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An Ode to Flu, Flew and Flue

8 Dec

They say I have the flu. I don’t think that’s the case, but what do I know? I know that I have felt like crap for most of the week. Thankfully, I am coming out of this funk and decided to celebrate by writing a post in honor of the flu, or flew, or flue.

Antony Flew was a British philosopher who started out as an atheist and ended up as a deist.

At some point, he must have been right.

At some point, he must have been right.

Swine Flu has broken out several times in American history, most notably in 1918.

The European secret weapon against Native Americans.

The European secret weapon against Native Americans.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest is the story of a criminal who goes into a mental institution and doesn’t come out.

But, Cheif escaped, which is fitting since his people were almost wiped out by the swine flu.

But, Chief escaped, which is fitting since his people were almost wiped out by the swine flu.

A flue is a pipe that allows exhaust gases to escape a building and hit the open air.

Otherwise known as a vent.

Otherwise known as a vent.

www.justflewthecoop.com is a blog by Jesse. Honestly, I don’t know much about the blog because I found it while looking up flu, flew and flue.

This picture has nothing to do with the blog, but it makes me laugh for some reason.

This picture has nothing to do with the blog, but it makes me laugh for some reason.

There you have it, a post about flu, flew and flue. If flu germs come near you I hope they fly out the flue because they suck.

Knowledge Trainer

5 Dec

I am addicted to my iPhone. Of course, this isn’t an isolated problem that affects only me. People are constantly looking at the things. They do it in class. They do it in meetings. They do it in restaurants. In a totally overlooked hazard, they do it while walking. Most of this time is spent on Facebook or Twitter or some other form of nonsense.

Fortunately, I have found a new iPhone addiction that actually teaches me something. It is a trivia app called Knowledge Trainer.

Play with this app and your brain will turn yellow.

Play with this app and your brain will turn yellow.

It’s a basic trivia question game with a twist. Each lesson has ten questions, but they are within different levels of difficulty. It starts at Level 1. If you get it right, then the next question jumps to Level 2. Correct answers bump up the level, and wrong answers bring down the level. The tougher levels bring higher points. Simple, right?

At the moment, I am on Lesson 271 and have reached the Expert category, but that doesn’t mean that I have mastered all of the subjects. My strongest categories are History (66%), Film (65%) and Sports (64%). My weakest categories are Science (45%), Arts & Letters (50%) and Miscellaneous (51%). In the middle are Social Science (60%), Music (56%), Technology (56%) and Geography (54%).

My average Knowledge Quotient is 190.1 with my highest Knowledge Quotient score at 450.2.

There are also national rankings that I find interesting. This ranks the states by the average scores within their borders. The Top 10 are:

Wyoming (117)

Delaware (113)

Montana (112)

Idaho (111)

Iowa (109

Nebraska (108)

Texas (108)

Illinois (107)

Alabama (106)

Oregon (106)

My state, Tennessee, has an average of 103.

The Bottom 10 are:

South Dakota (94)

Rhode Island (96)

Nevada (97)

Florida (97)

North Dakota (99)

Hawaii (100)

California (100)

Indiana (100)

Louisiana (100)

Arizona (102)

Anyway, it’s a pretty cool app. So, if you want to be addicted to something that doesn’t make you go completely brain-dead, then you may want to check out Knowledge Trainer.

Events of the Evening

30 Nov

This was going to be a simple evening. After work and a waxing, the plan was to head to my girlfriend’s house to decorate the Christmas tree. Work went well. The waxing went well, if slightly painful. Then, it was time for the fun to start. And, start it did.

First, I get a call from the fairgrounds. I am on the oversight committee, and a meeting had been called at the last-minute to discuss an upcoming event. Wait, it’s not really an upcoming event. It’s an event that we hope is upcoming. Right away, obstacles were being thrown into my path, but this one was easily handled. I didn’t go to the meeting.

Excitement abounds.

Excitement abounds.

The drive to her house was pleasant. It’s a winding road that goes through the countryside. The deer were not out yet, so there was not danger that I would run over a large animal. However, there was the danger that I would get caught behind a tractor, and that danger presented itself.

One of the hazards of living in the South.

One of the hazards of living in the South.

After some slow going, I made it to her house with the anticipation of eating good pizza and hanging good ornaments. Then, I heard the news. Her cousin, the hair stylist (in the old days they were called hair dressers), was coming over to work on my girlfriend’s hair. I decided to take a nap.

I’m not sure how long the nap lasted, but, for some reason, I dreamed that I was in an old timey beauty shop with women talking and those big hair dryers blowing. You know, the ones that women would sit under.

Take us to your leader.

Take us to your leader.

Anyway, I was awakened from this dream and told that it was time to get the pizza. At the pizza place, the guy was full of questions. My girlfriend lives in a really small town where everyone knows everyone else. He didn’t know me. After answering his questions satisfactorily, I was allowed to leave with the pizza.

When I got to the house, we scarfed the pizza down, and, with the hair far from being done, I hopped onto the iPad. Through the next couple of hours, I randomly went through the Internet and looked up the following:

The cast of Megaforce, a great 1980s movie starring Barry Bostwick

Yes, it is a flying motorcycle. Never say movies of the 80s were not classics.

Yes, it is a flying motorcycle. Never say movies of the 80s were not classics.

The farewell speech by Richard Nixon on the last day as president

His father had the poorest lemon farm in California.

His father had the poorest lemon farm in California.

The best songs of Eddie and the Cruisers

SPOILER: Eddie lives.

SPOILER: Eddie lives.

The previews for several episodes of The American Experience, with a special focus on George Armstrong Custer

During Custer's Last Stand, I don't think he was standing.

During Custer’s Last Stand, I don’t think he was standing.

The last speech given by Martin Luther King, Jr.

The night before his tragic assassination, Martin Luther King said that he had "seen the Promised Land".

The night before his tragic assassination, Martin Luther King said that he had “seen the Promised Land”.

There was more, but you get the point. I was all over the place. Then, my girlfriend brought her cousin into the room so I could tell her about Abraham Lincoln. We saw Lincoln last night, and my girlfriend didn’t understand why politicians were debating about outlawing slavery at the end of the Civil War when the war was being fought to end slavery.

I am not going to get into a big historical discussion here, but I had to explain that the Civil War was not as simple as many people have been taught.

I write all of that to write this: I went to my girlfriend’s house to decorate the tree, and we did everything but decorate the tree. After she got her hair colored, she spent the rest of the night fretting over how bad it looked. After filling my mind with Internet info, I was fretting over my head beginning to hurt.

In the end, we decided to go ahead and decorate the tree. We didn’t know when we would be able to do it again, and we knew that her daughter would be disappointed if we didn’t do what we had planned on.

Alternate Versions of My Image

14 Nov

Somewhere in the archives of Surrounded by Imbeciles is a post about Googling myself. It turns out that there are a lot of me’s in the hinterlands of the Internet. Since I can’t think of anything to write about, I decided to return to this theme and Google images of me.

Let’s see what alternate versions of me pop up.

Here’s the very first one. I hope that he is playing the theme song for The Benny Hill Show.

I wonder if birds ever crap on his shirt and cover up the turtles.

Yes, this is my car. I am the blue version of Thomas Magnum. My friend T.C. will be arriving in his Lifesaver-themed helicopter.

Is this what a history professor is supposed to look like?

Hey, I am multi-talented when it comes to instrumentation. First, a saxophone. Now, a guitar.

If I could only find a lead singer, then I would have an alternative me band. Hey, what do you know?

I’m pissed that I have to be on the radio. I was meant to be on television.

I know, the beard really makes a statement. I’m not sure what the statement is, but it makes it.

Me the sideways Hermit.

I know you aren’t looking at me because you are wondering what that thing is on the wall. Could it be a giant, multi-colored rendition of sperm?

There are hundreds of these out there, but I will stop. You guys have probably had enough. Besides, I may need to come back to this subject when I can’t think of anything else to write.

Questions of Great Importance

28 Oct

Why do Country artists sing about being Rock stars?

Elvis Presley – The King of Rock n Roll

Roy Acuff – The King of Country Music

Hint: You guys aren’t Rock stars.

Whatever happened to Gary Hart?

Yes, you mean more to me than being the president.

Why is it Hardee’s in the east and Carl’s Jr. in the West?

And, you thought the country was split between Red and Blue.

Who was the better fighter – Rocky Balboa, Apollo Creed or Clubber Lang?

Or, was it Drago?

Why do people believe that there is an invisible man in the sky?

This guy has been the reason for a lot of conflicts.

Who thought red light cameras were a good idea?

I’d better not run that yellow light, so I’ll just slam on my breaks and get hit in the ass.

How many bloggers are there?

I think there are more bloggers than people.

Alternate Versions of Me

19 Sep

I have often heard people say, “You should Google yourself and see what it says.” Apparently, a lot of people do this, so I decided to do it, too. Now, I have a simple name that is probably common. It not common like John Smith, but it’s not Engelbert Humperdink, either. With a decently common name, I found a lot of alternate versions of myself.

The first version is a singer who has a MySpace page. Heck, I didn’t even know MySpace still existed. Anyway, he has a list of songs that can be listened to. My favorite is a cover version of “He Ain’t Heavy”.

I don’t know, but I bet a metal kid is kind of heavy.

Another version of me is the executive director of the AIA chapter in New York. Apparently, it is an architecture thing because he is a registered architect.

I hope he designed this because it’s cool, and he has a cool name.

The next version is a lawyer in Sugar Land, Texas. This guy has a long resume filled with numerous awards and a long list of professional organizations. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer. I guess that would have made me an alternative version of myself.

On second thought, maybe they wanted me to have another job. I can’t remember.

There is also a version that is a State Farm agent in Chatfield, Minnesota. I know what you are thinking. That is the most exciting thing you have ever heard of.

Dressing up as a bear might make it more exciting.

Somewhere in the list of alternatives, I found the real me. There I am in all of my glory – historian, lecturer, member of the Rotary, a regular jack of all trades.

Overall, this Googling myself thing was a weird experience because it’s a little strange to read about people with the same name as me. I wonder if there would be an explosion if a couple of us ran into each other. I don’t know about that, but I know that I would hate to be named John Smith. Wait, I would hate to be named Engelbert Humperdink, too.

Viva La Blue Chairs

31 Aug

The blue chairs have returned. Last night, I received a message that something had happened, but I wasn’t sure until I walked into work this morning. Lo and behold, the chairs were in their rightful place. Revolutionaries had struck and undone the work of a so-called interior decorator.

Like many who have fought the establishment, the revolutionaries left their mark. Zorro had the Z. The anarchist in V for Vendettahad the V. The Blue Chair Gang left the upside down 4. Due to potential copyright infringement and further displays of the symbol, I will not reproduce the upside down 4. Just know that it is blue and looks like a stick figure chair.

This representation is as close to the symbol as I am willing to get.

Now that the revolution has begun, I am wondering what will happen next. Will there be a movement for more vending machines? Will there be demands for motion sensor lights that don’t go out during tests? Will people strap themselves to the frisbee golf baskets to protest the need for more holes?

Only time will tell, but one thing is certain. The blue chairs are back.

The Blue Chair Revolution

29 Aug

Several months ago, I wrote a post about the blue chairs outside of my office, and their popularity as a hangout spot. Last week, I returned to work to find the blue chairs missing, and I thought, “Uh oh, this is not good.” I discussed the issue with one of my history faculty cohorts, and he expressed the fear that I was imagining – the history students are going to revolt.

BRING BACK THE CHAIRS! BRING BACK THE CHAIRS!

The blue chairs were the foundation of the history department. This is where students studied. This is where students slept. This is where students formulated plans to get through their classes.

We knew that the students would be upset by the redecoration of their area, and it did not take long for them to voice their opposition. On the first day of school, I was bombarded with:

“Where are the chairs?”

“What happened to the chairs?”

“I hate these new chairs. You can’t sleep in them.”

“What’s up with this table? Do they expect us to put books on it?”

I am not certain, but I believe planning has begun to get the chairs back. They have been discovered in their new location, and I expect to see them in their rightful place any morning. No person pretending to be an interior decorator can mess with students of history.

VIVA LA BLUE CHAIRS!!!

Immortalized

23 Jul

It seems that I have been surrounded by immortals lately. Not real immortals, but the ones found in the pages of books. I just finished Blood Line by James Rollins, a book about a secret cabal performing experiments on humans to find a DNA secret to immortality. Currently, I am reading The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. This is the true story of cancer cells taken from a woman and how they have continued to thrive since the 1950s. The cells have been used to further numerous scientific advancements.

Obviously, the books are different. One fiction. One non-fiction. However, the both center around something that humanity has often dreamed about – immortality. The scientists goal in the Rollins book may seem fantastical, but scientists in the Skloot book were looking at prolonging life as well.

Through this reading, I have been reminded about a conversation I had with some students. We were hiking through New Mexico when I asked what superpower they would pick if they could. I chose invisibility. One chose the ability to fly like Superman. However, another chose immortality. My first thought was how cool that would be, but then I started thinking about the problems.

1. When you get that power, you had better have a non-aging policy.

2. What happens when the Earth is destroyed? I suppose by that time people will be traveling to other planets.

3. How do you handle the death of loved ones over and over and over?

This brings to mind one of my favorite movies, Highlander – the story of Connor MacLeod, an immortal who must fight other immortals until only one is left. What’s the prize for the winner? He has immortality taken away. There is even a great song by Queen called “Who Wants to Live Forever“. And, what does that song say?

Who wants to live forever when love must die?

People have always been fascinated by immortality. After all, that is what religion is about. The Greeks and Romans worshipped immortals. Modern religions look for life after death. However, religion is not the only place immortality resides. Vampires have become a major theme in popular culture, and they hang around until somebody sticks a stake in them. Even zombies offer a glimpse at immortality, or an undead version of it.

So, why has humanity always had immortality on the brain? There’s probably more than one answer. First, people don’t want to stop being. No one wants to die even though it’s going to happen to everyone. It’s like a horror movie. YOU WILL NOT GET OUT ALIVE!!!

Second, we don’t want to miss anything. At least, this is what I think about. What will the world be like after we are gone? I call it “future history”. We have this urge to know what’s going to happen. What will the world be like in 2100? Will it be like The Jetson’s or like The Planet of the Apes? And, I use those examples for a reason. We like futuristic movies because it gives us a glimpse of what things might be like after we are gone. Some, like Star Trek, are about a hopeful future. Others, like Blade Runner, are about a desolate future. It doesn’t matter which because we just need to know what’s going to happen.

I feel bad for what people have missed. My grandfather was a huge fan of the University of Tennessee, and he passed away on a Saturday morning in 1995. That night his team, led by Peyton Manning, beat Alabama 41-14. I kept thinking how I wished he could have seen that. The next few seasons were great ones for Tennessee, and they eventually won the national championship in 1998. All I could think of was that he was missing it. I wish he could have seen it, and I wish I could see all of the games of the future.

But, those wishes are impossible because immortality is impossible. And, if it was possible would we really want it? I don’t know, but I do know that there is an old saying – Be careful what you wish for because it may come true.

Blankety Blank

21 Jul

My mind is blank, and I can’t think of anything to write about. I have tried every prompt that comes to mind – checked my documents; clicked through Inspiro; surfed the television guide; et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. All of that, and my mind is blank.

Let’s see, I woke up this morning and looked at Twitter. As you probably know, it was filled with news of the shootings in Aurora, Colorado. I don’t know what to say about that, and whatever I write has probably already been written. Somehow, I feel that the more it and other tragedies are tweeted and televised – the more unreal they become. We read and watch with fascination more than horror. Perhaps, we have become too accustomed to such events, or we have become a “reality show” culture and watch true events the same way.

I didn’t turn on the news. Instead, I watched the Tour de France. Does that make me cold and uncaring? I’m not sure, but I really didn’t want to watch carnage.

After watching some cycling, I took a shower and logged into WordPress. I saw some interesting posts by the people who I follow and read a few. Soon, it was time to head for lunch.

I eat lunch every Friday with my dad, brother and some of our friends. Lunch is always in the backroom of Gondola Restaurant. As a result, we have come to be known as the Gondola Mafia. We talk about local issues, politics, economy, sports. It seems that we cover the same topics every week. In fact, I have been counting how many times I hear the same stories and complaints.

When lunch was over, I returned home and read The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, a great book that I started yesterday. I should be finished soon and will post about it. It is an amazing story that has impacted everyone reading these words.

I read while I waited for the delivery of a piece of furniture. I needed a new bedside table and got one earlier in the week. The store said it would be between 3:00 and 5:00. I was prepared to wait until 6:00, but they hit the middle at 4:00.

Eventually, I turned on the news and caught up on the events in Colorado. It is a tragedy, and I wish the information providers would show respect and let the police do their jobs instead of trying to be the first to know everything. On top of that, I am probably too cynical, but I am not comfortable watching the two guys running from president falling all over themselves in an attempt to show the country who could be the most sympathetic.

So, that was the extent of my day. Maybe, my mind is blank because I killed too many brain cells with a day full of blankness.