Friday, September 28, 2007

USF just upset WVU...

Tonight at Raymond James Stadium, the USF Bulls upset the WVU Mountaineers 21-13. See? Anything really can happen in college football. What a great win for Jim Leavitt's USF program - the Bulls' first over an AP top 5 opponent.

God, I love this sport.

We're hitting the road in about 90 minutes for Jacksonville (by way of Pensacola, as Mom is going to tend to the Monster overnight).
We'll be back in New Orleans on Sunday night - hopefully I'll be hoarse due to a well-meant jeering of Nick Saban, but either way, it'll be so nice to see my Seminoles play. It'll be especially great to see old friends.

Have a great weekend, everyone, and GO NOLES!

Note: I just received a text message from the lovely Rebecca, our gracious hostess for the weekend. It would appear that her wonderful fiance, Chris, native of NOLA, just insulted Bear Bryant to a group of drunk Bama frat boys at a bar in Jax (near the Landing, if you're familiar with the area). That is NEVER wise. Even worse, Chris maintains, "They started it."

True story.

::wincing::

The streetcar is coming, the streetcar is comming!

That's right, folks, the St. Charles streetcar line is coming back in mere weeks - all the way up to Napoleon Ave.

Granted, the line won't go all the way up to the barn for another year or so, but this is a great stab at some semblance of normalcy!

http://www.wdsu.com/news/14230556/detail.html?rss=no

In honor of LSU/Tulane

Don't forget your celebratory bloody mary tomorrow morning as LSU prepares to take on the mighty Green Wave in the Superdome. Kickoff is scheduled for noon, and if this doesn't make you go, "What the eff?," you're clearly an LSU fan.

Or, as Kevin more succinctly put it as he stood here in my office, gaping, a few minutes ago: "There are NO words."

On a random side note, as both Dave the Banker and Kevin are wont to point out, New Orleans is the only city to have the distinction of being destroyed by the mascot of a local university - the Green Wave. Then again, they went to Tulane, so clearly they are jaded by popped collars and myriad pastel colors.

Found on Cajun Boy's blog:

Riddle me this...

So the ceiling in the women's bathroom here in my office just caved in, and the floor is weirdly flooded.

Since Kevin is the only male in the building today, the rest of us are using the men's bathroom.

Post-coffee, I needed a bathroom break a few minutes ago.

So riddle me this - what on EARTH is an issue of Martha Stewart Living doing in the men's bathroom, sitting on the back of the toilet, perched between Boating and Consumer Reports?

Kevin??

(Am I just sexist?)

On the eve of FSU-Alabama...

...it's time to get pumped for the upcoming 8-9 hour road trip to Jacksonville that should commence roughly around midnight, when D. gets home from updating prep football scores to NOLA.com.
Yeah, we're both definitely going to require a shunt or mainline of Jolt or Red Bull. This will be D.'s first 'Noles game, and I have to admit to being excited about seeing him wearing his garnet FSU t-shirt (he's all sorts of proud when I wear one of my K-State shirts). I'm tremendously stoked to see a lot of my fellow FSU friends, and I'll be damned if I haven't missed tailgating with them. Win or lose, college football has to be one of the greatest past times for an autumn Saturday.

Part of the process of preparing for a big match-up is reading material from the naysayers - like Stewart Mandel.

Now don't get me wrong - I adore Mandel; he is one of my favorite sportswriters (apart from D., of course). He's generally very reasonable and articulate. Naturally, he predicts that FSU will implode against Nick Satan's...oops, I meant Saban, of course...Crimson Tide tomorrow afternoon.

There may well be something to his reasoning. FSU's offensive line still has quite a ways to go, and Drew Weatherford seems to have lost quite a bit of confidence (a similar theme exists for Saints fans at the moment). Our receivers can't catch, our backs frequently fumble, and our pass rush is nonexistent. Our one bright spot seems to be kicker Gary Cismesia.

And that's just sad.

Still, I never expected an overnight miracle from the new coaching staff. Poor coaching and recruiting have left a mountain of problems. Fisher and Trickett, et al., have their work cut out for them. There has been some improvement, despite our average of 22 points scored per game. I'm impressed with the quickness of our newly skinny OL - now just just need to block. Fisher's playcalling is a vast improvement over Jeff Bowden's much-lampooned, pass, pass, rush, punt scheme.

And then there's the cheating scandal. Even though no active roster spot is impacted by this, will it prove a distraction to the 'Noles in our must-win game?

But don't count us out in Jacksonville. Papa Bowden has a pretty scary record at neutral sites.
GO NOLES!

Yawwwwwwwn.

Why on earth did they even bother? Watching grass grow in our backyard (and it grows at a decently rapid pace in this climate, let me tell you) would have been more interesting.

I mean, really. Bobby Jindal, what has happened to the energetic man pushing for election four years ago?

Clancy DuBos of The Gambit has written a great editorial on the topic.

This election may not be such a landslide after all.

Kicking off Friday on a happy note!

Gotta love the Decemberists - I'm attaching the lyrics below; it's a very poignant song.



The Decemberists - Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then) Lyrics

Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet
A sweetheart left behind
Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas
That's where my true love lies

Look for me when the sun-bright swallow
Sings upon the birch bough high
But you are in the ground with the voles and the weevils
All a'chew upon your bones so dry

But when the sun breaks
To no more bulletin battle-cry
Then will you make a grave
For I will be home then
I will be home then
I will be home then
I will be home then
Then

When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee
Made a seam to hem me in
There at the fair when our eyes caught, careless
Got my heart right pierced by a pin

But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas
All the bellies and the bones and the bile
Though I lingered here with the blankets barren
And my own belly big with child

But when the sun breaks
To no more bulletin battle-cry
Then will you make a grave
For I will be home then
I will be home then
I will be home then
I will be home then

Stems and bones and stone walls too
Could keep me from you
Scaly skin is all too few
To keep me from you

But oh my love, though our bodies may be parted
Though our skin may not touch skin
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow
I will come on the breath of the wind

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Ausgezeichnet!

I'm so there...just not this weekend.

Oktoberfest + New Orleans = Happy Cait and D.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Cait: The Recap

Ranting about David Vitter aside, I'm battling with some mixed emotions this week.
On Thursday night, D. and I went to the St. Charles Club at the Superdome for the Sugar Bowl Committee's kick-off event. They hoisted a BCS banner in the Dome, and tons of local press and socialite types were there.
It was a lot of fun - with amazing food and wine, and a lot of fun people from the T-P - but I admit to being a little starstruck when we met Duane Lewis.

Yep, THE Duane Lewis. GAH!

(He's the new communications director for the Sugar Bowl.)

He was talking about his trepidation at entering the Superdome - the last time he was there, his Rams got smacked around by the Pats for the Super Bowl win.

On Friday, M.'s mother passed away after a long fight with cancer.

On Saturday, we celebrated Kevin's birthday with a barbeque and chocolate cake and much football. That night D. and I drove over to a purple house in Mid-City for Chandra's going-away party. Several hours later, I dragged my drunk - and very cute - boyfriend home, where he nursed a horrendous hangover, that if anything, left him paler than usual. (And that's saying something.) Evidently, champagne and Guinness cheese aren't such a great idea after nursing Pimm's Cups and beer all day.

On Sunday, we watched our much adored NFL Sunday Ticket, and I made dinner for Chandra and Goh.

On Monday, the lucky bastage had a press pass for the Monday Night Football match-up between the the Saints and the Titans. Kevin and I drove to Covington for M.'s mom's viewing, and drove back across the Causeway listening to WWL and lamenting our awful blocking and tackling. Of note was that EVERY other commercial featured a voiceover from Hokie Gajan.

"Hi, folks, this is Hokie Gajan here for...YOUR MOM!"

I like the idea of a spot like that. Mmm.

I missed "K-ville," but DVR'ed it for later viewing (I honestly thought it was better than the pilot), and caught most of the ensuing three quarters of the game. I was ready to pull my hair out, but was mostly just thankful that I hadn't started either Brees or McAllister in our fantasy league (I had chosen Matt Schaub and Jamal Lewis, respectively).

Poor Deuce. Seriously, that's just heartbreaking.

On Tuesday, Kevin, D. and I drove up to Mandeville for M.'s mom's funeral, and I felt so helpless. I just wanted to hug her and tell her it was going to be okay.

Last night we experienced the joys of Nacho Mama's yet again, and I started to become more cheerful. It's been that kind of month at work - numbers are down, and without M.'s irrepressible cheer and efficiency in the office, Kevin and I have both been a little down.

Tonight, we help Chandra move.
Tomorrow night, I bitch and moan that I'm not at the Cowboy Mouth concert - presumably, I'll be packing for our mad dash/overnight trip to Jacksonville for the FSU-Alabama game and watching the WVU-USF game.
And no, I don't want to talk about the FSU cheating scandal right now. I want to nurse my ginormous cup of coffee and be glad that Roxana's okay after her car accident.
It's been a long month. I look very forward to taking a few days off next month.

On the origin of political hypocrisy...

This just incenses me.

The Times-Picayune reported yesterday that Sen. David Vitter earmarked $100K in a federal spending bill for a creationist group to lobby for creationism in public schools in Louisiana.

Let's back up for a second here.

This is a country founded by people fleeing religious intolerance. This country is a melting pot of rich and diverse cultures. This is a nation that claims to be proud of protecting religious freedom by separating church and state.

Yet Vitter, best known of late for his trysts with prostitutes, is countering the very foundation of what made the U.S. such a haven for those looking for freedom.

I'm all for Judeo-Christian ethics and teaching children in a public school about right and wrong. But to teach creationism in lieu of evolution is both irresponsible and narrow-minded. Here's a little more about the Louisiana Family Forum:

"Among other things, a 'Louisiana Family Forum Fact Sheet' at one point included 'A Battle Plan -- Practical Steps to Combat Evolution' by Kent Hovind, a controversial evangelist who is serving a 10-year prison sentence for tax offenses and obstruction of justice.

Hovind's paper stated, 'Evolution is not a harmless theory but a dangerous religious belief' that underpinned the atrocities committed by Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin and Pol Pot of the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia."

Wow. What irritates me most about this is that it's clear to me that these people have never so much as read Charles Darwin's elegant observations from the HMS Beagle, On the Origin of Species. Darwin was never a proponent of eugenics (i.e., creating a superrace).

(These are the same types of people who haven't read any of the Harry Potter books, but feel safe in decrying the series as Satanic.)

Evolution doesn't speak to the creation of life. Nor did Darwin EVER claim, as erroneously reported, that mankind descends from apes. Evolution seeks to explain how life adapts to its environs - his most famous example is of the finches he saw in the Galapagos Islands, off the coast of Ecuador. From Alternative Science:

Today's finches vary in their physical form (mainly the size and shape of their beaks), their habitat and their diet, depending on which islands they inhabit. On Daphne island, for instance, is a species called fortis with a strong, thick beak for cracking nuts and seeds; while on Santa Cruz island is a cactus finch scandens with a narrow fine beak, that feeds on insects.

Darwin arrived at the Galapagos in the Beagle in 1835. In his Journal of Researches (popularly known as The Voyage of the Beagle) Darwin famously commented that, 'in the thirteen species of ground-finches, a nearly perfect gradation may be traced from a beak extraordinarily thick to one so fine that it may be compared with that of a warbler. I very much suspect that certain members of the series are confined to different islands.'

Darwin went on to add, 'Seeing this gradation and diversity of structure in one small, intimately related group of birds one might really fancy that, from an original paucity of birds in this archipelago, one species had been taken and modified for different ends.'

Essentially, Darwin argued that the specific habitats required specific adaptations. That's it.

That's the theory of evolution - that species change over a period of time to survive environmental or habitat changes. If the species doesn't change or migrate, it likely dies out (natural selection).

But here's the kicker - most who dismiss Darwin's work do so based upon a claim that Darwin stated that humans were descended from apes. In fact, Darwin carefully skirted the topic during his lifetime. This myth probably results from the work of his close friend and collaborator, T. H. Huxley. The Bishop of Oxford, Samuel Wilberforce, arrived unannounced at a meeting of the British Association in 1860, publicly denouncing evolutionary theory. Wilberforce and Huxley began to argue, and the following exchange reportedly took place:

Nevertheless, this was not how it was seen by everyone. Wilberforce said something - something about apes and grandmothers - which led Huxley to say to Brodie `The Lord hath delivered him into my hands' and which gave rise to the legend of his having been completely obliterated by Huxley. According to the legend itself, he turned to Huxley and asked: `Is it on your grandfather's or grandmother's side that you claim descent from the apes?' whereupon Huxley retorted: `I would rather be descended from an ape than a bishop.'

I've never felt that creationism and evolution are mutually exclusive, and I owe a lot of that to my Bapthlic upbringing (Southern Baptist and Catholic). Most evolutionary scientists are less concerned with our origins and more interested in how we've developed as our planet has changed. Who's to say that the Big Bang Theory isn't the metaphorical first day of Genesis?

Regardless, the point is that creationism is a religious theory - not one steeped in physical science and scientific method. If private schools want to teach it as part of their curriculum, they're free to do so, as parents presumably know what the school will be teaching their children. But to insidiously insert it into public schools reminds us clearly that the Scopes Monkey Trial was not so long ago. Religious teachings are a private matter for families - not for politicians seeking re-election funds from a fundamentalist lobbying group.

Hypocrite, thy name is David Vitter.