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Farewell, Mr. Martinez…
Now that it’s the off-season, all we baseball fans have to talk about are trades and signings. For the Red Sox, it seems like half the team is up for free agency. One of the big questions has been whether Pedro “The-Yankees-Are-My-Daddy” Martinez will play for the Evil Empire that is George Steinbrenner’s baseball club. And now it has finally happened — next season, Pedro’s going to be playing in New York.
No, not that New York.
It’s not official yet (I don’t think), but it looks like Pedro is on his way to returning to his National League roots by way of the New York Mets. Perhaps the World Series reminded him how much he likes to be on the otherside of an at-bat. Or maybe the Mets just offered him more money. Either way, he earned his ring in Boston and now he’s moving on.
The real question is, how will the Mets take to Nelson de la Rosa?
Press Release…
In a class I took with Patrick Winston, one of our assignments was to write a press release on a topic I have since forgotten. The first rule, he said, was to put the most important information in the first paragraph, the next most important in the second, and so on, because various publications will chop the release at various lengths to make it fit their desired column inches. It made perfect sense, but I hadn’t seen a counter-example failing until today…
Yesterday, Amal sent out the following e-mail to putz both linking to a story and conveniently summarizing it:
From: Amal Dorai
To: putz
Subject: ironyx10
Summary: Marine has doctors cut off his finger to save his wedding ring. They do so, but end up losing his ring the commotion.
http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/12/12/marine.finger.ap/index.html
Today this same story appeared in the Metro, the free daily paper I read on the T every morning. Except there was something missing – the Metro, in its ongoing pursuit of journalistic excellence,
trimmed the story after the fourth paragraph. But the punchline doesn’t show up until the fifth paragraph. And suddenly I find myself grateful to Amal for sending out one of his stupid links because I knew why that story was tragically funny and the guy sitting next to me probably didn’t.
Imagine…
24 years ago today, my favorite member (sorry, Paul) of my favorite band was shot and killed by a lunatic. But thanks to the advent of artificial intelligence and natural language processing, you can still talk to John Lennon. It’s not the most intelligent bot I’ve ever seen, but it is attempting to be John Lennon, so I took the time to play with it for awhile.
To enter the conversation, the site recreates Yoko Ono’s YES Painting, which John Lennon saw the day he met Yoko, so the story goes. I saw that piece when it was at The List Visual Arts Center at MIT. They no longer let you climb up the ladder, but I stepped on the first two rungs anyhow, just to be able to say that I climbed the same ladder John Lennon climbed. And then the curator told me to stop. I did a similar thing at the John Lennon exhibit at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland a few years ago. One of Lennon’s pianos was there behind a rope and I reached over and touched the low A. I briefly thought about playing it (the note, not the piano as a whole), but decided that I didn’t want to draw attention to myself.
“People say I’m crazy, doing what I’m doing…”
Musical variety
Riding the T every morning, I’ve gotten used to the usual musicians that rotate through the Davis Square stop. Occassionally there will be someone new — like Morgan and his friend with the stand-up bass and fiddle playing Irish folk songs. But I usually never see those folks more than once. Half the time it’s the same handful of people — the guy with the hand painted box for collecting change, the guy who sounds like James Taylor and sings the song about the downtown train, the kid with his Beatles chord book, and the guy who was playing this morning, who I will refer to as Acoustic Guitar Man.
Acoustic Guitar Man sounds pleasant enough the first time you hear him — just his guitar, no singing, plucking melodic melodies in a way reminiscent of elevator music. But if you see him often enough, or if you happen to get stuck waiting an extra long time for the train, you discover Acoustic Guitar Man’s secret — he only knows three songs. This usually suffices to fool people, because by the time his set recycles, you’ve already gotten on the train and left. Normally, it wouldn’t be quite so bad — “Downtown Train” guy usually sings the “Downtown Train” song and I don’t mind because I like the song and his other songs sound sufficiently different. But Acoustic Guitar Man plays “My Heart Will Go On” from “The Titanic,” which happens to make me cringe. And his renditions of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” and “The Rainbow Connection” wind up sounding like music from “The Titanic” as well. And so instead of being compelled to throw change in his guitar case, I have to resist the urge to grab his guitar and throw it on the train tracks.
But this morning, as “The Rainbow Connection” wound down, a holiday miracle occurred. He started playing something different — “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.” What’s more, it didn’t sound like it came out of “The Titanic” soundtrack. I was so shocked and delighted that I threw a dollar into his guitar case. I can only hope that he uses that money to buy himself a new songbook.
This day in history…
(Most of these taken from the History Channel’s This Day In History website.)
1823 — The Monroe Doctrine was declared. Surprisingly, this had nothing to do with jcbarret, jrandall, and johnston or even qmahoney. It was an isolationist foreign policy drawn up by US President James Monroe.
1859 — John Brown’s body was a-moulderin’ in his grave… actually, it was hanging in Charles Town, VA, by order of the US Marines.
1932 — Bing Crosby and Bob Hope, stars of the seven Road movies, appeared together on stage for the first time at the Paramount Theater. “We’re off on the road to Morocco…”
1942 — Enrico Fermi controlled the first nuclear chain reaction at the University of Chicago. His laboratory was originally a squash court underneath Stagg Field.
1954 — Senator Joseph McCarthy was condemned by the US Senate for “conduct unbecoming a United States Senator.” You know, like calling everybody and his mother a communist and a spy.
1964 — Ringo Starr had his tonsils taken out and the Beatles temporarily replaced him with a guy named Jimmy Nichols.
1981 — My mother spent 18+ hours in labor while my father wondered why he didn’t bring a book. At 6:43 pm after much insistence that I stay where it was warm, I finally fell out of my mother’s uterus, attempting to hang myself on the umbilical cord.
… and don’t anyone say anything about Britney Spears.
What is H & R Block?
Well, for the first time since last June, Ken Jennings is NOT the reigning Jeopardy champion.
While most people will say that he lost it on the final question answer: “Most of this firm’s 70,000 seasonal white-collar employees work only four months a year,” I say he really lost it on the two double jeopardies he missed in the second round. Had he bet zero on those two questions, he would have had over $20000 going into final Jeopardy, which would have been more than twice his competitor. But hindsight is 20/20.
I would feel bad for him, but he won $2,522,700 over 74 games (not including the loss). So I don’t.
Sinikithemba Choir
Yesterday at work I got the following e-mail:
The MGH will host the Sinikithemba Choir from KwaZulu-Natal South Africa from 1-2 PM, Monday November 29, in the Wang Lobby, in recognition of World AIDS Day. This group of HIV infected persons from an AIDS support group in Durban, has been supported by health care providers from MGH, and bring a message of hope for those living with HIV/AIDS. They will perform traditional Zulu Music and sell their own Zulu beadwork, which comes from an income generating program they have developed to assist others living in poverty and dealing with the challenges of this infection. Dr. Slavin recently visited the Choir in South Africa, and has invited them to share their message of hope with the MGH community.
So, after lunch, I headed around the corner from the cafeteria into a crowded lobby where I could barely see the group dressed in yellow robes, already singing. But it didn’t matter that I couldn’t see them — their sound was big enough, causing casual passers-by to stop and make the room more crowded. Not knowing Zulu, I didn’t understand the words — some of them included the clicking syllables that don’t even exist in my language. But the director, a short energetic bald man, explained their message of hope to us in English between songs. Sinikithemba means “Place of Hope,” and while they may all be infected with a disease that has no cure, they sing in order to inspire others and raise awareness of the AIDS epidemic in South Africa.
I was extremely moved by this group of HIV positive singers, who live in a world so different from mine. And so when the concert was over, I forked over some money and bought their CD, the proceeds of which go to their hospital in South Africa. You can buy a handful of their songs here.
Family Tree
There’s been quite a bit of family tree talk lately, and I thought I’d take a moment to write down what I know of mine, skipping aunts and uncles for now. But unlike some people, my family tree recognizes women. One day (soon?) I’ll attempt to give this a whole-hearted attempt, but this is a good starting point and perhaps Dad can add things that I don’t know.
|   | Adam Roden (d. 1904) — Mary Robeck (d. 1894) |   | ? Knopp — Emma Zitzloff |   |   |   |   |
| Andrew Rhode (d. 1952) — Agatha Roden (d. 1970) | Fred Epple (d. 1988) — Lydia Knopp (d. 1991) | Wenzel Freisleben (d. 1961) — Mary Harguth (d. 1961) | Henry Stager (d. 1983) — Lena Eckhoff (d. 1995) | ||||
| Stanley Rhode (d. 1957) — Marian Epple (– George Becker) | Fred Freisleben (d. 1980) — Velma Stager (– Stanley Thein) | ||||||
| Russell Rhode — Kathryn Freisleben | |||||||
| Erin & Anne Rhode | |||||||
I think there’s a Harguth somewhere in either the Stager or Eckhoff family as well, but I’m not sure whether it Henry or Lena’s mother. (ed. Mom says it’s Mary Freisleben who was the Harguth. Also found out more information about Agatha Roden’s parents here.)
Back to baseball
What with grad school applications and organizing this website, I almost missed the fact that they announced all of the MVPs, Cy Youngs, and Gold Gloves. The big one that I was waiting to hear about was the AL Cy Young. I thought it would be a close call between Santana, the hero of my for-now-and-always favorite team, and Schilling, the hero of my adopted second favorite team. (It’s kind of like junior high — you’re my best friend and she’s my second best friend and the Cubs are my fourth best friend once removed.)
Santana was absolutely dominant in the second half of the season, going 13-0, but had a mediocre start and thus Schilling wound up with more wins. I was rooting for Santana, but because the win count usually factors heavily into the Cy Young award, I assumed it would be at least a little close. But no. For only the 18th time in Major League history, Santana was the unanimous choice with all 28 first place votes. Schilling didn’t even garner all of the second place votes — Mariano Rivera slipped one in there. Must have been a New York writer.
Someone queue up “Black Magic Woman.”
In another news, Christian “Mr. Triple” Guzman was traded to the Washington club formerly-known-as the Montreal Expos. (Does anyone know if they’re getting a new name? Ann Myrtle?) Alas, there goes the greatest Twins shortstop since… Greg Gagne, maybe?