To my dear mother…
…you are one of a kind!
And to the future mother of my children…
Today marks the 4th anniversary of my blogging.
Go buy yourself something nice in celebration.
Obama just signed his first proclamations as President, most notably on transparency expected from his administration.
More interesting though was the moment that happened immediately afterward, when VP Biden was asked to administer the oath to the senior staff members who were assembled. Biden wasn’t expecting to give the oath, and so in a moment of cover and panic, made a crack that “he didn’t have as good a memory as Justice Roberts” and would need a copy of the oath to read.
When Biden made that comment, Obama visibly bristled and frowned. This is the exact kind of classless politics he has renounced for the past 2 years on the campaign trail – and now he has a poster child of such politics on his right hand.
Lucky guy, huh.
I’m thrilled about Obama’s reaction though. It shows me he actually believes what he was saying, and is actually committed to a more civil dialogue in Washington. Then again, it just might be a sign that you can’t teach old dogs new tricks, and even the highest levels have yet to buy into his vision.
Update: Washington Times Wire
Update: Here’s the video… it’s about 1/2 way through.
I hate the words “New Years Resolutions.” Hate ’em, hate ’em, hate ’em.
Why? Well, I think because they sound so committal! I mean, to resolve something connotes much more of a firm stance than I can truly muster toward any goal. “Be it resolved…” just sounds like something you’d hear on some kind of official, meaningless government document, anyways.
Not to mention the fact that the “New Years Resolution” is most widely defined as a goal you set at the beginning of the year that you break by the end of January or February. I mean, we practically write failure into the definition when we set a “resolution.”
So a few years ago, I started writing a simple document every year titled “Stuff I’d Like to Do in 200x”. In this document, I just wrote a bunch of stuff – anything that came to mind at the time – that I would like to see happen in my life. I have found this to be a very effective way to goal set. Mostly beause it puts me in the mental state to make those things happen in my life or to recieve those blessings that I think I want. Not everything happens on my list, and many things become year over year pursuits, but at least I make more progress on them than I do my one or two “new years resolutions” that are often broken before they even get started.
Sorry I’m a day late with this post, but I promised someone who had never heard me sing that I would post a song for this Christmas.
Please note, this is not my best work… it was recorded live at a church christmas party… but it’s all right, I suppose.
(press the grey play button)[audio:http://www.whiteeyebrows.com/video/OHolyNight.mp3]
(props to the Old Man Band: Brad, Dennis, and FavUnc)
Ok, Stallion is going to have to forgive me, but I couldn’t help but post this hilarious video of his new hit song:
(P.S. This is what happens to me on Friday afternoon when everyone logs out and leaves work early, and I’m stuck here.)
The Miracle of Christmas Poo
[flashvideo filename=/video/miracle-of-christmas-poo.mp4 /]
My brother is a butcher.
I really like calling him a butcher, because it’s just one of those real jobs. You know exactly what a butcher does, no question. It’s not something inexplicable like a designer or engineer. (I still haven’t found a good way of describing to non-engineers what it is I do… but I digress)
The other night, I called my brother to get some facts and figures about Thanksgiving. See, during this time of year BenTheButcher only comes up for air a few hours per day. He’s literally up to his chin in turkeys, hams, and other holiday meats.
So I called the man himself to get some interesting inside facts about working as a Butcher during this crazy time of year.
My Lovely Sister has indeed been busy while I’ve been gone! Thanks for humoring her personal, thoughtful posts. Much to her chagrin, I DID have internet access in my hotel room, but chose to stand idly by whilst she exercised her blogging muscles.
After all, I was on vacation.. even from blogging!
Therefore, I hereby invoke the hostile takeback of my own blog.