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September 12 of 12

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I was so tired last night I didn’t get a chance to post my 12 of 12 before I went to bed, as I like to do.  Here it is, a few hours late.

6:19 AM – The alarm had already been going off for 4 minutes.  Ouch.

6:24 AM – The parking garage on the first floor my building.  Oreo’s leading the way to the pet area.

6:55 AM – My clothes are waiting for me after my shower.  And yes, I did set them aside the night before, undershirt and all.

7:29 AM – My breakfast this morning.

7:45 AM – Making sure the playlist is complete for classes today.  Mozart?  check.  Sousa?  Check.  All-American Rejects?  Check.  Busta Rhymes?  Check.

11:45 AM – I head over to the convenience store adjacent to the Dept. of Music to grab some lunch before my office hour.  I decide to give Senor Miguel a try.  That was a mistake.  I should have known better.

12:15 PM – While waiting for a student (who never showed) during my office hour, I unload my bag and discover that I’ve a lot of grading to do this weekend.  A lot.

3:05 PM – Locking up my office, as I complete my first full week of classes (last week was only three days).  (P.S. You know it’s my office: amidst Red Sox Nation, it’s the only one with Cubs logos adorning the window.  Go CUBS!)

3:40 PM – I live only 2.0 miles from school, yet my commute averages about 25 minutes, no thanks to the Rourke Bridge, which I have to cross to get to and from school.  Essentially, three lanes bottleneck into one, then branch out again into three.  Here, I need to make a right, and would be able to if the jerk in front of me, who needs to make a left, would have gotten over to the left lane.  Moron.

4:07 PM – There’s a Dunkin’ Donuts right across the street from my apartment, and since Senor Miguel’s breakfast “burrito” didn’t do much for me, I decide to grab a sausage, egg, and cheese bagel.  This was not a mistake.

8:47 PM – Despite the mountain of papers I have to grade, I decide to take the night off because I’m utterly exhausted.  So, I play a little MarioKart Wii.  I won a few gold trophies in the 150cc league.  My only loss in this cup was due to a fluke pass right at the end, after I dominated the entire race up ’til that point.  Stupid spiny shells.

12:26 AM – I spend the rest of the night watching The Karate Kid and The Karate Kid Part II on AMC.  Oreo and I are in and out of consciousness pretty much the whole evening.  Man, my dog is cute.  Too cute.

One Week

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My “grown-up” life as a full-fledged faculty member of UML has carried on now for a week and I can safely say that life is good.  I’ve got a pretty cushy schedule, only teaching Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings at 8, 9, and 10.  When I first learned of my schedule, I was excited at the prospect of being “at work” only three days a week.  But as I soon found out, that’s not quite the case, as there are meetings and receptions and convocations and recitals scheduled throughout the week at all times of the day.  Also challenging about this schedule is the fact that I’m teaching three classes back-to-back-to-back, so I’ve got to be prepared with my lesson plans the night before as there’s no time between classes to plan for the next.  True, it’s only three hours of classroom time, but it’s three hours straight.  Being in front of 30 undergrads for that much time with no break is exhausting.  Add to that the fact that the copy center isn’t open before 8:30, so I’ve got to plan way ahead if I want to give a quiz or make a handout.

All in all, however, the job is great so far.  I know it’s still early, and I know that there will be days that don’t go well or weeks that are jam packed with extra-classroom events.  But the way I see it, until those days and weeks get here, I’m going to enjoy my free time while I still have some.

One monthaversary

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It’s official: I am now a full-fledged resident of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.  I know, I know.  I’ve been living here a month now (I still can’t believe I live here, by the way), but it all became “official” last week, when the last vestige of my life in Florida went by the wayside: I got Massachusetts license plates.  I’ve discovered many things about this portion of the country, some good, some not-so-good.  My last entry was about the things I’ll miss about Tallahassee.  And sure enough, those all still hold true.   But rather than dwell on the negative of no longer being in a place I liked, I thought I’d make a list of the stuff that has impressed me about Lowell and the surrounding area.  Here goes:

1. The weather at this time of year is absolutely gorgeous.  I mean, for the last two weeks, it’s just been stunning.  Highs maxing out in the low 80’s (and by low 80’s, I’m talking 80, 81 tops.), bright sunshine, clear skies, light breezes.  And I live right on the Merrimac River, so it’s a pleasure walking Oreo (except that she still gets a bit crazy when other pets are around).  I know it’s only a matter of time before the weather gets miserable, so I’ll take as many perfect days  as I can get before Old Man Winter dumps all over the place.

2. I absolutely love my new apartment.  It’s bright and clean and spacious, thereby making me more fastidious about keeping it up.  I haven’t left dishes in the sink, I make my bed on a daily basis, and have been pretty good about not letting clutter build up.  Hopefully it keeps up once the school year starts.  Plus, I have a little balcony so I can enjoy the nice weather even more.

3. I have ready access to a major city (Boston) and its airport (Logan International).  Now, don’t get me wrong: I loved Tally’s airport and it’s ultra-low stress level, but it’s nice having travel options and seeing affordable flight prices out of an airport that’s less than an hour away.  Plus, I have access to Manchester’s Regional Airport, too, which gives me even more options.

4. I live two miles from school.  Literally.  My commute takes 10 minutes, tops, and that’s only because I have to deal with traffic crossing the Rourke Bridge.

5. The view from my UML office is great.  I’m on the fourth floor of the Fine Arts building, on the side that overlooks the Merrimac.  Here’s what I see when I look out the window:

6. The drive up to Nashua, NH (where I do a lot of my shopping) is scenic and low-stress.  It follows the Merrimac for the majority of the tree-lined 7-mile ride.  It’s going to be beautiful in the fall with all the leaves changing colors, and even in the early winter, with a light snowfall filtering through the canopy.

7. Since this area is so old, the streets are not organized very well (read: no grid and poor city planning), which can be interminably frustrating.  But instead of looking at it negatively, I’ve tried to see it as a challenge to learn a new part of the country.  I got to know Houston because I lived there for so long.  Chicago was very easy to get a handle on because the city is on a grid.  Tally was small enough that it didn’t take very long to know my way around.  Lowell is small, too, but the city’s one giant spaghetti bowl.  Learning my new digs will take some time, but the way I see it, if I can learn this place, I can get along anywhere.

It’s only been a month.  That month, however, has gone by rather quickly, and time is sure to fly once the school year gets rolling.  I can’t wait to discover more about Lowell and Boston and New England in general.

Simply amazing

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It’s unfathomable to me that Michael Phelps even attempted to match Mark Spitz’s record of seven gold medals in a single Games, much less actually did it.  But what is even more impressive is HOW Phelps achieved the milestone, out-touching the silver medalist by 0.01 seconds.  That’s faster than a blink of an eye…literally.  I was on the edge of my seat for the duration of the brief race, cheering on Phelps from the starting horn to the final touch.  Admittedly, I thought he’d finish second, especially with about 35 meters to go.  But, amazingly, he made up the difference in the last 20 meters, in similar fashion to Lezak’s unforgettable rally in the 4x100m freestyle relay.  The split second before NBC flashed the names of the top three finishers felt like an eternity.  When I finally saw the “1” next to Phelps name, my jaw dropped in utter disbelief.  “I can’t believe he did it,” I thought.  I got chills as I watched him cheer his accomplishment, and even have chills as I type this blog.  The way I see it, an ending like that–a victory by the slimmest of margins while competing for an Olympic gold medal, with the world watching, and history waiting to be re-written–could not have been scripted any better.  It’s the stuff of legend.  It’s the reason the Olympics are so special.  It’s why we gather around our televisions every four years to see who pulls off the next amazing athletic feat.  It’s reality TV at its very best.

Congratulations, Michael Phelps.  You are simply amazing.

Top 10 things I’ll miss about Tallahassee

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My moving trailer arrived Wednesday, so it’s been a packing/loading fest since then.  My mom came into town help and has done a wonderful job.  With the apartment slowly, but surely, emptying, the upcoming to Lowell is, as Marty puts it, “gettin’ real.”  Really real.  I almost can’t believe it.  I’m packing up my computer in a few minutes, so I thought that my last entry as a Florida resident would a Top 10 list.  I’ve spent five good years in Tallahassee, so here are the Top 10 things I’ll miss about The ‘Heez (in no particular order).

1. The ranch dressing at The 4th Quarter.  Ranch dressing is just good in general, but the stuff at The 4th Quarter bar and grill is just something else entirely.

2. FSU.  I met a lot of great people at Florida State and made some really really good friends through the school.  Thanks, everyone.

3. Living costs.  As I quickly discovered, Lowell’s cost of living is dramatically higher than Tallahassee’s, so much so that my apartment in Massachusetts is going to cost me double what I’m paying in Florida.  Ouch.

4. The weather.  I hate the hot oppressive summer temperatures, but I will miss those lovely February days when the mercury hits 73.

5. The sports.  I’m a pro sports guy, but FSU is the first sports school that I’ve attended and it was great.  Gathering at Doak Campbell Stadium with 84,000 other fans was an experience I’ll miss dearly.

6. The hotties.  Tallahassee has an inordinate amount of very attractive people.  I mean, hott with two t’s.  In fact, I’d say the attractive-ness quotient is as high in Tally as it is low in Lowell (how ’bout that).  I guess the good news is that I won’t feel so bad at the gym.

7. The cheap drinking.  $1.75 draft beer for happy hour…how can you beat that?

8. The dog park.  Oreo liked running around unfettered with the other pups at Tom Brown.  Fortunately, Lowell just opened up the city’s first official dog park, so I’m hoping it’ll be a good one.

9. The proximity.  Everything essential is 15 minutes away, tops.

10. The food.  For a city of it’s size, there is a surprisingly high number of good restaurants.

Well, that’s all from Tallahassee, FL.  Another chapter ends, with one waiting to begin in Lowell.  I’m going to miss Tally for sure, but the way I see it, I’m moving on to bigger and better things.

The Dark Knight

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(Don’t worry: no spoilers here.  Just my not-so-humble opinions.)

The Dark Knight was the movie I most anticipated this summer.  I loved 2005’s Batman Begins, with its dark, edgy tone that gave the movie a sense of realism and poignancy not seen in previous screen adaptations of the Caped Crusader.  Up to and including today, I read numerous newspaper and magazine reviews, and watched various “first look” and “making-of” featurettes on Christopher Nolan’s second attempt at Bob Kane’s comic creation, trying to get as much information as I could about the movie.  This was probably not the best way to go into such a hotly anticipated film, but I’m a Batman fan, so I was going to read/watch any and all scoop I could find.  And after seeing the film today, I can safely say that it lives up to the hype.  It’s not a perfect movie, but it’s good.  Really good.

First, the not-so-good stuff.  It’s long.  With previews and all the pre-film stuff, prepare to spend almost three hours in your seat.  Just when I thought the movie was wrapping up, it got going again, making it feel almost like two movies in one.  I did think to myself, “Man, this is long;” yet, I can’t see how any part could have been left out.  In short, there was a lot to take in.  Also, some of the dialogue at the end was not the greatest.  Granted, it’s a movie derived from a comic book, so some cheesiness is expected.  Perhaps it was a combination of the writing and the delivery that bogged it down.  Plus, at that point the movie had to end.  The dénouement was quick and rather sudden, but it had to be, due to the sheer length of the entire movie.

OK, enough of the criticisms.  Now for the good stuff.  God bless Christopher Nolan’s independence from CGI (Hey, George Lucas: take notes.  Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should!).  The stunts and action sequences in this film are amazing.  The scene with the 18-wheeler will blow you away: it looks real because they actually performed that stunt in the streets of Chicago using some good old-fashioned explosives, cables, and some really dedicated drivers and stuntmen.  And speaking of Chicago, the cinematography was outstanding.  This rendition of Batman was on a scale previously unseen in the franchise.  Gotham City is supposed to be the biggest and greatest city in the world, and The Dark Knight made it look just that.  The wide, sweeping shots of Chicago and the use of light and shade were superb, giving grandeur and scope to Gotham.  And that shot in the preview (also in the film) of Batman atop a skyscraper is actually Christian Bale standing on the Sears Tower, making the city look even more sprawling.

Enough can’t be said for Heath Ledger’s performance as the demented Joker.  I loved Jack Nicholson’s portrayal in 1989’s Batman, and comparisons inevitably will arise between the two.  But I think that’s unfair, primarily because the tones of the two movies are very different.  I have to admit that when I heard the news that Nolan chose Ledger to play such an iconic villain, I was skeptical.  “Why are they doing the Joker again?  How can someone possibly live up to the precedent that Jack set?” I thought.  Well, in my estimation, Ledger just set a precedent of his own.  His depiction of the Joker fit perfectly with Nolan’s vision and the dark, brooding, realistic tone of established in Batman Begins and further developed in The Dark Knight, just as Nicholson’s Joker fit perfectly with Tim Burton’s serious, but not-quite-real Batman (which I still love).  Ledger’s was an amazing performance: edgy, gritty, maniacal, yet not over-the-top or campy.  He’s just disturbing enough to make it believable.  (This is the setting I would have loved to see Jim Carrey play The Riddler, not the flashy bright-lights version Joel Schumacher directed in Batman Forever that sent the franchise spiraling down toward near-oblivion [not helped, of course, by the travesty known as Batman & Robin…ouch].)  I hope Ledger does receive some recognition for this role, not out of sympathy or pity or condolences, but because he earned it with the performance of a lifetime.

All in all, The Dark Knight was superbly done.  Well shot, well acted, well written, well directed.  I know Oscar voters aren’t kind to summer blockbusters, but the way I see it, this movie goes well beyond the standard formula of the usual blow ’em up action flick.  It’s intense, complex, unsettling, and easily the best summer movie I’ve seen this year (although Iron Man was pretty damn good, too).

July 12 of 12 (belated)

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I was out of town on the 12th, but managed to take pictures of the day.  Here’s my July 12 of 12, however belated.

1:21pm – We ate a late lunch that consisted of my dad’s adobo and sinigang (not pictured).  Yum.

1:53pm – After lunch, my dad started making leche flan for the party later that night.  Again: Yum.

1:55pm – While my dad was making the flans, I helped iron his shirt.  I’m so my father’s son it’s ridiculous.  Notice the new 2008 FSU football “Unconquered” t-shirt.  Go Seminoles!

2:15pm – Marty and I chilled on my dad’s couch and perused The Secret.  This book is, in a word, amazing.  And not in the good way.

3:17pm – Had to check on the Cubbies.  I logged on just in time to witness Marmol blow a 5-run lead.  The Cubs managed to eek out an 8-7 victory and Rich Harden struck out 10 in his Cubs debut, so it was all good.

3:30pm – Marty and I decide to mess with our cameras.  We’re dumb.

6:29pm – I had no idea what to expect for my graduation party.  I should have known it was gonna be huge when I saw the catering van.

6:31pm – We walk into the parish hall and behold the spectacle that is the buffet table.  Holy crap, this is gonna be big.

7:02pm – Mmm, cake.  Congrats, me!

8:13pm – I manage to find a few minutes to eat.  Man, do I love eggrolls.

9:33pm – Oh yes, those are Filipinos line dancing, to Latin music nonetheless.  Apparently, it’s the thing to do.

10:05pm – The party’s winding down.  My mom planned a lot of it and worked really hard to make it a fun evening.  Thanks, mom!!

Bono Criticism

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So, I’m listening to Pandora while packing up my office, preparing for the big move at the end of the month.  I turn on the U2 station that I created (of course), and out of sheer curiosity, I click the band’s biography and peruse the user comments.  I find it interesting that several of the comments totally slammed the band, Bono in particular, for their social work.  Now, I realize that not every one likes U2’s music, and I can live with that.  To each his own.  But some of these users need to get their facts straight.  U2 has not been around for so long just because they’re “the critics [sic] little darlings.”  They’ve won 22 Grammy Awards and have sold almost 150 million albums worldwide, despite getting hammered by those very same critics for releases like Ratttle and Hum and Pop.  More to my point, however: just because you don’t like their music, does that mean you have to bash their character and their charity work?  How is Bono a hypocrite?  How is he “using the children”?  What?  Criticize the music if you must, but I suggest you lay off his charity work.  What have YOU done for societal betterment bromide01, jayroy, and dave3569?  Bono’s got money and star power, and he’s using his cache to try to draw awareness to some pretty horrific situations.

This is a kind of Catch-22, in that Bono’s getting impugned for his charity work because he’s “just a rock star,” yet many of these trigger-happy critics turn right around and attack stars for doing absolutely nothing with their fortunes except horde it for themselves.  Why so bitter, boys and girls?  Jealousy?  Or just plain cynicism?  The way I see it, you can hate the music.  Fine.  You can disagree with his politics.  OK.  But to attack his charity (which comes out of his own pocket, mind you), that’s uncalled for.

Now, I realize that because I wrote my dissertation on U2 this entry isn’t entirely unbiased.  But then again, this blog isn’t about being unbiased; it’s about how I see things.  Disagree with me?  Bring it.

Wimbledon 2008

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After watching the Wimbledon men’s singles final today, all I have to say is WOW.  I’m left nearly speechless.  It was, hands down, one of the greatest matches I’ve ever seen, and possibly one of the greatest matches in tennis history.  The longest championship match in Wimbledon history was perahps the tournament’s greatest ever.  That takes a lot for me to say because I’m a huge Pete Sampras fan, but Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal put on a show today, hitting seemingly impossible angles with unthinkable pace.  And to compound the impeccable tennis on display on Centre Court, the players were hampered with two rain delays, which caused the total match time to exceed seven hours.  It was, in a word, unbelievable.

I hope NBC’s coverage of this event got big ratings, because tennis is an amazing sport that needs more exposure in the United States.  The top pros make the sport look so easy; however, it’s anything but.  First of all, it’s physically demanding.  A tennis player has to be able to change directions on a dime, read and react in (literally) a split-second, and deal with the elements.  Then there’s the technique involved with hitting a tennis ball.  Much like golf, where even the slightest hitch in a swing can cause the ball to drift tens of yards off target, the technique in tennis is vital to a player’s success.  Footwork, balance and weight shifting, hip and shoulder rotation, arm angle, wrist snaps, non-dominant hand movement, and follow-through, plus ball speed judgment and spin assessment all have to be considered…and that’s just to hit a simple forehand, never mind an overhead smash or a serve!  Also like golf, tennis is mentally challenging as well.  During a match, it’s just you and your opponent.  No coaches to advise you, so assistants offering aid.  It’s just player(s) vs. player(s).

Something funny happened to me watching the post-match trophy presentation.  I actually felt bad for Roger Federer.  It was weird because, being a huge Pete Sampras fan, I want his records to stand.  But Federer impressed me today with his grace in defeat.  He took it hard, as evidenced by his post-match interview with John McEnroe, but displayed at tremendous amount of poise and heart.  Coming back from two sets down only to lose a heart-breaking fifth set 9-7 in a place where he’s won five years in a row could not have been easy, and he accepted that Nadal narrowly beat him with class and style.  I think today may have even turned me into (dare I say it) a Federer fan.  Tennis players get a lot of criticism for being supposedly stoic and machine-like (Bill Simmons, for example) and not sticking around for a long time.  Not today, though.  Federer is going to win more Grand Slam titles before he’s done, eclipsing Sampras’ record of 14, and will go down as the greatest player ever.  And now, officially, Federer has a rival in Nadal, who’ll challenge Federer and push him to succeed even more than he already has, much like Agassi did to Sampras.  Contrary to what the Sports Guy says, players like Sampras and Federer ARE good for tennis.  They give us a reason to watch.  Like we do with Tiger, we tune to see if they’ll rewrite the history books.  The way I see it, tennis players’ supposed lack of longevity (which is due in no small part to the physical demands of the sport) should be all the more reason we tune it to witness amazing athletes like Sampras, Agassi, Federer, and Nadal.  Federer didn’t make history today; it was Nadal’s turn.  But Roger’s close, and that gives tennis fans–hopefully sports fans, in general–reason to watch the upcoming hardcourt season and the US Open later this summer.

Tennis is a fast-paced, elegant, captivating display of athleticism and mental fortitude, and there is hardly a better example of that display than today’s final. The match undoubtedly is an “instant classic,” so I hope ESPN Classic replays it soon and hope people tune in.  And if you don’t have that channel, check out the highlights and/or read up on the marathon between the world’s top two players.  I promise that it’ll be worth it.