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Early Morning Rain

This morning, parts of Austin received a healthy dose of rain. Our little section of Austin was lucky enough to get some of the heaviest of the precipitation. We've been in a drought for while now, so anything that helps keep the brush fires tame, and give us some green spring scenery is welcome. The weathermen and radars tell us that we're due a little more rain, which I'll enjoy watching as I sit at home working.

Respect your deities

I decided I don't like the web expression "OMG". For those of you who don't know what this means, it stands for "Oh My God!". If you really do require the emotional support of your chosen deity at the time you are typing "OMG", isn't this deity owed the courtesy of having his/her/its full name typed out? I tested this myself, and the difference in time that it takes to type "Oh my God" is a matter of milliseconds. Isn't your god worth those few precious extra milliseconds?

Southside Madness

On Sunday, we took a trip to the Southside Market in Elgin . People who know me know that I'm not fond of crowds, or lines, and that my dislike of both goes beyond mild annoyance. We arrived at about 2pm, and the crowd was impressive. We stood in line for about twenty minutes, which went by fairly fast. I sampled the brisket and famous sausage, and was not disappointed. I was surprisingly relaxed and anxiety-free amidst the crowd, and was able to relax and enjoy my meal. I sampled Kandis's chicken, which was also excellent. The staff is great about moving the lines efficiently, and there seems to be adequate seating. I'd recommend this place to anyone that's willing to deal with a crowd and a line. It's a short trip on 290 East outside of town, though those of you from the north side of Austin might consider taking Parmer to 290, in order to avoid the bottlneck that occurs at the flea market. Also noteworthy was our trip to the Austin Rodeo on Saturday evening. T

The Dunce's Tale

In an email to my boss earlier today, I labeled myself a dunce, in reference to a particularly silly suggestion I had made the previous day. It got me thinking about the word "dunce", and its origins. My basic knowledge of Latin and Greek weren't getting me far, so I started on a journey to determine the origins of this word. As a start, I headed over to dictionary.com : "After Duns Scotus , John whose writings and philosophy were ridiculed in the 16th century ." Hmmm... not really clear at this point. Off to Wikipedia ! Upon reading Wikipedia's explanation of the word, it occurred to me that dictionary.com's wording and boldface highlighting were both unclear (looking at it now, I'm not sure why I didn't grasp it). According to Wikipedia, John Duns Scotus was a thirteenth and fourteenth-century (he died in 1308) philosopher and theologian. Followers of Duns Scotus were referred to as "Duns" or "Dunsman" by his opponents, and

Parenthetically speaking, you're fired!

I once had an English teacher who was a stickler for grammar rules. You would think this would be a given for any English teacher, but I've actually had English teachers who have bungled our beloved language more than our President has. This teacher told us a story of an official at a school where he once taught who felt the need to preface all of his points with the phrase "Parenthetically speaking". Anyone who knows anything about English knows that "parenthetically" is related to "parentheses". In writing, anything enclosed in parentheses is considered non-essential. If, then, you are speaking parenthetically, you're not saying anything important. Prior to the next staff meeting, the teacher made a bet with a colleague that he would exit the room as soon as this school official uttered the words "Parenthetically speaking". As expected, at the staff meeting, our friend began speaking parenthetically. The teacher, whom I respected even

Mr. Meadows

Several years ago, I worked with a woman who had an acquaintance by the name of Mr. Meadows. Mr. Meadows was a man from her community, who evidently had a substantial supply of wine. Other than that, very little is known of him. My co-worker would speak fairly regularly -- though not frequently enough for me to think she had a drinking problem -- of going to Mr. Meadows' house, where she consumed several (usually three, if I remember correctly) glasses of wine. This limited knowledge of Mr. Meadows might lead some to speculate, as there are many unanswered questions. Was he a creepy old man with an endless wine supply, or just some older, respectable, friendly fellow with a copious supply of wine? What kind of wine was it? Boxed? Why did this co-worker speak of beating her cat when she came home from Mr. Meadows' house? Did he have some kind of evil mind-control over her? Was he Satan, or perhaps one of his agents? Ah, so many unanswered questions. I prefer to think of Mr. M

Bizarro World

Ever hear the expression "Bizarro World"? Well, that's where I live. We live a couple of hundred feet from the Travis-Williamson county line. No one seems to know exactly where we live, so part of our 2005 taxes weren't paid out of our mortgage escrow account. We're not sure in which county we should register to vote, so we gave Williamson a shot. That should be a treat. The people across the street from us appear to have the county line running right through their houses. It must be strange for them to get up in the morning, roll out of their bed, which might be located in Travis County, then walk two feet and go to the bathroom in Williamson County.

Pizza will kill us

It may actually be this week that it kills us. We had pizza Sunday and we just ordered it again tonight. We're going to a friend's place on Friday night, where pizza will be available, and then on Saturday night we might have a small gathering and serve pizza. I wonder how our arteries look these days.

Weekend in Fredericksburg

Kandis and I had a very nice weekend in Fredericksburg. We left Austin Friday evening and arrived in town at about 8pm. We checked into the Peach Tree Inn and had dinner at Mamacita's on Main Street. I forgot how good their food is. Afterward, we didn't have much energy for anything else, so headed back to the motel for some TV and sleep. The next morning we got up around 7:30am (very early for us) and headed out to Andy's Diner for some good old fashioned eggs and bacon. From there, after a quick stop back at the motel, it was off to the Bell Mountain Vineyards about fifteen miles north of town. We sampled several types of wine, went on a small tour of the facility, and left with four bottles of wine: two reds for me, and two whites for Kandis. The property was actually quite beautiful, even though nothing was blooming yet. We headed back to town, grabbed some lunch at a nice little place on Main Street (the name escapes me at the moment), and then went back to the mote

Farewell, Grandpa

My grandfather, Robert B. Seaver, passed away earlier today at the age of eighty-one. He lived an amazing life, and was a wonderful grandpa. If you can think of all the interesting, crazy, heartwarming, and fun stories that you've heard about different people's grandfathers, he was a composite of all of those characters. I loved him, respected him, and sometimes even got mad at him when I was young, but the memories I have with him are all good. He taught me a thing or two about life, and I'm proud, honored, and privileged to have had him as a grandfather. He loved all of us, and we all loved him immensely. Thank you for everything, Grandpa. I will miss you.