Friday, September 29, 2006

Am I Cheap?

Is thriftiness really a bad thing? Sometimes you can be pennywise and dollar stupid. Take for instance my computer. I ordered a $1300 computer and then had it sent to my girlfriend's office in the suburbs in order to avoid paying as much sales tax. Specifically the saving ended up being $13 after you consider that I had to pay three dollars to take the train to pick it up. Was all that effort worth the 1% savings? Since it took about an hour round trip you could consider that I worked that hour and made $13. A penny saved is a penny earned...right?

You Know You Have a Problem When...

I think that I may be a beeroholic. Not that I am physically addicted to beer but rather emotionally addicted to it. For you see my mood tends to fluctuate with the quality of my brew. When I make a poor batch I tend to be a little down; when I make a good batch I get put in a great mood. I don't exactly when this started but I first noticed last night after I tasted a really good batch. Unfortunately I think the only clear cure for my affliction is to either drink drink good beer everyday and become consistently fantastic brewer.

Friday, September 22, 2006

In Memoriam

Thursday September 21st, 2006 marked the death of my HP Pavilion. My Pavilion and I had some great times together, namely college. I remember when I brought you home that summer before college as we looked forward to a bright future together. We would go on to earn a college degree as we worked together on papers and research late into the night. And the look on your monitor when you died will always be etched in my mind. How could you forget something as horrible as a black screen blinking 'Operating System Not Found.' I can't help but feel a little responsible for your demise. I could have worked to protect you from all the spyware and viruses in the cyber world. Also you were probably very distraught about when I killed your friend the iPod. But with every end comes a new beginning. Since your departure, I have ordered a new friend who will hopefully be with me for as long as you have. Rest in peace little buddy.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Unexpected Ending

My brother, a division three defensive tackle, recently had a career ending knee injury during the second game of his senior year. The injury is career ending only because his eligibility will be up by the time that he would be able to play again. Ending a run with something this unexpected is always upsetting. When you get to the end of the line of something that you have enjoyed doing, it is usually very hard to move on, even when you have a definate countdown. Some people never can truely move on. The difficulty of moving on becomes compounded when you are unexpectly forced from doing what you love to do. I really feel bad for him that he had to end his career this way after working so hard to accomplish what he has. For me it was a lot easier to move to the top of my football teams than it was for my brother. He went from getting cut from his high school soccer team to being a fourth string safety to a starting varsity middle linebacker to a starting division three defensive tackle. And between each of these steps was a lot of hard work (and apparently eating) for a game that ultimately spit him out when he was too old and got hurt. Moving on is always hard to do but absolutely necessary to lead a happy life. The worst part is that no one could see it coming. Which is exactly why so many coaches use the cliche: "Play each play like it's your last, because it might be." Although I must admit that this is not a bad philosophy for living.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Running Into People

In the past 24 hours I have run into two people from my college. One on the bus and another in the bookstore. The people that I run into are so random it blows my mind. The last time that I probably thought of them was most likely the last time that I saw them. Chicago seems like a big enough city that I would not just happen to run into someone who lives 30 miles away on a random bus that I don't usually take. Although it is a big city I guess thats why they say that it's a small world.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Psuedoephedrine

I am the proud recipient of a brand new cold this week and to ease my pain I stopped into a CVS pharmacy. In order to get your hands on Sudafed, in my opinion the best medicine for a cold, you need to show you drivers licence, sign for it, and pay at the pharmacy window. All of this to stop production of crystal meth. In most pharmacies that I have been into they have rules with sudafed, for example you can only buy one at a time. But at this one they took it to the extreme. I can see why. All you need to make crystal meth is psuedoephedrine (found in Sudafed) , iodine crystals (found in a tinture of iodine), and red phosphorus (the stuff on the strike pad of match books). Come to think of it I have all these chemicals in my house right now. I wonder if somewhere there is a crytal meth file on me. I would imagine that there is knowing our government.

Friday, September 08, 2006

L'eggo Your Ego

Recently I have been very disappointed by the lack of teamwork both my work team and rugby team have displayed. During high school and college I learned a whole lot about what makes a successful team. Accountability, responsibility, working together, bonding, a positive attitude, confidence in your teammates. These are the things that make teams fun to be a part of and make them successful. Right now my teams are characterized by egos, individual glory, negative thinking, and selfishness. These factors are highly destructive to the teams. Currently both my work team and my rugby team have far more of the latter than any team should have and it is making me ashamed of being part of these teams. I suppose that I will start with my work team. First of all no one trusts anyone else and believes themselves to being the smartest one in the group. In a good team, if you are the best one in the group (which obviously can't be everyone) you should use your superior skills and knowledge to help the others in your team improve themselves, not constantly show off to prove that you are the best. Shameless showboating harbors tension and feelings of distain within the team. Although showboating may make the individual feel better (read inflate his ego) the team is much worse off as a whole. Then there are the personal squabbles and facades of liking. Seemlying always people are bitching at each other or talking bad about someone behind their back. Also there is blaming... constant blaming. Everyone lack accountability and refuses to admit a mistake is made, once again in the name of ego. Until recently my rugby team was a great example of how a team should work. We worked together to get wins, we worked hard and then played just as hard. Now throw in four or five big time rugby egos. Now the whole system is out of whack. Instead of running plays in practice some of our new players are displaying their 'superiority' against our backup players. They blow off practicing the play in order to make a selfish run off on their own. Our coach, if anything, cheers this kind of selfish effort in practice and calls it high intensity. Then the negative attitudes start emerging from the newbies. If you were an outsider listening in you would assume that we struggle to win a couple game a season instead of one of the better teams in the country. The newbies demand that we cleat (read stab our teammate with our cleats) during practice. One of the most outragous things that I have ever heard. Then there is screaming at teammates and just out in frustration. Yelling doesn't really help people get better. It darkens the mood and demotivates, while no lessons are learned. My team still consists of many guys that I like to hang out with, stand up for, and have them on my side. But the new players (and my whole work team always) make me embarrased to be part of a team that functions so poorly. I want to seperate myself from them and that makes me a bad team player. The ego is a funny thing. We probably get the most satisfaction and reward from achieving goals as a group but once our ego steps in it makes us abandon the group in a vain quest to stand out from the rest of the team to prove our superiority. But usually the only one that we prove this to is ourselves, while our teammates grow bitter at how selfishness is harming the goals of everyone including the egomaniacs. Big egos make me want to walk away and find a team that harbors successful team behavior. I think that both emotionally and physically they will provide me with the best rewards of all.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Long Awaited

You know when you wait for something for so long and it always seemed so far away and then it sneaks up on you and then all the sudden it is over? Well that was the case for the Lake Forest/Washington University football game this past weekend. We knew about it two years ago and have been talking trash and making predictions for that entire time. And now that it is over (the score was 21 to 6 to Wash U) we can't look forward to it anymore. It seems like this happens all the time. For instance I was invited to be in a friend's wedding on November 3rd, 2007. Right now that seems like it is so far away, but I'm sure that it will be the day after the wedding in seemingly no time. But I aways seem a little dissapointed when a long awaited event passes. It may be because you spend so much time looking forward to it and building it up it can never live up the expectations that you create for it. Also I think that having something to look forward to makes bad days seem not so bad and taking that way makes hard times a little harder.

Moving On

After the seventh punt of the first half we knew that we were going to be in a slow game. I must say that seeing a Lake Forest football game two years after my career was over was much different than last year. I knew fewer players and coaches. The players wore ties to the game. They also had practice on Sunday... a three hour practice. The team was struggling and the culture seemed completely different. And then people ask me if being at the field and not playing felt strange or got me down. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time playing college football, but it seems so hard for people to understand that I moved on with my life and the team has moved on without me. I don't sit and dwell on the glory days. Sure I think about how great they were from time to time (and perhaps do a little boasting) but that's where I draw the line. I had a great ride (being part of 3 of the 5 best teams in school history) and made the most of my time (see awards and records) and I am content to leave it at that. Football made me a different person mostly for the better. If I went back then I would not be that better person. This thought seemed to coincide with my reading Tuesdays with Morrie. Morrie talks about aging and moving on with your life. He said, "If you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more and do more." And I am not sure exactly what my meaning in life is right now, but I know that it is not football and I look forward to finding it.

Friday, September 01, 2006

The Dreaded Half Day

This entry poses a simple question: Why do half days seem longer than a full day? We get off early the day before a holiday and these days just seem to drag on forever and I'm not sure why. It could be for an array of reasons. For one you are so excited that you get an extra day off that it makes you not want to be at work that much more. Then when you are expecting to have a half day you expect it just to fly by but then when the early part of the day drags on as normal, it just seems to take that much longer. And it's not like anyone really gets anything done on half day Fridays. We don't do much and certainly don't care to do much. So why don't we just take the day off, seems like the most logical conclusion.