May 2007 Archives

It's debatable. To say that something is the best or worst or to make those kind of comments that seem to block out other possibilities – I find it annoying. It feels like it's been happening more and more recently.

You may remember that I'm a fan of the San Antonio Spurs (and Manu, but he's not in this story, really). Recently there was a bit of controversy involved with a player on that team fouling another player in an excessively hard way. Immediately after the foul, 2 players from the opposing team left the bench (which is against the rules) in support of their teammate. Very shortly afterwards, they came to their senses and returned to the bench area, without having involved themselves at all in the game or with other players. Despite the innocence of the move by those two players (since they didn't actually do anything), they were suspended for 1 game each, as is dictated by the rule. The original player on the Spurs was suspended 2 games.

If you lightly scratch a finger nail on the bottom of a wooden table, you'll (roughly) hear the same sound we heard Monday night. Although Maria first noticed the sound, she didn't know what it was. Immediately after hearing it, I knew it was some kind of a rodent. I've dealt with rodents before. I lived in a house at one point where in a little over a month we killed 23 mice (that story would take its own blog entry). The difference between the rodents then and now is that my family was involved… and that's just not cool. You remember how I Shot the Sheriff? Well… my little rodent friend could only wish his death came as quickly.

I wonder at what point in a lifetime I, or other people in general, are able to recognize 100% of the time the moment when rationality has been lost due to lack of sleep. It's not uncommon for me to see in hindsight that I was acting irrationally because of that lack of sleep, yet in the moment it's harder for me to do. Recently we had a new little one (see pics of Becky) join our family, and leading up to the event, as well as now after the event, it's been made a bit more obvious to me how valuable sleep is. It seems that newborns already have mastered this skill. Becky just falls right asleep the moment that she knows she's about to become irrational (or for any other reason, like just being tired, but lets not cloud this entry in technicalities). The rest of us in my home don't follow such a fine example. I hope that at some point I get (back) to the point of being able to recognize that moment again, and take the decisive action that is needed. Otherwise, I'll just end up sticking my foot in my mouth like I already have a countless number of times. Go me.