Andrew and I had a fun weekend in Washington.
We stayed with Andrew’s friend, Paul, one of Andrew’s law school roommates. Paul was an excellent host.
Paul lives in Bethesda. He met us at the airport, which was totally unnecessary, and we all took the subway to Bethesda. We had dinner out Friday night and returned to Paul’s apartment, where we sat up talking until 1:00 a.m.
Saturday was a museum day. We started at The National Gallery Of Art and we viewed the Edward Hopper exhibition first thing. Although practically every major Hopper canvas was part of the exhibition, we all found the exhibition to be very disappointing. Hopper had a very narrow range. After viewing about eight Hopper paintings, I found the paintings to be positively irritating. He was a “niche” painter, and worked very well within his chosen niche, but he was not a universal artist capable of painting anything.
Most of the best-known paintings were at the end of the exhibition, and it was a mistake to place the more interesting paintings at the end. Exhibition-goers were tired by then, and devoted less time to examining the late paintings than examining the early, lesser works. This is always a problem when exhibitions are organized around a chronological theme.
Andrew pointed out that comprehensive exhibitions work best when organized around a non-chronological theme, especially for artists who get better and better with age. The comprehensive Caspar David Friedrich exhibition we attended in Hamburg last year was a good example of an exhibition that rigorously avoided chronology. With 140 Friedrich paintings in the exhibition, the displays were organized around various themes, resulting in great masterpieces being present in each room from first to last. Viewer attention never waned.
The Hopper paintings I liked best were the Cape Cod painting with the collie, the filling station painting, and the painting of a sailing party. All three paintings were from 1939 and 1940. “Night Hawks”, from 1942, was nowhere near as fascinating in person as I had expected. In person, that painting was overshadowed by several other paintings in the same room, which surprised me. Although “Night Hawks” may be the quintessential Hopper painting, it is not the best.
Midway through the exhibition, we sat through an inane 15-minute film about Hopper, narrated by Steve Martin, who sounded as if he had marbles in his mouth. We could not keep ourselves from giggling, and we laughed uncontrollably throughout the film.
All in all, the Hopper exhibition was very disappointing.
From The National Gallery we walked across the Mall to the Air And Space Museum. The Air and Space Museum is a great museum, and we had a great time ambling through the displays. It is easy to understand why this museum is so popular. The displays are wonderful, the use of space is wonderful, the organization of the museum is wonderful, and the items on display are wonderful. The museum was full of families, and they clearly were having a ball, parents and kids alike. It lent the museum a joyous, festive atmosphere. We had a ball, too.
We ate lunch in the Air And Space Museum, and we stayed until 3:00 p.m., when we returned to The National Gallery Of Art to view the J.M.W. Turner exhibition.
I was diffident about seeing more Turner paintings, since I had had my fill of Turner in London. However, four rooms into the exhibition, we began seeing some of the giant and historic marine paintings, and from that point forward I began to get hooked, at least on the marine paintings. We had not seen any Turner naval paintings from The Napoleonic Wars while we were in London, and several of these paintings were stupendous (a couple of them were actually loaned from Tate Britain, but they had not been on display at Tate Britain during our visit there).
One of the naval paintings from The Napoleonic Wars was the largest work Turner ever painted. It was a magnificent and beautiful painting, but even better were two other paintings that were slightly smaller: a painting of Copenhagen Harbor, representing the aftermath of the British Navy’s capture of the Danish Fleet so that it would not fall into the hands of the French Navy; and a painting of The Battle Of Trafalgar, representing the moment immediately after Admiral Lord Nelson had been mortally wounded. These were stirring canvases, and I am very glad that we went to see this exhibition.
We all liked the marine paintings so much that, when we had completed our tour of the exhibition, we went back to the entrance and went through the exhibition a second time.
I am still diffident about most Turner paintings. His landscapes do not do much for me, and I think his history paintings are unsuccessful, and the Venice paintings do not appeal to me at all. However, I liked a few of his watercolors on display in Washington, especially a watercolor of The Tower Of London painted from The Thames.
I was surprised that one Turner painting I had seen in September looked completely different ten weeks later. “Norwich Castle, Sunrise” had fascinated me in London. It did not fascinate me at all in Washington. Andrew said the difference was in how the painting was lighted. In London, the painting had been lighted indirectly, and the colors emerged vividly from across the room and from a direct, close-up view of the painting. In Washington, the painting was lighted with a spotlight, and the spotlight somehow drained the painting of its color and richness.
When we were finished with the Turner paintings, we went back to Paul’s apartment. On the way, we stopped at a food store, because Andrew planned to do some cooking Saturday night for Paul. Andrew had been the house cook during the three years he and Paul and two other roommates had shared an apartment on Capitol Hill, and Paul had grown accustomed to Andrew’s cooking and he has missed it since law school ended.
While Andrew cooked, we all watched the Big Twelve Championship Game. All three of us wanted to watch the game, but Andrew and Paul would have insisted upon watching the game anyway, even if they truly had not wanted to, because they knew how much the game meant to me.
The Sooners whipped Missouri, 38-17, in what truly was not much of a challenge. The Sooners jumped out to an early lead, but Missouri tied things up late in the first half, 14-14. The second half was all Oklahoma. Missouri, entering the game ranked number one in the nation, did not even look like it belonged on the same field as the Sooners.
Andrew cooked up a storm while we watched the game. Paul only has one oven in his kitchen, and Andrew used the oven to roast two stuffed chickens. On the stove, Andrew cooked a pot roast on one back burner, boiled chicken on another back burner, and he used the two front burners to make Wiener Schnitzel and hot Viennese potato salad, which we ate for dinner. Paul loves all of these foods, and for the rest of the week he will be able to choose pot roast, roasted chicken or boiled chicken for his dinner.
On Sunday, we went to the Holocaust Museum. None of us had ever visited the Holocaust Museum, despite years of living in Washington.
The Holocaust Museum is not so much a museum as a history center. It takes viewers on a photographic and video journey from the late 1920’s to the end of World War II, telling the story of the destruction of Europe’s Jewish population. The displays involved photographs and short film clips, but very little else.
All three of us have read so many histories about the events portrayed in the museum that we did not come across anything we had not already encountered countless times before. We were disappointed that we did not discover something new.
It took us almost three hours to go through the four levels of permanent displays. We examined every single exhibit and we stopped and watched every single film.
When we were done, all three of us decided that the museum should be torn down and rebuilt from scratch. It is a lousy, lousy museum. It may be the worst museum I have ever visited.
The building is a very bad building, poorly designed and constructed of cheap materials inside and out. The exhibition spaces are poorly designed, the exhibitions do not flow coherently and logically from one to another, and the passageways for visitors are far too narrow. The cramped presentation areas are positively irritating because there is so much wasted space in the building, space that should have been devoted to the exhibition areas.
Further, traffic flow into the building is fatally deficient. Visitors approaching the building are corralled into a waiting line along the side of the building. Once inside the building, visitors must submit themselves to an airport-style security screening and are then corralled to a bank of elevators, where they must take a slow elevator to the top of the building and proceed downward through the building from there.
This means that, before visitors even gain entrance to a meaningful part of the building, they have already surmounted three exhausting visitor lines: outside the front door, inside the front door, and at the elevator bank inside the entrance. I have never seen such a ridiculous scheme to enter a public building in my life. As Andrew said to Paul and me while we were waiting in line, “It’s easier to break into a Federal Court House than to get into this building”.
None of this would be important if the exhibits had been better. However, the exhibits were amateur, which made the whole experience very unpleasant. Before visiting the museum, I had anticipated that visitors would be extremely moved throughout the whole museum experience. Instead, people appeared to be bored out of their minds and were simply strolling through the exhibits as if they could not get out of the building quickly enough. I understood exactly how they felt.
This was the second totally inept American history museum Andrew and I had visited in not much more than a month (we, along with Andrew’s brothers, had visited the Ellis Island immigration museum over Columbus Day). The Ellis Island immigration museum is an embarrassment for all Americans, and so is the Holocaust Museum. As a nation, we should be ashamed, collectively, that we cannot present history better than this.
Why cannot Americans do history museums at an acceptable standard? Is it some national character flaw? Is something missing in the American psyche? Or are we simply not producing competent curators?
When Andrew and I were in London in September, we had visited The Imperial War Museum. We only spent one afternoon at the IWM, but it was clear, entering the main rotunda, that this was a museum that totally had its act together.
We spent that afternoon viewing a handful of paintings in the art galleries and visiting a special exhibition, “The Children’s War”, which examined the events of World War II from the perspectives of children. We did not visit any other portion of the IWM during our visit, including the IWM Holocaust exhibit.
However, “The Children’s War” was a case study in how a history exhibition should be organized and presented. It was informative, scholarly, entertaining and attractive. It was organized coherently and designed beautifully. The “presentation” was at the highest possible level of artistry and taste. It was everything the Holocaust Museum in Washington was not.
Apparently it IS possible to organize an excellent Holocaust exhibition. In 2005, Andrew and his middle brother had spent ten full days exploring the entire Imperial War Museum, from soup to nuts, and during this time they had visited the Holocaust exhibition at the IWM. The Holocaust exhibition at the IWM occupies two floors of the giant IWM building, and it took Andrew and his brother four hours alone simply to get through the first floor of the Holocaust exhibition. They were so moved (and disturbed) by what they had seen on the first floor that they had to leave the museum and return on another day in order to view the second floor of the Holocaust exhibition (which took them another four hours to get through).
According to Andrew, the Holocaust exhibition at the IWM is the best Holocaust exhibition he has ever seen, even better than similar exhibitions at the Invalides in Paris or at Vienna’s Imperial War Museum. In addition to photographs and films, which it has aplenty, London’s IWM has countless artifacts and mementoes that survived the destruction of the war. These items enrich and supplement the photographs and films on display at the IWM, all of which were vastly superior to those on display in Washington.
Perhaps at some point in time the Holocaust Museum in Washington will get its act together, and completely redesign its interior spaces and install exhibits worthy of its subject. As it is now, the museum is irredeemably cheap and inartful. Andrew says it is a bargain-basement version of the IWM Holocaust exhibit, and a dumbed-down bargain-basement version to boot, clearly devised for an audience of morons.
After we finished the Holocaust Museum, we walked around the Mall for a couple of hours, even though it was quite cold by Washington standards. We walked around The Washington Monument and we walked over to The World War II Memorial, which looks uncomfortably close to an Albert Speer creation. The whole thing gave us the creeps. Even the ridiculously-oversized eagles looked as if they had been borrowed from Hitler’s reviewing stand at Nuremberg! All three of us were appalled.
After wandering around the World War II abomination for a while, we walked over to The Lincoln Memorial, which is genuinely a beautiful, dignified and noble place. The Lincoln Memorial is my favorite Washington monument, and it was good to see it again. It cleansed us of our discomfort over the World War II monstrosity.
From The Lincoln Memorial, we walked to the Smithsonian Museum Of American Art. It was a very, very long walk and we were freezing by the time we arrived.
At the museum, we viewed only one exhibition, the exhibition about Spain and its ties to the U.S. during the Revolutionary Period. The exhibition was mostly paintings, all of which were portraits. There were a few historic documents on display, too, but it was primarily an exhibition of portraits. Before visiting the exhibition, we somehow had the notion that the exhibition would include historic and military artifacts, too, but it was almost solely a portrait exhibition. We were not disappointed, however, to see such a fine assortment of historic portraits.
The most famous paintings on display were Duplessis’s legendary portrait of Benjamin Franklin and Goya’s full-length portrait of Ferdinand VII, who was unmistakably portrayed as the madman he unmistakably was. It is an eerie and chilling portrait.
The exhibition was not particularly large, and it took us little more than an hour to view the portraits to our satisfaction. It was a nice exhibition, all in all, and I am glad we had an opportunity to view it.
From the Smithsonian Museum Of American Art, we went to get a bite to eat, after which it was time for us to head to the airport.
It was good seeing Paul again, and it was fun spending 48 hours in Washington. However, returning to Washington for the first time in 18 months simply reminded me why I never liked Washington in the first place. It is an odd, almost artificial city. It is the most transient city in the U.S., and there is something oddly impersonal and even uncomfortable about the place. Shorn of its museums and monuments, there would be nothing worth seeing there except the two giant cathedrals and the Dulles Airport terminal.
Given the weather in Minneapolis, Andrew and I had anticipated a delayed flight for our trip home. We need not have worried, because our flight departed Washington six minutes earlier than scheduled and landed in Minneapolis eight minutes earlier than scheduled.
Andrew had kept an eye on the Minneapolis weather while we were in Washington. Andrew had been concerned about the snow, knowing that he would not be in town to remove his parents’ snowfall. It snowed about six inches in all over the weekend, but Andrew’s father had no trouble removing the snow because Andrew’s brothers had affixed the snow shovel to his tractor over Thanksgiving week. Andrew’s father was able to clear the driveway with no trouble, but he did have to shovel the front walkway and sidewalk.
Tonight Andrew’s mother is having us over for dinner. She wants to hear about the art exhibitions we visited in Washington. Moreover, she and Andrew’s father want to see Andrew and me, because they have not seen us since the Sunday after Thanksgiving.
It sounds like we will be having pot roast. I can go for that.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Weekend In Washington
Andrew and I are going to Washington this weekend. It will be our first time back in Washington since the early summer of 2006, shortly after our graduations.
Neither of us misses the place, especially me. I hated Washington.
It will only be a 48-hour trip for us. We are going to D.C. in order to visit one of Andrew’s former roommates, who remained in Washington after law school. We will fly out early tomorrow evening and return late Sunday night.
We plan to visit a few museums, mostly. We definitely plan to visit the Holocaust Museum and the Air and Space Museum.
There are also three temporary art exhibitions in Washington that we may try to visit. One is an Edward Hopper exhibition at The National Gallery Of Art. The second is a J.M.W. Turner exhibition at The National Gallery. The third is at The Smithsonian Museum Of American Art: an exhibition about Spain and its ties with the United States during the Revolutionary Period. The latter exhibition includes seven Goya paintings, privately owned, that are very rarely loaned, as well as numerous other paintings, all portraits, by Gilbert Stuart, Joseph-Siffred Duplessis, the great Anton Raphael Mengs (a painter almost totally unknown in the United States) and others.
I am not especially keen to view another round of Turner paintings, since we spent half a day in September wading through the world’s largest collection of Turner paintings at Tate Britain. I do not understand Turner, and I do not respond to his works.
Andrew is not a big fan of Turner, either, but the Washington exhibition includes about 80 Turner paintings we have never seen, including an entire series of Turner’s marine paintings portraying naval events from The Napoleonic Wars. Many of these are privately owned, or seldom on view at their home museums, and Andrew and I may never have another chance to see these masterworks again—and certainly never have another chance to see them all at one time in one location.
A friend of Andrew’s who was an art history major told us that the exhibition is a must-see, an unforgettable experience. She GUARANTEED that we will love the marine paintings if nothing else.
We may have to hold her to her word.
Neither of us misses the place, especially me. I hated Washington.
It will only be a 48-hour trip for us. We are going to D.C. in order to visit one of Andrew’s former roommates, who remained in Washington after law school. We will fly out early tomorrow evening and return late Sunday night.
We plan to visit a few museums, mostly. We definitely plan to visit the Holocaust Museum and the Air and Space Museum.
There are also three temporary art exhibitions in Washington that we may try to visit. One is an Edward Hopper exhibition at The National Gallery Of Art. The second is a J.M.W. Turner exhibition at The National Gallery. The third is at The Smithsonian Museum Of American Art: an exhibition about Spain and its ties with the United States during the Revolutionary Period. The latter exhibition includes seven Goya paintings, privately owned, that are very rarely loaned, as well as numerous other paintings, all portraits, by Gilbert Stuart, Joseph-Siffred Duplessis, the great Anton Raphael Mengs (a painter almost totally unknown in the United States) and others.
I am not especially keen to view another round of Turner paintings, since we spent half a day in September wading through the world’s largest collection of Turner paintings at Tate Britain. I do not understand Turner, and I do not respond to his works.
Andrew is not a big fan of Turner, either, but the Washington exhibition includes about 80 Turner paintings we have never seen, including an entire series of Turner’s marine paintings portraying naval events from The Napoleonic Wars. Many of these are privately owned, or seldom on view at their home museums, and Andrew and I may never have another chance to see these masterworks again—and certainly never have another chance to see them all at one time in one location.
A friend of Andrew’s who was an art history major told us that the exhibition is a must-see, an unforgettable experience. She GUARANTEED that we will love the marine paintings if nothing else.
We may have to hold her to her word.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
A Case Of Academic Plagiarism
A university student on the West Coast lifted, verbatim, twelve paragraphs from Andrew’s blog and inserted them into a seminar paper. The paragraphs lifted from Andrew’s blog involved a history book Andrew had discussed.
The professor teaching the course sent Andrew an email message this morning, asking Andrew whether Andrew had written the paragraphs himself, which of course Andrew had. Apparently the student who borrowed Andrew’s text and thoughts—a senior majoring in history at a VERY distinguished university, and an honors student—had claimed, once he was caught, that Andrew had stolen the text from HIM. The student told the professor that he had written a large portion of his seminar paper last summer, and that Andrew had somehow obtained a copy of it and posted portions of it on his blog.
After an exchange of email messages, the professor asked Andrew whether he might telephone Andrew. Andrew consented to talk to the professor. The professor phoned Andrew at his office, and asked Andrew whether he would be willing, if it proved necessary, to sign an affidavit concerning the authorship of the blog entry in question. Andrew said he would sign an affidavit if it became necessary.
The professor said that an affidavit would probably not be needed, because if the student continued to insist that he was the author of the words, the professor would “kick the matter upstairs” and allow an academic committee to rule on the issue—and that the student would have a hard time explaining why he had adopted Andrew’s unique writing style for the twelve lifted paragraphs in his seminar paper, and those twelve paragraphs alone.
The professor told Andrew that, in cases like this, students generally revise their story after a couple of days. They figure out that it is better to confess to their professor than to have the matter referred to an academic committee for appropriate findings and action.
The professor teaching the course sent Andrew an email message this morning, asking Andrew whether Andrew had written the paragraphs himself, which of course Andrew had. Apparently the student who borrowed Andrew’s text and thoughts—a senior majoring in history at a VERY distinguished university, and an honors student—had claimed, once he was caught, that Andrew had stolen the text from HIM. The student told the professor that he had written a large portion of his seminar paper last summer, and that Andrew had somehow obtained a copy of it and posted portions of it on his blog.
After an exchange of email messages, the professor asked Andrew whether he might telephone Andrew. Andrew consented to talk to the professor. The professor phoned Andrew at his office, and asked Andrew whether he would be willing, if it proved necessary, to sign an affidavit concerning the authorship of the blog entry in question. Andrew said he would sign an affidavit if it became necessary.
The professor said that an affidavit would probably not be needed, because if the student continued to insist that he was the author of the words, the professor would “kick the matter upstairs” and allow an academic committee to rule on the issue—and that the student would have a hard time explaining why he had adopted Andrew’s unique writing style for the twelve lifted paragraphs in his seminar paper, and those twelve paragraphs alone.
The professor told Andrew that, in cases like this, students generally revise their story after a couple of days. They figure out that it is better to confess to their professor than to have the matter referred to an academic committee for appropriate findings and action.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
The Loot
Desk Clock (my parents)
Book (my mother)
Book (my father)
Necktie (Shelby)
Necktie (Jason)
A Gift Certificate To Ruby Tuesday (my half-siblings)
Wooden Postal Sorting Box (my aunt and uncle from Dallas)
Letter Opener (my aunt and uncle from Norman)
Mouse And Mouse Pad (my aunt and uncle from Enid)
Pen And Pencil Set (my aunt and uncle from El Reno)
2008 Wall Calendar Sampler (my aunt and uncle from Oklahoma City)
Magazine Subscription (my cousin in Saint Louis)
Framed Print (Andrew’s parents)
Book (Alec)
Book (Lizbeth)
Key Chain (Tim)
Book (Alex)
Tennis Racket (Andrew)
Pen And Pencil Set (my office)
Not a bad haul, I’d say.
I think I noticed a couple of themes. First, it appears that people want Andrew and me to put something up on the walls of our apartment! Second, it appears that people think that our computer desk could benefit from a few accessories!
I had a lovely birthday celebration.
Book (my mother)
Book (my father)
Necktie (Shelby)
Necktie (Jason)
A Gift Certificate To Ruby Tuesday (my half-siblings)
Wooden Postal Sorting Box (my aunt and uncle from Dallas)
Letter Opener (my aunt and uncle from Norman)
Mouse And Mouse Pad (my aunt and uncle from Enid)
Pen And Pencil Set (my aunt and uncle from El Reno)
2008 Wall Calendar Sampler (my aunt and uncle from Oklahoma City)
Magazine Subscription (my cousin in Saint Louis)
Framed Print (Andrew’s parents)
Book (Alec)
Book (Lizbeth)
Key Chain (Tim)
Book (Alex)
Tennis Racket (Andrew)
Pen And Pencil Set (my office)
Not a bad haul, I’d say.
I think I noticed a couple of themes. First, it appears that people want Andrew and me to put something up on the walls of our apartment! Second, it appears that people think that our computer desk could benefit from a few accessories!
I had a lovely birthday celebration.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Our Weekend
Our weekend was a lot of fun.
Friday night after work, Andrew and I drove to MSP to collect his brother from Denver and we delivered him, along with ourselves, to Andrew’s parents’ house. We arrived just as Andrew’s nephew was being put to bed, and it was good to see him for a couple of minutes. His mother said that he had greatly missed us all week!
We had pot roast for dinner Friday night. It was a late dinner, because Andrew’s mother had held dinner until we arrived. The pot roast hit the spot. We also ate mashed potatoes, homemade stewed tomatoes, green beans and corn. For dessert, we had blueberry pie.
After dinner, we just sat around for what remained of the evening. Everyone seemed to be of a mind to turn in early, and everyone did.
It’s starting to get cold here, and I am not into cold weather. Unlike Andrew, I was not born into it, and cold weather sometimes bothers me.
It was cold Friday night—I noticed it at the airport during our walk from the parking area to the terminal—and it was really cold Saturday morning. It will get much, much colder later in the winter, but the cold on Saturday morning really hit me hard.
I got up with Andrew in order to take the dog to the park, but we had only walked two blocks when I started shivering and my teeth started chattering. Andrew sent me home.
I was glad to go back.
When I returned to the house, I did not go back to bed. Instead, I made coffee and hot oatmeal and waited for Andrew and the dog to return. When they returned, Andrew and I gave the dog his cereal and we ate the hot oatmeal and waited for his nephew to wake up.
Andrew’s nephew didn’t wake up at his normal time, however. He slept until a few minutes past 7:00 a.m., by which point others were starting to get up, too.
Everyone congregated in the kitchen to eat cereal and fruit, and then everyone went to get ready for the day.
When everyone reassembled in the kitchen, Andrew made breakfast. He made omelets with ham and cream and different cheeses, and cubed fried potatoes with onion and green pepper. Andrew makes a stunning breakfast, and his omelets and breakfast potatoes were stunning. We ate our breakfast with raisin bread, which Andrew’s mother had made on Friday. Andrew’s nephew ate some omelet, too, and he loved it.
We just hung around the house Saturday morning until it was time to go to the game. Andrew’s mother made us eat homemade chicken noodle soup at 11:30 a.m., and at noon we were off.
The game did not start until 2:30 p.m., but we had to allow plenty of time to fight traffic and to contend with parking bollixes.
Minnesota lost, as expected, but the Golden Gophers gave Wisconsin a great game. This was probably the best Minnesota game of the entire season, and we were lucky to have selected this game as the only one this season to attend. Minnesota tends to play well at home against Wisconsin, which is why we chose this game, and that pattern held true to form this year.
Minnesota had a halftime lead, 13-10, and the game was tied, 20-20, going into the fourth quarter. The final quarter was an offensive free-for-all: five touchdowns, in all, were scored in the final fifteen minutes. Only two of those touchdowns were scored by Minnesota, alas, so Wisconsin won, 41-34. Nevertheless, the outcome of the game was in doubt until the final minute, so we certainly got our money’s worth—as well as a much better game than we had expected.
Andrew’s brothers, especially, were happy to attend the Wisconsin game, because the annual Minnesota/Wisconsin match-up is a century-long rivalry game, and they were pleased that they could make this game a part of their Thanksgiving week.
Owing to traffic, we did not get back to Andrew’s parents’ house until 7:45 p.m. For the second night in a row, we walked in the door only a few minutes before it was bedtime for Andrew’s nephew—and, for the second night in a row, we had a late dinner.
We had a good dinner Saturday night: stuffed pork chops, escalloped cheddar potatoes, lima beans, carrots and homemade applesauce. For dessert, we ate apple-cranberry cookies.
After dinner, we watched the remainder of the Oklahoma/Texas Tech game. It was very sad.
The game was already on when we arrived home, and Texas Tech had a 13-7 lead at the time. However, the Oklahoma quarterback (whose statistics are the best in the country) had suffered a concussion just a few minutes into the game, and the back-up Oklahoma quarterback had to step in. The back-up quarterback had a hard time getting untracked. It was a painful night, as things developed, because a very good Texas Tech team took advantage of the Oklahoma starting quarterback’s absence and built a 34-10 lead early in the third quarter.
Then, even without their starting quarterback, the Sooners came storming back. The Sooners scored the final 24 points of the game, but the officials took away seven of those points, ruling a touchdown catch incomplete (although the replay, from all angles, showed that the pass had in fact been caught). The result: a final score of Texas Tech 34, Oklahoma 27.
The game should have gone into overtime. Further, the momentum had shifted in favor of the Sooners, who would have been favored in the overtime. The Sooners were victims of a very bad call (as the ABC play-by-play crew pointedly noted).
Oklahoma can still win the championship of the Big Twelve South if it defeats Oklahoma State next Saturday. Further, Oklahoma can also assure itself of a B.C.S. bowl bid if it wins the Big Twelve championship game in early December. However, a national title is now very, very unlikely—it can only happen if several other teams suffer major upsets in their final games of the regular season.
Oklahoma’s loss was not the only bad news for us on Saturday on the college football front. While we were at the Metrodome, Iowa lost, at home, to Western Michigan, a 3-7 team from the MAC conference! Andrew’s father was completely disgusted. This embarrassing loss will cost Iowa a post-season bowl game. The Kirk Ferentz magic in Iowa City is clearly over. Ferentz needs to move on to the pros, and move on now, before things turn totally sour—for him and for the fan base—in Iowa City. Ferentz’s magical three-year run from 2002 to 2004 is more and more looking like a fluke.
Today, after church, we all attended a function at Andrew’s mother’s relatives.
Andrew and I, along with his brothers and his older brother’s family, left early—we left in the middle of the afternoon. The fact that Andrew’s nephew needed to go home and take his nap provided us with a fail-safe excuse for departing indecently early.
Andrew and his brothers dropped Andrew’s sister-in-law and Andrew’s nephew and me at their parents’ house, after which Andrew and his brothers left for an hour to visit their grandmother at the care facility. While Andrew’s nephew took his nap, Andrew’s sister-in-law and I napped, too.
When Andrew and his brothers returned from the care facility, they grabbed me and we all went out to play basketball. We played for ninety minutes or so, and then we swam for half an hour.
On our way back to Andrew’s parents’ house, we all stopped at our apartment because Andrew’s brothers wanted to see it again (I don’t know why they wanted to see it again—it looks exactly the same as the last time they inspected it, which was over the Christmas holidays last year).
We returned to Andrew’s parents’ house for a late, very light dinner. Sunday night’s dinner was baked whitefish, one of Andrew’s mother’s specialties, accompanied by an elaborate garden salad. We had pineapple sherbet for dessert.
After dinner, I talked on the phone to my Dad and my brother at length. We had to dissect the Oklahoma game, still a very sore point for all of us.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I turn 24 tomorrow.
Even though I work tomorrow, my birthday should be fun.
Andrew’s brothers will be driving downtown late tomorrow morning for the sole purpose of visiting my office and seeing where I work. Andrew’s brothers are like that: loyal, protective, devoted—and insatiably curious, but always well-meaning, and always good company. No one at work will mind when Andrew’s brothers stop by for a few minutes. In fact, everyone at the office will be delighted to meet them, because everyone knows who they are.
After their inspection of my working premises is complete (and after they have given their seal of approval), Andrew’s brothers are going to take me to lunch for my birthday. Andrew will join us.
Tomorrow night, we will have my birthday dinner. That should be lots of fun.
Andrew’s mother has a couple of presents stored for Andrew’s nephew to open tomorrow night. She said that the appearance of birthday gifts and birthday cake will make him think that it is HIS birthday again, and that he will be disappointed if he does not have some presents to open, too.
I think I’ll let him help me open my presents, too, as well as let him help me blow out the candles. He’ll like that.
Friday night after work, Andrew and I drove to MSP to collect his brother from Denver and we delivered him, along with ourselves, to Andrew’s parents’ house. We arrived just as Andrew’s nephew was being put to bed, and it was good to see him for a couple of minutes. His mother said that he had greatly missed us all week!
We had pot roast for dinner Friday night. It was a late dinner, because Andrew’s mother had held dinner until we arrived. The pot roast hit the spot. We also ate mashed potatoes, homemade stewed tomatoes, green beans and corn. For dessert, we had blueberry pie.
After dinner, we just sat around for what remained of the evening. Everyone seemed to be of a mind to turn in early, and everyone did.
It’s starting to get cold here, and I am not into cold weather. Unlike Andrew, I was not born into it, and cold weather sometimes bothers me.
It was cold Friday night—I noticed it at the airport during our walk from the parking area to the terminal—and it was really cold Saturday morning. It will get much, much colder later in the winter, but the cold on Saturday morning really hit me hard.
I got up with Andrew in order to take the dog to the park, but we had only walked two blocks when I started shivering and my teeth started chattering. Andrew sent me home.
I was glad to go back.
When I returned to the house, I did not go back to bed. Instead, I made coffee and hot oatmeal and waited for Andrew and the dog to return. When they returned, Andrew and I gave the dog his cereal and we ate the hot oatmeal and waited for his nephew to wake up.
Andrew’s nephew didn’t wake up at his normal time, however. He slept until a few minutes past 7:00 a.m., by which point others were starting to get up, too.
Everyone congregated in the kitchen to eat cereal and fruit, and then everyone went to get ready for the day.
When everyone reassembled in the kitchen, Andrew made breakfast. He made omelets with ham and cream and different cheeses, and cubed fried potatoes with onion and green pepper. Andrew makes a stunning breakfast, and his omelets and breakfast potatoes were stunning. We ate our breakfast with raisin bread, which Andrew’s mother had made on Friday. Andrew’s nephew ate some omelet, too, and he loved it.
We just hung around the house Saturday morning until it was time to go to the game. Andrew’s mother made us eat homemade chicken noodle soup at 11:30 a.m., and at noon we were off.
The game did not start until 2:30 p.m., but we had to allow plenty of time to fight traffic and to contend with parking bollixes.
Minnesota lost, as expected, but the Golden Gophers gave Wisconsin a great game. This was probably the best Minnesota game of the entire season, and we were lucky to have selected this game as the only one this season to attend. Minnesota tends to play well at home against Wisconsin, which is why we chose this game, and that pattern held true to form this year.
Minnesota had a halftime lead, 13-10, and the game was tied, 20-20, going into the fourth quarter. The final quarter was an offensive free-for-all: five touchdowns, in all, were scored in the final fifteen minutes. Only two of those touchdowns were scored by Minnesota, alas, so Wisconsin won, 41-34. Nevertheless, the outcome of the game was in doubt until the final minute, so we certainly got our money’s worth—as well as a much better game than we had expected.
Andrew’s brothers, especially, were happy to attend the Wisconsin game, because the annual Minnesota/Wisconsin match-up is a century-long rivalry game, and they were pleased that they could make this game a part of their Thanksgiving week.
Owing to traffic, we did not get back to Andrew’s parents’ house until 7:45 p.m. For the second night in a row, we walked in the door only a few minutes before it was bedtime for Andrew’s nephew—and, for the second night in a row, we had a late dinner.
We had a good dinner Saturday night: stuffed pork chops, escalloped cheddar potatoes, lima beans, carrots and homemade applesauce. For dessert, we ate apple-cranberry cookies.
After dinner, we watched the remainder of the Oklahoma/Texas Tech game. It was very sad.
The game was already on when we arrived home, and Texas Tech had a 13-7 lead at the time. However, the Oklahoma quarterback (whose statistics are the best in the country) had suffered a concussion just a few minutes into the game, and the back-up Oklahoma quarterback had to step in. The back-up quarterback had a hard time getting untracked. It was a painful night, as things developed, because a very good Texas Tech team took advantage of the Oklahoma starting quarterback’s absence and built a 34-10 lead early in the third quarter.
Then, even without their starting quarterback, the Sooners came storming back. The Sooners scored the final 24 points of the game, but the officials took away seven of those points, ruling a touchdown catch incomplete (although the replay, from all angles, showed that the pass had in fact been caught). The result: a final score of Texas Tech 34, Oklahoma 27.
The game should have gone into overtime. Further, the momentum had shifted in favor of the Sooners, who would have been favored in the overtime. The Sooners were victims of a very bad call (as the ABC play-by-play crew pointedly noted).
Oklahoma can still win the championship of the Big Twelve South if it defeats Oklahoma State next Saturday. Further, Oklahoma can also assure itself of a B.C.S. bowl bid if it wins the Big Twelve championship game in early December. However, a national title is now very, very unlikely—it can only happen if several other teams suffer major upsets in their final games of the regular season.
Oklahoma’s loss was not the only bad news for us on Saturday on the college football front. While we were at the Metrodome, Iowa lost, at home, to Western Michigan, a 3-7 team from the MAC conference! Andrew’s father was completely disgusted. This embarrassing loss will cost Iowa a post-season bowl game. The Kirk Ferentz magic in Iowa City is clearly over. Ferentz needs to move on to the pros, and move on now, before things turn totally sour—for him and for the fan base—in Iowa City. Ferentz’s magical three-year run from 2002 to 2004 is more and more looking like a fluke.
Today, after church, we all attended a function at Andrew’s mother’s relatives.
Andrew and I, along with his brothers and his older brother’s family, left early—we left in the middle of the afternoon. The fact that Andrew’s nephew needed to go home and take his nap provided us with a fail-safe excuse for departing indecently early.
Andrew and his brothers dropped Andrew’s sister-in-law and Andrew’s nephew and me at their parents’ house, after which Andrew and his brothers left for an hour to visit their grandmother at the care facility. While Andrew’s nephew took his nap, Andrew’s sister-in-law and I napped, too.
When Andrew and his brothers returned from the care facility, they grabbed me and we all went out to play basketball. We played for ninety minutes or so, and then we swam for half an hour.
On our way back to Andrew’s parents’ house, we all stopped at our apartment because Andrew’s brothers wanted to see it again (I don’t know why they wanted to see it again—it looks exactly the same as the last time they inspected it, which was over the Christmas holidays last year).
We returned to Andrew’s parents’ house for a late, very light dinner. Sunday night’s dinner was baked whitefish, one of Andrew’s mother’s specialties, accompanied by an elaborate garden salad. We had pineapple sherbet for dessert.
After dinner, I talked on the phone to my Dad and my brother at length. We had to dissect the Oklahoma game, still a very sore point for all of us.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I turn 24 tomorrow.
Even though I work tomorrow, my birthday should be fun.
Andrew’s brothers will be driving downtown late tomorrow morning for the sole purpose of visiting my office and seeing where I work. Andrew’s brothers are like that: loyal, protective, devoted—and insatiably curious, but always well-meaning, and always good company. No one at work will mind when Andrew’s brothers stop by for a few minutes. In fact, everyone at the office will be delighted to meet them, because everyone knows who they are.
After their inspection of my working premises is complete (and after they have given their seal of approval), Andrew’s brothers are going to take me to lunch for my birthday. Andrew will join us.
Tomorrow night, we will have my birthday dinner. That should be lots of fun.
Andrew’s mother has a couple of presents stored for Andrew’s nephew to open tomorrow night. She said that the appearance of birthday gifts and birthday cake will make him think that it is HIS birthday again, and that he will be disappointed if he does not have some presents to open, too.
I think I’ll let him help me open my presents, too, as well as let him help me blow out the candles. He’ll like that.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Birthdays Approaching!
Andrew and I have been devoting our energies to work this week. We have deliberately stayed away from Andrew’s parents’ house all week so that Andrew’s parents may enjoy a visit with Andrew’s older brother and his family with no interference from us.
Both Andrew and I worked late Tuesday and Wednesday nights, and last night we joined Andrew’s mother and sister-in-law in Saint Paul for a performance of Rossini’s “L’Italiana In Algeri”.
Tonight, after work, Andrew and I will pick up Andrew’s middle brother at the airport and take him to Andrew’s parents’ house, where he will remain until the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Andrew and I will stay at his parents’ house this weekend, but on Monday we will go back to our apartment.
Tomorrow afternoon, Andrew, his father, his brothers and I will attend the Minnesota/Wisconsin game at the Metrodome. If Minnesota manages to pull out a win, we shall probably all expire from cardiac arrest.
On Sunday after church, we will all go to a function at Andrew’s mother’s relatives.
I have to work all next week. Because I have so little vacation time (which I am saving for Christmas, so that Andrew and I may spend a few days in Oklahoma with my family), I even have to work on Wednesday and Friday, the day before and the day after Thanksgiving. Very few persons will be in my office on those days. It may be lonely, but I will be able to get lots of work done.
Because of this, Andrew is going to work all next week, too. He and I will be able to go to work together, and have lunch together, and come home together, and this will make the week go faster. Next week, unlike this week, Andrew and I will also go over to his parents’ house for dinner every night. This will give us more time to spend with his brothers, and we will not have to worry about preparing our own dinner every night.
Furthermore, we have two birthdays to celebrate next week—and two birthday dinners.
Monday is my birthday, and on Monday night we will celebrate my birthday over at Andrew’s parents’ house. We will have a special birthday dinner that evening.
Andrew’s mother has been viciously harassing me for days, insisting that I tell her what I want for dinner on my birthday night! Just to get her off my back, I told her last night that I wanted steak and potatoes for my birthday. But this was not enough for her! At hearing that news, she simply switched gears and began viciously harassing me about choosing my cake!
I settled for chocolate, just to put an end to such an unpleasant series of provocations!
Andrew’s birthday falls on Thanksgiving Day this year, and we will celebrate his birthday the night before, on Wednesday night. Since we will all have lots of food the following day, Andrew told his mother to make something very simple and very light and very quick for his Wednesday night birthday dinner: Maryland blue crab. Andrew chose a carrot cake for his birthday cake.
In the matter of birthday gifts, it appears that, for both Andrew and me, books will be the order of the day. Andrew’s father has been serving as gift coordinator so as to make suggestions for everyone and so as to assure that everyone avoids duplications.
I guess that Jaguar I always wanted will have to wait for another year!
Both Andrew and I worked late Tuesday and Wednesday nights, and last night we joined Andrew’s mother and sister-in-law in Saint Paul for a performance of Rossini’s “L’Italiana In Algeri”.
Tonight, after work, Andrew and I will pick up Andrew’s middle brother at the airport and take him to Andrew’s parents’ house, where he will remain until the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Andrew and I will stay at his parents’ house this weekend, but on Monday we will go back to our apartment.
Tomorrow afternoon, Andrew, his father, his brothers and I will attend the Minnesota/Wisconsin game at the Metrodome. If Minnesota manages to pull out a win, we shall probably all expire from cardiac arrest.
On Sunday after church, we will all go to a function at Andrew’s mother’s relatives.
I have to work all next week. Because I have so little vacation time (which I am saving for Christmas, so that Andrew and I may spend a few days in Oklahoma with my family), I even have to work on Wednesday and Friday, the day before and the day after Thanksgiving. Very few persons will be in my office on those days. It may be lonely, but I will be able to get lots of work done.
Because of this, Andrew is going to work all next week, too. He and I will be able to go to work together, and have lunch together, and come home together, and this will make the week go faster. Next week, unlike this week, Andrew and I will also go over to his parents’ house for dinner every night. This will give us more time to spend with his brothers, and we will not have to worry about preparing our own dinner every night.
Furthermore, we have two birthdays to celebrate next week—and two birthday dinners.
Monday is my birthday, and on Monday night we will celebrate my birthday over at Andrew’s parents’ house. We will have a special birthday dinner that evening.
Andrew’s mother has been viciously harassing me for days, insisting that I tell her what I want for dinner on my birthday night! Just to get her off my back, I told her last night that I wanted steak and potatoes for my birthday. But this was not enough for her! At hearing that news, she simply switched gears and began viciously harassing me about choosing my cake!
I settled for chocolate, just to put an end to such an unpleasant series of provocations!
Andrew’s birthday falls on Thanksgiving Day this year, and we will celebrate his birthday the night before, on Wednesday night. Since we will all have lots of food the following day, Andrew told his mother to make something very simple and very light and very quick for his Wednesday night birthday dinner: Maryland blue crab. Andrew chose a carrot cake for his birthday cake.
In the matter of birthday gifts, it appears that, for both Andrew and me, books will be the order of the day. Andrew’s father has been serving as gift coordinator so as to make suggestions for everyone and so as to assure that everyone avoids duplications.
I guess that Jaguar I always wanted will have to wait for another year!
A Most Pleasant Surprise!
When Andrew and I returned home tonight from “L’Italiana In Algeri”, our inboxes were full of messages: from my Dad, from my brother, from Andrew’s Dad, from Andrew’s brothers, from friends.
The messages were all the same: Oregon was falling to Arizona!
Before tonight, I did not even know that Oregon had a Thursday night game this week. Andrew and I have been too busy at work to pay attention to such things.
Since Andrew and I do not have a television, we followed the remainder of the game on ESPN.com and CBSsportsline.com.
OREGON LOST!
This means that the Sooners will move up, again, in the B.C.S. standings.
The Sooners’ fate is now in their own hands. The Sooners will definitely be in the national title game if they win out. The Sooners no longer have to count on any other teams to lose.
Now, take care of business, Sooners! If you do, the national title—the second this decade—will come back to Oklahoma!
The messages were all the same: Oregon was falling to Arizona!
Before tonight, I did not even know that Oregon had a Thursday night game this week. Andrew and I have been too busy at work to pay attention to such things.
Since Andrew and I do not have a television, we followed the remainder of the game on ESPN.com and CBSsportsline.com.
OREGON LOST!
This means that the Sooners will move up, again, in the B.C.S. standings.
The Sooners’ fate is now in their own hands. The Sooners will definitely be in the national title game if they win out. The Sooners no longer have to count on any other teams to lose.
Now, take care of business, Sooners! If you do, the national title—the second this decade—will come back to Oklahoma!
Friday, November 9, 2007
Veterans Day Weekend
Andrew and I are looking forward to the three-day weekend.
Tonight, after work, Andrew and I will head straight to MSP to pick up Andrew’s middle brother, who is coming home for the long weekend. We will collect him and return to Andrew’s parents’ house, where we will all have a late dinner. Andrew’s father is scheduled to arrive at MSP this afternoon, and he should be home, settling in, by late afternoon.
Tomorrow, in the late morning, we will all go to the airport to collect Andrew’s older brother and his family, who will remain in Minneapolis for the next two weeks, through Thanksgiving weekend. We’ll take them home and have a wonderful Saturday, watching football games and playing with Andrew’s nephew and eating some of the food Andrew’s mother has prepared.
On Sunday, we will celebrate, on a delayed basis, Andrew’s nephew’s second birthday. We plan to give him a birthday celebration. This will be the first birthday for him for which he is old enough to have a celebration, and it should be lots of fun. I can already see him excitedly running around his grandmother’s kitchen with his new toys. I can’t wait.
On Monday, Andrew’s brothers and I will play basketball and go swimming. Otherwise, we will just hang around the house until evening, when Andrew and I will take his middle brother back to MSP for his flight home. He will not be gone long, because he is coming back on Friday evening.
After that, Andrew and I will go back to our apartment for the rest of the week. This will allow Andrew’s parents to have exclusive access to their grandson for four days.
We have four Minnesota Opera tickets to Rossini’s “L’Italiana In Algeri” for next Thursday night, and we are not sure who is going to make use of them. Between Andrew’s parents, and Andrew’s sister-in-law, and Andrew and me, someone will want to make use of the tickets. I suspect that Andrew’s father will opt to stay home that night, and spend the evening with his oldest son and grandson.
Tonight, after work, Andrew and I will head straight to MSP to pick up Andrew’s middle brother, who is coming home for the long weekend. We will collect him and return to Andrew’s parents’ house, where we will all have a late dinner. Andrew’s father is scheduled to arrive at MSP this afternoon, and he should be home, settling in, by late afternoon.
Tomorrow, in the late morning, we will all go to the airport to collect Andrew’s older brother and his family, who will remain in Minneapolis for the next two weeks, through Thanksgiving weekend. We’ll take them home and have a wonderful Saturday, watching football games and playing with Andrew’s nephew and eating some of the food Andrew’s mother has prepared.
On Sunday, we will celebrate, on a delayed basis, Andrew’s nephew’s second birthday. We plan to give him a birthday celebration. This will be the first birthday for him for which he is old enough to have a celebration, and it should be lots of fun. I can already see him excitedly running around his grandmother’s kitchen with his new toys. I can’t wait.
On Monday, Andrew’s brothers and I will play basketball and go swimming. Otherwise, we will just hang around the house until evening, when Andrew and I will take his middle brother back to MSP for his flight home. He will not be gone long, because he is coming back on Friday evening.
After that, Andrew and I will go back to our apartment for the rest of the week. This will allow Andrew’s parents to have exclusive access to their grandson for four days.
We have four Minnesota Opera tickets to Rossini’s “L’Italiana In Algeri” for next Thursday night, and we are not sure who is going to make use of them. Between Andrew’s parents, and Andrew’s sister-in-law, and Andrew and me, someone will want to make use of the tickets. I suspect that Andrew’s father will opt to stay home that night, and spend the evening with his oldest son and grandson.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
A Great Football Day
Andrew and I worked on cleaning his mother’s kitchen today and tonight so that we could watch college football games while we worked.
This worked out exceptionally well, because today and tonight featured the best games of the season thus far. We were in a state of elation most of the day. Even Andrew’s mother joined us in our excitement.
The dog would bark whenever we would shout and whoop, and then he would jump up on us. He thought we wanted to stop working and play with him. So we did.
Iowa 28
Northwestern 17
When we departed for the airport early this afternoon, Iowa was playing poorly and trailing 14-0. Andrew’s father was disgusted. When we returned from the airport, the score was 14-14. Northwestern scored a field goal to take a 17-14 lead, but Iowa scored two touchdowns in the fourth quarter to win. Andrew’s father will be pleased, but he is probably over France about now and won’t learn that Iowa won the game until his plane lands in Zurich. He will be pleased.
Iowa State 31
Kansas State 20
Iowa State finally won a game, and Andrew’s brother in Denver finally has something to celebrate. We were all talking to him on the phone and sending IM’s back and forth throughout the game. The excitement emanating from Denver was palpable.
Oklahoma 42
Texas A & M 14
The Sooners continue to contend for a spot in the National Championship Game. They defeated a very good A & M team today and looked like the best team in the country (which I think they are).
Kansas 76
Nebraska 39
Everyone from Oklahoma instinctively hates the Huskers. It is an innate statewide trait. It is always a great day whenever Nebraska gets embarrassed. And 76 points? OUCH! There will be a new coach in Lincoln soon.
Florida State 27
Boston College 17
Normally I could care less about the Seminoles and the Eagles. However, today Oklahoma needed Boston College to lose in order for Oklahoma to move up in the BCS standings. Boston College lost, and Oklahoma will now move ahead of the Eagles in the BCS standings.
Texas 38
Oklahoma State 35
The Cowboys had a 35-14 lead going into the fourth quarter, and it looked like the game was over. And the Cowboys relaxed. And lost on a last-second field goal. The Texas comeback was probably a fluke. Nevertheless, the Cowboys demonstrated that they are back as a force to reckon with, ready for the big-time.
Illinois 44
Minnesota 17
Well. . .
Did anyone really think the Golden Gophers were going to win in the first place?
Besides, I bet the halftime show was good . . .if anyone stayed to watch it.
This worked out exceptionally well, because today and tonight featured the best games of the season thus far. We were in a state of elation most of the day. Even Andrew’s mother joined us in our excitement.
The dog would bark whenever we would shout and whoop, and then he would jump up on us. He thought we wanted to stop working and play with him. So we did.
Iowa 28
Northwestern 17
When we departed for the airport early this afternoon, Iowa was playing poorly and trailing 14-0. Andrew’s father was disgusted. When we returned from the airport, the score was 14-14. Northwestern scored a field goal to take a 17-14 lead, but Iowa scored two touchdowns in the fourth quarter to win. Andrew’s father will be pleased, but he is probably over France about now and won’t learn that Iowa won the game until his plane lands in Zurich. He will be pleased.
Iowa State 31
Kansas State 20
Iowa State finally won a game, and Andrew’s brother in Denver finally has something to celebrate. We were all talking to him on the phone and sending IM’s back and forth throughout the game. The excitement emanating from Denver was palpable.
Oklahoma 42
Texas A & M 14
The Sooners continue to contend for a spot in the National Championship Game. They defeated a very good A & M team today and looked like the best team in the country (which I think they are).
Kansas 76
Nebraska 39
Everyone from Oklahoma instinctively hates the Huskers. It is an innate statewide trait. It is always a great day whenever Nebraska gets embarrassed. And 76 points? OUCH! There will be a new coach in Lincoln soon.
Florida State 27
Boston College 17
Normally I could care less about the Seminoles and the Eagles. However, today Oklahoma needed Boston College to lose in order for Oklahoma to move up in the BCS standings. Boston College lost, and Oklahoma will now move ahead of the Eagles in the BCS standings.
Texas 38
Oklahoma State 35
The Cowboys had a 35-14 lead going into the fourth quarter, and it looked like the game was over. And the Cowboys relaxed. And lost on a last-second field goal. The Texas comeback was probably a fluke. Nevertheless, the Cowboys demonstrated that they are back as a force to reckon with, ready for the big-time.
Illinois 44
Minnesota 17
Well. . .
Did anyone really think the Golden Gophers were going to win in the first place?
Besides, I bet the halftime show was good . . .if anyone stayed to watch it.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
An Oklahoma Christmas
Andrew and I talked to my parents tonight, and we finalized our Christmas plans and booked our flights.
Early on the afternoon of Saturday, December 22, Andrew and I will fly to Oklahoma City, where my parents will meet us mid-afternoon and drive us back to my hometown. We will remain in Oklahoma through Thursday, December 27. Late that afternoon, my parents will drive us back to Oklahoma City and deposit us at the airport for our flight home. Andrew and I should be back in Minneapolis that night no later than 9:00 p.m.
Andrew and I are dividing our Christmas and New Year holidays between our families. We decided that five days with my family would be enough, especially since my parents will also be hosting my mother’s sister and husband, too, over the holidays. My aunt and uncle will be driving up from Dallas on Sunday, the 23rd, and remaining in Oklahoma until Saturday, the 29th.
My parents’ house will accommodate—just—this number of people.
My parents own a four-level split-level house. The top level has three bedrooms and a bath. The next level has a living room, dining room and kitchen. The next level has another bedroom, a family room and a bath. The bottom level is a finished basement, used for storage, garden tools, computer and office equipment, and laundry equipment.
During the holidays, my aunt and uncle will stay in the guest room off the family room, and Andrew and I will stay in the basement. The basement is perfectly comfortable, and Andrew and I will be perfectly content there.
My aunt and uncle have never met Andrew, so this will be their first opportunity to get to know him. I know they will like him.
My mother adores Andrew—she is captivated by him; she was totally disarmed, if not swept off her feet, the first time she met him—and my sister likes Andrew very much, mostly because Andrew is so good-looking that my sister, a 17-year-old girl, can’t take her eyes off him.
My brother, on the other hand, is uncomfortable around Andrew. My brother is a 16-year-old high-school jock, and he finds it difficult to understand that a masculine and athletic and exceedingly handsome man like Andrew, seemingly heterosexual, is not interested in girls. My brother is polite to Andrew, but they have been unable to develop any kind of close bond. Perhaps that will come with the passage of time.
My father and Andrew do not really get along, and they never have. After a few early friction-filled encounters, they have learned to observe, scrupulously, a respectful, arm’s-length cordiality.
My father is an instinctive trial lawyer, and he made the mistake of taking on Andrew very early in our friendship—and my father quickly found out that he had bit off more than he could chew.
Figuratively speaking, my father scratched Andrew--and Andrew scratched back, much to my father’s surprise. Andrew got the best of my father in that encounter, and in the half-dozen ones that quickly followed. After that, Andrew and my father somehow arrived at a truce, which they have managed to maintain for well over a year.
My father DID realize, from his first encounter with Andrew, that Andrew was going to make a superb lawyer—and my father DOES like the idea of having more lawyers in the family. However, my father can be quite difficult when he wants to be, and sometimes he tends to get carried away, as my mother often reminds him.
I am not sure what Andrew and I will do while we are in Oklahoma. There is nothing much to do in my hometown, and we may find ourselves more or less housebound for five days. We may find ourselves playing lots of canasta, and watching lots of ESPN.
It should be interesting.
Early on the afternoon of Saturday, December 22, Andrew and I will fly to Oklahoma City, where my parents will meet us mid-afternoon and drive us back to my hometown. We will remain in Oklahoma through Thursday, December 27. Late that afternoon, my parents will drive us back to Oklahoma City and deposit us at the airport for our flight home. Andrew and I should be back in Minneapolis that night no later than 9:00 p.m.
Andrew and I are dividing our Christmas and New Year holidays between our families. We decided that five days with my family would be enough, especially since my parents will also be hosting my mother’s sister and husband, too, over the holidays. My aunt and uncle will be driving up from Dallas on Sunday, the 23rd, and remaining in Oklahoma until Saturday, the 29th.
My parents’ house will accommodate—just—this number of people.
My parents own a four-level split-level house. The top level has three bedrooms and a bath. The next level has a living room, dining room and kitchen. The next level has another bedroom, a family room and a bath. The bottom level is a finished basement, used for storage, garden tools, computer and office equipment, and laundry equipment.
During the holidays, my aunt and uncle will stay in the guest room off the family room, and Andrew and I will stay in the basement. The basement is perfectly comfortable, and Andrew and I will be perfectly content there.
My aunt and uncle have never met Andrew, so this will be their first opportunity to get to know him. I know they will like him.
My mother adores Andrew—she is captivated by him; she was totally disarmed, if not swept off her feet, the first time she met him—and my sister likes Andrew very much, mostly because Andrew is so good-looking that my sister, a 17-year-old girl, can’t take her eyes off him.
My brother, on the other hand, is uncomfortable around Andrew. My brother is a 16-year-old high-school jock, and he finds it difficult to understand that a masculine and athletic and exceedingly handsome man like Andrew, seemingly heterosexual, is not interested in girls. My brother is polite to Andrew, but they have been unable to develop any kind of close bond. Perhaps that will come with the passage of time.
My father and Andrew do not really get along, and they never have. After a few early friction-filled encounters, they have learned to observe, scrupulously, a respectful, arm’s-length cordiality.
My father is an instinctive trial lawyer, and he made the mistake of taking on Andrew very early in our friendship—and my father quickly found out that he had bit off more than he could chew.
Figuratively speaking, my father scratched Andrew--and Andrew scratched back, much to my father’s surprise. Andrew got the best of my father in that encounter, and in the half-dozen ones that quickly followed. After that, Andrew and my father somehow arrived at a truce, which they have managed to maintain for well over a year.
My father DID realize, from his first encounter with Andrew, that Andrew was going to make a superb lawyer—and my father DOES like the idea of having more lawyers in the family. However, my father can be quite difficult when he wants to be, and sometimes he tends to get carried away, as my mother often reminds him.
I am not sure what Andrew and I will do while we are in Oklahoma. There is nothing much to do in my hometown, and we may find ourselves more or less housebound for five days. We may find ourselves playing lots of canasta, and watching lots of ESPN.
It should be interesting.
