- A longtime special friend who was born with a rare, terrifying condition and was not expected to survive a 2001 heart transplant is celebrating her 55th birthday today. Happy Birthday Tonya!
- Motorsports Christmas Day approaches, and the #Indy500 weather forecast has improved somewhat. There was a 90% chance of rain forecast when we went in 2017, and not only did we never see a drop, it was actually sunny most of the day. Hoping for similar mojo Sunday!
- Formula 1 legend Niki Lauda has died at 70. RIP.
- Once Upon a Time in Hollywood will be out in a couple of months. I’ll see it, but my affection for Tarantino may be fading a bit. I’ve liked all of his films, but I haven’t really loved one since Death Proof. I’m considerably more excited about upcoming science fiction and horror sequels.
- Huntsville will soon be the largest city in Alabama, but this is a little deceptive. The Huntsville metropolitan area is still less than half the size of the Birmingham metropolitan area.
- The new Black Star Riders song was floating around Twitter this morning. I liked it, but I didn’t realize Damon Johnson was no longer in the band. (Still has a pretty Damon Johnsony riff.) He has a new solo record as of a couple of months ago. I’ll check it out this weekend.
- After committing to my doctor that I’d lose 15 pounds by the next appointment, the official weigh-in was -17. I’m now within two pounds of where I got to when I started getting sloppy and gave back too much of my progress last year. My focus is much tighter this time around. Soon I will need jeans.
Late in the sixth season of Seinfeld, one of the greatest television shows of all-time, Kramer receives, by mistake, a vanity license plate that reads ASSMAN. He goes to the DMV to straighten things out, but the clerk, consulting her computer, says there’s no mistake. (“You are the Assman!”)
The plate actually belongs to proctologist Dr. Cooperman, whom they encounter later in the episode in that tie-it-all-together Seinfeld way. Along the way, Kramer dates large-bottomed women and parks in the doctors-only lot at the hospital. (“Cosmo Kramer. Proctology.”)
So, what a great front plate for my pickup!
A couple of people have gotten the joke. That’s cool. I was an instant hero with my younger son, who suddenly wanted me to take him to school on my way to work. And I chuckled every time I got in.
Alas, as of this morning, the ASSMAN plate has come off. Why would I do such a thing? Am I yella?
Well, yeah. A little. A gate guard gave me a funny look last week. He didn’t say anything to me, but that feels like a time bomb. Also, I haven’t done a slow, opposite-direction approach with a police officer on a side street yet—you know, the sort of encounter that would give him/her plenty of time to read the plate? Portal Lane, anyone? I doubt the plate is illegal, but that doesn’t immunize me from having to prove it inconveniently.
Finally, though there are surely many people running around who get the joke, it’s probably safe to say there are more who don’t. And to those folks, I’m just some schmuck driving around with a not-nice word on the front of his vehicle. Church? Passing kids playing in the neighborhood? You getting me?
The ASSMAN plate will live on and give me chuckles. Still considering whether it goes in the garage or in the study.
Consider that contentious questions tend be so because they are complex.
Claims that abortion is a simple issue may be born of disingenuity or of ignorance, but they are never accurate. There are good, reasonable people holding thoughtful, considered views all over the spectrum.
If you don’t believe that and you allow your discourse to reflect that lack of belief, then you are a large problem, no matter what your position on abortion.
- They are already just a whisper under 229 mph at practice for the Indianapolis 500. Ed Carpenter’s pole speed last year was 229.618. You can catch the Fast Nine Shootout and the Last Row Shootout on NBC on Sunday at 11, with Saturday’s qualifying on NBC Sports Gold and NBCSN. Hope the weather holds.
- I managed to pick another canceled-after-one-season show to watch. I’m going to have to start asking that question before I start. Game of Silence started strong, but I get the impression there is too little story for its ten episodes. Seems like there’s an awful lot of hand-wringing and exposition that actually isn’t. I’m at the end of the sixth episode now, and likely done.
- I tried to go back to my Windows phone a few days ago, and it didn’t work out. It was fairly lowball hardware when I got it, and the interceding four years have done it no favors. It’s just too slow and erratic. The failure of Windows Phone/Windows 10 Mobile is easily my biggest tech heartbreak. I thought nothing would ever eclipse the death of Palm OS.
- I’ve worked up to getting all of my steps even on my fasting day. I’ve really appreciated how mindless this is. It’s so much easier for me to follow than anything else I’ve tried—and it’s working.
- Our Duluth Trading is slated to open June 6—three weeks from today.
- I had Drake’s sushi for the first time yesterday. It was fine, but it was no less expensive than I ? Sushi or Rock n Roll Sushi, and it wasn’t as good as those. I’ll stick to burgers at Drake’s.
- Wendy runs on prayers. Yes, she does. A longtime friend muses and inspires here. You should follow her.
Bill Nye made headlines this week dropping F-bombs about global warming. (This post is a good entry into what I’ve had to say about climate change on BoWilliams.com.)
Here are three things that concern me more:
- Factory farming. I have written before of the extensive animal welfare concerns embodied in the way we raise most livestock. Those methods are born of extreme efforts to maximize production to meet continually rising demand, and I’m not sure how close we are to running the clock out, but I suspect we’re in the fourth quarter. We need a paradigm shift. One tiptoe into that pond is working to overcome irrational fear of scientific advances in food production, such as cultured meat.
- Microplastics. The plastic waste we can see might not even be the biggest problem. Most plastics that “degrade” don’t actually go away. The pieces just get really small. And they’re absolutely everywhere. (I’ll also take this opportunity to say that I was wrong in this post about plastics.)
- Superbugs. Antibiotic-resistant bacteria are already killing people, and they’re poised to kill a lot more in our children’s world. The treatments we need aren’t profitable to develop, so there’s little incentive for pharmaceutical companies to do so.