Under the carport

Match Game 1

2008-05-16T08:44:00.002-05:00

MG 1, Question "B" (MG '76).
Gene: You know, they say that KING KONG had reeeaally bad breath.
Audience: How bad was it?
Gene:...It was so bad, you could tell all he ate was a steady diet of *BLANK*.

Match Game 1

2008-05-15T16:13:00.003-05:00

I have never been a regular, long-term blogger. I rather enjoy reading what other people have to say, and making an occasional - generally snide - comment. However, as I was catching up on the volumes of "Match Game '76" on the DVR, I thought of a way to sneak back into Bloggerland, without being only a consumer:

Match Game 1 (MG76): Gloria was kicked out of the marching band when she got her *BLANK* stuck in a tuba.

Please feel free to respond. Exceptional answers will be acknowledged. Check back again soon...more to come

Wish I were there

2007-06-14T20:09:00.000-05:00

For all involved:
I am sorry not to be able to be with y'all this weekend in the Classic City.
I love the place, the man, the gathering, and you all.
I know that you will do a fine job for the Guest of Honor.
I am looking forward to soon hosting 2 of the Deacons from the Church of Roast, Athens chapter.
Be good.

"He's bonafied."

2007-05-19T13:30:00.000-05:00

I just had to try and decipher this swurvy word (sfgkzpwb) to verify a posing comment. Geesh! What is that, like, a handful of characters all curly and italicized and $hit. Pretty soon they'll have us trying to type in whole of Canterbury Tales BACKWARDS just for a 2-word comment. Dang.

"Alleluia!....Holy $hit! Where's the Tylenol?"

the bOOb tube

2007-05-12T17:10:00.000-05:00

I had the tele on for a little distraction earlier today.
An old re-run of Cheers. Frasier's bachelor party before marrying Lilith.

At the party, the guys went around the room saying who they'd like for themselves, even "for just one night." Here's the eighties for you:

Random guy: "Ooh. Kim Bassinger, and give me '9 1/2 Weeks.'"
(Laughter)
Sam Malone: "I'll round up to ten."
(Bigger laugh)

Norm Peterson: "Jill Eikenberry."
Group: "Huh? Who?"
Norm: "You know on L.A. Law. That good looking gal that married the short dumpy guy. There's just something about her..."
(Laugh)

Frasier: "Lilith Sternin."
Group: "Oh c'mon, geeze, etc."
Frasier: "Oh, OK. Loni Anderson. She's got a set of oom-pahs that John Philip Sousa would kill for."

For the true fan

2007-05-02T07:16:00.000-05:00

The team with the best record in all of MLB is advertising this promotion on their website:

May 8 vs. Washington - 7:05 PM

Free Prostate Cancer Screenings
7:00am - 3:00pm - Free Prostate Cancer Screenings at Miller Park (northeast corner of ballpark near Friday's). All men who receive a Prostate Cancer Screening that day will receive two free tickets to a future Milwaukee Brewers game. No appointment necessary. Free and Confidential.
Sponsored by Froedtert & the Medical College of Wisconsin.

"Moooooon River. (whew) Did you ever serve time, Doc?" - name the flick. First correct response wins a brand new Chevy.

Post

2007-04-28T07:14:00.000-05:00

I am pinched for time here lately, and will be through next weekend's celebratory activities. Suffice it to say that this week will bring about the (ceremonial) change in command in my little corner of the world. It has been wild: an emotional month, and things are just gettin' started. There will be lots to blog about. But not right now.

Must be contagious

2007-04-19T16:36:00.000-05:00

What is this? National Play Hookie Day?
This was my view from Section 212, Row 2, Seat 14. Derrick Turnbow (TN native...ugh, I know) on the mound in the 7th. Brew Crew wins vs. Pittsburgh 7-5. 1st place, NL-central. Winning is fun, different, and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Life imitating art

2007-04-13T19:38:00.000-05:00

I have become a good Brewers fan since the Spring of 2003.
I am especially proud of Milwaukee baseball right now. Not because of anything our team has done (though they are on an up-swing), but because we have been able to bring life back to the game for the fans of Cleveland and Los Angeles.
The Commiss ("Bud") is a local fella, and was wise enough in the late '90's to add a retractable roof to the plans for his ball club (currently the only option in winter-impacted zones). And now that he is no longer the owner and soley the head-honcho of MLB, he can send 2 AL teams to Milwaukee in order to avoid SNOW. Can you believe it?! Just like in the film.
We might not have much right now, but we have a love for the game. 50,000+ in a 3 game series for 2 out-of-market teams. If I were an f-ing Cubs fan, I'd say that we deserve your respect. But, I am a Milwaukeean. We just say, "have another."
Go Brewers.

There's nothin' soft about hard times

2007-04-08T20:40:00.000-05:00

I have had a draft blog that I've been working on for a while, and I just can't get it right. It's a source of frustration, compounded by the frustration of the said draft's topic. I'll take a nod from B. David and bulletize it.

Girl.
She had feeling in her gut that she couldn't shake.
We Ross-n-Rachel-ed at her request.
2 months went by as she was spending time "re-focusing life priorities."
Potential new opportunity with her.

Honestly, this is about all I can verbalize about the $hizzle right now. I am my mind's own worst enemy. Who needs a devil's advocate when you've got the left side of your own brain? Maybe I'll be able to articulate more soon and thus "resurrect" the draft into a POST!

Withdrawal

2007-04-04T07:27:00.000-05:00

I feel like withdrawing from the world. I want to stay underground in my hovel. Flurries and no temperature in the next 7 days above 40F. Damn. Happy Spring - sha!
There are times in the really hare-core part of the winter - negative temps (Farenheit) with wind chills that are hard to mentally conceive, much less physically endure - when I can't help but ponder: "Why did the original settlers think that this is an appropriate area for human exsistence?" I can't imagine experiencing that kind of weather 200-300 years ago, without the creature comforts of today.
How can people with good reason feel that this is a place to?....oh wait, I think I just answered my own half-question.
Go Brewers.

That's about right

2007-03-31T14:08:00.000-05:00

Excerpts from "Nothin' but a Breeze" from the same titled album (1977) by Jesse Winchester

Verse 1
Life is just too short for some folks,
For other folks it just drags on.
Some folks like the taste of the smokey whiskey,
While others figure tea's too strong.

Well, I'm the kind of guy that likes right down the middle,
Don't care for all this bouncin' back-and-forth.
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool, blue North.

Verse 2
In a small suburban garden,
Not a single neighbor knows our name.
I know the woman wishes we could move somewhere,
Where the houses aren't all the same.

She says, "Jesse, won't you take me where the grass is greener,
I really couldn't say where it may be.
Somewhere high on a mountaintop,
Or down by the deep, blue sea.

Chorus
There we....
Can do just as we please
It ain't...
Nothin' but a breeze.

Looking forward

2007-03-29T17:52:00.000-05:00

Some things coming up that I'm looking forward to:
Friday night: a date with Josh to hear his bride play professionally. She's really good, y'all.
Monday: Opening Day.
Starting the last concert cycle.
Consistent 60+ degree temps.
Having the "final" concert DONE!

The emperor's new clothes

2007-03-26T21:52:00.000-05:00

I must say that this has been a fairly torturous time for me and for the students I see on a daily basis. First, there was talk on the streets about a rumored retirement. Then we produced a poster announcing a special celebration concert in honor of the retirement. Then students and their families received a letter, requesting that they contribute to the celebration and the newly "named" scholarship fund, based on said retirement. But still, there was no no open acknowledgement that the retirement will happen (from the retiree-to-be), nor that there are really solid, exciting plans for this program's immediate future. Students have shared their concern about not really knowing, but the comments are more focused on how "we can help celebrate." Isn't that just like young people?...to rise to the occasion and - when the chips are down - step up and do the right and the most positive thing possible?!
The resulting feeling is of suppressed excitement. I am excited for a great opportunity, and the students are excited for something new, different. I am excited for my partner-in-crime for this venture; I feel proud that I was able to recruit someone so talented and enthusiastic. I am excited for my mentor who will begin a new (and more than likely) equally productive part of his life.....off campus.
I am pushing the issue in a private home "intervention" later this week. The wife of the retiree supports me, and we are working on helping the Emperor to enjoy his new digs.

Air un-fare

2007-03-23T17:55:00.000-05:00

On two occasions within the last 3 weeks a generally solid low-cost provider has jacked around with their pricing structure. The first occasion caused me to lay out $250 more than the originally quoted price for this. The second instance, just today, has caused a similar jump in an expected trip back home for Memorial Day. It's OK if you want to charge an arm-and-a-leg for bare bones service. Just don't post one price one day, and then yank it up more than 2 bills overnight. Sumbeach.
This really puts the "Kai-bosch" on some (more than usual) summer fun.

Spring Broken

2007-03-22T23:54:00.000-05:00

2:43pm eastern
Waiting in the Charlotte airport for a connection that was apparently delayed into ATL, which was then to come and fetch us. As a result of today’s Midwestern meteorological calamity, my connection to Suds City will be missed, with my only alternative out late tonight. The positive spin is that my Spring Break gets extended by just that much. I am eager to solidify plans with my dear friends in the intermediate city, and hope that I can work in some welcomed face-time during the 4-5 hour layover.

2:56pm eastern
Just off the poor cell connection with my parentals, with a mother that can’t comprehend the difference between a delay and a cancellation. (sigh.) More waiting. Gonna people watch.

Potent notables from folks waiting for the same flight:

UNC-Charlotte softball team. Lots of wind pants and ponytails. Not a bad place to be.

The advocate. A lady wearing a denim jumper (sorry that I know what that is) who feels compelled to look up from her Barbara Taylor Bradford and periodically announce any piece of information related to our flight or some other cul-de-sac babble that she feels is worth clucking about.

Plane jockey. The pilot who has been hovering around our gate’s service desk and does not feel the need to remove his spiffy, (just well enough) worn leather pilot’s jacket. Complete with shoulder adornments and braids at the wrists. God Bless America. [editorial edition: turned out to be the right-seat]

Rasta mon. Just wanted to note the truly “authentic” fellow wearing the African tri-color and dreadlocks.

3:15pm eastern
The advocate matter-of-factly reports that “we have a plane; well, at least that’s a start. Hegh, hegh, hegh….” I will be boarding in Zone 4. Gee, thanks Rare-tran.

Enroute to ATL
Not much to report. Cran-Apple juice, pocket/personal Yahtzee (not at all like “pocket pool”), and XM Ch. 142 to stay on top of the games. 43 minutes from wheels-up to touch-down.

4:42pm eastern
Got to the gate desk, expecting to re-book, as my original MKE connection was due out at 3:45pm. They said to scramble 6 gates down and see if I could jump on, as it was only then departing. Apparently their computers had not updated in a while, as it had already pushed back and was taxiing out. I am re-booked to depart at 9:10pm, local.

4 hour lay-over
Is there a better place for a UGA guy to get a lay-over? I was whisked by the other two top 3 contenders (see Bracket this standings, 2007.03.23, 11:41pm, central) off to a fine establishment in Greater Hot-lanna for beers, food, and the best company that I could possibly ask for. Serendipity…good BDB tune and truly appropriate to the occasion. Thank you, friends. That experience made me feel that distance is more virtual in friendship now more than ever.

9:29pm eastern
The best lesson in urban sprawl is a clear evening perspective of the lights of Atlanta from about 6000 ft. Crazy.

10:10pm central
Touchdown! The PAT was good as well: my bag never got transferred to the later flight, but had arrived to MKE on the flight I had originally booked. It had been patiently waiting for me on the suitcase merry-go-round. Picked it up, and out the door to my waiting ride. Back to the grind tomorrow.

Panther Vent

2006-07-01T07:37:00.000-05:00

So I sulked pretty much all day yesterday.
On the last Friday (yesterday) at noon before my summer class was scheduled to start, "they" pulled the plug due to low enrollment. Every summer since working at YouDubbyaEm, I have taught some course or another to pick up some extra cash and remain productive. I've come to rely on the income, and now find myself in a spot. For the record, I have taught (and been paid) for teaching to only 3 people before.
Never mind the prep.
Never mind writing the syllablus.
Never mind scheduling guest speakers.
Never mind working with tech staff to install and prepare software.
Never mind the students that were counting on the credits for elective for some other requirements.
Just never mind.
Jeeeze-izzzzz!
Headed out to Chi-town this morning to visit the LYW, take in the "Taste," and to try to think about something else.

So what are they?

2006-06-19T19:06:00.000-05:00

Greetings from the Low Country where the shadows have stretched out from the mossy palmettos on one of the "longest" days of the year. I have been summoned onto the patio of my cousin's matchbox apartment by the siren-like effect of what I call secadas. They are the insects that drone on - usually late in the day - with their lazy whinning...as if they don't want the sun to rest. And I'm with them. Another day down means another day of vacation (time in the South) gone.
But, carpé the day: I have enjoyed time with family on the beach, consumed several quality Pennsylvania beverages, endured a loss, and had more than my fair-share of fried seafood. My subtle buzz is enhanced by the hum of many A-C units just trying to keep up with the demands of the resident condo-commandos that demand a constant 72F inside their habitats. Hell, I'm outside sweating while I can...loving every bless-ed minute of it.
So am I right about they secadas? Have I misspelled it, or are they called something differently entirely? I know I'll hear from y'all.

Even vanilla can be exotic

2006-06-12T10:05:00.000-05:00

During the past week, I have slowly descended (literally and figuratively) back to my homeland, and I have been enjoying it tremendously. I have visited Ken-yuk-ee, Hot-lanna, the upstate of SC, Athens, and home. I love the reconnecting with place and people that comes with this annual trek. But it was during Saturday's baseball post-mortem with the boys that I realized that my perspective on certain things have been influenced by being up there 11 months out of the year.
It was a pleasant afternoon for people watching, and I did more than my share. My eyes struck out to a standard issue co-ed, and it hit me: "...and that's B-flat, man." At once flipant and graceful, she flipped and flopped her way into the neighboring coffee giant to meet friends. Though she wore a pony-tail, it was well-coiffed in color and cut so that you knew she cared about how she didn't care. She carried the mantle of the "Classic City" well. The Chamber of Commerce is really doing a nice job engendering return visitors. I'll be back this weekend.

Solo spot, downstage center

2006-05-26T19:20:00.000-05:00

"Island" by Jimmy Buffett and David Loggins
Album: Coconut Telegraph (1981)

Island, I see you in the distance
I feel that your existence
Is not unlike my own
Island, they say no man is like you
They say you stand alone
Sometimes I feel that way too
It's the need for love...
Heart and soul accompaniment
Seems to make me different from you

Chorus:
Well I tried to book passage,
But you have no ports
And I tried to sail in, but your wind and waters
Tore my sails and broke-a my oars

Island, I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me want that much more
Island, I see you in all of my dreams
Maybe someday I'll have the means
To reach your distant shores
When the need for love
Heart and soul accompaniment
No longer makes me different from you

Chorus:
Well I tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
And I've taken to the air on wings of silver
But I always hit the ground

Island, I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me want that much more....

Ah.......
7 days

The end of the beginning

2006-05-22T19:12:00.000-05:00

This holiday weekend will signify the end of the beginning of summer. Some thoughts:
Someone should tell Wisconsin it's "summer." Still 56-ish during the day...no matter how much sun. Damn it.
By the way, this is what the LYW and I will be up to this weekend. (You've got to do something else with milk besides cheese!)
We will be thinking of all of the men and women, past and present, serving active, retired, or in reserve. We do what we do, because of what they do. God, bless them all. Amen.

Countdown: 11 days

I am a Homer

2006-05-17T20:24:00.000-05:00

I take pride in pledging allegiance to the home team.

Since moving, I have been totally impressed at how the native folk tailgate. I lucked-up on an opportunity (thanks to my esteemed colleague) to be at Lambeau on a Monday night game. Even at night...cold and rainy...in Wisconsin, the atmosphere rivals Big-10 gamedays. And everytime I go to the ballpark, I appreciate the number of people with grills, the amount local beverages, and other activities taking place.

I am excited to be taking (at least a part of) the Pep Band to the Brewers game tomorrow aft. for our version of a "Band Banquet." Not only is it a day off, but a time to reflect on a nice year of unprecedented success for our teams and greater involvement in our activity than ever.

Countdown check: 14 days and 16 days.

PS: Can you tell that I finally figured this out?

Happy Mothers Day

2006-05-14T22:21:00.000-05:00

I spent the day preparing dinner for mothers other than my own with the LYW. We has a nice time with the surrogate family, but I miss having ham, sugar peas, and peach pie, rather than roasted acorn squash, apricot-mango chicken, and bad wine from Wash. state. I was passed (by cell phone) around the Sunday table I prefer, and enjoyed the sense of being there...better than nothing. I was able to thank and talk to the women that have (and continue to) nuture and love me the most.
And by the way, it really warmed up today....we broke 56F! I have forgotten how to sweat.
Headed south in 17 days. Buffett in 20.

The writing on the wall

2006-04-30T10:46:00.000-05:00

"It ain't about the talent, it ain't about the skill, It's all about that silly-stupid horse shit deal." - J.B.
And for me, the "deal" refers to those three extra letters after my name.
I am feeling compelled to look for different professional opportunities, and I am loathe to leave my current situation for anything less than a step up. With few nibbles coming back to me after initial inquiries (and even having looked in the U of F-ace of pure evil), it occurs to me that the old-school days of "...or equivalent experience" are truly gone.
Sorry to bitch and run, kids...

C'mon back.

2006-04-22T07:22:00.000-05:00

It'll soon be consistently warm enough in Cheese Country to open the carport back up for a p-nut boilin' and some good ol' shuckun' and jivin'. I hope to be a better host in the near future.
Grass is green here, but still no leaves on trees. I haven't sweated outside since September (that can't be healthy).
However, 'Sconsin is starting to come to life:
1. The BUCKS?! are in the playoffs?
2. Brewers are back in town, and despite a recent 3-6 road trip, should be fun to watch this summer.
3. Favre is "playing" the Packers.
4. The festivals will start soon, right on the lip of our version of the beach: Lake Michigan.
5. An afternoon of tennis with the LYW is possible on just about any day of her Spring Break.
6. And less than 3 weeks of school to go.
7. Buffett in Atlanta countdown sits at 42 days.
Huh, maybe life is getting better here because I'm thinking about getting out of town (#6, 7 above)?

Y'all come by when ya can....

Dawg vent

2005-09-05T18:22:00.000-05:00

It hit me big-time on Thursday night. It was when the G-Day (E$PN) boys were in my home state for Lucifer's (ultimately) successful return to the college ranks. It was when they dedicated a highlight package and ensuing discussion to DJ and the Dawgs. All the uncomfortableness, the anxiety, the (dare I say?) doubt I felt regarding our new starting QB hit me in the pit of my stomach when I saw it in black and red up there on my very own TV screen. On top of that, C0rs0 picked us enthusiatically! I can't give too much credit to a guy known more for wearing fuzzy heads each week than for his professional career(s). All of the journalistic murmurs of a #13 vs. a #18, and the "this is going to me more of a game than people think," hit me in that seminal moment.

In the ensuing 48 hours, I was lucky to be distracted by some on-line gaming, work, score study, and the LYW. But from T-minus 8 minutes (when they went live to Athens) onward, I was unable to sit down or stop my palms from sweating. My senses were both heightened and dulled. I couldn't have the TV loud enough, and when asked something by the LYW, I just became irritated and annoyed. I paced. I put my hat on and off my head about 500 times. I was just plain antsy.

Well, that first drive and especially the first PASSING touchdown helped to ease the anxiety. Ultimately, so did the final score. GO DAWGS!

I am envious of those who have a cluster of the Bulldog Nation near them. We did last year. But thanks to graduations and other successes, a majority of the Brew City Bulldog Club has moved elsewhere. Though technology (and about $7 a month) can allow me to watch the game and hear Munson's call in not-quite-simul-cast, it's not the same as being with a large group of Dawgs fans, much less being one of the lucky 92K at Sanford.

I can't think of an ending, so I'll just stop. Let's go get 'em again on Saturday.

Weekend

2005-08-29T10:20:00.000-05:00

Good weekend. The LYW has a birthday today, and just as it should be, the world revolved around her this weekend. Hung with her peeps at the Brewers/Braves game on Friday (our only win of the series, however). Saturday night was a fancy-schmancy dinner out, and Sunday came to a screaching halt, as we had our Youth Ensemble auditions all damn day. But a good weekend nonetheless.

GameCOCKS/Car-o-why-na Band compadres James and Shannon are due in town for the L-Day weekend. They, among others, have heeded my advice, and will be coming to enjoy Milwaukee at the best time of the year! We intend to go to a sports bar on Thursday and give many a "Go COCKS!!!" to the locals as Satan..., I mean, SPURRIER, gives his SC debut. Hot time in the ol' town tonight. Yeee hawwww.

Neutral

2005-08-16T21:08:00.000-05:00

I'm in neutral.

Ever get to one of those places, mentally, where there seems to be nothing going in, or going out?

I recognize that there are things that I need to do, but I do not seem to possess the initative to do them.

I don't feel down or up, glum or glee....just (as a good friend once put it)....fwahh.

Summer's not over, but I've been everywhere and done everything I wanted to. Things are getting cranked up at school, and I'm OK with that. I guess I coming to the realization that I need structure to be productive. Someone, please, throw me a deadline or a schedule. Did I just admit that? Damn.

Gimme a hollar.

Crisis averted and SC Vacation, part deux

2005-08-15T20:03:00.000-05:00

Hey y'all, and thanks for being so good not to rag me for the lack o' posts.

BDB and Knight were especially good to me regarding a recent personal/professional crisis while I was down to Dixie. In my mind, advice should only be dispensed when called upon by the would-be recipient. And even then, advice should be defined as these guys defined it for me: intelligent and thoughful questioning that may or may not lead to an absolute conclusion. In this case, I was also lucky to be accompanied by an equally thoughtful and intelligent Lovely Young Woman who was so INCREDIBLY sensitive and supportive to me while standing in the cross-hairs of this big decision. Such calm and objective wisdom from someone personally entrenched in the situation herself. She was, and is, "sumthin' else." I wouldn't say that this was a mid-life crisis, but potentially life altering for sure*. It was very comforting to have great people around me. Thanks, y'all.

The LYW and I went to So.Car. for a little R&R and meeting of the family. We "did" (huh, huh) the state from top to bottom. LYW actually met a fellow orchestra teacher from Spartanburg through her Master's program this summer, so we visited her in the Upstate. Then over three days in the Midlands, we met Mom, Dad, and countless family; we saw the sights of Cola-town and Lexington (it's called Lake Murray); and pretty much ate home cookin' non-stop. We finished our Palmetto tour with a 3 day stay in the jewel that is Charleston. Please go if you never have. There's enough history, museums, restaurants, and golf to cure what ails you back home. We took in a plantation, shopped "The Market," dodged rain while walking Rainbow Row and the Battery, saw friends, and again, we ate alot. All in all, a nice trip. And for Seinfeld fans, this was no weekend in Vermont.

*I'll share more info if you'd like on an individual basis.

Chicago

2005-07-21T17:19:00.000-05:00

With as many Illinois license plates as you see around Milwaukee, it's almost like we're the northern-most suburb of the City with Broad Shoulders (definitely an antiquated nickname). I don't mind Milwaukee being the little brother of such a fantastic city. Though I have not to date taken sufficient advantage of my proximity, I am grateful to my girlfriend's resident (summer) Master's program through the VanderCook College of Music for creating a "reason" for getting there.

Case in point:
I drove down yesterday afternoon after teaching MB Tech. We took in a band (nycomusic.com) that one of her best friends plays guitar for...it was his first gig with the group. They are fine, but I must admit, I found myself realizing that I have been spoiled by our songwriting friend (the newest resident of Nash-Vegas), as their originals were not "all that." It didn't help that a couple of the tunes at the opening of the set were sang in a epherial falsetto (tough to understand). Their best stuff was driving, mid-range, hard rocking songs. The drummer was fantastic. This group has a decent concept of sound and projects their musical energy pretty well. Definitely did their job as an opening act. 56 Hope Road (56hoperd.com) was the excellent headlining act. I liked what I heard before we had to leave. They had quite a following, and after hearing 3-4 tunes, I can undestand why.

Hope to continue "going down" on....I mean TO Chicago.

Playing catch (up)

2005-07-18T23:00:00.000-05:00

The community can thank Kit for prodding a new post. Or maybe you won't want to thank him after you read. At least it's something.

After a lengthy stay at home (too long in some ways), I made my way back to the great MidWest and to the LYW in the last week of June.

After a week of catching up in the office, I began a 3 week stint teaching Marching Band Techniques. We're now in week 3. It's a shame the class isn't full (3 grad, 3 undergrad)...the course isn't offered in the regular Music Ed. curriculum, and offered only as an elective in the summers. So, I end up with grad students who have been teaching the stuff for years and are just looking for credits toward their part-time degree, and a few well-meaning undergrads who either know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING or are band jocks looking to show off what they know. It's a juggling act. PyWare is a pretty good equalizer..,.especially when it's a version none of them have ever used.

Our li'l ol' camp is next week. All chamber music (so that enrollments can stay small and flexible). It's a bit frustrating. Seems no matter how much advertising, mailing, and phone calls we make, the enrollment still sputters.
Both of these activities pay for my summer living, so I can't complain too much...they make the job worth it.

I've also decided to apply/audition for an opening as Director of a pretty dang good community band. Sounds like it's down to me and one other person. They'll have us in for a series of rehearsals and a concert this coming fall to make the final decision. Could be a serious boost to the vitae, not to mention another outlet for playing things of a different ilk.

The really good news is when August hits, I can take some more time off, and get ready for the main event (school) to begin after Labor Day.

The City of Festivals (Milwaukee) is in full swing. Summerfest is done, but just this past weekend we had the French festival dowtown, and the annual airshow out over L. Michigan...Blue Angels were here. They were very cool, but hard to teach when they're practicing right over our building! There's still time to come have fun here this summer....gimme a hollar.

In the words of my hero (JB), "the weather is here, wish you were beautiful."

Roadtrip reflections

2005-06-26T23:32:00.000-05:00

Here's a quick list of things I witnessed/observed/contempated while winding my way back to the Land of Cheese:

Hmmmm..the innerstate* DOES go back north. Take the hint, you former-yankees-I-moved-down-here-for-warmer-weather-but-bitch-about-the-way-every-damn-thing-is- done-by-Southerners!

There is and will eternally be construction on I-40.

My SUV averaged 24 MPG on the innerstate**.

Despite yelling obsenities out of the window while driving through Knoxville, theformer UWM bball coach is unlikely to hear what I think of him.

Albany, KY is the best place (OK, only place) I've ever seen a demolition derby.

Albany,KY is probably the place that fulfills all of your redneck, cross-breeding nightmares. Think I met both families that live in that county. KnowwhatImean, Vern?

I have now been*** to the Bob Evans off I-65 in Layfette, IN 5 times.

A 55MPH speed limit really means go 70MPH or die around Chicagoland.

The "Taste of Chicago" festival is really great. Go if you can.

I take great pride in running on cruise control as much as I can. Especially when I end up trapping and/or passing some fu+k@r who had been riding mya$$ since Gary, IN.

US-41 from Chicago to Milwaukee has no tolls and cheaper gas.

I didn't meet Hank Azaria at the Italian Village this time while in Chicago.

If you sing in the car too much, you'll get hoarse.

Taking the hot water heater off of "vacation" mode really punctuates this fact.

Roundtrip was 1857 miles...not including side trips to Athens and Lake Keowee,SC. Now one week of prep, then summer class and our li'l ol' chamber music camp. Myself and the LYW head to SC the first week of August. Let's enjoy it while we can kids. Go Brew Crew!

* Yes, I know it's misspelled...done for a dialect effect.
** I didn't realize this one was misspelled.
*** "been to" is defined as "to dine and/or to pee"

Smuggler's blues

2005-06-21T22:38:00.000-05:00

I've got contraband. I'm heading across state lines. I'm your hook-up if need-be.

Today, I spent my last full day on this trip to SC gathering up some edible culture to carry back up north:

Maurice Bessinger's barbecue sauce. The yellow stuff. Please, PLEASE at some point try the tangy, sweet decadent taste of authentic South carolina mustard-based barbecue. www.mauricesbbq.com

Diet Cheerwine. All of the flavor, none of the carbs. You can't get it in Wisconsin. Cheerwine makes a great float with vanilla ice cream.

Raw peanuts. 5 lbs worth. You can't get raw (our people call them "green") peanuts up there. Obviously, these are for boiling in a salt-heavy brine, and consuming in mass quantities underneath the carport.

I tried to get a bushel of peaches, but it's early in the season, and myself and the lovely young woman will be briefly visiting the Palmetto State in early August. Prime peach time. By the way, Georgia is NOT the peach state....SC is the best!

Yellow BBQ, boiled peanuts, beer, and cheese...sounds like a pretty decent cross-cultural smorgasboard to me.

OK, OK, I'm up!

2005-06-17T04:57:00.000-05:00

Had a 4am need to visit the latrine (don't drink coffee before bed, kids). Then the creeping into the brain of issues, items, concerns, desires, anticipations (if that can even be a multiple noun?), and other general STUFF.

Don't you hate it when you WANT to sleep, you CAN sleep (meaning you've got a comfortable place and plenty of time), but your mind just won't shut the F*Ck up?

What keeps you up?

What do you do?

I'm glad I have blog-reading to catch up on. Thanks for your collective perspective. Y'all are great company this morning!

Good ol' Protestant guilt

2005-06-16T13:55:00.000-05:00

Knight's right. You can go home again. But take my advice. Don't make it too long.

Each summer I make a marathon drive from Cheeseland to Red Bank for a long stay with Mom and Dad. This is a wonderful benefit of the academic schedule, especially in the haughty-taughty world of post-secondary insitutions. I make this time because I (being an only child) am particularly close to my parents and extended family, and I see the month-long break as an opportunity to catch up with them, and a few other special friends in the region. There are weekend excursions to shore and hill, to a fish fry and Sunday supper, and then just time to be alone. Alone and still in a place that moves a little quicker than it used to, but still, nonetheless.

Contemplation?.....check. Deep thought about relationships?....check. Reevaluating "the plan?".....check.

I've gotten a lot done this vacation. Now what? Um.... ah-hem.... err... I'm in my house, in my home state, taking in the glow of hearth, home, and doing absolutely nothing. I don't think that I've actually recovered from the usual 11 month pace that I've set for myself. I find myself even trying to "git 'er dun" in leisure/family activities. My left brain is screaming, "You've done everything you've wanted to do on vacation...so let's GOOOOOOOO!!!!....get on with it, already!"

And on top of that (without sounding too high-and-mighty), I'm bored at staying at Chez Cor-ley. Good parents always want more and better for their kids; mine sure did. I know that I've been far more educated than they, and as a result have different and deeper thoughts on most things that occupy my mind. When deep conversation erodes to, "Man, Chipper better get better in a hurry," or "I don't care which flavor of ice cream you get, Mom, " I feel guilty.

The rosy, let's-wrap-this-up way to see it is: I've gotten a chance to spend a significant amount of time (regardless of quality) with people that I care the most for, and an oppotunity to return to a more relaxed pace, without all that....huh, critical thinking!

But I can't help thinking, "Is simply talking about things at face value a real connection...and I am really trying hard enough?" What to do when you see yourself growing apart from the people you really love the most?

Roast talk

2005-06-14T21:06:00.000-05:00

A transcript (or something close to what I said) at the BDB Roast follows. Enjoy.

(Musical intro. A track in really poor taste. I mean, come on, you bi+che$!)

Good evenin' everybody. I brought along some props, and well, I wrote this all down...em, as our friend here is prone to say, "Y'all listen to this. I'm pretty proud of the hook, but I think the verse could use some work." (hold for laughter)

My remarks tonight aren't really in the traditional roast fashion. Instead, I'd like to share with you some insights into what I've been able to glean from Brett just by being around him.

During my time in Athens, I learned alot. But one of the most significant outcomes for me: personally, professionally, and indeed spirtually, can be traced back to one night in 2001. It was in this particular moment when I was in deep conversation, thought, and research...along with a certain amount of Jack Daniels'....(hold for laughs, hoots, etc.)....with both Brett and Michael Knight. The precious product of this period of intensity would become not only a legitimate pasttime, but dare I say....(pause)..a NEIGHBORHOOD-WIDE phenomenon! (hold for laughter). Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am referring to the sporting sensation known as Phase 5 (show chart, side A).

Now, while Mike and I contributed significantly to the technical aspects of the activity, I feel that Brett firmly had control of and understood the deeper, more philisophical nature of Phase 5. And it is with apologies to Barry Green, I give you this motivational lecture I call, "The Inner Game of Phase 5." (moderate laughs, chuckles)

Because a number of you are Phase 5 virgins, I'll begin by explaining the rules of play, and then expand on a particular life's lesson that we may be able to pull from truly understanding Phase 5 when distilled down to it's pure essence. It is through contact with our guest of honor here, and trying to understand him, that I now pass these thoughts along to you.

Phase 1: Just get the ball through the door. (demonstrate with chart) Does the message get more clear than this? Have a simple goal. Don't try to do too much at one time. Have a vision and see it through.

Phase 2: Bounce the ball once, and then in through the door. (demonstrate with chart) This phase may be trying to tell us, "Discover the resources around you and use them!" Indeed, a bounce or an adjustment along life's way may actually help to propel us through that doorway of life. And hey, having another technique in your personal/spiritual bag-of-tricks just might come in handy some day.

Phase 3: Bounce the ball once on the near concrete, once on the far concrete, and then through the door. (demonstrate with chart) Stay the course. Stay the course, though many obsticles may come up to "bite you in the a$$." Keep you eyes on the prize and don't let anything get in your way.

Phase 4: Bounce the ball on the "Welcome" mat just outside the door, and get it through the door. (demonstrate with chart) This can be tricky. Take into account the conditions. Sometime the mat may be wet, and cause the ball to lose a lot of speed. Othertimes, it may be dry, and fast as the greens in Augusta. Take this lesson: utilize or "welcome" any input you may find in assessing the conditions surrounding your goal. Help of others is also advisable.

Phase 5: By whatever means neccessary, knock over the Phase 5 Chalis which rests on the arm of the couch, sitting just inside the door of the apartment. (demonstrate with chart) When you've successed, take time to eXperience the joy of your success. Be exuberant, and enjoy the moment.

Much like our friend that we roast tonight, Phase 5 is interesting, deep, and means something special to everyone. Let's not take the lessons of Phase 5 lightly. Let's review them together, shall we?

(Turn chart to reveal Side B.)

"The Inner Game of Phase 5."

H-ave a simple goal.
D-iscover resources around you.
S-tay the course, no matter the obsticles.
U-tilize or "welcome" input from around you.
e-X-perience the feeling of success.

What wonderful and valuable truths we have revealed tonight through Phase 5! (laughter)

We love you and good luck, buddy. (applause)

Commencement

2005-05-16T03:58:00.000-05:00

Here are some selected activities surrounding Commencement Exercises for UWM's Graduate Students in the rigorous Wind Conducting program:

MONDAY, MAY 16
Football Party
4pm
Corley's House
Our last football party.
Bring a tailgaiting item and your beverage of choice. The last party for
Dwayne and Elyse! Bring a tape of your favorite college football game or
we'll be stuck with ESPN Classic or the Brewers. I think the grill is
going to be burning some meat too.

THURSDAY, MAY 19
White Trash Day
12pm
In front of Arial Place (the corner of Webster and Prospect)
Josh and Kati are getting rid of their couch so we're going to sit down in
front of Arial Place like a big trashy group and hang out until we get
kicked out.
Bring your own shitty beer (or other beverage for those that don't).
Avoid glassware. Bring your own lawn chair or reaonsable substitute.
Bring a chip-type item that can help the beverages flow. Bring your own
sign that says "Honk and We'll Drink!" Wear your wife beaters and flip
flops or just generally dress white trashy. Somebody should bring some
type of really crappy radio so we can listen to country music or hog
prices or baseball games.
The dog will be in attendance as any gathering of white trash folks would
definitely have a dog.

Makin' Music for Money

2005-05-13T20:21:00.000-05:00

This is the lead-off track from what many believe to be Buffett's first album. In fact, A1A (1974) was his third; the first two were on an obscure (and now defunct) label called Barnaby Records. A1A is probably the most quintessential "buffett-esque" (meaning "dirty" country, tropical/Key West references, etc..) collection until One Particular Harbor in the early 80's. I think about this tune alot. Though it doesn't refer to exactly what I do, the principle of music as priority remains.

Makin' Music For Money

By: Alex Harvey
1974

When I woke up this mornin'
I was tired as I could be
I think I was countin' my money
When I should a' been countin' sheep

My agent he just called me
And told me what I should be
If I would make my music for money
Instead of makin' music for me

Chorus:
I said, "I know that this may sound funny
But money don't mean nothin' to me
I won't make my music for money
No, I'm gonna make my music for me"

He said, "The people only buy the love songs
Rock n' Roll that's not too long"
He said, "Son, you got to be commercial
If you want to turn the people on"

And I said, "Turnin' on the people,
Now that's a beautiful place to be
But if I spend my time makin' them up a rhyme
Well, hell, who's gonna turn on me?"

Repeat Chorus:

Well now I went up to Country
And I'll tell you all about the scene
I found a place with much charm and much grace
That wasn't touched by the music machine

Whoa, the people were havin' a good time
Makin' music all day long
And nobody cared if they ever got paid
One penny for playin' a song

Repeat Chorus:

Repeat Chorus:
Whoa, I know...

Brain dead

2005-05-11T22:57:00.000-05:00

There's so much activity going on here right now: so much to get done before the end of school; so much to plan before taking vacation; so much! I have hesitated to post anything for a while because I wanted to really devote some time to something meaningful.....yeah right. Given this time, place, and circumstances, tough nuts. Ain't gonna happen. Any mental or physical energy I have at the end of the day now, I just want to call and talk to the lovely young woman or just completely tune out and watch one of the "Family Guy" episodes I've recorded on TiVo.

May 23rd I'll be on the road (starting at midnight until about 4pm eastern) and travelling home toward my 4 week cultural reimersion in glorious Dixieland. It's time I made some coastal confessions and have a good sweat in the Carolina sunshine. A definite bright spot of this respite will be seeing a number of you.

This has been a stretch to put this much together. Anybody need anything from Wisconsin? I can pick it up for you.

PS: If you think about it on Monday the 23rd, give me a call while I'm on the road.

HELP!!!!

2005-04-25T16:47:00.000-05:00

OK, listen up....need all y'all's help on this one!

Scenario: Second band, mainly undergrad music majors (avg. age is 2nd-3rd year student); fifth week of prep on this show

Setting: Concert hall, Dress #1 of 2, three days removed from our previous full ensemble rehearsal

Essential question: "Why the f*ck can't they just LAY IT OUT on the first go-'round?!?!?!?!?"

Everything is going along swimmingly, and then BOOM!, some individual idiot goes off into rhythmic/temporal la-la land, and momentarily tries take the whole G-D ship down with them! Way to teach them to listen to and react to another, Corley!

Geeeeeeze!

homesick (it doesn't take much)

2005-04-23T10:23:00.001-05:00

My life, pre U-DubbyaEm, meant living no more than a 2 hour car ride from home. It now takes a plane 2 and one-half hours to get there from O'Hare.

It was always easy from Greenville or Athens to slip away on Sunday mid-morning and magically appear at Aunt Bobbie's Sunday table, just about the time everybody was coming home from church. And never mind the asking "are we having lunch at Aunt Bobbie's?" or "is there enough for everybody?" It's just what we did. And it's what they still do, except now, I'm passed around on a cell phone (almost) every week.

Last week, when it became warm (more than 70F) for a couple of days in a row, you could actually SMELL the ground thaw in Wisconsin. It was amazingly similar to one of my most favorite aromas, the tidal marshes of the South Carolina Low Country. It's a dank melange of odors that is at once recognizable and transporting. Next time you have an oyster roast, pull them out of the pot, throw them out on the board, and and hang your head over the steam. If they are east coast oysters, that's the best you can do without actually being on the Intercoastal.

And, of all things, the Family Circle Women's Tennis Cup was on TV last Sunday. Takes place on a snooty suburb of Charleston called Daniel Island (near Wando HS, Mt. Pleasant, SC). My God the scenery! Brilliant (Carolina) blue skies, moss in the trees, palmettos swaying in the bay breeze, and girls with no slouch (I hear they even work at the Home Depot!).

I've been forcing the Spring issue here: trying to "man-up" and wear inappropriate attire for the weather. For example, I walked to the corner bagel shop this morning to get breakfast for me and the lovely young woman in a pair of shorts. It was flurrying. Damn.

It will be May 23 soon enough, though. I will load up the truck and head 14.5 hours south and east for a solid 4 weeks of familial, cultural, and meteorlogical re-immersion. It will surely be a cure for what ails me.

The Weather is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful

2005-04-20T10:19:00.000-05:00

Second in a series designed to edu-ma-cate passers-by in the musical prose of one James William Buffett. This song is on my mind today, because it is Spring in Wisconsin: overcast, dank, and 45F. Damn. But that's what my man is for....escapism, anyone?

"The Weather is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful" by Jimmy Buffett (Album: Coconut Telegraph, 1981)

He worked hard all year just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modeling,
She can't stay away from the phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says "Down there there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringing
He'll try the service in a day maybe two

Well, he's on his third drink before the
wheels of the plane leave the ground
Making points with the stewardess
climbing over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancing and dining
Seems neither has that much to lose

Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfiend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell, nobody's perfect would you like to play
I feel together today

Well now that was just the start of
a well-deserved, over due binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain
people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studing their options
He's just singing and ordering drinks

Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's easy today
The beer is too cold, the daquiri's too fruitiful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I don't care what they say

He's going back to New York pack it up
and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done
such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain

Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life is easy today
The beer is too cold, the daquiri's too fruitiful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I need time for to play
Time for to play

the girls, take 2

2005-04-20T10:14:00.000-05:00

IMG_6452
Originally uploaded by ssrcorley.

This is me and Becky (the center) at a recent Pub Crawl around Milwaukee (redundant, huh?). But it was all for charity...we helped raise about $600 for MS while drinking beer. We're both a bit bleery-eyed because this was the 4th of 5 stops (about 12:30am), after a 7:00 pm call time. Charity really means giving of yourself.

DVD's

2005-04-14T15:53:00.000-05:00

I never been a video freak, but since receiving one of those DVD/VCR combos for Christmas, I've been developing a DVD library. My collection currently consists of (in order of purchase/acquisition):

1. National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation (love this movie so much, I bought this about 2 yrs ago to watch at a friend's house...before I had my own machine.)
2. Jimmy Buffett "Mini-Matinee #1" (a collection of video snipits from various live concerts.....I know, I'm a parrot-geek.)
3. Blazing Saddles (no real man's collection is complete without it)
4. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (a Wisconsin-Target impulse: I needed to hear - even it may be fake - Southerneese and look at mossy trees)
5. Gods and Generals (from the same $5 bin at Target)

Suggestions for others? I'm talking about great movies accompanied by some interesting features, extras.

not so macho

2005-04-10T19:21:00.000-05:00

I've been waffling on the issue of writing at length about the lovely young woman. My damn pride has restrained me thus far. However, this weekend that prideful resistence was overpowered by that voodoo that she do (soooo well).

Two full days of: a road trip to Chi-town, a pub crawl for charity, hanging with the boys in the bar (yep, she hung right in there!), a lazy Sunday morning, a visit to the Degas exhibit downtown, good baseball/golf on TV (yep, she hung right in there!), gorgeous temps/weather, and this wonderful person to share it with.

So maybe it's not so macho to be silly, stupid, giddy, and altogether "hung up" on her, but I seem to have found myself in a place where - as one of my best friends has written - "everyday is Christmas and your birthday too."

Suddenly, Wisconsin's not so bad.

Woman Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street

2005-04-07T18:05:00.000-05:00

In ongoing attempt to "turn the people on" to my favorite writer of musical prose (outside of Athens, anyway), I've considered giving you all a taste of some lyrics from Jimmy Buffett songs that I feel are particularly well written. There's probably even a way that I can link to a sound file of the same song, but I feel that these works may garner some notice in the lyrics alone. From there, you can decide to find the recording if you want. I believe JB is a true original; an assertion underscored by the myriad of taggers-along (think K. Chesney) and cover-ers (Alan Jackson and Jack Johnson, to name drop) that have come to be influenced by this great writer.

"Woman Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street" (1975, co-written with Steve Goodman, on "Havana Daydreamin'" album)
This a tale of a fellow that happens to meet this pathetic figure of a barfly down in Key West. He's talking to one of the only women around, and the fleet is in. What ensues is despirately amusing. A study in beer goggles. Enjoy!

Chorus:
There's a woman going crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle, if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline Street

Verse:
She claims in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's "cut a rug" in years
She listens to the jukebox for her answers
And slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers

She talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper leg from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat

(Chorus)

Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
But just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she's the center of attention
And all those lurking eyes, they look the same

The weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and they don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start eruptin'
And in a flash all hell has broken loose

(Chorus)

(Steel guitar solo)

When I woke up and looked around the barroom
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner,
'Cause someone just might take a swing at you

(Chorus twice, fade)

Orchestra Hall

2005-04-03T23:50:00.000-05:00

Next time you come to Chicago for a concert at the main hall in Chicago's Symphony Center, don't sit on the orchestra level. The boxes or balconies are the way to go.

Our Wind Ensemble and Orchestra were invited to perform as featured ensembles at a high school invitational festival that was held at Orchestra Hall this past week. The hall's most recent (multi-million dollar) renovation was completed in 1997, and resulted in poor acoustics for roughly one-third of the lower tier seats. Even Larry Combs, Gene Perkorny, and Charlie Vernon can't sound good from seats that are below stage level.

The good news is the performances were done by 3:30, and the rest of the day/night were for freedom and frivolity, complete with a last-second (literally) 'COCKS win in the NIT Championship. The lovely young lady came to spend this time with me, as public schools were on Spring Break. She's too good to me. A large time was had by all.

Another reason to hate the Vols

2005-04-01T17:52:00.000-06:00

Friends, Rednecks, Countrymen: Lend me your ears.....and sympathy while you're at it.

Word on the street is that within hours of losing in the (sweet) round of 16, now former UWM coach Bruce Pearl was in conversations with the Department of Athletics at the University of Tenne-fucking-see, right there in beautiful downtown Rosemont, Illinois. He went to Hades, that is Knoxville, on Saturday, and came back to tape his local coach's show on Sunday afternoon. In recent weeks, when asked about the possibility of leaving UWM, he would allude to the fact that he remained at U. of S. Indiana for 3 yrs after winning a Division III National Championship. When he was asked point-blank on local TV, he said that he had visited, would think about it, and probably visit again. Boy, did he. He was announced as the fifth head Men's Basketball Coach at UT-K in the last handful of years on Monday of this week.

Not a single comment to the people of Milwaukee. No getting back to campus and high-fiving students and community. No post-tournament celebration for the greatest single accomplishment in the 109-year history of UWM Men's basketball. No time for us to relish in the success. No damn nothing. Just put on an goddam orange tie and go see Pat and the girls play their Elite Eight game, just to get more face time on ESPN.

At first I thought: "Hell, anywhere but Tennessee. C'mon, Bruce."

But now that I've had time to think about it, the second thought would be: "Move on if you think it's best. But do it with great integrity." Sorry you missed this one, Coach.

Cleveland Rocks, Part 2

2005-03-27T20:33:00.000-06:00

OK, compared to Rosemont IL, Cleveland really rocks. Instead of trying to center a village around Rosemont, they should just go ahead and incorporate the O'Hare Airport as a town. The upside of losing (to the overall #1 seed by the way) is that we didn't have to spend anymore time in that convention-center-ridden wasteland of Rose-fucking-mont. Not only was the location absurd, the venue (Allstate Arena....what?!) looked like a White Castle hamburger joint on steriods. And while I rant, boo on the NCAA for allowing such a lop-sided potential audience (for the "home" team, overall #1 seed) in this bracket: easily a 8 to 1 ratio, Illini to Panthers crowd. Rucking fidiculous.

How Sweet 16 It Is (or Cleveland Rocks, Part I)

2005-03-20T16:40:00.000-06:00

The best thing about this whole deal is that students, alumni, and community of a (predominately) "commuter college" is gaining a taste of what it is to have big-time college athletics as a part of their collegiate experience.

And because we rarely meet other quality groups (its the Horizon League for God's sake!), it was good for my kids to hear/feel the contribution of a mini-$1,000,000 Band and West Virginia's (loud-as-snot) group. It was also good for them to know how well we do compared to a Wake or BC.

Spending six days in Cleveland with people in other departments and/or upper administration can be a blessing or a curse. I'm pleased to report that the kids stepped up, did their jobs extremely well, and covertly enjoyed their pleathura of off-time.

St. Patrick's Day is a huge deal in Cleveland. It definitely made getting around town on Thursday an ordeal. But when you can go out for a beer and a shot at almost any bar at 6:00am, it becomes "the best part of waking up." When we returned from the 'Bama game in the late afternoon, the parade had finished, the town (most people take the day off) had marinated for about 8 hours already, and we saw many a disheveled, long-toe-shoed diva doing the stumble of shame on the way back home.

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum was a nice, but do get the GROUP rate for students if you go. In my opinion, it was not worth more than the $11.00 we all paid to see old hanging costumes and high school report cards. Normal admissions are upwards of $20-$25.

We were able to assemble a surprise "Happy Birthday" serenade for Coach Pearl when they returned from Saturday's practice...he seemed appreciative, and the kids got a thrill out of being able to do that for him.

All in all, the town was nice. Everything: the Jac, Browns Stadium, Gund Arena, bars, hotels, are all centrally located and pretty easy to negotiate on foot. I'm sure it's even more of a blast when the Indians are in town....gotta do that.

And as everyone knows, winning makes everything easier. Go Panthers! More to come...

Sunday

2005-03-14T20:39:00.000-06:00

Sunday was a full and satisfying day. Here 'tis:

Woke up without the use of an alarm clock.
Looked up a recipe online.
Gave driving directions to a lovely young woman.
Went food shopping.
Prepped the ingredients.
Invited the lovely young woman into the house.
Opened a bottle of wine.
Grilled a fillet outside in 30 degree weather.
Shared steak and pasta.
Went to a contemporary opera that didn't completely suck.
Played the pep rally for Selection Sunday show.
Attended a great chamber music performance by our Youth Ensemble kids.
Took the lovely young woman back to her car.
(Deleted scene with the lovely young woman.)
Talked to Mom and Dad in South Cack-O-Lackie.
Received a text message from the lovely young woman.
Went to a Senior horn recital and had catered reception food.
Had drinks at the pub with the boys.
Went to sleep with a buzz.....hmmmmm.

Off to Cleveland tomorrow. Best to all.

The debaucle

2005-03-11T19:14:00.000-06:00

There was a Milwaukee Journal-Sentinal (www.jsonline.com) article this week that mentioned the UWM Champagne Debaucle.

First, the reason I involve you folks in this reaction. Since being in Athens, the term "debaucle" conjures up images of Redcoats vs. The Landing in 1999, and of the fall-out from said incident. Though I didn't experience the "Florida Debaucle" first-hand, when I came off the turnip truck from SC to the Classic City, believe you me it was fresh on EVERYBODY'S mind!

The "UWM Champagne debaucle" was a report in the paper that members of the UWM basketball team were spraying each other with champagne in the locker room after winning the conference regular-season and (then) tournament titles. There was no documentation that under-aged team members were drinking, but were in possesion, and spraying each other and their coaches in the traditional way after a championship win.

Interestingly enough, the NCAA does not have any precedent of any such event. The closest and most recent incident involved the Illinois Women's team, who were rumored to have had alcohol while on a return flight back from the NCAA tournament (fucking losers!).

We are eager for Selection Sunday when we find out for sure that we're going some place lame (meaning a bus ride) like Indy or Cleveland. The best we can hope for is a first-round win in Cleveland, in order to buy time to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on our day off.

WTF?

2005-03-11T19:12:00.000-06:00

I'm new, so I chalked my inability to post a comment up to stupidity/inexperience, but after reading B's response to Kit regarding Trina, sounds as if it's not just me?!

His Honor, Bruce Pearl

2005-03-09T18:58:00.000-06:00

This guy could have just about anything in the world (or at least Milwaukee) right now. Just as any head basketball coach worth his/her salt should be, he can be slicker than owl shit.
There, in the midst of a sea of yellow, gold, or whatever t-shirt color was cheapest for the giveaway, the first words out of his mouth after the game were, "We might have the conference player and coach of the year, but tonight, you fans, YOU were the MVP of this game!!"
And boys, it was a nail-biter all the way...only led twice (the one time when it really counted). Free-throw percentage in the first half: less than 30%. A short old fuck of a ref that didn't make a correct call all night (either way). And home rims that seemed to have been edged with anti-Milwaukee juice (bad stuff).
As far as summing it all up, Bruce had a classic "pearl" of wisdom (paraphrased), "They may have deserved to win that game tonight, but for this whole season, we deserved to win the championship. Maybe it just carried over."
More to come. For now, off to practice my White-Man's-Overbite.....just gotta dance!!! (Anywhere but INDY!)

More cheers from Wisconsin

2005-03-07T22:14:00.000-06:00

When you tune into ESPN tomorrow night at 9pm eastern, feel free to intone as many (or as few) of the following verses that you'd like. They were composed by a collection transplanted Southerners, who, compared to the resident native Cheese-heads, are the epitome of passion for collegiate sports. They were/are an attempt to infuse some real spirit into a team that has found its way into the mid-major limelight. Enjoy!

Cheese to the left,
Cheese to the right,
C'mon Panthers,
Go, go, go
(the old bait-and-switch)

I gotta brat!
You wanna brat!
Goooooo Panthers!

From our Bayou Bengal Brethern:
Rah-rah-ree,
Rah-rah-rap,
Maidson girls have the...
(insert sound effect: bring hands sharply together 3 times in quick, rhythmic succession)!

And in our on-going attempt to use Wisconsin cities/towns as parts of speech other than their usual proper noun-age:
Oconomowoc!
Oconomowoc!
Sheboygan from behind!

The parts of speech thing is an interesting passtime, and truly does shead light on how we see these places. Wendy AuClair said it the best when she claimed that she was "feeling quite Racine." Nice job, lady.

Dickens, a la Frasier Crane

2005-03-07T07:35:00.000-06:00

For a premier post, I was trying to think of something profound; something memorable, lasting throughout the ages. Something like, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...." from "A Tale of Two Cities." That's fresh on my mind, as I was watching an old "Cheers" re-run on Nick-at-Nite, and in an attempt to elevate the cultural knowledge of the regular stool-sitters in the pub, Frasier began to read to Norm, Cliff, et al, the aforementioned literary classic. They quickly became disinterested in the verbose syntax and confused by the list of opening polarities. That is, until Frasier (picking up on their disinterest) began to assist Mr. Dickens by adding fights, explosions, gunfire, and other "action movie" elements to his oration. This sub-plot continues through the episode until the end when Frasier "reads," "'...tis a far, far better thing that I have ever done before. And 'tis a far better...uh, umm, buttkicking that I have ever...errr...buttkicked!" The group, huddled around Fraiser like their fourth grade teacher reading "The Red Badge of Courage " to them, explodes into cheers for their hero.

You're invited here as often as you'd like. I hope you'll enjoy and/or comment on the entries......or at least as much as I can get down while I rough up these two big guys in ski masks who just broke into the living room. I love my Louisville Slugger.