How to act as a visiting fan during a baseball game

I’ve never been so proud of Odie as when he related this story of his trip to Wrigley to watch his beloved Pittsburgh ‘Irates take on the Cubbies.

Scene: Odie, wearing his #18 Jason Kendall Pirates jersey, and Jack are in the bleachers
Odie: Jack, even though the Pirates are losing, I’m sure glad to be at the game.
Heckler #1: Hey Kendall, why not wear a good #18 from Pirates history?
Odie: Wow, that’s a good heckle. Andy van Slyke was number 18 before Kendall, and he was much better. I’m going to let that go.
Heckler #2: Hey Kendall, where’s Barbie?
Heckler #3: Yeah, where’s Barbie?
Odie: Well, that’s not really a good heckle, but they’re Cubs fans, so they don’t really have much to cheer about.
Heckler #2: Come on Kendall, where’s Barbie?
Heckler #3: Did you guys break up?
Odie: Well, this is getting annoying, but maybe some good will come of this.
A few minutes pass, then Heckler #2 approaches Odie with a hot dog.
Heckler #2: Hey, since you don’t have Barbie anymore, we bought you this hot dog.
Odie: Um, ok, I’ll eat it.
Heckler #2: Yeah you will!
Heckler #2 returns to his seat.
Odie: You know Jack, I don’t like the cut of their jib. [yelling] Hey Hecklers, who has the highest batting average on the Cubs? Real fans, please don’t answer!
Hecklers: [silence]
A minute passes.
Heckler #3: Hey, give that hot dog back!
Two more minutes pass, then they finally answer the question.
Heckler #2: Barrett!
Odie: Well, it’s actually Jacque Jones, but at least you could name a Cub!
Heckler #3: I know how we can show him. Let’s get the wave going!

And that’s how Cubs fans lost their last shred of dignity.

Is that supposed to be there?

[Click for larger image of Barrows Hall]

Everyone, meet Barrows Hall. Barrows Hall, this is everyone. Barrows Hall, we were wondering, is that paint around your windows supposed to be there? I know they’re doing some work to you (seismic retrofitting?), but those don’t appear to be very technical markings. Is that graffiti? If so, you got tagged by some ambitious artists. Well, if you could let us know what’s going on with you, that would be great.

KCRW’s Morning Becomes Eclectic

I’ve frequently mentioned the radio show Morning Becomes Eclectic from KCRW, the NPR station out of Santa Monica, as a way to listen to new music. The typical format of the show is a 15 minute set, a 15 minute interview, and then another 15 minute set of music. What I didn’t realize is that they have quite an extensive archive of their past shows. The number of bands that have stopped in is pretty remarkable, including Eels, Cake, Elvis Costello, White Stripes, Beck, Flaming Lips (also Beck with the Flaming Lips), Radiohead, the Shins, the Decemberists, Broken Social Scene, and the Arcade Fire, amonst others.

Go find your favorite band!

New legislation on organ donation

As a part of my policy agenda for when I become benevolent monarch of the world, I offer this new legislation on organ donations:

You have two options for what happens to your body after you die:
(A) All organs and tissues capable of being transplanted are available for donation.
(B) You donate your body to a medical school or research institution. This wish should be in a will and reported to a national registry

No more organ donation cards. No more signing your drivers license. Once you’re dead, you don’t need those organs and tissues anymore. What about family wishes? Are they really going to feel better knowing that they not only lost a loved one, but also failed to help someone elses loved one? And later when they visit the grave site, I doubt they’ll be saying, “If only your kidneys were buried here too, I could stop grieving.”

I haven’t been able to find any current data, but it seems like 2/3 of people waiting for organs don’t get them. And that’s just pathetic.

Say what you will about Europe, but they’re ahead of the curve on this issue. Several countries have an opt-out system, where you must sign a document to avoid having your organs donated, as opposed to the opt-in system used in America.

The World Cup, Team USA, and why America doesn’t care

The United States finished third in 2004’s Olympic basketball tournament. The United States did not make the semifinals of the World Baseball Classic this past spring. We don’t even have the world’s best hot dog eater.

Given this data, is anyone really surprised that Team USA scored only one goal for itself?

Maybe we should be. After all, the US did make it to the quarterfinals in the last World Cup, but considering that we finished without a point in 1998, 2002 seems like a fluke.

The more interesting question though why America hasn’t embraced the world’s favorite sport. This is going to be a three part discussion: (A) Why America doesn’t like soccer, (B) why America might grow to like soccer, and (C) what would facilitate the process.

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Pizza Monday

Pizza stone: $19.99
Whole wheat dough: $1.09
Pizza sauce: $2.49
The knowledge that at least one good thing will happen on Monday: Priceless
[Pizza Monday]

Disconcerting

I was at the Cal Eye Center yesterday for a contact lens fitting. The way it works is that an optometry student does the exam, then the attending doctor comes in to confirm that the student isn’t completely wrong. Anyway, after the student found out I work in the chemistry department, he gave high praise for Steve P., who is one of the organic instructors. He then added:

“I think that was the only science class I ever did well in.”

Well, better that he did well in one science class than zero before judging my eyes healthy.

Evolution, get a move on, will ya?

In 9th grade biology, Mr. D posed the question, “What part of the human body will be evolved out next?” The answer seemed obvious to everyone else: the pinky toe. While I agree that it’s essentially useless, I failed to see how human populations would derive advantage from the lack thereof. It’s common to hear about apendices rupturing, a serious medical situation that could result in death. However, I’ve never heard about a person bleeding to death after severing their pinky toe. Would a hungry, enraged hyena pass by an eight-toe human for a pinky toer because it needs the extra meat? Maybe all the time that I’m wasting on trimming that ridiculously tiny toe nail could be spent researching mutual funds that will increase in value in the post-fossil fuel world? The internet community has no conclusive answer either.

So I don’t know what the future holds for the pinky toe from an evolutionary standpoint. But I do know one way that our pinky toe-less descendants will be genetically superior: They won’t have to deal with that little appendage rubbing up against the inside of a new shoe and getting all blistered while the shoe is being broken in. And I’m envious.