SHE SAID: Superstition

April 15, 2010

I was heading out of town recently and at the last second, a black cat went screaming across the road right in front of my car.  While relieved I hadn’t hit it, I started thinking it might be a bad sign and it did make me wonder – if I had hit and killed the cat, would that still have been bad luck?  Since, technically, it wouldn’t have been able to complete crossing my path if I had been able to … stop it.

While not the most superstitious of people, I did spend one soccer season exposing myself to numerous potential infections and social spurning by refusing to launder my socks for the entirety of the season.  We lost in the state finals and I’m pretty sure I lost my faith in being superstitious somewhere around there.  Other than it being somewhat cool, in only the way it would be in the early years of high school, that my socks were formed to my calf and could stand on their own without any support or help, I had dedicated a lot of time, risk and general nastiness to superstition and without the somewhat instant gratification I sought, I wasn’t able to commit more long term to the notion.

But years, perhaps decades, later, I was wondering if I would regret not nipping the cat were I to have an accident or some unfortunate event occur later on that day.

Where is the line between healthy superstition and overt obsessive compulsive disorder?  How many times would we have tolerated Nomar Garciaparra adjusting and readjusting the velcro on his batting gloves for it to be diagnosed as superstition and when would that number have convinced us he was suffering from OCD?  At what point do I stop thinking my son’s resistance to stepping on cracks in pavement is endearing and start worrying that he has a bit of an issue? The line is fine, and the gray area is wide.

And if there is a line between superstition and compulsion, where is the line between superstition and desperation?  After my father passed away, my mom started seeing a lot of cardinals and now she believes that their presence or visibility in her life is my dad’s way of staying with her.  He passed away in the Spring and so there were a lot of cardinals around, but I also know that during important times in her life since his death, she has often seen a cardinal.  Is that the desperation of looking for a sign that someone we love is still active in our lives?  Or is that maybe something more than coincidence?  superstition, belief, flailing for a sign … call it what you will.

I feel more comfortable heading off into something unknown or risky, or even something I’ve done a million times but still want to do well or have go successfully when I can control some aspect of it.  When I was in high school, I was sure that controlling the skankiness of my socks was going to determine the outcome of the game.  It was a small contribution and one that brought my teammates much consternation during long van rides, but I wanted to believe that I had some control other than my performance on the field.  Nomar, having no idea what pitch is coming towards him or how the outfield is going to handle his hit (despite being an incredible player and being able to control a lot of that) felt that tightening his gloves a certain number of times was going to affect his performance.  My son probably feels more comfortable, more at ease, when his foot is squarely in the center of a piece of tile or pavement.  And my mom, devastated from the sudden loss of my father, needs to feel that he is still with her, because after choosing to live your life with someone, who wants to live it without them?

I understand that my considering killing the cat, even though it was after the fact, is insane and twisted.  But, I guess my point is that while some are more superstitious and compulsive than others, I believe we all have our little rituals.  And who wants a cat’s unintentional travel path to determine whether or not they are going to be in a massive 25 car pile up later on that day!?

HE SAID: Superstition

April 15, 2010

I crap you not, when starting this post I was watching the Wheel and the clue was “Song Title.”  Of course, the answer was “Superstition by Stevie Wonder.” Wild stuff. Did I make anything of it? No, because I am not superstitious.  In light of that, instead of just a diatribe on why I’m not superstitious, I figured I’d let the wonder of youtube excite you.  Well, that and simply put, Nifer’s post kind of deserves to stand on its own.

The aforementioned song, with Jeff Beck.

Sound would have been nice, but this is actually kind of sweet. I miss puppets.

Kind of makes you wonder how many ritards actually tried this to get free coffee at McDonalds.

Things I did not have at age 8 – the ability to make a somewhat watchable two minute movie, the ability to act, $20 in my back pocket, and a huge front tooth.

SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

April 12, 2010

I would like to thank Mason for the following.  I hadn’t seen it yet, hopefully this is some of your first viewings as well.  I’m torn between laughing and also thinking that payback is clearly due.


It’s what you’ve been waiting for: San Francisco vehicles, cropped to a 500 x 500 pixel square.  Seriously though, it’s a cool gallery.


I don’t know how factual this is, but I do know that this is going to outrage some hard core Nirvana fans.  Also, this makes the years my younger brother spent emulating Kurt Cobain seem a lot less cool and a lot more wasted.  Maybe if I appreciated the Twilight movies and their actors more I wouldn’t be as offended.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

April 12, 2010

This would be like Jim Nantz not realizing Tiger choked yesterday at the final round of the Masters.  Gotta love the Brits.


Um, we wrote an entire post on the site OMEGLE once.  Well in an effort to procrastinate writing a paper, I decided to go back.  Guess what, you can now video chat.  First convo loaded up and guess what…well, anyway I signed off immediately and I wouldn’t recommend it for work, or if you are averse to seeing hairy balls.


One of the more powerful musical performances you are likely to watch anytime soon. Mark Knopfler is criminally underrated.


As a celebration for the end of the ski season, here is the trailer to the best ski movie of all time.

HE SAID: Highlights of my Ski Season

April 8, 2010

1. Getting my pass for a mere $400 because I’m a grad student.  Almost makes the $15,000 future masters degree worth it.

2. Seeing girls ski in sports bras on my last day when it was 80 degrees.  Note that I put saving money ahead of staring at chests…any single female readers out there, take note.  This is a good thing, right?

3. One weekend I had about 9 friends up skiing.  Three seperate groups of people.  It was not easy coordinating everything but I managed to ski with everyone at least a little.  How was everyone able to find me…I was wearing a jacket similar to the blue one piece you see on the right.  I can only imagine most people thought I was from New Jersey.

4. Though I saw very few this year, one Starter jacket on the mountain is enough to last a lifetime…not to mention the jeans and rear-entry boots that completed the outfit.

5. With regards to #3…that same weekend 4 of us were locked out of my apartment for various reasons at 2 am.  I was the only one halfway sober enough to try and figure out what to do.  We spent two hours in the local best western lobby (special thanks to the night auditor).  I was so frustrated at one point when I farted I thought I sharted.  I went into the bathroom and checked, I was clean.   Too much info? Sorry.  This actually isn’t a highlight yet…but I’m sure I’ll look back on it and laugh soon enough.

6.  Thanks to BSP, I skied history…the famed Bruce Trail at Stowe.  I may have looked like a ritard doing it, but I haven’t felt that accomplished on a pair of skis since Lost was still a good television show.

7. The debate with RH about whether or not it was legit to save a “cool” song to blast on purpose while getting your gear on in the parking lot.  I voted no.  I think you are lame if you save some sweet Marley or Sublime song to listen to simply so other people know you listen to cool music.  It screams lame…if you get lucky and it comes about naturally.   Feel free.  Of course, this is coming from the guy who once blasted “She’s like the Wind” by Patrick Swayze while I put my boots on.

8.  Riding the lifts with friends and making fun of people skiing. Thus determining that if we couldn’t make fun of others, and ourselves, we would literally have nothing to talk about.

9. Chili in a breadbowl on multiple occasions…and the poops later on.  That’s my second reference to poo this post…think I have some business to take care of.

SHE SAID: Highlights of my Ski Season

April 8, 2010

I’m writing this from Florida after spending endless days on the beach, in the never ending sun.  In short, my ski season couldn’t be further from my mind.  I’m having trouble remembering what day it is, and that it’s not August.

1. My son’s first run on the Mountain, or more accurately, up the Quad since he’s been slaying the Gondola since last winter.  Sharing my love of skiing with him has always been one of my favorite things, but sharing a ride up the Quad and bracing ourselves for the wind when the lift crests the top was far and away the highlight of my season.  Now if I could convince him that Toll Road wasn’t the best run …

snow igloo2. This isn’t a highlight of my season on skis, but in one 12 hour period we got 32 inches of snow.  I hear it was awesome up on the mountain.  All my potential sitters were skiing, so the little man and I spent the day building igloos, behemoth snowmen and jumping off of stuff into snowbanks.

3. Another highlight would have to be Valentine’s Day when some friends and I skinned up the Toll Road from the bottom, reaching Mansfield’s Octagon at 4:30 and skiing down the Bruce Trail only to finish the day with beers and pizza at the Matterhorn.  I feel like we hit up all the legendary Stowe spots in a matter of hours.

4. Getting the hell out of Stowe and apparently from Jeremy’s bowel movements that he feels the need to mention as often as possible.  Who are we kidding?!  We live in Vermont.  It’s cold, rarely snowy, or snowy enough to consider the conditions powder, and often times the conditions are colder than desirable and icy as all hell.  I mean, even if the conditions weren’t so typically Eastern, the mountain is small and the mountain company likes to stomp out potential excitement and challenging terrain by grooming the mountain to be accessible to all, no matter the trail rating.  You pay too much, wait too long in line, and have to offer up your first born in order to get a cup of weak Green Mountain Coffee (aka swill).  My last highlight would have to be getting the hell out of Stowe as frequently as possible and experiencing something other than ice, wind and cold.  I was thrilled to wake up to a weather report that didn’t include the phrase “wind chill” or an inflated or completely fabricated new snowfall.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays

April 5, 2010

Happy Opening Day everyone! Speaking of which, I promise I won’t do this again, but come on….it was opening night.


Bitch obviously deserved it.


Courtesy of TFS.  I doubt you can only watch this just once.


There is a flow chart for everything these days.  This one tells you what religion to go for.


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