The Evolution of Dance
Saturday, May 27th, 2006Check out all those moves you forgot you once knew, from junior high and high school.
Parachute pants are optional.
Check out all those moves you forgot you once knew, from junior high and high school.
Parachute pants are optional.
I’m worried that the universe will soon need replacing. It’s not holding a charge.
- Edward Chilton
This video on YouTube highlights some way-cool prototypes from Philips.
I’m not sure if I need a flat-screen tv to move around my wall, but the stuff in general is just “cool.”
Dorm rooms will never be the same if the lights ever make it into production.
You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.
Information Architecture. Maybe you bought, but have not read the Polar Bear Book, or maybe you have read it, but you want to learn more, from folks in the field. Check out this list of resources from a practicing IA, who also teaches it.
Flickr, YouTube, MySpace, Friendster, Facebook, etc…the social networking world seems to just grow and grow.
AOL is hopping on the band wagon with two new sites:
AOL UnCut - AOL’s answer to YouTube, but without the cool.
AIM Pages - MySpace, meet the place where your members’ parents will go and network, or at least think they’re networking.
Our youngest turns 6 years old today. Holy crap (”Dad, that’s a bad word!”), use every cliche, but it’s true that time flies.
I vividly recall our youngest doing her best to get stuck under the futon, as she would back herself up, like an inch worm in reverse, pick up her head, and then get this perplexed look on her face…”Hey, what the heck is that above me? Somebody let me outta here.”
With her in kindergarten, last night was all about making some birthday treats to take to school today. We whipped up some rice krispies treats, but added some fruit loops to the mix, to “jazz” them up. Yum yum yum.
Birthday dinner consisted of her favorite Chinese food, chicken with broccoli.
Some favorite lines of hers, leading up to her birthday:
Sunday evening, hollered from upstairs, just prior to bed:
“Daddy, do you know what you’re getting me for my birthday?”
“Maybe”
“Okay, don’t tell me. I want it to be a surprise. And please make sure you wrap the presents.”
Monday at gymnastics, prior to heading into her class, in one long
breath:
“Daddy, can you make sure mom and sister talk about what they’re going to get me? And can you put the presents in my room, while I’m sleeping, so when I wake up, I’ll feel presents when I get out of bed and know it’s my birthday?”
Yesterday morning:
“Have you and mom talked about what you’re getting me? Who is going to get the presents?”
“Maybe we already bought them.”
“I’m not sure I believe you…”
We’re looking at re-makes, sequels, and do-overs, going forward, from Hollywood.
No new scripts. The creative juices have stopped flowing.
What makes me think that? It’s not me, it’s the recent announcement from Hollywood.
A Knight Rider movie is in the works…
Enjoy those DVDs.
Two games today, so a fun, busy morning for us all.
First up, the second graders won their game 4-1. Today was Science Olympiad day at a local middle school, so some teams were missing players. One was clearly our opponent, starting the game with 6 players (we play 7 v 7), but they had two more girls show up just after the game started.
They had one really tough, quick girl, but because she barely got a rest, the gas ran out early in the second half.
The game started at 9:30 and it was on the cold side, even with the sun, and my oldest isn’t much of a morning person. It showed, as she pained herself through a busy and quick first quarter. She came off the field telling me “my lungs are burning.” She would prefer that all soccer games began at 2 p.m., allowing plenty of time for breakfast, Saturday morning cartoons, and for her legs to wake up.
This was our first win, evening the record at 1-1-1.
The kindergarten team played right after the second graders, and they also won, 5-0.
Our youngest daughter punched in the last goal, followed by the horribly cute pumping of the fists and big smiles for the parents on the sidelines.
My wife and I try to reinforce the ideas of winning and losing with grace, so that the team doesn’t gloat when we’re doing really well nor does the team sulk when we lose.
‘m not the type of parent who believes in “there are no losers, only winners” because that’s not realistic. Kids have to learn to deal with not always being on top, the best, etc. so they can cope with similar feelings and situations when they’re adults.
So I was torn, a bit, when I heard the opposing coach chastise our girls with a “quit celebrating and line-up, we’re trying to play a game…” after the last goal was scored.
I understood his frustration; he wanted his team to do well, but by no stretch of the imagination were our girls being rude. They’re 5 and 6 years old and they were excited to score and do well as a team.
The jackass in me wanted to mention something after the game, about what he said, but I probably would have let something slip along the lines of “It must suck to get it handed to you like that…”
I kept my mouth shut, we all shook hands, and enjoyed post-game snack.