Monday, November 29

LIVESELFISH

"If any civilization is to survive, it is the morality of altruism that men have to reject." - Ayn Rand

About six weeks ago I ordered a few of those bracelets that were started by Lance Armstrong. Basically they're bright yellow rubber bands that say LIVESTRONG on them. They cost $1, with 100% of the money raised going to "educate the survivors of cancer...about cancer survivorship." Since they were launched in May of this year, they've sold something like 20 million of them, and everyone from celebrities to students can occasionally be seen with one around their wrist. Read all about them and order one for yourself if you'd like on the website.

Well, I didn't want to be left behind, so like I said, over six weeks ago I ordered 10 of them. I didn't plan on wearing ten at a time mind you, but rather, ordered some for friends and family members that might want to sport one as well. Well, anyway, a little over a week ago they came in, and after giving a few out, I wore one to work. Well, my little bracelet sparked quite the discussion before we started our shift, which I'd like to share with all of you in order to stimulate some thought and conversation.

It all started after I finished complaining to the eight or so people in the room that it took nearly five weeks of waiting for my bracelets to come in. I explained what they were to those in the room who didn't know, but, being honest, told them that I ordered them primarily because of my desire to keep up with the trends. I'm not really a trendy guy, simply because many of the current fads cost quite a bit to keep up with, but this only set me back a couple 3 Musketeers bars, so I dove right in. Regardless, the fact that the money spent on the band goes directly to a charity is only a bonus to me. Anyway, one of the cruisers got pretty agitated after I said that, telling me that I shouldn't have even bought it if I didn't care that the money was going to charity. I was utterly perplexed at the cruiser's logic, or lack thereof, because, as far as I can see, the money has been donated one way or the other. Which, brings me to the question at hand and the reason for this post:

Do the intentions behind an act of charity matter?

One might argue, as my colleague did, that the donation should not be made if altruistic intentions are not the driving means of donation. Charity, in essence, is the act of giving something without expecting anything in return, so by giving money one should not expect anything in return, be it written recognition or a trinket of some sort.

The counterpoint to this argument is that as long as the money is donated, it doesn't really matter the reasoning behind the gift. One might argue that the recipient does not care for what reason someone gave the donation, as long as they donated. Even though they may come from only the most selfless of thoughts, good cheer and best wishes do absolutely nothing for an organization looking for finances to promote its cause. Gifts and money, given selfishly or not, do.

I would even go beyond this point/counterpoint to say that altruism just doesn't exist. It is my belief that every single thing we do we do in order to benefit ourselves first. Altruism simply does not exist. Respectfully, I disagree with the venerable Martin Luther King Jr. when he said, "Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness." In my opinion, selfishness is not always destructive and wrong. In my case, I was selfish in that I wouldn't have donated unless I got a yellow rubber band, but was selfless because I was helping someone else in return. Selfishness is only destructive when one hurts or hinders another in order to further oneself, be it monetarily, emotionally, or otherwise. When I gave my donation, I may have given it because I was fulfilling my desire to be trendy, but do you think Lance Armstrong cares? When others give donations, maybe they don't even wear their bracelets, but they are fulfilling their desire to help others, thus making them feel good about themselves. Or maybe the 'selfless' donation gives their live a worthwhile meaning, elevating their egos to make them feel that they are above other people who don't donate at all. How is that any different than me fulfilling my desire to be hip? Either way, the both of us are benefiting, just in different ways. The fantastic thing is that the transaction is entirely efficient; both the giver and the receiver benefit from the transaction.

Also, I feel that's the only way charity works sometimes. Because most people's material desires are higher than their desire to help (read: than their desire to feel good about themselves,) charities must give something in order to get the money they seek in return. Look at any 'charity event' and you'll see what I'm talking about. You think people would donate thier $10,000 if they didn't get to meet President Bush or hear an acoustic set by Alanis Morissette? Maybe even get their name on engraved on a bridge or printed in the newspaper? Or what about those PBS telethons that are on every six months. If you donate $75 you might get a thank-you card, but if you donate $100 you don't get a bigger thank-you, you get a toaster. It's foolish to think that someone isn't upping their donation from $75 to $100 because they were drawn in by the shiny household appliance. Is it reasonable to think that PBS is disappointed because someone gave them an extra twenty-five bucks simply because they wanted the better 'prize.' I think not.

In short, Lance Armstrong has sold twenty-million rubber bands because he got celebrities and sports stars to wear them first, not because we're all entirely selfless and completely concerned about cancer survivors. It's brilliant marketing and I'm sure he isn't complaining about guys like me, so you shouldn't either.

What do you think? Is my argument a crock of crap, or does it make sense? Leave enough good comments and I'll make a post replying to them.


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Sunday, November 28

Thank-you Break

I set out for the Thanksgiving holiday on at a bright and early 6:40 am on Thursday morning, accompanied by two very wonderful people, Jun Han Tan and Emmy Heatherington. After checking out the website, I planned to take the Metrolink commuter train from Union Station to Oceanside, just north of the San Diego area and home to my grandparents. When we got to the train station - after being driven by a very generous Juan Carlos - we bought our tickets, only to be told by a security guard that the commuter trains weren't running on the Thanksgiving holiday. I felt like the biggest idiot...people don't work on Thanksgiving...why would a commuter train be running?? Anyway, because the Metrolink information booth was closed, Jun Han and I are still trying to figure out how to get our money back.

Refund or not, we needed to get to grandma's house, so we waited in line for an 8:30 Amtrak train, despite the $22 one-way fare. I didn't have any problems buying from the kiosk, but when it was Emmy's turn to get a ticket, the machine froze. I waited in the line for the other machine for her and Jun Han while the guy worked to fix the machine. It was at this point when the other machine too went down due to a lack of of paper. Needless to say, I was glad that I was so anal about leaving earlier than necessary. Either way, it was all about bonding. And if things had gone perfectly, you probably wouldn't be reading about this, but I digress. After tickets were in hand, we walked around while searching for the elusive 'Gate E' before we boarded the train and were on our way.

After giving Emmy the grand tour (Jun Han went to my grandparent's house for Thanksgiving our freshman year), we waited for my Uncle John and his Porsche 912 to arrive before enjoying a delicious and well-prepared dinner. Thank-you grandma, for that. In addition to my smiling face, I contributed a bottle of wine, which turned out to be my grandma's favorite, as we shared old stories and new laughs around my grandfather's dining room table. Then, after dinner, my grandfather gave me one of his hats. I don't know exactly why, but I wasn't about to turn it down. It's a Pendleton and some history behind it. First a sweet hunting jacket and now my first brimmed hat, thanks to my grandpa, I've got the style!


After allowing dinner to digest a bit, the three of us went on a walk through the neighborhood, for a better view of the city and the sunset. The walk ended up turning into this fantastic hike through the the dense jungle brush of Oceanside as we made our way up the extremely steep drainage ditches. After reaching the top of the hill, we all sat and had a heart-to-heart. The view was so serene and quite god-like. I'd post a picture of it right, about, here, but SOMEONE forgot to bring their camera.

The rest of the night was pretty laid back, as we enjoyed pecan and pumpkin - separately, not mashed together, yuk - pie over National Lampoon's Vacation. I love that movie. For those of you who haven't seen it, watch it after depriving yourself of sleep for a night in order to experience the full effect. Finals are coming up, so the opportunity should present itself.

Friday came at an early 9:00 am after sleeping 11 hours. Yeah, that's right, I, Dan McConnell, went to sleep at ten o'clock. Sorry you missed such a rare event. Anyway, we sat around over coffee and bear claws discussing the election and other such events. After getting cleaned up, we headed out to the Oceanside Pier - longest pier on the west coast - and then to Jolly Roger for a delicious lunch. Located right on at the harbor, the restaurant is a favorite of my grandparents. Although a staple of visits past, we didn't go by the Top Gun house, located right there on the beach. No worries though, it'll still be there the next time I visit.

We then did a little browsing in a store my grandma likes, called Steinmart. It was a discount store that had some really interesting things, like fuzzy neon rainbow-colored sweaters and boxers with a jagnormous, red-nosed reindeer on the front. I really wanted to go to a hobby store to pick up a model or something, as I had this urge to do something productive with my hands. I used to really love putting together models or working on my Erector set and Friday afternoon those feelings all came flooding back. But alas, I wasn't able to locate anything to work on, or so I thought...

My uncle came over later that night to say goodbye to everyone, and mentioned to us that he had some work to do before he went to sleep. He had to put together some parts for the company he works for. Nothing difficult, just time-consuming. So, I told him how I really wanted to work with my hands, and how he had three strong your college kids who were willing to help him out if he wanted, so he brought the parts over and we kicked them all out in twenty minutes flat. It would've taken him an hour, so he was quite happy.

Jun Han and my grandma went to sleep pretty early, and left me and Emmy to ourselves. We watched a little SportsCenter and then popped in Independence Day. We ended up talking through the entire thing, but most of the story is conveyed visually, so it didn't really matter. We were up way past our bed times, just chatting and getting to know each other, until my grandma came and laid the smack down. Ha Ha. She was pretty surprised that we were up so late and suggested that we go to sleep, so, being good little children, we did as we were told. It was 4:00 am.

Saturday came too quickly, which was fine because we just hung around and got packed before Chris came over and picked the three of us up to go back to 'SC. We had a good time in the car, conversing about everything from man-eating spiders to Nissan Pathfinders. Chris really enjoyed the musical selection that Emmy provided, so I think I might make him a copy for his birthday. Although when compared to HIS mix-tape idea, it'd probably be a waste of time. He dropped Emmy and Jun Han off at their respective domains and then it was off to the game.

I met up with my boss from work, who hadn't been to a game all year, and a small group of us walked over to the Coliseum in the rain. It wasn't rain, really, more of a drizzle. A mist, even. Anyway, I enjoyed watching us kick Notre Dame ass (the Irish is nice folk, don't beat us) with some of my closest Markshallians and then partied the rest of the night over dinner at Madam Wu's....I mean...Wood Ranch and a late-night screening of Jurassic Park at Stanford Theater.

Overall, it was quite a relaxing holiday break shared with loving family and amazing friends, including moments I won't soon forget. On this day, I'm thankful that I have so much to be thankful for. I love you all.

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Wednesday, November 24

Merely Freshmen...

Last night Jun Han came over to my apartment to show me the film Fog of War. A few more close friends came over - Chris and Wan - to share in the experience, and afterwards, we all sat around for a while and chatted about the message of the film and it's portrayal of people and events, such and such. Anyway, as we sat there chatting about everything from the film to senior photos, I was overcome with that feeling of complete comfort. I realized that I could say absolutely anything to them or tell them anything and that they would simply accept me because we're that close. At that moment, I felt as if I'd grown up with them.

I looked over at Emmy, who I've only known for a couple months now, and who just met these friends of mine, and wondered what it was like looking into this intimate and close group of friends. I wanted to know if someone could tell how close we are by the way we act or if it's just a feeling that's contained within each one of us. So, I asked her and she said she could tell we were comfortable with each other because we harass each other quite a bit and allow each other to come and go freely without knocking. The funny thing is, I didn't even really realize that we do those things. I suppose the feelings of closeness that we have with each other are apparent to others, but that the physical actions just don't do justice to what is actually felt between us friends.

Then, after thinking about this for a good party of the day, I ran into Wan on campus, and she asked me if this has been my best year at college. This semester has been great, but I had to tell her no, because I still feel that freshman year was the most fun I've ever had in my life. She too, agreed.

We then started reminiscing about the birthday parties we used to throw for each other, the next one more creative than the last. The late-night chats shared between fifteen people and three cartons of ice cream. The mattresses in the hallway so we didn't break out necks while trying to break dance. The blockades we create with the tables at EVK and Cafe '84 so we could all sit 'together.' The list goes on and on. We formed relationships that first year that have carried us through college, even though we've all changed to some degree in the years we've known each other.

It's sad, because, although I'm an optimistic guy, I have a feeling that things are going to deteriorate once we all graduate and move to different parts of the world. I just look at my parents and see how many of their college friends they still keep in touch with: none. Then, I start to wonder, does everyone else at college become this close with this many people? I know other dorms who didn't bond like we did, and other groups of people who lived in Marks Hall and didn't even like the people who lived with them! Maybe it's just a serendipitous chemistry that we all had with each other. Look at romantic relationships as an analogy...some couples act as if they've known each other for years even though they've been together for six months, and yet others spend their entire lives together and never really ever fall in love. I then wonder what kind of relationships my parents had with their friends. Were they just friends, or did they have that kind of chemistry that us Markshallians have? My guess is the former, which gives me hope that maybe we all will stay close, and that when we get together for our five year reunions (2010, 2015, 2020, etc...), things will be just like they were in the fall of 2001. Either way, I've decided to treasure these people, those from freshman year and the ones I've met since then, for the moments we have together, because I realize now how rare people like them can be.


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Monday, November 22

What Happens in Vegas...

I've been dying to blog for a couple of days now. See, I went back to Las Vegas this weekend, but since my sister went off to college, my dad decided to cut back on services of which he makes no use. Read: cable television and the internet. So, for nearly three days I was unable to check my e-mail, read ESPN.com, or write for my thousands of fans out there in blogland. Well, I'm back now, with a full update on my time in my city, Sin City.

Saturday

So, I decided the last time that I took Greyhound that I was never going to take it again. Well, this weekend, I proved to be quite the liar. It's just that for someone who doesn't plan weekend trips like this three weeks in advance, Greyhound is just so cheap. Anyway, I got to the bus station on time, and got on a pretty empty bus. Normally the buses are pretty cramped and I usually get stuck next to someone who tries to sleep on me or smells bad, but that morning, my backpack was able to freely occupy the space next to me.

So, I'm sitting there, wearing my headphones, listening to The Shins, trying to make up for the sleep I missed the night before, when this lady across from me pokes me and starts trying to talk to me! I don't get it. My eyes are closed, my music is playing, and I'm in the fetal position with the backpack cuddled in my arms, and she just strikes up a conversation. Now, normally, I'm all for talking, but I just really wasn't in the mood that morning. Anyway, after chatting for a little, I fall off to sleep, only to be awoken like 45 minutes later by a finger jabbing me between my shoulder blades from a guy wanting to know the time. Then, the lady, seeing that I was awake, started talking to me again. Haha, needless to say, the much-needed sleep that I sought was not bestowed upon me.

So, I roll up into Las Vegas at like 4:15, with my dad waiting. My dad is always happy to see me, but it just seemed that this time, he was especially happy to see me. I don't know exactly why, but it might have to do with the fact that he hasn't seen his children since late August. Anyway, we then went home and watched the Ohio State/Michigan football game that my dad taped that afternoon.

It was nice, just me and my dad, watching the game. He was rooting for Ohio State - his alma mater - to win in order to prevent Michigan from getting to the Rose Bowl. Personally, I really didn't care who won, but kinda wanted to see the Wolverines actually win so that their season meant something. Ohio State had no chance of anything great this year, but Michigan did, so I wanted to see them prevail and go on to making their season matter. Then, I realized I'd probably feel the same way he did if USC had a crappy season and was playing a great UCLA team...but then realized I didn't have to worry because a situation like that would never happen!! HA HA HA HA. Ok, sorry, back to the story.

So, I rooted for OSU along with my dad and I'm glad I did. The Buckeyes made the Wolverines look like crap, as OSU dominated every imaginable stat in the books. It was a great game and made my dad extremely happy, until he found out that Wisconsin lost to Iowa, thus giving Michigan the invitation to the Rose Bowl. Oh well, as least his team got satisfaction in beating their rival.

When my dad went to sleep, I played some of these brain teaser games that we've had on our computer for years. I know that makes me sound like a big nerd, but well, you should already know that's who I am. The first series of games are under the "Smart Games" brand, and the second series is under the "Dr. Brain" brand. I've got three volumes for each one, and I didn't get to solve all of the puzzles, so I decided to take them back to USC so that I can enjoy them the rest of the semester.

After that, I decided to go for a drive. I like to go driving and listening to music late in the night whenever I go home. I don't really care what station the radio is on, but it's usually a really cheesy easy listening station that takes requests from lovers. John Tesh has a really good syndicated program every night where he gives tidbits of random information between songs instead of talking to callers who want to dedicate X song to Y person. John Tesh isn't the most exciting of people, I admit, but the health and happiness tips are fun and the music is generally pretty eclectic, so I usually listen to that.

Anyway, Las Vegas has a really awesome freeway loop that surrounds the city, in addition to the two main highways that form an X through the center of the city. Think of the logo from X-Men and you'll get the general idea. While driving I think about things that are going on in my life and turn the music up really loud and sing even louder. I've actually become quite good at mimicking whatever voice sings the song that comes on. After driving the freeway system for a couple hours, I realized that I'd driven nearly 130 miles and that I needed to fill my dad's gas tank back up to full before he got up for work. I got home just in time - my dad leaves for work at 2:00 am - and then went to sleep.

Sunday

I was supposed to get up by noon so that my dad and I could get lunch and then catch a two o'clock showing of The Incredibles, but I ended up sleeping over 11 hours and woke at 1:20. Haha, it didn't matter though, cause my dad was still asleep from a nap he took after getting home from work. After showering, we went to Chili's and a had a nice chat over sandwiches, his treat. It was really cute; we shared stories about our work, talked about sports, and gossiped about girls, among other things. It's really amazing how much two men over thirty years in age difference have in common.

We then hit up the theater for the 4 o'clock show, my treat, and although my dad didn't enjoy the movie as much as I thought he would, he thought it was good nonetheless. We went back home and talked for a bit more before he headed to bed. I sat around and decided that there was nothing good on network television, so I went for another drive. It was raining on Sunday, so I decided to practice my stunt driving. I went to this extremely large parking lot near my house that is absent of light poles or those concrete parking space dividers, and practiced 180 degree turns, fishtails, and fun skids in general. It was quite the adrenaline rush in the slick conditions, especially since my dad is in need of new tires. After that, I hit up the freeway for about an hour and then gave my mom a call.

She works graveyard at the University Medical Center Hospital. I knew that the hospital is pretty lifeless late at night so I asked her if it would be cool if I came down and watched her work for a little while. I've been to my dad's places of work before, but never my mom's, so I thought it'd be fun visit. She said it would make her night since she had just been in an argument with her boss, so I headed down to the One South wing to see her in action.

As I walked down the winding corridors that eventually led to her section of the hospital, I realized that hospitals are just like they are in the movies. I'd never really wandered in a hospital before, since I had only ever been to the emergency room before, but it's really quite a sterile and creepy place, especially on such a dark and stormy night. I walked for what seemed like forever down these very wide, white hallways with very low ceilings without seeing a soul or hearing a sound. There were lots of doors that had 'Restricted Access' or 'Do Not Enter' painted in bold red on them, adding to the feeling that I was completely alone.

Anyway, I finally found my mom, who gave me one of those great big hugs only moms know how to give. After introducing me to some of her nurse co-workers and one of her 'patients' nicknamed "Papa", she gave me a tour of the place. We talked for quite a while while walking around the hospital and after buttering up the boss she got into a fight with, I returned home.

By then the rain had stopped, and the air was so clean and crisp that only an evening rain can bring, that I decided to take a walk. I walked around my neighborhood and visited the park that I used to play football and climb trees at when I was a kid and walked by the houses where my friends used to live. It was actually quite nostalgic, thereby making me a little sad. I made a phone call which brought my spirits back up and returned home to call it a night. One Postal Service CD later, I was asleep by 3:00am.

Monday

I woke up when my dad left for work so I could say goodbye to him, and then woke up again an hour later when my mom called me at 7:45 to tell me that she was on her way over to pick me up for breakfast. I threw on a hat and packed my stuff, excited for a delicious breakfast at IHOP.

The conversation with my mom was lovely, although I talked about a lot of the things that I was saving for breakfast when I visited her at work. It didn't matter though, because we didn't run out of things to talk about....we never do. My mom and I have become more like friends these past few years. Maybe it's because I've gotten older and see her as more of an equal rather than an authority figure, but it's nice nonetheless. After ordering something to go to deliver to her husband for breakfast, we went to the grocery store to pick up a few things, including a bottle of wine that I'm bringing to my grandma and grandpa's house for Thanksgiving. She then drove me to the bus station for my 10:30 departure time, and we said our good-byes.

The bus back was extremely packed and was a lengthy eight-hour ride. I-15 was closed at a couple of points, so we had to go way out of the way on this crappy one-lane highway in order to avoid the snowed-in areas. I sat next to this Mexican guy in his late 20's who slept most of the way, but didn't seem to notice that there was someone next to him. He had these massively muscular arms which he kept to his sides the entire time, forcing me to scrunch over the arm rest and out in the center aisle. I got a little sleep, and ended up striking a conversation with him about this weekend's football game against the Irish and how Oscar de la Hoya needs to retire from boxing.

After reaching Union Station, I grabbed the subway and then the local 81 bus home, and then met up with a camper from the Summer Seminars for dinner. She came to LA all the way from Kansas to interview with USC for admittance into the school. After showing her and her friend the row, I - well, Campus Cruiser - took the three of us back to the Radisson where we said our goodbyes for the night. I then headed to my friend Amy's place to deliver to her the Notre Dame and UCLA tickets she got for herself and her friends, since she was leaving for Thanksgiving on Tuesday morning. We hadn't seen each other in a while, and had a nice chat until about 11:30, at which point I went home and unpacked my stuff, officially ending the weekend and this post.


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Saturday, November 20

A Lovely Day

Saw an absolutely stunning film today, Finding Neverland, starring Johnny Depp, Kate Winslet, and Dustin Hoffman. It's a biopic about the playwright of Peter Pan, and the family that was his muse. The acting is terrific both with the leads and the parts of the children and the dialogue is realistic and touching. Rumor has it that Depp liked the actor who played Peter so much that little Peter is going to be Charlie in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, starring Depp as Willy Wonka himself.

Anyway, I left campus around 3:00 pm and went to see it at the Arclight Hollywood, one of the premiere movie theaters in Los Angeles, and also a first for myself. I got there by public transportation (Dash to Red Line) and just had the best time. Primarily because of the company that was with me, I had a regular cocktail of fun! Haha, ok, that was lame, but you get my drift.

Then, after we got back to campus, I went to a party with the roommates. It was more of a kick-back than a party, but I ended up being babysitter to some of my close friends, some of whom went home and some of whom went to another party. We had an overall good time and caught a ride from a fabulous Campus Cruiser and went back to our apartments. By the time my friends had gone to sleep, I decided to stay awake to make sure that didn't sleep through the alarm to wake me up to catch my bus out of town. See, I know that if went to sleep, I probably would've slept right through all my alarms. Either way, I'm staying awake because I'm going home this weekend, since I'm going to San Diego for Thanksgiving. In short, it was just one of those days when everything seems to go right and you wouldn't change a single thing about it. Thanks for making it that way.


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Thursday, November 18

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Last Knight

"Have pride without arrogance and confidence without conceit." - Lindley F. Bothwell

Last night, another successful serf semester came to a close. Ten weeks after starting with 24 prospectives, thirteen were knighted to join the ranks of USC's oldest organization, the Trojan Knights. These thirteen have proven to be Faithful, Scholarly, Skillful, Courageous, and Ambitious and I am proud to call them my brothers.

Also, I've been in the Knights for more than two years now, and I can honestly say that this is the best class I've ever seen. The bonds they've formed with each other are strong, and many of them have great visions of where the Knights should go and how we're going to get there. So, if you see Joe Amaya, Prashanth Chennakesavan, Joseph Fong, Aaron Goldstein, Miguel Irazabel, Andrea Kathol, Aaron Levine, John Matthews, Henrik Nielsen, Todd Royce, Derek Schoeni, Kyle Strickland, or Scott Widman on campus, congratulate them and wish them the best of luck in their goals, because these guys are the future of our organization. Fight On!!


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Pic-share

My roommate Devin just recently developed some pictures he had, and I happen to be in some of them, so in this post I'm going to show you how much I care by sharing them with all of you. Enjoy!
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A few weeks back, we went to Knott's Scary Farm, and this picture was taken in one of the first mazes we went through. This guy was pretty creepy until I asked him for his photo. Then he became even creepier, but in a different way.









Here's a photo of some of the Knights at the Homecoming tent this weekend. The prospective Knights spent all night building a fabolous bar for the actives and alumni, and then served us drinks for the better part of the afternoon. The anthropophobic Haskell looks on in fright.








Alyssa Milano, from "Who's the Boss?" and "Charmed", showed up the to the game on Saturday and took a candid with some of the Knights and friends. Lucky Lewis, I knew I should've volunteered to be on the field this weekend!














Devin thought he was hot stuff because he got to be buddy-buddy with Ms. Milano, until I came in and Photoshopped him - quite sloppily, I might add - out of the picture! Bwahahaha!!!

















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Tuesday, November 16

Supervise or Drive

Ok, so it all started about a week ago when I got my evaluation from Campus Cruiser. Once per semester, each cruiser is called into Fox 1's (John Zajac) office to receive their performance appraisal of the past six months worth of work. Each person is graded in six categories, with the scores ranging from a 1 for "Below Expectations" to a 3 for "Exceeds Expectations." If a cruiser receives a total score of at least 12, or 2's in every category, their get a $.25 raise. If they score above 16 of the 18 possible points, they also receive a bonus check. The categories include: Teamwork, Job Knowledge, attendance, Safety, Customer Service, and Quality of Work.

I did pretty well and, naturally, was pretty ecstatic about it. One of the supervisors asked me what I got and upon telling him, he inquired if I was going to apply for a supervisor position. It kind of caught me off guard, because well, I had never really thought about it before. I asked him when applications were due, and he told me that they hadn't started taking them yet, so I didn't think much of it, assuming someone would tell me when the time came to apply.

Things changed this afternoon when I was walking to work. On the way, I ran into former Fox 2, Lisa Core. And no, it didn't hurt. Anyway, she asked me if I had applied for supervisor, and I told her that I didn't think the application process had started yet. She seemed somewhat disappointed for me and told me that she thought the application process had, in fact, already ended. I was pretty disappointed, but hoped that she didn't know what she was talking about since she left cruiser a few weeks back. Unfortunately, she was right.

I came into work and asked one of the supervisors and they told me that the application process was during the last two weeks of October. I had no idea! He said that it was mentioned in briefing, but I work three days a week, and had never heard about it. Apparently, someone had skipped that portion during the beginning of my shifts, or I just have selective hearing. Either way, it appeared that I was S.O.L.

So for most of my shift, I was pretty down about it. However, the funny thing is, I don't even know if I would have enjoyed being a supervisor. I love cruiser because I'm able to drive around and meet new people, singing to my favorite tunes while I drive from place to place. I don't want a job where I do paperwork and sit in an office, that's just not my style. Regardless, I was really disappointed that I didn't even get the opportunity to prove to myself that I could get the position. Maybe that's not the best motivation for applying for the job, but that's the kind of person that I am. I want to know that I can compete with the best, and in this situation, I missed the boat. As the night went on, things made sense and I realized that I probably wouldn't be happy with the job, so I suppose it was a good thing that I didn't know about the application process, because if I had gotten the job, I probably would've taken it and regretted it later. Funny how things always seem to work out for the best when you've got an optimistic attitude. Now, if only I was so clever as to figure out how to spend my evaluation bonus check... ;)


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Weekend News

Browsed the internet today and stopped upon a few interesting news articles. Thought I'd share them with you. That's all.
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Polar Express goes 3D:

Apparently, The Polar Express is the first major Hollywood motion picture, and maybe the first animated film, to be released in 3D, and on the giant IMAX screen, to boot. I've heard mixed reviews on the film, but I still want to see it. Let me know if you're interested and we'll go see it at The Bridge together.

Death Cab signs with Atlantic Records:

For all you rock fans, it was announced this weekend that Death Cab for Cutie has, in fact, signed with a major record label. Although this detracts somewhat from their indie appeal, lead singer Ben Gibbard claims that nothing will change about their music. I'll believe it when I see it.

Underground House:

This isn't breaking news by any means, but Lance sent me this link today about a house built entirely underground. Much to my surprise, it's been 'standing' for more than 25 years in my home town of Las Vegas.

Auburn Jumps USC on ESPN.com:

It seems that everyone is jumping on the Dan McConnell bandwagon in discounting the pre-season rankings. Nearly a week after I made my statements about how USC's pre-season ranking has helped them remain #1, CBS decides to no longer use the poll rankings during televised games, and Ivan Maisel of ESPN.com claims, "The only reason that the Trojans are No. 1 is that they started there." Now, ESPN.com analysts propel Auburn to the #1 spot in their weekly "Power 16" rankings. Also, for those who don't know, Utah won again this weekend. USC vs Auburn in Miami and Utah vs Oklahoma in Arizona is looking more like a reality...watch it happen.


I'm out.


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Friday, November 12

Party Time!

Well, I'm writing this at the conclusion of my birthday party. The entire day was just incredibly awesome. I woke up in the late morning and hung out for a little bit before going to the Lyon center to watch some new guys try to be Tommy Trojan. I'm graduating this year, so I need to pass the opportunnity on to someone else, and today was one of the try-outs.

When I got back, Devin drove some of us over to buy alcohol and supplies for the party. I bought a lot of alcohol, more than ever before, and a lot of fruit, to go into my special drink. When we got back, Natalie and Hieu were immensly helpful in cutting the fruit with me. After cutting everything into cm^3 sections [TY, LK], we opened all the alc0hol and put it into the 10-gallon container that we were going to make, and serve, the punch in. Basically, we had Vodka, Coconut Rum, Bacardi 151, Sour Apple Snappes, and Peach Snappes. The fruit sat there for about four hours, absorbing the 2 gallons of alcohol into little shots within themselves. We went to get dinner, and then came back to add the Sprite and Fruit Punch, with a bit of Sunny Delight for that extra something. Thing tasted delicious, never being able to taste any alcohol, with a slightly sweet flavor.

People started to arrive right at 11:00, and by midnight, there were probably about 50 people in the apartment. Just the right number to seem full, yet still have room to move around and talk to people. The 'cowboy punch' as a girl from Texas called it, ran out relatively quickly...all 10 gallons of it! That didn't put a damper on the party, however, as Natalie and I spent a lot of time on the playlist for the evening. The songs were so fresh and so clean that people kept dancing for quite some time, and at times, I thought I was going to pass out from all the dancing I had done. The party didn't officially end until about 3:30, and in all, was the most fun I've ever had at one of my birthday parties. Thanks to everyone who came (including my boss from work!) and for the gifts that you guys gave me (again, including my boss from work!) Birthday party #22 will go down in my book as one of the great ones, and casts a shadow on the event that came from the number 21.


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Thursday, November 11

Fantastic Like Ellen

Today was quite fantastic. See, my friend Natalie from the summer came down to interview with USC and decided to hang out for the weekend. Instead of being the responsible college student that I should be, I skipped my classes today for a day of fun. Things started after we got back from the airport and started playing a little Soul Calibur II. Natalie claimed that she had played a bunch against her brother, on his Xbox, and that she could take any challenge Lance or I could present on our Gamecube. Needless to say, she played well, but I quickly found out that she didn't take advantage of the block button very often, so I, of course, had to use that to my advantage.

Later that afternoon she gave me a birthday present. It's the most fantastic book ever! It's called Schott's Original Miscellany and could quite possibly be one of most essential books I'll ever own. It's got the most random of information in it, and fits my personality to a tee. Let me just open to a few different pages to see what we find...page 31, tells you how to read a palm; page 68, 'q' words with no 'u'; page 106, measuring bra sizes; page 122, 10 CODES!! Ha ha!! See what I mean?? Awesome book.

After Devin got home, we drove out to Burbank, picking up our friend Sameer in Hollywood along the way, to get in line to see the Ellen Degeneras show. Natalie's mom got her tickets to the show for her birthday, and they scheduled the interview visit to be the same weekend as the Ellen show. After fantastic parking maneuvers by yours truly, we got our line passes. Because we didn't have to be back to the line until 5:00, we decided to walk around the NBC studios in hopes of finding a place to eat. After passing by the Jay Leno line - who's audience gets to wear jeans, by the way - we settled into Acapulco's for about an hour and a half to chat over Mexican food and margaritas.

When we got back, we played musical lines for another 90 minutes, until finally getting into the rather chilly, and smaller than expected, studio. Tony, Ellen's DJ, played excellent music and the producers told us they wanted us to dance, which transformed the entire place into a dance party for the next half hour. They filmed us dancing, and then Ellen came out and started the show.

Her guests included Woody Harrelson, the naked chef Jamie Oliver, and Venus Williams, who, unfortunately, had been pre-recorded earlier in the week. The show was high energy and a lot of fun. Woody Harrelson did a fantastic Elvis Prestley impersonation to close the show, and Ellen cooked tuna with Jamie. Also, because Jamie was promoting his new book, they gave everyone in the audience a copy. Let me know if you'd be interested and maybe I'll cook you dinner from its full color photos and highly detailed recipies sometime. I don't know if we were on TV, but the show will air Monday at 3:00 on NBC, so check it out to see if we were or not.

After that we dropped Sameer off and headed back to the apartment. Earlier in the day I thought we were going to get back around midnight or so, I dunno why, so I requested a day off of work. When we got back at 8:30, we realized we had so much more time to chill. We, well I, didn't really feel like going out to party, so we stayed in and watched the fantastic movie Moulin Rouge. Nat and I sang all the songs, cause we're hardcore like that, and just chilled with some of the roomies.

Rizza and Asheem came home from dinner, and the five of us - including Nat and Devin - decided to play Trivial Pursuit. After only a few questions into the game, I got pulled away by the neighbors, only to return after nearly two hours of fantastic conversation to a quiet apartment - everyone gone or asleep, wisely resting before another full day on Friday.


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Tuesday, November 9

A Very Merry Birthday

I didn't really know what I should write about on my birthday, until it was almost over. I thought I might write a "Year In Review" but then realized such a thing was pretty trite. Now, I know this post might not make me look like Einstein, but it's the truth, and is really the only thought that comes to my mind now that I've actually sat down to write a reflection of the days' events.

You see, I fully expected that over the course of the day, a couple people would wish me a happy birthday. Mom and Dad are pretty much required by law to send birthday greetings, and I've told my roommates so many times when my birthday was that if they didn't remember, I knew it would be because they were trying to teach me a lesson to not write on their wall calendars anymore. However, I had no clue that so many people would call or IM or e-mail or come up to me during the day to wish me a happy 22nd! As small as it is, it makes me feel special that each of you took some time out of your day in order to send good ol' Dan your wishes of cheer and prosperity.

So, without getting too mushy, I guess I'm trying to say that you guys really made my day, and for that, I want to thank each and every one of you. You also me realize why I've had so much fun these past few years and how much I'm going to miss everyone once the end of college rolls around, so for that, thank-you as well. And, if you didn't remember, that's fine, I know you probably still love me. Besides, I'm not ignorant to the fact that some frequent The Facebook more than others. :P

Thank-you again everyone...this was, by far, the most special November 9th of my life!


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Sunday, November 7

#1, But Not the Best

Our football team won again yesterday, against the Oregon State Beavers, in Corvallis. It was our 18th straight win, the second-longest streak in the country right now, and one of our best starts in nearly as many years. We've been the number one team in the country since last year and are projected to play for a second National Championship come January 4th. Impressive, to be sure, but recently, I've begun to wonder if we have the ranking because people think we're that good or simply because we haven't lost. Granted, there are other teams that haven't lost, but none of them won a National Championship last year or had a pre-season ranking of #1 like we did.

Now, before everyone gets all bent out of shape and starts flaming my comments box, let me explain. I understand that it's fun to talk about who the best teams in the country might be during the off-season, but I don't think it's fair to assign a number to said predictions. Simply put, many teams don't turn out to be nearly as good as their pre-ranking suggests. Things do sift out when the overrated teams eventually lose, but for undefeated teams, the preseason favorites tend to keep their top ranking even though other, lower-ranked preseason teams may be playing better football. A team should have to earn its ranking, not simply be crowned champion from the beginning, knowing that it can simply win out in order to maintain. Sometimes I even wonder if it's fair to only award the top ranking to an undefeated but unimpressive team instead of a team who lost early in the year, only to play the best football of all teams come the end the season. It happened to us two years ago, when it was agreed upon by many that we were playing the best football of any team in the country, yet we didn't get a chance to prove it simply because of two close games we lost early in the season.

USC is a perfect example of this preseason hype machine. Ranked #1 going into the season, we haven't lost, but have had to claw our way back from halftime four times this season, including this weekend against an Oregon State team that's tied for 5th in the Pac-10. Granted, we've always been a second-half ball club, but according to our ranking, we're supposed to be the best team in the country! We've simply rode our preseason coattails because nobody has the balls to drop us a couple spots after a mediocre win. This goes for all other teams too, by the way.

Ivan Maisel, sports writer for ESPN.com, says it best when he defines what a great team is: "A great team controls the line of scrimmage, and the game, whether on offense, defense or special teams, from start to finish. A great team doesn't have to turn it on when it needs to, because a great team never turns it off. A great team moves the ball through the air and on the ground, and stops its opponent from doing the same." In my opinion, USC is not a great team. Oklahoma is not a great team. Utah and Auburn are great teams.

Look at how they won their games. They did everything a great team should do: score a lot of points, hold the other team to just a few, and control the outcome of the game. The argument exists that they've played easier teams than USC or Oklahoma has had to play this year, but I disagree. Utah beat Texas A&M 42-21, the same team Oklahoma struggled against this weekend, when it won by a single touchdown. Auburn has beaten Tennessee and last year's BCS National Champion, LSU.

This same pre-season hype machine problem goes for Heisman trophy candidates. I'll be the first to say it, Matt Leinert is overrated. He's a good player (2,068 yds, 20 TD's, 5 Ints - 3 rushing TD's), but he just isn't playing like the best player in the country. Reggie Bush could be the best player in the nation, but doesn't touch the ball enough on offense (928 yds, 11 TD's) to prove it. Their number just don't compare to players like Adrian Peterson for Oklahoma (nearly 1400 rushing yards and 9 TD's) or last year's Heisman winner, Jason White (2,130 yds, 25 TD's, 4 Int.) Peterson, however, isn't even the best back in the country, that distinction goes to Cedric Benson of Texas (1439 yds, 17 TD's.) The main reason Peterson is getting so much attention is because he's earned those numbers during his first year of college ball.

However impressive White and Benson may seem, they just don't compare to the man you've never heard of, Alex Smith. You've probably never heard of him because he plays for plays for Utah, part of the Mountain West, a division not included in college football's most elite farce, the BCS. However, his number don't lie (2,196 yds, 24 TD's, 2 Int. and 439 yds, 8 TD's rushing), he's more consistent than both Leinert and White, and has, unlike them, been the driving force behind the offense of his undefeated team. Call me a fool, but I think leadership counts when deciding who the best player in the nation is. It's one of the reasons Carson Palmer won the award two years ago.

In summary, I just don't feel that our current ranking system works. Pre-season favorites win close games that should have never happened and are praised for their "character," while other teams demolish everyone they face and are ridiculed for playing soft schedules beyond their control. Players on these teams are either foolishly praised or receive little attention (respectively) as a result, and after a while, objective fans lose faith in one of the few untarnished sports still in existence. I'm still going to root for my Trojans, but I'm not going to blindly worship them when I don't feel they're worthy of it. I've got more faith in teams like Utah and Auburn, who actually deserve it.


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Saturday, November 6

Friendly Survey

A couple days ago, a friend of mine sent me an e-mail with a few informal questions, just for fun. I had fun answering them, so I've decided to share. Your job is to try and guess what the question was according to the answer I gave. Sound familiar? It shouldn't, this is a brand new idea that has never ever been done before, so I don't want to hear that it sounds just like a popular game show or something, you crazies.

[EDIT: The answers are supposed to be there between the brackets. This way, you can check the answers as you go.]
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1. [Whats your favorite color?]
I love my school, that is true. I must say, however, I'm partial to blue.

2. [What is the best gift you have ever received?]
On high school's final day, my mother wrote to me, the story of my life, as only her eye could see. Personal, funny, touching, and true; it brought a tear to my eye, as only a mother's words can do.

3. Word association:
[__Toad __]: Princess
[Communist]: Loser
[__Jailbait_]:Emerson
[ Coriander ]: Curry
[Toothpaste]: Spearmint

4. [What was your favorite inside joke/moment from this summer?]
Let me think........HA HA HA! Isn't it obvious? The tra-la-la!!

5. [Piercings: hot or not?]
I like one in each ear, maybe even two. Anywhere else, wouldn't be worth it to you.

6. [Due to your acting experiences and good reviews, do you see yourself pursuing that anywhere in the future?]
Plays, commercials, miniseries, film; I'd like to make documentaries, including one 'bout a kiln. (slant rhyme...you like it!)

7. [What is the last dream that you can remember?]
The night Bush was re-elected, it included me eating rations. Regarding my life, however, it'd be to visit one-hundred nations.

8. [Song you can not get enough of at this point in time:]
You might not have heard of them, they're known as The Thrills. Sorry for the cheap rhyme, but their "Curse of Comfort" gives me chills.

9. [Something you wish you could do before you turn 22:]
It's nice to look back and think, "This past year was all-right." I'd like to feel that way, on the eve of my 8,036th night.

10. [Why are you answering these silly questions?]
Because they're quite fun and not very hard. What did you want me to say? Because I'm a 'tard!?


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Thursday, November 4

Fightin' the Law

BACK STORY

On April 1st, 2004 (seriously, no 'fooling' here) I was cited by a California Highway Patrolman for making a right turn on a red light when the posted sign said, "No Right Turn on Red." I claimed to have never seen the sign, which really didn't matter in his eyes, and was given my first California-issue traffic violation. Since I was working Campus Cruiser at the time of the incident, I decided to swing back around to check out the sign, and found it to be completely obstructed by a tree.



If you can't tell from the photo, the sign you see is actually a "No Left Turn" sign, whereas the "No Right on Red" sign is posted above that one, completely behind the tree while you are approaching the intersection, until about 15 feet from the crosswalk. Now that you know what's going on, I'll continue with the day's events...

SLOW START

After taking the bus and walking a few blocks to the Municipal Courthouse, I came upon a line of seriously like 500 people, all waiting to get inside. The officers would let about 30 or so people in at a time, and although I know it's makes me look like a complete dweeb, I actually counted how long it took for the 'pulse' created by the front to reach the back: 106 seconds. It was a good thing I got there a half-hour early.

After going through security and getting up to the 5th floor for my 8:30 appointment, I waited with the other approximately 65 people around until about 8:50 for them to open the doors to the courtroom, where we checked in with the bailiff and waited yet another 45 min or so for the judge to actually take the bench. It was funny, just like on the tele, he just kinda popped in from outta nowhere and we all had to stand up real quick and salute him. Ok, that last part's a lie, but we weren't allowed to sit until he took his seat. The bailiff let us know that, "The Honorable Kevin A. Ross is presiding and court is now in session." His Honor then went through everyone's case and told some of them that they could go home because the citing officer wasn't present, including an attractive young woman I sat next to when I first entered the courtroom. Man, she was super happy over the news. He called her name and she gave out this little shriek and looked at me with a huge smile as she wished me luck on my case. The judge then told certain police officers that they could leave because their defendants didn't show up, as he raised the accused's fines to at least $450 and issue warrants to others. For those of us still remaining (around 50), the Honorable then let everyone know that many of us were eligible for traffic school, and that if we decided to go through with the trial, we were risking that opportunity if found guilty. When he asked me if I wanted, "Traffic or trial?", I replied with an emphatic, "Trial!" That process cut about another ten or so, which left around 40 trials, times the ten minutes per case the judge said was average. I knew at that point I probably should've eaten breakfast before I left the apartment.

LAWYER SPEAK

At this point, the judge informed all of us that there was another trial which was a continuation from Tuesday and that we were going to be in for a "long day." This trial - The People vs. Ellis, however, was different from other traffic cases, in that each side had a lawyer (in a traffic case, go figure) and they were calling witnesses and crap. Basically, what had happened was the posted speed limit had dropped by 10 mph, from 45 to 35, and the defendant was cited for going 44 because he thought the limit was 45. The current law states that if they are going to decrease speed limit, they must have a report from traffic engineers explaining why, be it to reduce the number of accidents or because of road construction or the like. The defense was able to show that the city had no reason for changing the speed limit, and because they didn't have a legitimate reason, the speed limit wasn't lawfully allowed to be changed, and the speed limit, although posted at 35, was still, in fact, 45. Basically, it was just a lot of bickering between the two lawyers, although they only spoke through the judge. I laughed out loud, however, when the defense attorney, after being chastised by the judge for trying to delay the case, retorted with the fact that he, like everyone else present, was at the courthouse at 8:30, and that the judge didn't even take the bench until 9:35. Surprisingly, the judge accepted what the guy said, although he did say that he was at the courthouse at 8:30 as well, just that he was dealing with some other things in his chambers. By the end of the whole thing, however, the defense created some doubt in the judge's mind because a report the prosecution used to show just cause for the limit change was shown to be false by another report the defense presented which was issued by the same agency (Department of Transportation.) Basically, it looked to me that the defense was going to win their case, but since the judge decided to recess until tomorrow to give the prosecution time to research the defenses contradictory report, I guess I'll never really know. In all, however, it was quite the learning experience and somewhat entertaining.

PEOPLE'S COURT

The judge then proceeded to hear the traffic court cases one by one. The officer and the defendant each would sit, and the officer would talk give the very general details - the when, where, and why. He would also give some extra details which would help prove his case that he was correct to give the ticket. The judge would then ask for the defendant's story, and basically try to find holes in their stories. Although the burden of proof was on the officer, it seemed like most of the time it was the defendant who screwed himself over by giving a story and then giving a different story when asked questions by the judge. I've decided to comment on some of the more interesting/bizarre cases of the roughly twenty or so that I saw.

The very first case of the day was thrown out because the defendant had his friend show up for him. When the judge asked the man if he was the one who in fact received the ticket, the man answered yes. The defendant was about 5'9", 190-200 pounds, and in his mid 40's. On the citation, the man was 5' even, 140 lbs, and about 25 years of age. Things didn't match up, even though the defendant still claimed he was the one who received the citation, at which point the entire court, including the judge, burst out in laughter. It was ridiculous. The judge dismissed the case and issued a warrant for the real offender.

Another case involved a speeding violation. The guy was doing 65 down Crenshaw (a 35 zone) and claimed he should be acquitted because, at the time, his speedometer was broken! In addition to being ridiculous, he was only 12 years old! The judge made him pay a crapload of money, and he's now not allowed to drive until he's 18. Keep Compton safe, Judge Ross!

Another woman claimed - through a court-appointed interpreter - that at the time of the citation, she was trying to tell the officer that the kids whom he was citing no child seats for, weren't hers. He, obviously, cited her anyway after the driver told him that they were her children. Her entire defense lay on the simple fact that she doesn't speak English and that because of that, she shouldn't have been given the ticket. The citation, by the way, was in late May. When the officer responded to her arguments in court, she burst out with a, "THAT'S NOT TRUE!!" At this point, I started cracking up, and the judge asked her if she understood everything the officer had just said. She responded, "Yes, I did, your honor." At this point the judge asked the translator to go home and eventually found the woman guilty. And, just so you know, of the six people who needed a translator today, only one of them actually couldn't speak English. Tax money hard at work, my friends.

The last case I'll comment on involved a guy who was just plain lying, but unfortunately wasn't able to be convicted. The citing officer had been a part of the force for over 25 years, but because he's always been a patrol man and had never been assigned to traffic, and had written less than five tickets in HIS ENTIRE CAREER! He estimated the defendant going 40 mph when traffic conditions were bad due to a double-parked semi and road construction, effectively giving plausibility to the reduced 25 mph speed limit. Since he didn't have proof at the time, he claimed that he told the defendant to slow down when he passed the patrol car. When the defendant didn't obey, he was pulled over for going 35 in a 25. The defendant claimed that first of all, he wasn't speeding, and that secondly, he didn't hear the officer. When questioned further by the judge, he said that he didn't slow down because he didn't think the officer was talking to him. Idiot. After realizing his slip up, he let the judge know that he's been driving for five years and has never been pulled over for speeding, obviously proud of his accomplishment. This brought some more laughter to the court, as the judge commented, "If you told me that you've been driving since 1962 and had never been pulled over, I would be impressed. Personally, I wouldn't brag start bragging until I could legally take a drink." Like I said before, because the officer had so little experience and had no evidence that the kid was traveling at the speed the officer thought he was, the judge had to find the defendant not-guilty, even though he was obviously lying. I felt bad for the officer, but it was fun watching the kid get owned by the judge.

THE PEOPLE v. MCCONNELL

It was finally my turn, but when the judge called my name at just a few minutes past noon. I had the entire event already planned out in my head.

JUDGE ROSS OFFICER BARRETTDAN MCCONNELL

Court is now in session for the People v McConnell, Officer Barrett, please proceed.

Thank-you your Honor. On April 1st, 2004, at 11:15 pm, pursuant to Section 4829.3 of the Los Angeles penal code, I cited the defendant for making a right turn from eastbound 23rd street to the southbound 110 exit towards Adams on a red light, when the posted sign says such a maneuver is not lawful. He was driving a beige Ford Focus and was alone at the time, and after being pulled over, was quite cooperative. He told me that he had taken that turn many times before and never knew there was such a sign posted there at that intersection.

Is the citation compliant with the City of Los Angeles?

Yes, your Honor, it is.

Thank-you officer. Is there anything else?

No sir.

Mr. McConnell...

Good morning, Judge Ross. In addition to being a full-time student at, I work a part-time job for the University of Southern California. I drive for the University as a safety escort for USC students, faculty, and staff from campus locations to residences. Our coverage area is about two square miles, and on the night of the incident, I was working as a Campus Cruiser. I approached the intersection with caution, looking to my left for on-coming traffic as I knew I would be making a right-turn on a red light. Because it was so late, there was no traffic coming off of the freeway, and so after stopping, I made a right turn, saw the patrol car, and proceeded until I was pulled over just before Adams. I was quite confused because I was under that assumption that I had done everything correct, in terms of obeying the red light. An officer of Asian decent first came to the car and told me what I had done wrong while collecting my license the car's registration and insurance information. Officer Barrett came back with the citation and I went on my way. I am here today for two reasons. First, I would like my case to be dismissed. Second, I would like the placement of the sign moved.

Your Honor, on the night of the incident, the sign was not visible due to the fact that the branches of a large tree completely obstructed the sign. In July, the branches were trimmed back to make the sign more visible, but on the night of the incident, they covered the sign completely.

Officer, is this true?

I don't think so.

Your Honor, if I may, I would like to submit a photograph I took a few hours after the incident occurred. (I then give the photo at the start of this entry to the bailiff.) As you can see, the trees covers the sign completely at a distance of about 100 feet. The sign is then not visible until about 15 feet from the intersection. The problem with this is, if one does not know the sign is there and the light is red, one will look left to see if there is any on-coming traffic so that they can make a right-turn on the red light. By the time they are at the intersection, the sign is actually slightly BEHIND them, making it impossible for them to see the sign while at the intersection.

Officer, would you dispute the validity of the photograph?

Your honor, because there is no date on the photo, how can we be sure this was taken on the night of the incident?

Your honor, may I submit another photo, this one taken by satellite imagery (the one below is like the one I labeled) on March 29th, 2004. You can see the tree's immense height due to the large shadow that the tree has cast onto 23rd Street compared to the shadows cast by other things such as cars. The dated picture doesn't show the branches in front of the sign, but gives credibility to the fact that the tree is proportionally broad as it is tall, and that it is possible that branches were in front of the sign on the night of the incident, only a week after this picture was taken.

...Judge looks over the photos for a moment as he thinks to himself...

Is there anything else?

Yes. I assume that the sign was placed there to prevent accidents and keep drivers safe, but I think the current location does not facilitate this. With the assumption that you have the authority to make such a change possible, I think the sign should be moved across the street. Possibly on the traffic light itself, so that anyone at that intersection is sure to see the sign. That is all your Honor.

Officer, would you like to comment?

No, your Honor.

Mr. McConnell, you been successful in creating a reasonable doubt in my mind over the validity of this citation and therefore, I am acquitting you of the charges. You handled your case perfectly and are the perfect defendant. If you ever choose to go into law, you have my recommendation and my job when you pass the bar. It would be an honor and pleasure to work beside you in governing this state's court system. Simply brilliant. Case dismissed!

Ok, so like I said before, that was what I imagined...none of it actually happened. What did happen was when the judge called my name, none of the officers followed me to sit before the judge. I thought it was weird, because if my officer hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have had to sit there for four extra hours. The judge then called on the officer by name, because he knew the guy had to be there too. At this point a CHP officer stood up with quite the bewildered look upon his face and said he was at court for another case and didn't know he was there for mine as well. The judge gave him a moment to look over the citation, while I waited anxiously in the defendant's seat. After a minute or so, the officer told the judge, and I quote from my notes, "I remember writing the ticket, but there is only one sign posted, so I don't really think it's a fair citation." WTF!!? For a second, I thought he was pulling an 8-mile, but then realized that I was going to go home scot-free. The judge had this look on his face which was like, I've never seen anything like this before...YOU want to throw out the case after writing the ticket yourself?! I also thought it pretty ridiculous because the officer was basically admitting that he was writing tickets that he shouldn't write in hopes that people wouldn't challenge them and the city would get their money. I thought about saying something at the time, but decided that it wouldn't be appropriate right before the judge was about to, figuratively, give me my $143 back. I was very happy that I was off, but somewhat disappointed that I didn't get to present my case, or my photos, or bait the officer into admitting that writing a ticket for that sign isn't fair. The judge said they'd mail me a check, but not to expect it for about six to eight weeks eight weeks.

Merry Christmas to you too, Judge Ross!


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Wednesday, November 3

US Puzzle Championship

This one's for all the dorks out there who, like myself, enjoy a good brain bender every now and again.

I was surfing the web yesterday and found a page on the World Puzzle Championships that are held every year. The United States won this year, and this is your chance to be invited to join the team for the championships next summer!

After solving the problems on the practice and official tests from last year, proceed to the registration page to hold your spot for the 2005 US Championship Test to be administered next May.

Now, if only I could find a way to get this excited about my Psyc essay...


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Tuesday, November 2

Politically "Uncool"

So, I was at Wendy's today, enjoying an ice cold Frostee (TM) where I overheard a student talking to, I assume, one of his friends. He was really excited while narrating to his peer the experience he had during his very first Presidential vote cast. He then proceeded to question his friend on what his time at the poll was like, until it became apparent that his friend had not bothered to vote. At this point, the young man then chastised his friend for being politically apathetic and basically told him to get up right then and there and go down to Marks on campus to cast a ballot.

I don't know if it's because I'm in college or what, but I have never felt this kind of excitement during an election period before. Maybe it's the because I'm in an age group who's never voted before and they're all excited about it, maybe it's because of the prevalence of the internet, or maybe it's because of the events these past four years, but for the first time in a long time, I feel as if it's very "uncool" to be apathetic about politics. Just take a look at some of the away message my friends have put up for the night...

"so it looks as if our country is in the hands of a moron - what can you do about it but sleep it off and hope that no more of our troops die in a pointless was in Iraq. obviously our country doesn't care about the rights of the individual and the pointless deaths of americans. it's a sad time to be an american, and i hope this country comes to realize what a mistake it was to REelect a fuckin idiot to office. 'night"

"GO OHIO, GO FLORIDA, GO BUSH!!"

"In the living room watching election coverage...1 shot for every blue state!"

"George won... get over it CNN. Stop making up color codes. Get a life. To the rest of you limp wristed liberals...you know where you can stick it"
"It looks like W is being reelected. See you in basic training."
And, my favorite...

"election party!!"
Unfortunately, I think it's just my environment. According to the US Census Bureau, there are nearly 218 million eligible voters. It seems that nearly 116 million people came out and actually voted this year, or only about 53% of the eligible population, a decrease from the nearly 60% of eligibles that turned out in the year 2000!

If only everyone in this country had a friend like the Wendy's kid.


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Monday, November 1

First Post

Well, I finally caved in and got one of these things. I actually still claim that I was ahead of the trend when I created The Danasty exactly twenty-nine months ago today, but this is actually probably a lot simpler and although not as complete, easier for people to read. Which brings me to my next point...

I don't quite understand the reason for these things. I suppose I decided to register for one of these online journals so that I could have a means preserving my thoughts for years. Since I'm more inclined to lose a note pad than an internet, I figured this would be the best way. However, I want these to be my thoughts, not my thoughts that have been edited because I know other people might be reading them. Like everyone else in this world, I put up a front to mask how imperfect my life really is. It's quite unfortunate, but I don't want to become vulnerable to others actually knowing what's really going on. Only one person in my life ever really truly knew who I was, but that relationship died along with The Danasty.

I see this archive taking one of three different paths over the course of its life. I'd like to write freely about the people and situations that affect my life, but because I'm too concerned with other people's feelings, I may write about things and not let anyone ever know about this. More realistically, I'll probably tell people about it - since I can't keep my own personal information very personal - and publish whatever I think whenever I think it, at falsity's expense. Who am I kidding? After a month's time, it'll probably be just like the bullshit I tell people now, only in written form.
I'll let you know what direction it's actually taken next month. [EDIT: Ok, after speaking with a friend about what I meant here, I've decided to clarify. This is not going to be used as a gossip column, however, sometimes I have things that happen in my life which involve other people. I'm not planning to talk about the people, but rather the situations. Things will be general, and many times, you might not even know what I'm talking about. Like I said before, this 'journal' of sorts is to perserve my thoughts and the events in my life, it's just that I don't mind if others read it.]

Also, I couldn't come up with a title for this thing. After deciding to a use combo of personal traits, I chose to definitely use Enthusiastic. After thinking about it for like 35 minutes, I was going to jokingly name it Enthusiastically Bland or Enthusiastically Uncreative, but I'm not a negative person, so that didn't fly. Then I thought about Charmingly Enthusiastic, but thought that might reflect too much of the egotist in me. Hmm, now that I think about it, I think I like Simply Enthusiastically Optimistic.....haha, too many syllables. I'm happy with this, for now.

That's enough.


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