By the time you read this. I am Sam G-- J.D.
please address accordingly.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
3 posts in a week--Obviously I'm studying for finals
Ok you gotta do this--
1. Go to google: www.google.com
2. type in "French Military Victories"
3. Instead of pushing the search tab, push "I'm feeling lucky" tab
Laugh
4. Then hit the hyperlink presented.
laugh harder
I'm seldomly jealous of another's writing. But I really wish that I would have written this.
1. Go to google: www.google.com
2. type in "French Military Victories"
3. Instead of pushing the search tab, push "I'm feeling lucky" tab
Laugh
4. Then hit the hyperlink presented.
laugh harder
I'm seldomly jealous of another's writing. But I really wish that I would have written this.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Um, seriously?
So, I was going to spend all of next week golfing and surfing...I even found a guy who has a cherished and rare key to the mystial 'black beach' road running through UCSD campus. And then this happens:
http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080426/D909HG880.html
http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080426/D909HG880.html
The victim by the way, happens to be a friend of mine's boss's husband. She works for a vet in Del Mar. He founded the clinic she works in. Small world. Ironic also that a vet, the one guy whose spent his life caring for and preserving animals, was picked out of 10 swimmers to get shredded by 8 thousand pounds per square inch of razor sharp pressure from a 7-foot long 1 million year old sandpaper skinned fish. Apparently nature really doesn't appreciate Karma. (Maybe he was an evil vet?) Either way, I feel terrible for the guy's family. But like I always say: "If you are going to die, at least make the evening news doing it."
Seriously, what are the chances of being eaten by a shark in Southern California? Well, apparently you are 250 times more likely to be killed by lightning than by a man-eating shark (http://www.maneatingsharks.com/). And very much less so in Southern California. What are the chances that this should happen a few days before I plan on learning how to surf a shortboard? (normally-1,000,000,000 to 1) but with my luck more like 1.5 to 1.
Except he wasn't eaten, his legs were shredded, not eaten. Why didn't he get eaten? The answer is here: http://library.thinkquest.org/3935/SHARKS.HTM
Apparently great whites like to sneak up and bite down on thier prey, then leave for a bit waiting for their prey to weaken, then they come back and eat them. But strangely, great whites rarely eat humans when they come back for them?
Don't sharks like to eat humans? They eat seals... Maybe we are too bony? Or they know that red meat is fatty? Especially Americans? (Are humans red meat?) But this guy was a 66 year old triathalete, no fat there...
But if you are worried about sharks, swim with a dolphin. They've been known to deter sharks and even beat on them by ramming them (although never a great white). This story is famous: http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/1/story.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=3613343
Oh well I'm going surfing anyway. I'm a bit afraid of sharks, but I think big cats are worse. Lions and tigers are awesome--and freak me out. At the worst, I'll be the first Cache Vallite ever ended by a shark attack, which is a distinguished, albeit, disappointing finish to an otherwise fantastic life thus far.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
She's gone
Unbelievable,
We've been through a lot together these past four years. She'd hoped to see me through law school and we'd agreed that she'd work the whole time to support me until we reached our goal... and she did, almost.
I remember the first day I saw her. It was back in Utah during the spring of my senior year in college. Back then, unlike now, I could afford to be picky and had many options. There were many that looked like her, but none exactly the same. She was smart, quick and introduced me to numberless jokes and pleasant distractions. She was a good traveller, and accompanied me on quite a few adventures. And she was warm. I knew all of her buttons...and sometimes couldn't resist gently pressing them...Usually, with a bit of hesitation, she'd let me turn her on.
When we first met, she warmed up to me immediately, and truly, we worked well together. Even now I remembern the deep blue of her gaze as we sat face to face for the first time, that same beautiful sky palour that looked upon me before she left...
For four long years, come rain or shine, she always had my back (or was riding it). Sometimes I told her that I thought perhaps she was a bit too big and heavy, but she always ignored it with a good natured silence. She understood me.
She could sing too. Oh yeah, I loved to hear her sing. I'd download a bunch of my favorite songs from the internet show them to her and then ask her to try them...and usually she could, always in perfect tune.
I didn't realize how much I depended on her, confided in her and how much of each day I'd spent with her until it was too late...
She went quickly. I never even saw it coming. I guess that's normal--I mean, if I'd have known something was wrong I would have tried to correct it or fix it somehow, perhaps change my behavior--whatever it took. But sometimes life blindsides you. And it always does it with the important things. Like her.
We had just finished our morning class together. Like always, she'd been taking notes dutifully and then suddenly, in front of everyone, she froze-- Just up and froze and became eerily quiet, then she turned blue--- that same sweet sky blue I looked into the first time we'd met--- which I found out later is a fatal sign...
She never got to see me finish what we'd started together--law school. Two weeks before our last finals and a month before graduation...merely four months from taking the bar, her heart gave way and she died.
And now I have no idea how I'm going to come up with a replacement computer.
We've been through a lot together these past four years. She'd hoped to see me through law school and we'd agreed that she'd work the whole time to support me until we reached our goal... and she did, almost.
I remember the first day I saw her. It was back in Utah during the spring of my senior year in college. Back then, unlike now, I could afford to be picky and had many options. There were many that looked like her, but none exactly the same. She was smart, quick and introduced me to numberless jokes and pleasant distractions. She was a good traveller, and accompanied me on quite a few adventures. And she was warm. I knew all of her buttons...and sometimes couldn't resist gently pressing them...Usually, with a bit of hesitation, she'd let me turn her on.
When we first met, she warmed up to me immediately, and truly, we worked well together. Even now I remembern the deep blue of her gaze as we sat face to face for the first time, that same beautiful sky palour that looked upon me before she left...
For four long years, come rain or shine, she always had my back (or was riding it). Sometimes I told her that I thought perhaps she was a bit too big and heavy, but she always ignored it with a good natured silence. She understood me.
She could sing too. Oh yeah, I loved to hear her sing. I'd download a bunch of my favorite songs from the internet show them to her and then ask her to try them...and usually she could, always in perfect tune.
I didn't realize how much I depended on her, confided in her and how much of each day I'd spent with her until it was too late...
She went quickly. I never even saw it coming. I guess that's normal--I mean, if I'd have known something was wrong I would have tried to correct it or fix it somehow, perhaps change my behavior--whatever it took. But sometimes life blindsides you. And it always does it with the important things. Like her.
We had just finished our morning class together. Like always, she'd been taking notes dutifully and then suddenly, in front of everyone, she froze-- Just up and froze and became eerily quiet, then she turned blue--- that same sweet sky blue I looked into the first time we'd met--- which I found out later is a fatal sign...
She never got to see me finish what we'd started together--law school. Two weeks before our last finals and a month before graduation...merely four months from taking the bar, her heart gave way and she died.
And now I have no idea how I'm going to come up with a replacement computer.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
It shouldn't be this hard.
Sam watching a criminal trial:
Attorney (speaking to a lovely 24 year old brunette, who is a witness for a trial regarding a bar fight and beating in a dark alley),
"Alright, just so you know how this goes, I'm going to ask you some questions that you may answer with either a "yes" or a "no" or a "I don't know". Do you understand?"
Witness brunette nods her head.
Attorney, "But see that lady in front of you on the typewriter? She is going to write down everything I say, as well as your answers. So you have to answer out loud with a clear "yes" or a "no" so she can record it. Shaking or nodding your head will not be enough. Do you understand?"
Brunette again nods her head.
Attorney takes deep breath; "Uh, yes or no? Do you understand?"
Brunette nods her head again.
Attorney just looks at her, then to the judge, who is smiling and shrugs his shoulders.
Attorney, "Ok, fine. Are you blonde?"
Brunette cocks her head to one side and begins to shake it as she says, "uh uh."
C'mon people.
Attorney (speaking to a lovely 24 year old brunette, who is a witness for a trial regarding a bar fight and beating in a dark alley),
"Alright, just so you know how this goes, I'm going to ask you some questions that you may answer with either a "yes" or a "no" or a "I don't know". Do you understand?"
Witness brunette nods her head.
Attorney, "But see that lady in front of you on the typewriter? She is going to write down everything I say, as well as your answers. So you have to answer out loud with a clear "yes" or a "no" so she can record it. Shaking or nodding your head will not be enough. Do you understand?"
Brunette again nods her head.
Attorney takes deep breath; "Uh, yes or no? Do you understand?"
Brunette nods her head again.
Attorney just looks at her, then to the judge, who is smiling and shrugs his shoulders.
Attorney, "Ok, fine. Are you blonde?"
Brunette cocks her head to one side and begins to shake it as she says, "uh uh."
C'mon people.
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