Archive for February, 2010

February 23, 2010

an ode to my wife

My wife is amazing, and back on Valentine’s Day she treated me to an amazing day. We fantastic policy in our house that we get full credit for giving each other thoughtful gifts. They can be as small as can be, but we make sure that no matter the size they are fraught with thought. It’s a liberating policy. There is no pressure to outdo the other person, or to make sure one year’s gift is bigger or better than the last year’s. But there is still room in there for us to spontaneously spoil each other with no warning whatsoever. It’s fun.

This year, Stacy decided to play a spoil card. She laid out a day-long date for us on Valentine’s day to celebrate both the lifelong work of St V, as well as my 30th birthday. We started with a late lunch at Jack Stack where I was allowed to order what’s generally considered the coup de grace of KC BBQ dishes. Good old Jack has an item on the menu called the “Crown Prime Beef Ribs” which are billed as “three well-marbled Beef Short Ribs smoked to perfection”. That description does not do the dish justice. It’s essentially Prime Rib Ribs, and it is incredible. That being said, you pay for the opportunity to eat like a king, so it’s a special-occasion kind of deal.

Honestly, that would have been enough of a gift for me. But Stacy had grander plans.

The reason we had to go to a late lunch instead of an early dinner was because she also got us tickets to the University of Kansas basketball game that night.

Look, I’m not going to front and act like I’ve been a KU fan my whole life. I started rooting for them around 10 years ago when Roy started landing recruits from Portland. And if KU ever played Oregon in anything, it’s motherland all the way. But going to Lawrence is always fun in that it’s the most Portland-like city in the heartland. And Allen Fieldhouse? For a dude that has loved (LOVED!) basketball more than anything else ever since I was 4, a trip to the Fieldhouse is like a trip to heaven. The court is named after James Naismith, for crying out loud. And the banners. And the retired numbers. And the trophies. And the Hall of Fame where one of my favorite Blazers of all time (Darnell Valentine! His first name is my middle name!) is recognized for being the Academic All American of the Year in 1981. It was chills and smiles for 2 hours.

So my wife deserves some props. I can’t wait for next Valentine’s Day when I fly a pub full of bloques over from London and have then serenade her with the sweet 90′s musical offerings of Soundgarden.

(for more on this video, peep EPL Talk)

Renew and Restore

February 16, 2010

produced for a focus group of me

I’d like to go ahead and thank Adidas for producing this commercial with me in mind.  It truly is a work of art.  I didn’t even know they were trying to cram all of my favorite things into a commercial.  What a pleasant surprise.  For the record, they didn’t have to do this.  The Star Wars line of sneakers has effectively brought my sneaker lust out of dormancy after I had kept it in check for a better part of seven years.  Once an addict, always an addict.

Star Wars.  Soccer (in the form of a Beckham cameo).  Hip Hop (Snoop and Daft Punk).

Other than a slab of ribs and a picture of my family, I can’t imagine what else they could have put in that commercial to make it any more appealing to me.

Officially, the there is only one person who loves this commercial more than I do.  Elli.  I have it downloaded onto my phone and every single day she asks if she can watch Darth Vader.

Gladly, little lady.

That’s my girl.

Renew and Restore

February 9, 2010

when technology takes you old school

Stacy and I have a deal.  She carried/birthed/feeds Zachary, and I wash the breast pump every night.  I don’t quite remember how the details got hammered out, but clearly I had just read a very good book on effective bargaining techniques.

The pump is a fantastic invention for the working mom.  Baby gets fed on the cheap, once you negate the steep $250 in start up-costs.  It even comes with a fashionable carrying bag.  Stylish and practical.

What the pump is not, however, is tough.  You’re not supposed to put it in the dishwasher.  Technically, you can steam sanitize the thing, but it doesn’t hold up well to the constant barrage of micro-waves.  That leaves washing by hand.  Every…single…night.

So washing the pump is my job.  Bottles too.  It’s the least I can do (quite literally).

I really don’t mind the throwback of doing dishes by hand.  The ashy hands are a bit of a drag.  The main upside is that it’s given me the chance to rediscover one of my first loves: listening to basketball on the radio.  Now by “radio” I mean “radio broadcasts streamed over the internet to my iPhone”, but still.

Growing up I listened to just about every Blazers game on the radio.  620 KGW or 1190 KEX, depending on the era.  The Schonz would croon me to sleep on the nights I couldn’t quite stay up late enough to hear how the boys did.

Then I grew up and moved halfway across the country.  For some reason, there are not Blazers radio affiliates in Kansas.  I strongly considered dropping the 100 bones on the NBA broadband package this year so that I could watch all of the games.  In the end, I decided not to because (a) it’s pretty  much the busiest year of my life and (b) there were enough games on ESPN/TNT/ABC/NBATV to get me by.

Enter Plan B.  There is an official NBA iPhone app that streams all of the radio broadcasts.  At $10, the price was so right.  And as an added bonus, I am now not subject to the Blazers terrible, horrible, no good, very bad TV announcing crew. There are four commas in that last sentence, but absolutely no hyperbole.  They might be the worst TV crew in all of pro sports.

If you can’t find me on game night, just check the kitchen.  I’ll be the guy at the sink, washing dishes by hand and listening to play-by-play on the radio (sort of).  I’m retro.  Back in time.  A throwback to a bygone era.  Old school.

All thanks to the wonders of modern technology.

Renew and Restore

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February 1, 2010

the day my 4-year old became a libertarian

The other day, my 4 yr old found this magazine sitting in the rack beside the recliner.  For obvious reasons, it caught her eye.  She grabbed it, brought it over to me, and the following conversation ensued:

El: Dad.  What’s this?

Me: It’s a magazine.

El: But what’s this green thing.

El has been going through a “scared” phase lately.  Anything remotely fright-inducing gets fixated on for days, and is undoubtedly brought up in conversations around bedtime.

Me: It’s…uhhh…it’s a big green slug. [lie]

El: Oh.  What’s it doing to that man.

Me: I don’t know. [lie]

El: It looks like he’s eatin’ him. [busted]

Me: Yeah.  I guess it does, now that you mention it.

El: What does this say? [pointing to the headline on the magazine. this, i found out a

t

preschool parent/teacher conferences last week puts her ahead of the developmental curve.  most kids are a litt

le older before they realize printed words carry meaning.  and they're certainly much older before they're reading The Economist.  just sayin'.]

Me: “Stop! The Backlash Against Big Government”

El: [pointing to the big green thing] Is that Big Government? [what a brilliant child.  i think she gets it from her mother]

Me: [busted again] Yes.  Yes, it is.

El: Well, I don’t like Big Government.  It eats people.

Priceless.

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