Sunday, May 31, 2009

The Great Baseball Boycott revisited ... again

With the Rangers doing remarkably well this season, I've got baseball on the brain again. Seems like everyone's testing positive for steroids now, huh? In turn, everyone is suspect. Methinks this mess has reached the level of un-fixability: No one can test for HGH, the union doesn't want to expand testing, management has turned into the see/hear/speak no evil monkeys ... yes, methinks baseball is doomed.

But is there ever going to be justice? You bet there'll be justice. It just won't be the kind in the fans' hands like demanding better testing, catching every scum bag who's using drugs, and seeing the worst of them (Bonds, Clemens, etc) go to jail. Nope, the fans will have no control when baseball players start dying in their 40's, 50's, 60's of cancer and enlarged hearts and whatever insane illnesses will come out of using such powerful drugs with such reckless abandon. Until those miserable deaths take place, be on the lookout for innumerable retired athletes in Viagra, Cialis, and Levitra commercials. Better yet, be on the lookout for many of them to be caught like Jose Conseco was, coming over the border with female fertility drugs because his body couldn't make testosterone anymore.

Dark? You betcha. My prediction is that nature will provide scarier justice than any rabid baseball fan could ever dream up.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Cosmopolitan Marfa, TX

For those unaware, Chris and I are celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary on June 8. Because that's a nice, round number, we're getting the heck out of Dodge for a little while ... to cosmopolitan Marfa, TX, in the westest of all west Texases .. eses ... es. Okay, El Paso's wester, but face it, there's west Texas and then there's west Texas: The land where the towns are few and far between and the scorpions are bigger than your arm. [Rubs hands together in eager glee.]

We've talked about going to Marfa for ages, but we've never been able to pull it off. The lack of desire to drive 550 miles (nearly 9 hours) has been part of that delay. But now that we have a lovely excuse, we're hopping on a plane and heading out there to see the sights. Marfa actually is quite cosmopolitan: It's teeming with art galleries and that sure-fire sign that sophistication has come to a town--vegetarian restaurants. And, as my sister in law pointed out, they have a Prada store. I'm not likely to grace it with my presence since I prefer thrift stores to Prada stores, but it's still a sign of the times for Marfa.

Part of the desire to go to cosmopolitan Marfa is the desire to see Balmorhea State Park, which is supposedly a haven of exceptional loveliness. Also in the vicinity are Davis Mountains State Park, Monahan Sandhills State Park, and (if we really feel like making a trek) Big Bend National Park. Neither of us have been to deepest, darkest Texas, so we're looking forward to it.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

The blog is dead. Long live the blog.

I can't fathom why I haven't written a durn thing here lately. I did make an attempt to write on my long-past 26th birthday, but the moment has passed.

Chris and I went to Houston last week for a combo vacation/work ... thing. It flooded in Houston, but it also rained like mad here in the vicinity of Dallas. My oregano--no joke--was a foot taller when we arrived home. We were only in Houston four days. So if anyone in the area would like some oregano, give me a heads-up and bring your chain saw.

I think I'll do a post eventually on my favorite podcasts, so stick around.