Thursday, December 28, 2006

Here I come

It's been a great few days at home. I got all the good stuff I wanted for Christmas, saw Danielle's family, and visited with the Mulderses. Now we're off to California for my sixth straight bowl game trip. We leave at 6am tomorrow (ugh). I'll be back late on the 3rd, and I sure better have visions of sugarplums, a 12-1 2006 record, and Mike Hart Heismans dancing in my head. GO BLUE!

Friday, December 22, 2006

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

In case you don't have the stadium map memorized, that's between the 45 and 50, press box side.

I don't know how we pulled this off. By the time we actually get there, I will be bursting at the seams with excitement. I may literally come unstitched and spill my contents onto the unsuspecting alumni around us.

new apartment

It took a while but we got me all moved in yesterday. Somehow we fit everything between my car and Danielle's brother's Astro-van. I actually did get it all unpacked, and while I was at work this morning she scoured the place so it looks sweet now. Here's looking in from the main entrance:

Looking back toward the kitchen:

Turning slightly to the right to see the living area:

And my bedroom:

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

moving out

Just when I start to get settled in, it's once again time for everything to change.

The office at work is completely reorganizing. This isn't a terribly big deal but still something new to get used to. Simultaneous with that, I'm moving to my new apartment on Forest where I'll be until mid-August. Except for saying goodbye to several good friends this week, I'm excited for all of this... but it's certainly going to be different.

My roommates Matt and Phil, who I have effectively lived with for 7 semesters, graduated last week and are moving out today.

I am going to miss their antics and contributions to my familiar reassurances of normal life. Things like Phil's "classhole" away message, Matt's "I hate North Campus" rants; making fun of Phil's loofas and shower squeegees and Matt's constant supply of cranberry juice, Phil's cruelly vulgar greetings, Matt's unrelenting cell phone ring; From the days of the 300 Williams triple-bunk and Entertainment Kingdom to ironboard luging at 1033 Michigan to the victory lap in our 1880s woodshed, it has been a blast. This last semester was a hell of a way to go out and I'm very glad they put off finding a house until the last minute so I could be a part of it all one more time.


The UM business school decided to toss out copies of the Every Three Weekly that it found objectionable, according to the latest issue. While the E3W may not have any legal grounds to stand on, it's embarrassing that such a highly regarded school within such a highly regarded university would resort to such petty methods of handling controversy.

They not only said they wanted to make the University experience "as comfortable and welcoming is [sic] possible," but lauded their own flippant dismissal of prior controversies:
Some females complained about the Sat FB pgms [football programs] because of déjà vu ads.
We just tossed them.

It sounds more like the business school is headed by Will Hays.
Sorry we failed to meet your Production Code standards for distribution.

They'll probably be eviscerated in the next issue. The E3W has always been great at publicly flogging people or events like this several times over.

Monday, December 18, 2006


This weekend, Danielle and I discovered that I have passive perfect pitch. Apparently this is an extremely rare ability to identify notes and chords without being given a reference pitch first. I know I've been able to do this for a while, but never thought much of it and figured tons of people could do it too. But evidently this is an uncommon skill and musicians everywhere are envious. Cool!

Thursday, December 14, 2006


The Detroit Free Press reports that Tigers pitcher Joel Zumaya's arm injury that kept him from pitching during some parts of the Playoffs a few months ago came from playing too much Guitar Hero.

Monday, December 11, 2006

is Chicago

I was in Chicago this weekend and I found a great way to get there and back with minimal hassle. Thanks to the efforts of the Northern Indiana Commuter Transport trains, I got there for the cost of a tank of gas and $5 train ticket and didn't have to worry about parking. I wish Amtrak could follow suit.

I was fortunate to spend Friday with Mulder, as it was his last weekend living on his own. Many video games were played and good times were had. Jessie moved in on Saturday and while it's strange to think that this guy I've known for 15 years now living with his fiancee in his high-rise apartment in Chicago, it's no less exciting and I'm happy for them both. Plus, that apartment has it all--

A great view:

Comfortable amenities:

And (permanent!) good company:

Back in Ann Arbor, it's a glorious week for eating.

MONDAY: Tios for dinner after Pasta-Roni failed
TUESDAY: Dinner @ Aunt Kathy's, also making chocolate chip cookies
WEDNESDAY: Library holiday lunch @ Cottage Inn
THURSDAY: Buffalo Wild Wings
SATURDAY: Mongolian Barbecue
SUNDAY: Either Palio with the Koliches or dinner with Danielle's family Posted by Picasa

Thursday, December 07, 2006


When a number doesn't exist to solve your math problem, just make a new one up!

Calvin would be proud.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006


I don't really ask people questions anymore. I just use Google whenever I want to know anything.

Knowing that, I decided to clear my Google Search History upon discovering that it contains almost five thousand queries. Nothing good can come of having everything I've wanted to know since mid-May logged and recorded. I mean, seriously:

Monday, December 04, 2006

Bowl mess

Inspirational words from true champions:

'I couldn't look,' said UF co-defensive coordinator Charlie Strong, who is in charge of the kick blocking teams. 'Then at the last second I looked up and saw Jarvis big [left] palm and said, `Yes!' It just feels great to win this, especially after we played so bad.

Those guys are playing for the title.

FUTURE PREDICTIONS: Michigan Replay, 1/7/2007:

There is no theme music and no highlights, just the two-shot of the studio floor. Lloyd Carr stares daggers at the camera while smoking cigarettes for thirty uninterrupted minutes. Jim Brandstatter sits next to a life-sized effigy of Urban Meyer that he has soaked overnight in kerosene. At the end of the show, Lloyd flicks his cigarette onto the couch, and turns and walks away with his middle finger fully extended from his outstretched arm. The woosh of the flames exceeds the safe levels of the broadcast and viewers' speakers crackle. Carr and Brandstatter peel out of the parking lot in Lloyd's 1974 Buick Regal.

Let's hope.

THE BCS FORMULA is entirely predicated upon the fact that the basis for the polls is to:

1) Vote for best team in nation
2) Vote for next best team
3) Continue (2) n more times, until n=23.

The fact that the pollsters artificially amend the votes for any motivation other than 1,2,3 above inhibits the BCS system from operating the way it is designed to operate.

BECAUSE OF the criminal pandering of CBS commentators, the inanity of the pollsters' decisions, and the asinine logic of the Harris poll, Florida got in because the voters, and not the football teams, decided they were a more worthy opponent. Lloyd Carr, of course (and this may be his tragic flaw), handled the week with integrity and class, unlike his sniveling counterpart:

There was a dare to ESPN to cover this in a pro-Florida way: "I hope they list all the statistics, put it all out on the table, here's what it is."

There was potential emotional distress: "We're going to tell a group of young men that just went 12-1 in a most difficult schedule that they don't have a chance to go play for a national championship? I'm going to need help with that one."

It was a speech that James Carville and Karl Rove would have loved. Meyer didn't even seem to understand how it could upset Carr. He couldn't see the issue. He didn't get the problem.

WE'RE GOING to play USC in the Rose Bowl. It's a Big Ten-Pac 10 matchup, just like it should be, and I'll be there, and I can't help but be excited about that. But it's like getting the item you wanted second-most on your Christmas list and watching your (annoying younger) brother get the better one. He didn't even want it until he knew you did, and he's just going to break it when he takes it out of the box.