Sharks vs LA Kings (2-3 loss)

The Sharks lost in a shootout to the LA Kings, last night.  But it was quite a contest.  I really thought that they’d pull it off, but it seemed like they were getting worn down as the game reached the last few minutes.  They just couldn’t hold the puck in the offensive zone and were scrambling in their own end.

On the plus side, Roxie watched the overtime and shootout with me.  She sat on my shoulders for the shootout and she loved it.  We cheered for the Sharks as they made a valiant effort.  Bummer.  Would have been nice to get 5 in a row.

Wingnuts: How the Lunatic Fringe is Hijacking America

Just finished John Avlon’s book, “Wingnuts: How the Lunatic Fringe is Hijacking America”.  This was a terrific book and it spoke to my constant tendency to be suspicious of the fringes of talk radio, news, and political politics.  I think that the author may have leaned this book slightly to the left (70 percent of the time, I’d say that his criticisms were pointed at the right, but he spent some quality time leveling a lot of the imbalances that also happen (just as frequently) on the left.  At the end of the book, more books are recommended, which I may have to look into.

His closing with George Washington’s words are perfect.  Read them and see if he (Washington) wasn’t ahead of his time.

The story we tell ourselves…

Went to lunch with my friend (and boss) and learned a little about something that he considers an epiphany in his life- “The story we tell ourselves”.  This all relates to how easily we take offense or what we tell ourselves about others who have offended us.

The gist of it is, that, if I am offended or angry, it’s my fault (btw, generally, I hate hearing about this kind of thing).  The reason that this is, is because I can calm myself down immediately by changing the story I tell myself.  So instead of spending time being furious with everyone on the road, because they are <deleted> and <edited>, I can tell myself that it’s possible that the reason I was, for instance, cut off, is because the guy who did so just received bad news about a family member or just flat out wasn’t paying attention.

Only a couple of weeks ago, I accidentally cut someone off on I-15 on my daily commute.  It surprised me (because I generally call myself a good driver) and I felt horrible.  I had just become That Guy.  I raced up to the person I’d cut off (if you want to tell me that my racing up to him was a stupid thing to do, let’s take that offline) and with very clear gestures, apologized.  He seemed to appreciate that and we both went on our way (also I was much more careful about my lane-changes, after that).

Talk to the Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness of the World Today, or Six Good Reasons to Stay Home and Bolt the Door, by Lynne Truss

This, like its predecessor, “Eats, Shoots and Leaves”, continues its attack on the insanity that is society and its foibles.  In “Eats, Shoots and Leaves”, Lynn went after poor spelling and grammar.  In Talk to the Hand, she takes on poor manners, politeness and what is ok and not ok while on the cell phone.  I loved it.  If you like it too, you will, also.

The War for Late Night, by Bill Carter

Today, I finished “The War for Late Night”, by Bill Carter.  In it, the history of The Tonight Show, along with its hosts and competitors, is chronicled.  An avid Conan fan, I read it, starting with a sure bias toward Conan.  By the time I finished this book, I still remain a loyal Conan fan.  But now I also feel that much of what has happened over the last three years in late night television has been a huge misunderstanding.  Great read.

Readmitted or not?

I have received an email from my advisor at UVU, who told me that he’s removed my hold and that I’ve been readmitted.  However, when I go to register for a class, I am not able to do so, because it shows that I have a hold on my UVU account…investigating…

Just got off of the phone with UVU, where I was told that they are no longer accepting students for the Spring semester.  So I am relegated to attend the Summer semester.  Bummer.  I wanted to strike while the iron is hot…