. (Detroit News)
Best football fans ever?
Pretty good beer at the best bar ever?
Best siblings ever?
OK, this is getting old.
A tradition is revived.
We represent Commonwealth.
Ugliest house ever?
Monday, September 26, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
So long to Curt Sylvester. He told our Free Press family (in Lansing, odd, I know) the Lions story with class. I hope Nick Cotsonika does an O.K. job filling his shoes.
Just found a column archive for Beth Jones. Happy reading.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
A few images from the day:
What a great coupla kids.
In which I make a new friend named Hector Villenueva von Boorstein, the Third, the Second, DDS.
Scott loves California; California loves Scott.
"So the beach house would probably go about there, the cabana to the left, hot tub somewhere in the back ..."
Why not all the way off?
I'm excited about the volunteer gig. I'll be helping clients prepare resumes and conduct mock interviews with them. These are folks who want to get into the work force, but never learned the basic skills for doing so. Most of them have pretty resume-unconventional pasts, so this will be a challenge. But I think I'm going to meet some great people and learn a lot about life on the tough side. I'll keep everyone posted.
Katie Rexrode is back from her punishing, but I hope rewarding, journey. Welcome back, champ!
Hafner for MVP.
|Chicago Sox||91||60||.603||-||44-33||47-27||698||621||Lost 1||4-6|
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
I'm going on a tour of SoCal beaches with the Bairds today. Yes, I'm luckier than most.
Why didn't I know that Steven Seagal was born in Lansing? Did anyone else know this? Why didn't you tell me? What's going on here?
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
That's right. The card says Hollywood. Took a quick swim after joining today. Weight machines, exercise bike, and buff Gaines to follow.
Now I'm off to interview for a volunteer gig at this place on Skid Row called Chrysalis, which helps poor folks attain job skills. Wish me luck.
Paul Konerko, meet Bob Wickman. Cleveland Indians, get ready for first place.
CITY OF CLEVELAND: START SUPPORTING YOUR BASEBALL TEAM. ALL YOU PEOPLE DO IS WHINE WHEN THE TEAM IS BAD AND THEN YOU DON'T SUPPORT THEM WHEN THEY BECOME THE MOST EXCITING TEAM IN BASEBALL. BUY A TICKET. GO TO A GAME. YOU CAN DO THIS. SEE THE 1990S FOR REFERENCE.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
It started with breakfast on the beach in Venice, served to Mike, Scott, and me by the dearest waitress, fresh to this country from a land that produces beautiful women with heart-melting accents. If the day weren't so perfectly sunny, her smile would have lit all of Southern California. But I digress.
We decamped for the MSU bar in Santa Monica (I can't bring myself to write the damn name of that place anymore) for what the Game of the Season, MSU-Notre Dame. Before we get to the game, allow me a few sentences of background on how much I hate Notre Dame. My hatred for this football program doesn't spring from any weird anti-Catholicism -- I'll leave that to the Catholics. It's just that since I started being cognizant of college football, in the late 1980s, ND has been the most arrogant, hyped, and, I'll be honest, maddeningly successful program. They were the favorites of favorites, loved by the media, followed by an army of fans. I couldn't stand their maudlin traditions, I couldn't stand their nebbishy coach, I couldn't stand their golden helmets. I hate Michigan more, but only by a nose. But I digress further.
Most of you have seen the game, so I'll spare most of those details. The atmosphere at the bar was solid, if not spectacular. It was helped a bunch by those most dedicated of alumna, Becky and Alethia, who helped sell raffle tickets and passed out surveys and generally represented well the Alumni Association. The group itself was typical MSU, good-natured, tortured with doubt, uncomfortable with our large lead for three quarters. When Notre Dame scored and a few Irish fans cheered, Mike yelled (three times), "You're still going to lose!" No one backed him up. Through the ups and downs, I communicated with my two no-fail text-message comrades, Leslie Rotan ("This is hurting my stomach.") and Jamie Cook ("Fuck yeah"). But as the game wore on and, even though we eventually gave up the lead, we were oddly optimistic. I know I was. I was sure MSU was going to win this football game. I've never been able to say that in my life. Why? Drew Stanton. The guy just doesn't lose his wits. He's in a good system and has good runners and great receivers. And as long as the defense came up with a few big stops -- and boy did they -- I knew we were going to win.
Overtime seemed over in a flash. ND scored their pathetic field goal in no time. And then ... that gorgeous option from Stanton to Teague, who, with great blocking, skipped right into that end zone. I don't think I even watched him cross the goal line. I was shouting and stomping and jumping and swearing and spitting and hollering and pounding tables and smacking high fives with everyone within reach. I ran around the bar and nearly ran my heart into the ground. In many ways, this was better than the Duke win in the basketball tournament last year. I was so proud that these guys actually won a game that we all expected them to. Pure magic.
Post-game highlights: Mike taunting some U-M fans as we left the bar ("Hey, didn't Michigan just LOSE to Notre Dame?") ... spotting Damon Wayons on the Third Street Promenade ... talking to a very lucid Craig Schmidt ... getting a respectful nod from a threesome of Iowa kids ... talking to some college professors who were MSU alums ... and Scott Baird uttering the quote of the day in the Adidas store, a quote so perfect and wrong that I can't record it here.
I'm sure we did some stuff after that, and that I had an OK time on Friday and Sunday. But it didn't matter this weekend. Those days didn't exist. Only Saturday. Sweet, victorious, top-50-days-of-all-time Saturday. And the California breeze stays steady ...
Alethia Calagias, Spartan of the Century.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Buckley was so excited about The Man's arrival that he fashioned festive headgear for the occasion.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
The gym I visited yesterday, 24-Hour Fitness, was nice enough. The facilities were clean and the equipment was very up to date and it wasn't too crowded. And it was even cool that it was located in the Arclight complex. And the women ... keee-ryste! as Zawacki says. But those sales jerks were so damn pushy that I wanted to not sign up just to stick it to them. I haven't had such a hard sell like that since I bought my car. And I liked the car guys better.
So I'm going to go check out the Hollywood YMCA tomorrow. The fees are about the same, and I've always liked the Y. Better people. I bet it's not as crowded, and I know the people won't be so slick.
I saw "Mr. Show" alum Jay Johnston at Ye Rustic the other day. And I think I saw Jason Lee there a few days before that. Can't be sure about Lee, though. (By the way, if you're ever at the bar with Hud and think you're spotting a celeb but don't tell him until later, he gets really grouchy.)
I thought I was about to go on this tea kick and move away from coffee, but that ended this morning. Damn chemical addiction.
The Detroit News comes through with a really interesting feature on Lansing Eastern alum Kaleb Thornhill, a third-generation Spartan. I'd never heard the story of how his dad, who's from Roanoke, ended up at State. Great read.
|2005 American League Wild Card Standings|
|NY Yankees||82||62||.569||1||47-27||35-35||777||695||Won 3||7-3|
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
I finally decided to join a gym after trying to jog yesterday. Has anyone ever done this? Jogging? It's the worst goddamn thing you can do to yourself. You feel awful, you're panting like a pederast, your dorky glasses are falling off your face, you're dodging cars and dog poop. Who thought up this kind of exercise? Stalin? I'll take a pool or exercise bike anytime, thanks.
The Lansing State Journal rolled out a new look for its Web site. Oddly, Joe Rexrode's head hasn't been designed into the logo. ***** Speaking of Rexrodes, everyone send good vibes toward Katie, as she walks approximately 7,000 miles for a breast cancer walk. Go Katie!
Nice feature on Andy Birol, IB.
The top of the Washington Post's Web site is a blog on the Roberts confirmations. First time a blog's ever led a major news site?
Attention, people of Cleveland: Be like Joe Frey and start attending baseball games.
Governor Swanny? I bet he'd have Keith Jackson's vote.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Falling James Moreland, lead singer of The Leaving Trains and copy editor at the L.A. Weekly, tells the truth at Sunset Junction.
Bassist for The Leaving Trains.
Me, sweating like a criminal, at Sunset Junction. Warren Clarke's mouth is in the bottom left.
While the Junction could be described as a carnival-like atmosphere, I didn't see any clowns.
Monday, September 12, 2005
But reports from the house -- taken by Hud who works outside the city on a giant, beautiful body of water -- say the Beckster and Craigers are holding up despite the darkness. Weather statistics would seem to imply that it is still a beautiful day outside. And latest information said that at least one 'fan can' of Coors remained in the fridge. Experts disagree as to how long the can will remain cold.
Most power is back on. Chances of watching MNF: 90 percent.
"You are ordering NFL Sunday Ticket along with Premium Platinum including every premium channel and all sports networks. Is this correct Mr. Hudson?"
They handed us the remote. No instructions. No hints. No tips or tricks. Just a remote, like the Spaniards dropping three boats and some crew on Columbus.
Michigan had already lost (as I predicted) to the Irish. This day can't get better.
Gaines and Hud hit guide. 300+ channels? Sports please. Flip. Flip. Flip.
ESPN-U "NCAAF: HAWAII (0-1) @ MICHIGAN STATE (1-0)"
You're kidding. Add the XM broadcast and we've got George Blah-hah! and a live picture. Oh my. Add about 12 beers, a Ye Rustic Run, some pizza, wings, etc. Great day. All day.
But the real star emerged with the new California sun. 10a -- we head over to Glennys for some downtown tamales and conversation with the Interscope crowd. JETS blow it quick. Looks awfully nice on the plasma screen, though.
@ the half, I dash back to the spot. On our own telly, we've got the Red Zone Channel, a channel that shows you the best action of the games at the moment, the NFL mix 1 & 2 which allows you to watch eight games at once. AND most importantly, we've got instant stats and scores from every game.
Get this. Watch one game...get that screen ringed by the scores from the others. All with little meters telling you who has the ball w/ field position. OK, then...the teams that are in the red zone turn red! And you just jump right over to them. So. Much. Buzz.
Sunday has truly become Funday.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Man, sometimes my nose looks just humongous.
I think I'm going to start posting (with permission) e-mails from friends that I find to be good reads. So few e-mails are. The first is from Ryan W. Ahrens of San Diego:
I know what you mean about life being too easy lately. I'm working in another restaurant, the job just sort of fell into my lap. It is exactly one block away from my apt.; I don't get paid a lot, but more than enough; it's really laid back so far, I almost feel like I'm stealing from this guy, know what I mean.
The restaurant caters to the ab. fabulous Hillcrest crowd, we have great food and wine (free to friends from LA), and there is a small courtyard between the kitchen and dining area where we project old b/w films. It risks being pretentious, but based on my observations of the owner (Chef Richard Wood, yeah, Richard Wood), that's not his intention at all.
How is it, with our "liberal controlled media," the Dems end up looking bad no matter which stance they take? Seems as though we're not allowed to discuss things in this country without being called names. I haven't been able to follow it as much as I'd like, but I've heard a lot of the arguments, and if Bush ends up stronger in the end it is the fault of the people (or, about 55% of them). It's not as simple as that, I know, we'll talk more about it later, I've been waiting to have someone to talk to about that, etc.
I really have to go, but, I can't remember if I told you that Nancy and I were just in New Orleans at the end of May. Even with a fresh image of the place and some of it's people it is hard to imagine the scope of it all. There are a lot of people with next to nothing in that area, I can't imagine what losing next to nothing is like.
Going to go get my learn on,Ryan.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
The Huds and the Houseguest from Hell...er...Cleveland (which is less durst?) are going to be tanning in a radiation of a different sort starting this Saturday as...
At some time starting from between 8a and Noon on Saturday the 10th...
We will have...
After an 8 month vacay...
Best day since yesterday. Buzz. Adelphia can eat a dee.
From the Life's Unfair, So Sue Dept.
Detroit, oh Detroit.
Interesting story out of Cleveland.
Break out the Tribe!
Can someone tell me why the Cavs signed Damon Jones? I though "allowing Chauncey Billups to dominate your point guard" was a discounted strategy after the Eastern Conference Finals last year.
I'm usually pretty impressed with the work done by The Roanoke Times' Web site. They have a nice Katrina blog written by solid reporter John Cramer.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Thanks to Becky Hudson for the suggestion.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Right into the Weekend Wrap, a brand I'm bringing back after some needless tinkering.
Saturday was the crown jewel of the weekend, a day so great I had a hangover by midafternoon. The journey started at 9 a.m. Pacific Time at the horribly named Yankee Doodles, a former strip club in Santa Monica where the MSU-L.A. Alumni Association gathers to cheer for the green and white. I watched the Sparties wreck Kent State, 49-14, with friends Mike, Becky, Alethia, Austin, screwdriver, and Irish coffee. With the victory easily in hand, Hudson made the phone rounds, ringing Brunt and Adrian, Chris Solari, Jamie Cook, and an absent Craig Schmidt. We then celebrated the win at Ye Rustic with some wings and beers. After that, it was on to the midday nap, which energized us for the night ahead and brought on a mild headache and loss of inner-ear function.
Fully recovered, Mike, Warren, and I headed to the home of the Exulted Warandis for a barbecue extroardinaire. The vintage Duran Duran and M. Jackson tunes set the mood for a really fun night, which included conversations on ethnic categorization and identity in the U.S., cross-country driving, life at the L.A. Weekly, and how to properly light a charcoal barbecue. I lost this last debate, in the second of a series I'll call "Having My Nuts Handed to Me in Front of Cool Persian Girls." This time, a mob of pyros insisted that the proper way to light a charcoal barbecue wasn't to light the coals and give them 20 minutes to slowly turn ashen, but rather to empty almost an entire container of lighter fluid on them. Having lost the debate, I retreated inside so as not to stand under the growing hole in the ozone layer opening above us.
But regardless, I did have a classic time talking to some great folks and sampled the best damn salad I've had in months. Thanks for a great time, Naz and Ryan.
Sunday was spent mostly in recovery. Mike and I stole over to our neighbor Ben's place for a few hours to eat pizza and watch hurricane coverage.
Friday, September 02, 2005
I keep wondering where all the poor folks will go. It'll be months if not a year or more before they can return to New Orleans, if they do at all. This country is obviously large enough to absorb them all, but where will they go?