Thursday, December 16, 2010
MLB Whistle Stops
2011 will be the 25th and final season for the Kinston Indians. The Tribe low-A affiliate has been sold and will relocate to a 6,500 seat, state-of-the-art facility in Zebulon, NC in 2012. The move conicides with that of the Carolina Mudcats, who will relocate Pensacola, FL.
Don't believe any Fausto Carmona trade rumors. They're a buncha hooey.
The Nationals have shipped OF Josh Willingham to the A's for OF Corey Brown and RHP Henry Rodriguez.
RHP Bobby Jenks has agreed to a 2-yr, $12mil deal with the Red Sox. Boston will also sign LHP Andrew Miller.
Magglio Ordonez will return to the Motor City in 2011 on a 1-yr, $10mil contract.
3B Edwin Encarnacion moves back across the border, inking a 1-yr, $3.5mil deal with the Jays.
UT Ty Wigginton takes his talents to Denver with a 2-yr, $8mil from the Rockies.
RHP Kerry Wood is "very close" to signing a 2-yr contract with the Cubs.
Fine German Engineering
A media medley from your favorite kraut...
Kind of on the order of hot yogurt - absurd yet funny.
I think this picture says it all. A waste of resources; and opportunity cost in reference to focusing efforts elsewhere. There is zero percent chance this woman has explosives strapped to her.
And, finally...
Big sis is in your pocket. You gotta love the option to report environmental violations.
;-j
Kind of on the order of hot yogurt - absurd yet funny.
I think this picture says it all. A waste of resources; and opportunity cost in reference to focusing efforts elsewhere. There is zero percent chance this woman has explosives strapped to her.
And, finally...
Big sis is in your pocket. You gotta love the option to report environmental violations.
;-j
Losing Steam
Let's get this out of the way first off -- I should not be writing this. We're all well aware that calling or texting deep into a heavy evening is a poor choice. Given that, posting the content of one's disturbed mindset under such circumstances is so much worse. The truth of the matter is that I'm done censoring myself. I am finished nitpicking through what may or may not be acceptable. I walk my own path, for better or worse, and this, here and now, is part of that.
Shit happens. Having convinced myself that I have reinvented modern nihilism independent of Nietzsche, I recognize that much of our banal existence holds little meaning. My expectations are too high. I hope wholly too much. I hold, very close to my heart, the intractable belief that someday the cards will fall my way. Therein is the essence of faith. Despite the longstanding track record of failure in my life, due in no small part to my own actions, I still fervently adhere to the conception that it all really will be ok. I wake and pace about the world ever anticipatory of that grace. Thus, disappointment strikes me hard. I know that I have been the dealer of quite a bit myself, but that in no way tempers the sharp edge that bites into my flesh. I imagine those things that do not exist and ask, "why not?" I need some help here, folks.
As might be inferred from the title, the level of faith for me tonight is low. Regardless, I need to say that if you are reading this, then you are a person that I hold dear. You, in my mind, are part of the solution, rather than of the problem. Thank you for the time that we have had together, thank you for all of the joy. Sadly, I may not be capable of accepting all the good as sufficient. And for that I am truly sorry.
More fun to come? Cheers.
Shit happens. Having convinced myself that I have reinvented modern nihilism independent of Nietzsche, I recognize that much of our banal existence holds little meaning. My expectations are too high. I hope wholly too much. I hold, very close to my heart, the intractable belief that someday the cards will fall my way. Therein is the essence of faith. Despite the longstanding track record of failure in my life, due in no small part to my own actions, I still fervently adhere to the conception that it all really will be ok. I wake and pace about the world ever anticipatory of that grace. Thus, disappointment strikes me hard. I know that I have been the dealer of quite a bit myself, but that in no way tempers the sharp edge that bites into my flesh. I imagine those things that do not exist and ask, "why not?" I need some help here, folks.
As might be inferred from the title, the level of faith for me tonight is low. Regardless, I need to say that if you are reading this, then you are a person that I hold dear. You, in my mind, are part of the solution, rather than of the problem. Thank you for the time that we have had together, thank you for all of the joy. Sadly, I may not be capable of accepting all the good as sufficient. And for that I am truly sorry.
More fun to come? Cheers.
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