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This pretty much sums up the last few weeks with Elijah, aka, The Big Giggle.

thou shalt always

A tribute to Ironside Ultimate 2009.

To the tune of Thou Shalt Always Kill, by Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip.

Thou shalt not foul if there is a direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship Tweet Idols or follow West coasters.
Thou shalt not take the names of Paul Greff, Lenny Engel, Eric Zaslow, Bill Rodriguez, Dick Brown, Jordan Haskell or Steve Mooney in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays masters is useless. Some people are just soft.
Thou shalt not read RSD.
Thou shalt not stop liking a play just because it's become popular.
Thou shalt not question Ryan Todd.
Thou shalt not judge a team by its website.
Thou shalt not judge us by Ben's tights.
Thou shalt not buy Powerbar products.
Thou shalt not buy Gaia products.
Thou shalt not go onto the beach with Rosenthal's best friend, get drunk and photograph him.
Thou shalt not turn the disc so easily.
Thou shalt not use heckles, booze or music to get into girls' pants. Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch the prequarters.
Thou shalt not attend the track and leave as soon as you've done your shitty little workout you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not set up in the same inside position game in, game out just 'cause you got a block once in college that you're never gonna fucking get again anyway.

Thou shalt not put teams and star players on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
New York, New York: Were just some shirts.
Sockeye: Just some shirts.
Sub Zero: Just some shirts.
Furious George: Just some shirts.
Rhino Slam: Just some shirts.
Windy City: Just some shirts.
Johnny Bravo: Just some shirts.
Death or Glory: Were just some shirts.
The Condors: Just some shirts.
Clapham: Just some shirts.
Double Happiness: Just some shirts.
Jam: Just some shirts.
Boss Hogg: Just some shirts.
Twisted Metal: Just some shirts.
Chain Lightning: Just some shirts.
Revolver... JUST SOME SHIRTS.

Thou shalt give equal worth to turnovers that occur in non-elimination games as to those that occur in elimination games.
Thou shalt remember that hucks, pivots and swing were never part of the zone offense and never will be.
Thou shalt not play repetitive generic offense, thou shalt not play repetitive generic offense, thou shalt not play repetitive generic offense, thou shalt not play repetitive generic offense.
Thou shalt not huck and hope.
Thou shalt not holla if you're a balla.
Thou shalt not play to the crowd on a travel call.
Thou shalt not play all day, all day on D.
When I say "Iron" thou shalt not say "Side."
When I say "Up" thou shalt not say "What?".
When I say, he say, she say, we say, "pwn some nubes" - kill me.

Ah, I forgot where I was, hang on

Thou shalt not think Ted's happy.
Thou shalt not swing it like a college women's team.
Thou shalt not wish your cutters were a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the words "D-Hole" D-H-O-E-L not D-H-O-L-E, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Pony lost to Bodhi at regionals by saying "Is it".
Thou shalt think as a team.

And thou shalt always...
Thou shalt always kill!

elijah boyer moore

Elijah's first week has been a blurry joy, mostly documented on twitter and flickr. Highlights include happy healthy time at home, visits from young friends (look out Micah and Joey), and a radio shout out from our favorite DJ, John Richards on KEXP.

lads

Padding around the park yesterday, I caught our beloved hound in a thoughtful pose. He normally cranks it up an extra gear when the weather gets cold. With Heather out at a conference in NM, the lads have had in some quality time, but it sure is luxurious to stay warm and sip coffee when she takes him out for his morning romp.

charged up, ready to click!

Got the camera and iPhone charged and ready to head to DC. Joined the inauguration pool on flickr, and am hoping to find something worthy of submission to the Smithsonian Photography Initiative. With Heather's parents, nieces, and our own cub just 2 months away (gasp!), it has the feel of a multi-generational historic moment.

that's my boy right there

Eric Lynn Johnson and me in front of the original Norma's Cafe in Dallas, TX. Chicken-fried combos, rolls, pies, and politics were all consumed in delightful holiday quantities.

Plus, my folks are always more animated and alive when EJ's around.

indoorsy

'Tis the weekend for coffee, baking, and staying warm.

say what you mean, v1

Another series, this one to document moments of cognitive dissonance that crop up from the over-signage of our world.

The first was a fallen street sign still doing it's blinking best to let us know when to walk.

Next, a door at the Providence, RI Amtrak station whose invitation betrays the fact that it might automatically swing open on you at any time.

live simply

Indulged in a new t-shirt (I need many fewer, not more) and am trying to be more the bear than the fish. Couple this with my Run Easy hat (compliments of Jeff Graham) and I'm a walking bumper for life slogans.

new bicycle

Is Tony Romo my new bicycle? I thought it was Barack.

will it fit? v1

A question on the mind of anyone who has faced a refrigerator, trunk, backpack, or tupperware. I've always thought this would be a great companion to the How Much is Inside? series. This morning presented a perfect opportunity to potentially consolidate olive oil bottles.



Heather said yes unequivocally and went about her morning. I tended to agree but was a little more skeptical. As it turns out, she was spot on.

2012

The hunt for the future of the Republican Party is on!

turkey 2007

Heather and I went to Turkey last summer for a wedding. After one or two days there, the whole melting pot, cultural mix of strict, observant Muslims and wide-open Western consumerism made far more sense than when we flew back through O'Hare and grabbed a bite in the Fox Sports Zone.

view from above

Biking over the pedestrian side (sorry!) of the Manhattan Bridge, and happened upon wedding photos being taken below.

shopkeepers

Don't be fooled. These Red Hook residents drive a hard bargain.

no hands

countdown to 3-30-09

That's Heather's due date. Hoping our little cub doesn't arrive on April Fool's Day, cause who wants to have people mess with your birthday every year?

I've been soaking in all the congratulations and backslaps as we've been letting people know. One of the kindest things you can say to a man is "I think you'd be a great dad." And yes, believe it or not, I have heard that -- and I even think they were talking to me. I've read the book that Dan lent me, Be Prepared, though I'm sure not for the last time. So far my favorite MacGyver tip is on how to make an emergency diaper out of a dishtowel, sock, and duct tape.

Our working title for the little one has been Baby Ganoosh, since Heather announced the good news when we met at a Lebanese restaurant. Truth be told, she was there a few minutes early walking slowly down the street with a totally dazed look on her face. It didn't take long to discern why.

I even made a logo for our little one. Where are you without a brand these days?

gates photos

Here's what I wrote back when I took these photos of the Gates:

I'm glad people are alive to take the time and thought to care about such things.

I visited the park on three separate occasions, each time a different experience. Just when I felt like everything looked the same (we got some trees, pathway, and these big orange things...check), I'd discover a new nook or cranny of that revealed a new perspective on big orange gates draped over a park.

Saturday late afternoon/sundown. The throngs. More people than gates, but a definitive part of the public art experience.

Saturday night. Serene and isolated. Felt like Gates were lurking everywhere, just out of sight.

Monday late morning. Park blanketed in several inches of snow.

Soon they'll be gone and locals can have their neighborhoods back to themselves, but I'm very glad to have seen it while it was here.

hit return

I've been feeling lately that I'm 98% consumption, and 2% creation. And with much going on in the world (Obama=best birthday present EVER), and a little cub on the way at the end of March, it felt like the time to work on that ratio. Maybe get it down to say, 97%. 

hey little buddy