Friday, July 29, 2005

Why would foam damage a multi-billion dollar piece of aeronautical and space exploration?

I don't get it. Today, well actually last night, I had this thought and wondered Why? Yes this would be the 2nd of my Why entries.

We spend billions and billions of dollars researching and designing this wonderful Space Shuttle. It withstands the G-Forces and the vibrations of lift off. It gets pelted by space particles zooming by at light speed. It also withstands the extreme heat of re-entry. So why would a piece of foam damage it?

Thursday, July 28, 2005

First of hopefully several Why entries...

I just came home from the gym. While I was doing my weights and running on the treadmill I was thinking. The main thought on my mind was the lack of contributions I have made to the blog. I wanted to think of something I could post. Which that was about the time I noticed the Marlins game was on the TV. And I thought, Hey I bet people wonder why do the managers and coaches on the baseball team wear a uniform?

Well, I can tell you why. People joke that the reason why is because they want to play and are hoping to get their chance to take their turn at the plate. This is not true. The reason why the coaches have a uniform and a number is because they have to enter the playing field. The coaches in other sports do not ever enter the playing field. Substitutions, arguments, and calling the plays are all done from the sidelines. However, in baseball - the coaches do enter the playing field.

During a pitching change, the manager will walk out onto the field to make the change. Players in other sports just seem to enter the game while the players they are taking the place of exit. In Baseball, the coach can call timeout and come out to the mound to talk to his players. In the other sports, the players come back to the bench when time is called. If the manager does not agree with a call or wants the umpire to explain what just happend he is allowed to walk onto the field to ask. Notice how in the other sports the coach will throw his tantrum on the sideline.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

She's neither Puerto Rican, nor does she have the annoying voice.

A friend pointed out to me today that it had been a while since I posted to this blog. I had to think of something to write about so I asked Linda Richman from Coffee Talk with Linda Richman. She thought for a second then gave me a topic, "Your friend, she's neither Puerto Rican, nor does she have the annoying voice. Discuss."

She must be tired of hearing this. Her name was probably perfectly fine. Just like Michael Bolton from Office Space or anyone named Sabrina. They can live anonymously until someone with a similar name becomes famous or a witch. So to all of these regular folks out there having to endure yet more of the stupid jokes, I am sorry.

Can anyone guess my friend's name?

Sunday, July 24, 2005

All I want

All I want is a smart, cute girl, with a cute personality, who can ride a bike. I've found one once. Well, she wasn't that smart. Found another one, who didn't have that cute of a personality but she made up for it in so many other ways. Found one who was a genius, and cute, and cute personality but didn't know how to ride a bike.

Right now, I'd be happy with just someone who could ride bike.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

It took a whole minute...

I jumped on the bike and headed towards the trail entrance. Since last week's ride was so incredible I decided to tackle a trail I haven't done in many many years. I climbed the first hill of Strangler Fig. I rolled over the roots and down the hill. I then attempted to climb the second hill when I heard it and I knew it wasn't good.

There is a noise that no one really wants to hear when you are riding anything with gears. If you have a car, especially a stick shift car, you know exactly the noise I am referring to. It's that sound of metal on metal, grinding. You hear that noise and you think to yourself, "Oh that can't be good." It means your gears skipped, the teeth jumped off, the chain slipped. It's especially bad when you continue to hear the noise as you pedal. And yes, I kept hearing it.

I changed gears, up and down. Nothing. All I heard was the cranking and the grinding. It took all of one minute for my bike to break. Yes I was frustrated. Yes I was pissed. Yes I had managed to bend 3rd gear. And yes I plan on riding tomorrow. I took the bike to the shop and they were able to fix the rear cassette (that's the set of cogs or gears on the back wheel). It probably took you a minute to read this post. In this time, I had already bent the 3rd gear and knew I had to head back to the car.

Famous Family

My mom showed me an ad in Oprah's Magazine. I was like, "Is that Martincito???" Martincito is sort of a cousin of mine. If I get this right, his mom is cousin's with my mom. His real name is Martin Amado. He's done random local TV commercials, made appearances here and there on local TV, and even has a stint on WSVN 7 News. It's all been local. I just thought it was an ad for something local.

Then I noticed what the ad was for. In the lower right corner of the ad is an HGTV logo! Yes, HGTV! I am like wait a minute! This is national. Awesome I thought. Good for him. The name of his new show is Small Space, Big Style.

I got curious and Google'd him. The first link in the search results was www.martinamado.com. I checked out his site and learned he has done more than what I have seen. And that he is "for hire" in the designing a room department. So guess what? I am thinking I should be contacting him to hook a cousin up with the decorating of my new apartment.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

She said she was hairy

She told me a couple times she was hairy. Today it hit me, and I thought, "Just how hairy could she have been?"

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Diane is Wonderful!

Yes, a second entry referring to Diane in as many nights. But I have to give her my praise, my thanks, and my gratitude. We love Diane. Diane is wonderful.

She introduced me a while ago to Clipomatic. I used the program for the first time tonight while working as a consultant. It took what would have been a 5 hour tedious task of repetitive copy and paste to a 1 hour breezy walk through the park. I don't think she has any idea just how big of a hug I want to give her right now! MUAH! MUAH! MUAH!

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

A spot on my couch for Diane

Many things have been said and noted about Diane's pull out sofa bed. It's been home to me a handful of times and has welcomed my drunken ass with open arms. Each time I have passed out on that sofa bed I have been more than greatful for having such a caring friend as Diane that won't allow me to make the hour drive home in the state I am in.

Enough about her sofa. It's time to maybe speak of my sofa. My sofa does not exist just yet so the jury is still out on how comfy it will be. And it may not be until September when my sofa does materialize. I hope it is comfy and cushiony. However, this sofa will welcome Diane just as her sofa has done to me. And when it's time to purchase this sofa, I will be thinking about Diane and making sure that the Princess will feel at home on it.

Maybe Diane will come party down in Miami in September and help me christen the new apartment. Yes, you read that right. Today I went to see a 1 bedroom apartment behind Dadeland Mall. 630 sq ft, $765 a month. It is not as nice as Diane's place but it is in a GREAT location. My credit and background checks have been put in motion. I cannot wait until I can move in!!

Monday, July 18, 2005

13.5 Seconds

This is about NASCAR so I'll keep it short since I know no one will admit to being a fan even though it is behind only football in popularity. No one hardly gives credit to the crew members in NASCAR. Most fans think the driver is the only member of the team. But yes, NASCAR is a team sport. Pit crew members risk their lives every time they jump over that wall to pit the car. These 7 members of the pit crew basically perform a ballet every time the car pits with cars zipping past them at 55 mph while they carry a 60 pound tire or a 25 pound jack. Two tire carriers, two tire changers, a jackman, gas man, and the catch can man make up the team.

It is amazing to see how the same tire will pass through two or three different sets of hands. How it's all perfectly timed. 5 lug nuts come off, the jack man lifts the car, tire carriers are there, tires come on, 5 lug nuts on and jackman lowers the car. Then run around to the other side, not forgetting to bring the old tires back, and do the same thing all over again. While all of this is going on, the gas man is trying to fill the 20 gallon tank as fast as he can. The catch can man has to catch any fuel overflow. This coordinated dance has to happen in under 13.5 seconds. Each second the car is in the pit is about 100 feet on the track. If you can get the car out in under 12 seconds you may have just picked up 2 or 3 spots and put your driver in a very good position.

The next time you are near a TV that happens to have a NASCAR race on and you see a caution flag come out (Yes, the yellow flag) pause and take a moment to watch. You will see controlled chaos as the field of cars enters pit road, criss-crossing, crew members trying not to get hit by the cars, and 14 seconds later its all over. Pay special attention to the front tire and you will see what I mean as it changes hands from one crew member to the other. And if you are lucky to make it to a race one day then be sure to bring along a scanner so you can hear the sounds from the pit.

Ok so maybe that wasn't that short of an entry. I want to continue writing but I am sure no one has read this far down.