Occasionally Black Friday happens more often than the day after Thanksgiving. In this case, May 13th, 2011.
I heard about Rebecca Black’s music video from my students mere days after it was released.
It was absolutely shocking. In a William Hung sort of way.
Arthur Luck—if anything can go wrong, it will, and at the most inopportune time
Arthur Luck appears to be a genetically heritable characteristic and can vary in its manifestation and extremity. Unlike most afflictions, Arthur Luck is utterly predictable. Arthur Luck WILL happen. The only questions are when, where, and how.
I remember when my parents left one of my brothers on the front porch when they went to church. Three hours later, he was still there, locked out and upset that his family had deserted him. Or, when my family came to see me off before a trip to Thailand, and my sister spent the whole time at the airport puking into a trash can.
Today I taught a class on networking--Service Oriented Architecture, specifically. While discussing with the class, I mentioned that we could use different protocols to communicate between applications.
"You could use TCP which is faster, or you could use HTTP if you don't need that particular performance enhancement."
Pause.
"That didn't come out right at all..."
I was at the local college doing some work while waiting for my wife to finish teaching when I saw my brother who shall not be named just 20 feet away. He had graduated from college, but I could tell he was probably helping some friends study.
Rather than wave at him or directly greet him, I decided to text him.
“What are you doing in the Tanner Building?”
Last year, my wife and I regularly taught a group of 8- and 9-year-old children. Many of these kids had read the book “Diary of a Wimpy Kid,” seen the movie, or wanted the book for their birthday.
To better connect with our kids, my wife suggested that we go and see the movie. I, however, was reluctant, and she had to do some serious persuading before I agreed to see it.
Some of you may recall an 80s TV show of that name, and I just want to say that has nothing to do with the topic of this blog. Ah, Gary Coleman at his finest, may he rest in peace…
In a recent discussion, a friend revealed that his father had suffered a stroke at a surprisingly young age. Despite a small loss of motor control, his father could still get around well.
Several years ago I got into a conversation with one of my coworkers, “Carol,” about Utah drivers. She had lived in several other states and countries, and had experienced the driving habits of drivers in each of those places. Her dearly held opinion was that Utah drivers were the worst. I agreed, but asked what her reasoning was. So Carol mentioned that she knew someone who did not use his blinker. When confronted, that person mentioned that if he were to use his blinker, it would “burn out more quickly.”
Really? What on earth is the blinker for, if not to signal that a person is changing lanes or turning a corner? As a different coworker of mine mentioned a few weeks ago, “Driving is more than getting from point A to point B; it's getting from A to B in a predictable way.”
