2237. Refections on a Thursday Morning

Back in Village Inn after three weeks of being out of rhythm I realize I recognize the regulars and feel a comfortable warmness at the atmosphere of the place in the mornings. By morning I mean 5 AM, because that is how early I need to get here in order to do this before my official work day starts. Of course, that changes in a month or so.

Summer is Coming…

Condolences to George RR Martin for the riff (finish your damn series, sir), but there is truth in the change of seasons. I’m looking forward to the sun (though not the accompanying heat) and the freedom to run and play and hang with the kids as long as I so chose.

 

Some Thoughts:

  1. I have a mental block against the proper spelling of ‘rhythm’. Thank you spell check. I continue to want to add the letter Y in places it does not belong. Must be a guy thing.
  2. Former Toronto mayor Rob Ford died of cancer recently. He was mourned, which is a major shift from the ridicule he received while in office due to his unfortunate drug and alcohol addiction. Nobody is laughing at him now and that has as much to do with the fact that he died as it does with how it happened. See, cancer is not considered a choice and drugs and alcohol are. I spent years as a rehab counselor and I can tell you addiction is not a choice either. Sure, we ridiculed him because he was a liar who made funny statements about his plight while simultaneously serving as a public figure, but throughout it all the underlying medical condition of addiction was ignored. Yes, I’m talking about the medicalization of deviance and I recognize that we have taken steps in seeing alcoholism as a real thing, but coke is no less addictive.

2236. Waiver Wednesday

On a day when Aaron Rodgers spun UFO tales and the Giants formed a select committee to learn how they can stop blowing late fourth quarter leads, I figure it might be time for another waiver wire. I might also have nothing else relevant to cast into the digiverse. I’ve grown a bit frustrated with football. I find more pleasure and competition in the wild games of my 8u tackle team than in what is about to happen in the NFL. I mean, they moved the touchback to the 25 to limit kick return attempts. Really? The safety of the game is important, but there are other ways to make the game safe than taking away the opportunity to play it.

My kid wears armor. I don’t honestly think it is enough and I regret not getting a kinetics and a material sciences degree so that I can be the guy who makes the better armor. I understand the basic principles, mind you, but I do not have the knowledge to actually build a safer football suit. That suit would need to start with reactive armor–perhaps an ablative gel that redirects the force back away from the impact zone. Of course that thinking means that the force would be bouncing back and forth between the hitter and the target. Now if there were a diffusion cell available to release the shock into the air like the diagrams of a gauss rifle then we would have something. All of this is possible and actually within scientific probability if there was enough money in the fix to make it worthwhile. There really isn’t.

I don’t know why the league is not interested in making these players invincible. Given the amount of money thrown into player salaries one has to wonder why the players are not being provided with proper protection. I haven’t seen concussion as of yet, but I know that film posited a theory about the whole thing…

I’m babbling at this point. again.