Can I Get a Witness

Knock knock- Saturday morning, 10 a.m.

Picture me, 6’1” red polk-a-dot boxers, beerland tee-shirt, hair sticking up in that special pre-coffee way that it does, answering the door. On the other side is a well dressed hispanic gentlemen (with really creepy dental work) in suit with an assistant behind him who i can’t quite seem to focus on.

Keep in mind here that the only person who ever knocks on our door, especially at this hour is either the dog, or someone escorting the dog to her proper place in the world ( on the couch watching soap operas, eating ice cream). So right away I’m skeptical of these folks, who got up so early and took the time to dress up to come and visit us without canine-base motivation.

“Uh, yeah ?” I say.

“Hello young man, are your parents at home ? “ says the dapper dude.

This gives me pause. There’s a lot I could work with here, but the fact that I haven’t been asked this question in about ten years throws me for a loop.

“Actually, We own the place…” I say.

“Ah well, congratulations on your youthful appearance.”

“ok…”

“I was wondering If I could talk to you about the role of religion in your life….”

(Oh crap, Goose punch us out, I can’t reach the handle…)
“Ah, no thank you.” I say and shut the door.

I can’t believe I let them off this easy…no comments like – “Actually I practice voodoo, you want to see my collection of dolls and shrunken heads ?” or “Oh yes, religion is very important in my life, we’re about to sacrifice some virgins in the back yard this evening, want to stick around ?“

Damn them, they caught me uncaffeinated, and thus unwitty. Clearly, I’m slipping in my old age despite my decpetive youthful appearance.

Math That I Can’t Do

A Backhoe weighing 8 tons is on top of a flatbed trailer and heading east on Interstate 70 near Hays, Kansas. The extended shovel arm is made of hardened refined steel and the approaching overpass is made of commercial-grade concrete, reinforced with 1 1/2 inch steel rebar spaced at vertical 6 inch intervals in a criss-cross pattern layered at 1 foot spacing.

Solve: When the shovel arm hits the overpass, how fast do you have to be going to slice the bridge in half? Assume no effect for headwind and no braking by the driver.

Extra Credit: Solve for the time and distance required for the entire rig to come to a complete stop after hitting the overpass at the speed calculated above.? Yes, you can neglect friction.

Some things…

The other blog I irregularly contribute on, the austinist, has a thing called the ist-list, a quick rundown of what’s happening in the city. Well this is a short list of a different sort – a few things that are really freaking me out for a variety of reasons.

Disney Mobile
Now with the advertised feature of being able to track your children. Wow. Please tell me this weirds somebody else out. Mickey Mouse meets the babysitter meets the CIA. With a little Agent-Smith thrown in for kicks. The really scary part is, as a hypothetical parent I’d probably use such a feature.

Jesus Camps
I don’t know what’s more alarming here – nine-year olds being told they should be willing to die for Christ, or David Byrne being featured on Boing-Boing comparing these things to what the western media has told him a Madrasah is. (I’m not explaining it well – just follow the links and feel disturbed/form your own opinon).

My Lack of Knowledge About Crepes
Ok, so we went for a late lunch at Enoteca Vespaio with Ali’s folks today. Why haven’t i been previously informed, that what basically amounts to a breakfast taco, in an italian food format, covered in mushroom gravy was available for me to purchase and consume ?

How Shocked Everyone is by how hot it is…
You mean that global warming stuff is for real ? Our shortsighted-consumerist-lifestyle impacts our surroundings ? Seriously ?

End Times: 100°

By midafternoon, the temperature in Chicago was 100, Baltimore reached 99 and Washington hit 97, though the humidity made it feel like 107. – Yahoo News

Clearly, the end is near. Nobody in their right mind could be expected to suffer through temperatures and heat indices of this magnitude.

Oh wait. This is like every summer in Texas. Where we not only survive, but actually go play outside on a regular basis. The heat index here hits 115 and maybe, just maybe Anne Richards and her compatriots add a little more hair spray to the national pastime of Texas (the maintenance and continuance of the trend of Big Hair).

But we certainly don’t publish an article every time we start to sweat a little (we’d not have much other news coverage if that was the case).

If nothing else this serves as hard evidence that we Texans are vastly superior to our fellow citizens in other areas of the country, having acclimatized to super-human levels of heat tolerance. We win (at least until it get’s into the 60’s and we have to break out the sweaters and long underwear).

It’s also ironic that this is published the same day as Psychology Today publishes an article about what wimps we are raising in this country.