Food for Thought, or Thought for Food?

I'm extremely hesitant to donate to any organization these days. And I'm sure that others feel the same way -- but resulting from the recent cyclone that ripped through Burma (Myanmar), it seems as if help is needed.

Over 100,000 people have died, and over one million -- ONE MILLION -- are homeless. This clip is put together by the International Burmese Monks Association, and calls for any assistance that can be spared.

I'm not saying that anyone should donate. In fact, I would almost recommend that you not donate. If you feel strongly about this issue, you're going to make your decision on your own. But everyone should be informed about what is going on, because it's pretty important.

My Dream

Time to change things up a bit. From a wild, hilarious occurrence at a baseball game to teaching English in Africa -- here is a brief clip about a Peace Corps volunteer and his experience in Benin. My mom won't like me carrying on with the notion that I will one day serve in the Peace Corps, but I'm not sure that she knows how to find my blog ;-)

/Col

Pizza Toss Part II (Part I below)

Those excellent commentators at NESN, with their investigative talents, have gotten to the bottom of this "pizza toss" issue. Again, I'm not going to say much about this video, because it speaks for itself. Don't mess with a good thing, right?

Just Another Day at Fenway

Since I've recently taught myself how to post videos on the blog, I cannot think of any better series of clips to get things started than the infamous Fenway pizza toss. Sit back, relax, and enjoy... this is a classic!

Corn Makes Cars Go?

Apparently I missed the boat on this scene. The use of corn in producing ethanol (known as a form of biofuel) is not only controversial, but quite possibly unnecessary. This interview with the former CIA director answers a few questions about corn-based ethanol.

Yet it also raises even more questions, namely why the U.S. government provides subsidies to American corn farmers to overproduce their crop when farmers in developing countries cannot sell their product due to oversaturation in the global market?

No jokes; this stuff is fascinating, because it's unbelievably true.

China Continues to be Just Cooler than Rest of World

In another shocking development half way around the globe, the brilliance of Chinese innovation makes headlines throughout the world. The completion of the bridge with no name creates the most direct route between urban centres Shanghai and Ningbo. The bridge spans the Hangzhou Bay, and is a feat of technology by all accounts.

That is, until the next tsunami hits...

a night at Yankee Stadium

Last night I went to see the Yankees play the Detroit Tigers at Yankee Stadium. This was my third game of the year, and the Yanks lost again, 6-2. On a cold night, there is nothing worse than sitting on your hands while your team produces no offense, and you have nothing to cheer about aside from the fact that the Dippin' Dots carts never have lines.

Honestly, if I didn't have a season ticket package, I would never go to another game at Yankee Stadium. Whenever I go to a game on a weeknight, I leave straight from my job, which is in Westchester. I don't arrive home (in Bridgeport) until after midnight, in most cases, and thus I tell Grandma not to fix a plate of food for me. I tell her, "I'll eat at the Stadium."

What a mistake. Eating at the Stadium is the greatest paradox I've ever heard. You can't eat at Yankee Stadium because they don't have any food!

So get this: I'm standing in the line for Sausages. The lady goes: "there's no hot dogs." So we're looking at each other, my fellow liners and I, saying, "that's OK, what about the sausages?" So the lady then says, "there's no SAUSAGES!" We're like "what the fuck, this is the SAUSAGE line. What do you have?" She says: "beer."
We all stayed in line.

I searched everywhere for a sausage and peppers sandwich, all night. Lines were too long, the workers are so fucking slow. SO slow. My grandmother can fix a whole meal faster than they change money at the concession stands in Yankee Stadium. I'm never eating there again.

My friend, Eileen, is home from Med School (in Miami) for a few days, so I brought her and her boyfriend to the game. Her boyfriend, Jesse, is from Detroit, so he was able to see a game a Yankee Stadium against his favorite team, which was pretty sweet. Even though the Yanks sucked, I was happy for him. He's a good kid -- and I approve. But he's got to keep her happy ... or else ....

... or else I won't do anything. Can you imagine me beating someone up?
Nor can I. When I was little, I used to have these attacks -- my siblings called them: "psycho attacks". During these fits of rage, I would throw things, beat people up, scream at everyone. It was like having Terrett's, but with your whole body. Just a little aside, there.

Last night was fun, even though Yankee Stadium is quickly becoming one of my most minimally desired destinations. Nine dollars for a beer? I'd have to be a fucking millionaire to get smashed.