Flat and Flats

On the Fourth of July ride on the flat NCR trail, I flatted. Once again I am forced to ride back to the car on a flatted tire. No idea why it keeps flatting, but I have to avoid this as biking on a flat tire plain sucks.

Physically I felt good. Not as bad as the other days this past week. Maybe fitness is coming around. Need to go out again.

Quote of the Day [7.03.11]

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

President Abraham Lincoln, The Gettysburg Address (Nov 17, 1863)

Sensual Love Song

Of course, the slow tempo hardly makes this ska, but the backing horns section and the syncopation hints towards it.

Whine and grind. A cool, cool stroker.

Why my season tickets are close to the field

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Foul balls were flying my way all night long. Close to last years seats. In fact, I most likely would’ve been the one reaching for the one that bounced back onto the field in the fourth.

I seem to get a ball every year. This one in the bottom of the eighth. Markakis catches a routine fly to right field. Since most of the regulars in my section were not there, I had moved over a couple of seats to hang over the right field wall. Markakis runs in as he does he looks my way. I do the international gesture for “throw me the ball:” hands go up.

He tosses it my way as he goes by! I am such a kid.

I had my camera in my hand so I almost crushed it while catching the ball.

One of the better moments in a dismal 5-1 loss at Camden Yards. Orioles are kind of lifeless right now. They’ve reverted to the mode they were in at the end of 2009: cruise control. We need the pod people back.

The Ska Flames

Why are Japanese ska bands so ridiculous? Is this how ska would’ve sound like if everyone still loved listening to it?