I'm sick of Blogger. Have been for a while, but finally carved out a few minutes to make it official. If you're still with me, please change your bookmarks accordingly:

This all began as a debate about who is the least attractive man in the NBA. Naturally, I said Pau Gasol (PG on the diagram). It’s not even just the raw materials – it’s something about the faces he makes and the way he carries that lanky body of his. The boys I was with (who were way too eager to assert their authority on the matter) disagreed, saying even Pau Gasol looks decent next to Joackim Noah (JN). Now, for a black man of his age and profession, Joackim is undeniably unfortunate looking. But Pau Gasol takes unattractiveness to a place where no man of color has gone before. White men span a much greater range of attractiveness, from the fine, chiseled features of Kevin Bacon to the pasty jowls of Michael Moore.
The bottom two lines refer only to attractiveness of the body. Black men definitely have the advantage here. Sure, David Beckham’s body is beautiful, but Terrell Owens is like some kind of god/man/centaur creature. His body is exactly what the Greeks and Romans spent centuries trying to sculpt. It is just above the Rocky Mountains on the short list of glorious things God created for us to look at.
Not only can black men achieve a level of perfection unattainable to white men, but they also can’t sink as low. Just reflect for a moment on the competitors on the Biggest Loser. Even when they are obese, black men still have better proportions, and some kind of form to their body.
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Today, I present the first of a small series of guest posts by my family members. The following is a copy of an email from my dad, Tom (aka "TK"). He has a PhD in meat science, 30+ years experience in the food industry, and a lot more common sense than the hand-wringing Chicken Littles over at Yahoo. Below is his response to yet another article about how we're all going to die because all foods are terrible. It's especially funny because the title claims these are foods "experts won't eat." If Tom's not an expert, I don't know who is. So hopefully this little dose of reality will help ease your mind the next time you opt for canned tomatoes or a fresh apple.
"All substances are poisons; there is none which is not poison. The right dose differentiates a poison…." Paracelsus (1493-1541) |
I'm getting my wisdom teeth out on Thursday (all 3 of them), as well as having a couple of root canals and fillings on the right side, and I'm pretty much terrified. I've already had a few nightmares about it -- the pain, the incapacitation, and the substantial costs to be incurred. Sadly, that will not even take care of all my dental issues, as I'll have to go back over spring break to finish the ever-troublesome left side.
I've got some good posts in the works, I swear, but all I can think about today is Mike Leach. I love Mike Leach. I made a t-shirt with his face on it five years ago, and have worn it to every Texas Tech football game I've attended since. I love his pirate obsession (even though pirate obsessions are usually lame), and I love the insane things he says to reporters. ["We aren't playing worth a damn and we should be." "Fat little girlfriends."] I love that he can't physically smile, just snarl. I love that he never played college football, but is a total badass at coaching it. I love that he has a law degree from BYU.
What do you do when there's a small mammal (squirrel? possum? armadillo?) hanging out in the walls of your house, scritching around? And don't tell me to yell "go away and quit destroying my house!" because I tried that already and it didn't work.
