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| Adios Amigos |
[23 Jun 2006|11:56am] |
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So I'm leaving tomorrow at 3:30 am. I'll try to not mess this thing up.
If anyone wants to contact me, please feel free because I will no doubt get lonely in Boston will all those northerners up there and what not.
Ryan Ginn
Harvard Summer School
1182 Harvard Yard Mail Ctr
Cambridge, MA 02138-7501
rginn@fas.harvard.edu
Or feel free to call me on my cell phone.
I think I have the addresses of almost everyone since my sister has an SJA directory that I stole addresses from, but if anyone wants a postcard from Boston just e-mail me your address to the above e-mail.
Also, while I realize that it will be near impossible for me to keep up the torrid pace with which I have been using Livejournal recently, I will try to sneak into the computer lab and update periodically. I will miss (most of) you.
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| Four more years... |
[22 Jun 2006|05:57pm] |
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The game today was a little upsetting, but those are the breaks that you get. The ability of the United States to get back and have a decent showing in four years after being kicked in the teeth will do a lot to earn respect around the world and spread the game at home. Focusing on anything negative won't bring the games back. All we can do is look on the brightside, and there's plenty of it. We played in arguably the hardest group in the tournament. We were the only team to take a point off Italy, and we did it playing a man down. We got some calls that didn't go our way, and our best players often didn't play their best. What we lack is one completely dominating player, someone who can take over the game at any given time. But that's alright, because I haven't officially retired yet. The White Pele is coming. 2010.
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| This post is complete pants. |
[21 Jun 2006|09:19pm] |
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In addition to watching a lot of soccer (Congratulations, by the way, to my beloved Tricolores who advanced to the round of 16 today), I've also been reading a lot about the world cup. One of my favorite writers is a British-born writer for ESPN.com who is doing a blog in Germany for the month-long tournament. Along with his hilarious pain-induced rants about the suffering caused to him by England's Eleven (catchy, or no? -- it just came to me so probably not), I also enjoy his post-match rating system for England known as the pants system. Terrific players are designated as wearing no pants at all. Above average to average players are said to be wearing shorts. Sub par players wear those girly capri pants that guys sometimes wear. It continues with players wearing jeans slightly rolled up, as is (apparently) the case in the Berlin streets. Those who are just plain abysmal or disappointing to an amazing degree are said to be complete pants -- and very often the itchy kind. Michael Owen, England's star footballer, was recently awarded the inventive title of Hospital Pants after being injured and ruled incapable of playing for the rest of the tournament. I think I shall start incorporating this system into my everyday life, starting with the subject of this post...
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| cool movie award |
[20 Jun 2006|07:08pm] |
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I saw the movie Something the Lord Made yesterday, and I highly recommend it. It's about a white doctor and black carpenter who pioneered the field of heart surgery at Johns Hopkins back in the 1940s/1950s. I think it was originally an HBO movie, but now it's on DVD and I'm sure Blockbuster or Wal-Mart would appreciate it if you would help expand their empires of commerce by either renting/buying it.
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| Ten points from pink |
[17 Jun 2006|11:36pm] |
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Today I was doing the laundry and noticed that a pink shirt managed to get in the white clothes. However, unlike its cousin red, apparently pink does not cause massive amounts of white-clothes ruinage. So I have respect for pink and its lack of potency. However, pink loses points for being associated with a terrible pop singer. And also for being related to red. As in red cards. Those can really fuck over a certain soccer team.
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| It's just not your day... |
[14 Jun 2006|08:09pm] |
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For the first time in my life, I managed to have someone in my family tape a sporting event, manage to make it home and begin watching without knowing the result, and then watch the game in its entirety without finding out the score or giving up and going find out for myself. This was especially hard, considering that no goals were scored in the first ninety minutes. However, Germany made it worth the wait when they put one through to win in stoppage time. Germany vs. Poland, you took my game-taping cherry.
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| Los Tricolores |
[10 Jun 2006|01:20am] |
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The World Cup is upon us. Today's games just whet my appetite for more, and it's a damn shame that I'm going to miss a good portion of tomorrow's matches while I'm at work. I estimate that I'll be able to catch the first 30 minutes of England-Paraguay, and be back home midway through the first half of the last game, a battle between Argentina and the Ivory Coast that I have deemed the most worthy of my attention.
Speaking of today's games, Germany plays again on Wednesday against Poland. Anyone who's ever taken a history course should know the bad blood between those countries is raging. Oh, and don't forget that Germany is host this year. As long as the swastika flags don't come out (I say this with all seriousness) it will be a victory for the German police. Oh wait, they'll be waving the flags too. Expect red cards aplenty, especially late in the game if one team has a big lead.
The good fellows in Germany (actually, there are no good people in Germany, but for the sake of the expression, let's pretend) decided to have Adidas engineer a special ball for the World Cup. Apparently, a bunch of people got together and decided that the ball wasn't quite round enough. As ESPN Soccer commentator Tommy Smythe (owner of the greatest Irish accent I've ever heard) pointed out, the ball is "roundier" than past balls. The ball is completely seamless. Basically, it eliminates a lot of spin on the ball, causing the ball to float in the manner of a knuckleball. Goalies, beware. The ball is also "more accurate than ever" - unless launched from the foot of an American (har!).
So for the price of $130, that bad boy can be yours. However, I suggest that instead you simply follow the path of the Brazilians and learn to score with anything that is round and somewhat the size of a soccer ball. After all they do alright for themselves (5 world cup titles, anyone?).
In other news, the Mexico game is on Sunday at 10:30 am. I am completely excited. Also, the US plays on Monday at 11:00.
As it turns out, I was pretty accurate in my descriptions of the fantacism that goes on in soccer. However, I think I understated some of the problems that the United States has faced. Anyone ever had acid poured on their backs? How about cherry bombs exploding outside your room all night long the night before a match?
http://soccernet.espn.go.com/news/story?id=370304&cc=5901
Also, here's the link for a video of the commercial discussed in the article, if you haven't seen it yet. It's pretty kickass.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bc1UbF3pcDQ&search=gatorade%20soccer
Also, I've been working a lot recently. Jonathan and Katie were kind enough to come and visit me tonight, so that was cool. Jonathan left a touching note on my car that went something like this:
Hey Penis gobbler,
I may work with hillbillies, but at least I don't work nights!
Time for bed.
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| If I had a hammer... |
[15 May 2006|11:16pm] |
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After going into Rachel's room, noticing a hammer, and noticing a wall (rooms tend to have those), I have decided that it would very much please me to throw hammers into a wall. A nice, pure, rhythmically and mechanically correct overhand throw straight into a wall. And for good measure, have it wobble in the wall, head buried in the brightly painted sheetrock for a second before coming to a rest with the handle sticking out. It's not even a violent or anger provoked thought. I just think it would be fun. So when I get a house, I'm going to add in an extra wall somewhere. It's sole purpose will be to absorb the striking blows of my well-placed throws. I'm not really sure why I felt it necessary to post this wonderful thought, but it felt like the right thing to do.
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I would like to announce that for the time being, the party at my house on Saturday is no longer occuring.
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