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No Escape

October 31st, 2014 · 1 Comment

I am currently looking at getting a new bike.

Took a new Indian out for a test ride… that thing was sweet. Great balance, lots of power, and an incredibly comfortable ride. I didn’t even need to hear the sales dude’s pitch… but I got it, anyway.

 

One of the things that he mentioned, and apparently it’s a huge feature to some, is that it is blue tooth compatible. “You can sync your iPhone and listen to tunes, and you’ll never miss a call!” iPhone nonsense aside, it still had me shaking my head.

Is not the point of a nice long ride a chance to get away?

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Remembering Rahma…

September 11th, 2014 · No Comments

*This is reposted on behalf of T1G.

I have not forgotten, and will not forget…

Reposted

The attacks of 9/11 will never be forgotten, nor will most of us forget what we were doing, where we were, or the feelings that flooded through us when we first heard the news. Our thoughts, fears, feelings, and ideals were solid, etched in stone. For some of us that hadn’t known someone murdered that day, time has a way of wearing those firm and definite edges away, dulling some of those memories. Not good.

I did not know anyone taken that day. But I heard about a special project, 2,996 Tribute*, and signed up. I drew Rahma Salie. I’ve only “known” her for a couple of weeks, but her death has affected me. Deeply.

Rahma, of Sri Lankan descent, was born to Yuseff and Haleema Salie in Japan, February, 1973. She went to an international school there, before coming here in 1992, to Wellesley College, where she majored in International Relations, and Japanese studies. She was a consultant in an IT firm, and rose to the position of Chief Operating Officer.

While attending Wellesley, Rahma met Michael Theodoridis, who was attending Boston University. They fell in love, and Michael, a Greek Orthodox Christian, converted to Islam before marrying his bride in 1998. “They were very much in love. They wouldn’t do anything without each other,” her father said. “There was never anything but a smile on their faces.” One article I read called them inseparable.

When I first saw the picture of Rahma, I couldn’t help but grin. You can see the love she’s got for her husband, but you could also look at her, and just know that she was someone that you wanted to know. Needed to know. One of her Wellesley schoolmates said in a forum, “I bet you could also hear the sound of her laugh while looking at her picture.” I could.

She was a very outgoing person, leaving a positive impression on all that she met. Vibrant, successful, hardworking, and driven. Sweet, radiant, loyal, and loving. All words that were used to describe her. I really would have liked to meet her.

On September 11, 2001, Rahma and Michael boarded American Airlines Flight 11, heading to Los Angeles for a friend’s wedding. They were not alone. Rahma was seven months pregnant with their first child.

Many of the sites providing lists provide vague info, such as: Rahma Salie was from Boston. Or, Rahma Salie, expectant mother, and consultant. It bugs me. She deserved much more.

Rahma, you will not be forgotten by me. I wish I had known you, sister.

*The original link no longer works. Try Project 2,996 instead.

(Update…my google-fu is strong today and so I was led to GonzoMama’s post about Rahma and then on to Rahma’s page at the Voices Of September 11
website
.)

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Happy 238th Birthday, Marines!

November 10th, 2013 · No Comments

Wishing a very Happy Birthday to all of my Marine brothers and sisters!

Here’s Go Daddy’s annual tribute… and the opportunity to double your donations to the Semper Fi fund.

I’ll be lifting a beer or six in your honor. Semper Fi, Marines!

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Remembering Rahma…

September 11th, 2013 · No Comments

I have not forgotten, and will not forget…

Reposted

The attacks of 9/11 will never be forgotten, nor will most of us forget what we were doing, where we were, or the feelings that flooded through us when we first heard the news. Our thoughts, fears, feelings, and ideals were solid, etched in stone. For some of us that hadn’t known someone murdered that day, time has a way of wearing those firm and definite edges away, dulling some of those memories. Not good.

I did not know anyone taken that day. But I heard about a special project, 2,996 Tribute*, and signed up. I drew Rahma Salie. I’ve only “known” her for a couple of weeks, but her death has affected me. Deeply.

Rahma, of Sri Lankan descent, was born to Yuseff and Haleema Salie in Japan, February, 1973. She went to an international school there, before coming here in 1992, to Wellesley College, where she majored in International Relations, and Japanese studies. She was a consultant in an IT firm, and rose to the position of Chief Operating Officer.

While attending Wellesley, Rahma met Michael Theodoridis, who was attending Boston University. They fell in love, and Michael, a Greek Orthodox Christian, converted to Islam before marrying his bride in 1998. “They were very much in love. They wouldn’t do anything without each other,” her father said. “There was never anything but a smile on their faces.” One article I read called them inseparable.

When I first saw the picture of Rahma, I couldn’t help but grin. You can see the love she’s got for her husband, but you could also look at her, and just know that she was someone that you wanted to know. Needed to know. One of her Wellesley schoolmates said in a forum, “I bet you could also hear the sound of her laugh while looking at her picture.” I could.

She was a very outgoing person, leaving a positive impression on all that she met. Vibrant, successful, hardworking, and driven. Sweet, radiant, loyal, and loving. All words that were used to describe her. I really would have liked to meet her.

On September 11, 2001, Rahma and Michael boarded American Airlines Flight 11, heading to Los Angeles for a friend’s wedding. They were not alone. Rahma was seven months pregnant with their first child.

Many of the sites providing lists provide vague info, such as: Rahma Salie was from Boston. Or, Rahma Salie, expectant mother, and consultant. It bugs me. She deserved much more.

Rahma, you will not be forgotten by me. I wish I had known you, sister.

*The original link no longer works. Try Project 2,996 instead.

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Baseball Gymnastics

July 7th, 2013 · No Comments

For those few baseball haters that I know, proof that baseball does not suck. Or that Korean gymnasts rock. One of those…

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Black Widow Fact

May 21st, 2013 · 1 Comment

  So I had black widow build its web in my garage. She was by far the largest I’d ever seen, though I know that they CAN get bigger. Body was roughly the size of a nickel, and she was easily the size of a half dollar, overall. Anyway, she set up camp in a corner that sees no human traffic, so I let her be.

I let her go about a week before I finally mentioned to my roommate that she was there… he just happened to wander through that area, so I figured to give him a heads up. He. flipped. out.

It was annoyingly hilarious. He kept going on and on about how I needed to kill it. I pointed out that it was nailing roaches as they came into the garage… she was welcome. “Thousands of people die from them!” Whatever, dude. I finally told him that if he was that uncomfortable, he could move her.  A short while later, he came in making the slashing motion across his throat.

Next morning, he kept talking about how we had avoided death… especially me. When I park in the garage, if my windows are down, I leave them down. This, I found out, is how I could have died.

My roomie explained that black widows climb into cars and crawl under the seats, biting the unsuspecting victims in the leg. I thought he was trying to pull my leg, but the seriousness… and near terror… on his face told me that it was no joke. It was near impossible not to laugh at him… and I’ve been chuckling ever since.

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Happy Easter!

March 31st, 2013 · 4 Comments

Easter Lag

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Looking Down The Cross

March 29th, 2013 · No Comments

This classic tune is stuck in my head today…

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St. Paddy’s Day!

March 17th, 2013 · 1 Comment

An old favorite…

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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Resolve

March 12th, 2013 · 3 Comments

Soooooooooo…. I’m pretty impressed with the results of my “Post at least once a month” resolution. Incredible discipline, no?

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Merry Christmas

December 24th, 2012 · 4 Comments

A very Merry Freakin’ Christmas to you and yours.

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Senseless…

December 14th, 2012 · 1 Comment

Reeling from today’s news. I have no words.

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Happy 237th, USMC!

November 10th, 2012 · No Comments

Happy Birthday to some of the best peeps with whom I’ve had the privilege to work, or blog, and/or drink!!! I’ll raise a toast to you all… and then probably another few. You know… an alcohol double tap.

Semper Fi, brothers and sisters!

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Shots and Silence

September 21st, 2012 · 7 Comments

Just saw the video for Bobaflex’s cover of “The Sound of Silence.” I’m a little torn on what to think.

The tune, which I’ve heard many times and really dig, is just flat out awesome. But the video? I don’t know…

I’ve never been much of a lyrics guy, so I don’t know… perhaps there IS something in the lyrics that points towards this. I’ve read them, but I think I’m missing something.

What’s your take?

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Yarrrrr!

September 19th, 2012 · 3 Comments

This is a tradition now, innit?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NznqXmfrdBk

Yeahhhhhh….

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Believe

September 10th, 2012 · No Comments

A tribute to the heroes and victims of 9/11…

Hat tip to Blackfive

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Rahma

September 10th, 2012 · No Comments

*This is a repost.

I have not forgotten, Rahma.

The attacks of 9/11 will never be forgotten, nor will most of us forget what we were doing, where we were, or the feelings that flooded through us when we first heard the news. Our thoughts, fears, feelings, and ideals were solid, etched in stone. For some of us that hadn’t known someone murdered that day, time has a way of wearing those firm and definite edges away, dulling some of those memories. Not good.

I did not know anyone taken that day. But I heard about a special project, 2,996 Tribute*, and signed up. I drew Rahma Salie. I’ve only “known” her for a couple of weeks, but her death has affected me. Deeply.

Rahma, of Sri Lankan descent, was born to Yuseff and Haleema Salie in Japan, February, 1973. She went to an international school there, before coming here in 1992, to Wellesley College, where she majored in International Relations, and Japanese studies. She was a consultant in an IT firm, and rose to the position of Chief Operating Officer.

While attending Wellesley, Rahma met Michael Theodoridis, who was attending Boston University. They fell in love, and Michael, a Greek Orthodox Christian, converted to Islam before marrying his bride in 1998. “They were very much in love. They wouldn’t do anything without each other,” her father said. “There was never anything but a smile on their faces.” One article I read called them inseparable.

When I first saw the picture of Rahma, I couldn’t help but grin. You can see the love she’s got for her husband, but you could also look at her, and just know that she was someone that you wanted to know. Needed to know. One of her Wellesley schoolmates said in a forum, “I bet you could also hear the sound of her laugh while looking at her picture.” I could.

She was a very outgoing person, leaving a positive impression on all that she met. Vibrant, successful, hardworking, and driven. Sweet, radiant, loyal, and loving. All words that were used to describe her. I really would have liked to meet her.

On September 11, 2001, Rahma and Michael boarded American Airlines Flight 11, heading to Los Angeles for a friend’s wedding. They were not alone. Rahma was seven months pregnant with their first child.

Many of the sites providing lists provide vague info, such as: Rahma Salie was from Boston. Or, Rahma Salie, expectant mother, and consultant. It bugs me. She deserved much more.

Rahma, you will not be forgotten by me. I wish I had known you, sister.

*The original link no longer works. Try Project 2,996 instead.

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Don’t say I didn’t warn you people…

June 22nd, 2012 · 5 Comments

via The Daily Mail, here’s the news on the latest menace…

A mob of Leprechauns are carrying out vicious attacks in and around the city of Seattle, according to a man who claims to be one of their latest victims.

The pint-sized brutes were allegedly hopping mad after catching the man dancing with the wrong girl at a Belltown bar.

Officers arrived at the scene of a bar fight to find the man covered in blood and screaming in pain with his head held in his hands.

When officers asked who had attacked him, the man replied: ‘It was a bunch of leprechauns.’

We’ve all been there, right? No? Really? It’s just me?! Shit. Never mind.

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Father’s Day

June 17th, 2012 · 2 Comments

Ninja Kid

Happy Father’s Day, gentlemen.

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Remember Them

May 28th, 2012 · No Comments

San Joaquin Valley National Cemetery 

Korean Memorial SJVNC

MOH William Troy

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