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Before

One of my vacation projects was to attempt to bring as much of my stuff together as made sense and downsize as much stuff as I could.

I was able to accomplish some downsizing. I think my major accomplish was getting my old Hoosier Kitchen Cabinet out of storage. I knew it was slightly damaged when it went into storage, but it looks like it declined even further.


The Hoosier

The Hoosier

The Hoosier

The Hoosier

The Hoosier

The Hoosier

The Hoosier

The Hoosier

The Hoosier

When I was explaining the existence of this “Hoosier” to Shannon she became excited. You could even say jealous. She even had a recommendation as to a person that would be able to fix it and return it to its former glory.

Shannon’s dad picked it up on Friday. I’ll be excited to see what it looks like when he gets done with it.

All Hallow’s Eve

I had a pretty good Halloween.

I hosted FNSC. I made chili. I made cornbread from scratch. I made apple cider. Jay made a blueberry buckle. Willy showed up in a costume. We watched some movies from a bygone era that some people might characterize as strange. However, I think I might have found proof that rabbits will jump off a table in one of these movies. A classic from the 1970s known as Night of the Lepus. A phenomenal movie.


Halloween - 2008
Jay’s annual sweet pumpkin.

Halloween - 2008
I can not compete with Jay, so I made a stick figure to accent the disparity between our pumpkin carving skills. This annoyed Jay for some reason. I don’t often do things out of spite, but I might have to make the stick figure my annual pumpkin because it both annoys Jay and because the simple stick figure grew on me as the night went on. I don’t think it was just the apple cider impairing my judgment either.

Halloween - 2008
The candles in Jay’s pumpkin.

Halloween - 2008
Scott and Austin; Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture of the Howard kids or the Davis clan. I’m going to get that done next year.

Halloween - 2008
Jay carving his second pumpkin.

Halloween - 2008
I had to buy a new flash recently because, well I don’t want to get into that story. This might have been one of those blessing in disguise type things. I really like my new flash.

Halloween - 2008
Although I’ve gotten glowing feedback on my Cider, chili, little smokies and cornbread, I think I’m going to have to research a new recipe for pumpkin seeds before next year. They take a decent picture at least.

Halloween - 2008
I think if Willy dressed like this every week, he would be irresistible to the womanfolk. He probably already is though.

I also didn’t get a picture of Alexis this year. I think she kind of phoned it in any way. She went to school dressed like Hannah Montana, but she showed up for trick-or-treating in her gymnastics outfit.

The best part about Alexis showing up was that she didn’t even ring the doorbell. She just walked right in with her friends and said:

“Where’s the candy?”

She was showing off for her friends just a little bit.

McHose Park Mystery

On Thursday Jesse and I moved some furniture around. Later in the afternoon we went to check out the frisbee golf course in McHose.

I had heard rumors about this course for quite some time. But I had only seen 1 or 2 holes. Jesse and I decided to find every last hole on Thursday. It came as somewhat of a surprise when it took us almost 3 hours to find all 18.

It was a pleasant surprise to find out how dangerous some of them were to get to.


Disc Golf
Jesse celebrating.

Disc Golf
Note the perfect frisbee form.

Disc Golf
Jesse

Disc Golf
I believe that multitasking is just a fancy way of saying: “Look at me. I’m not doing anything well.” However, I did make a fantastic throw and schedule a pickup of my broken kitchen cabinet for repair at the same time. However, I somehow feel like I could have done both better.

Disc Golf
A good looking throw.

Disc Golf
The best throw of the day.

Disc Golf
Look at the concentration on Jesse’s face.

Disc Golf
I thought disc golf was a stoner’s game?

Disc Golf
Jesse making crossing the stream look much tougher than it really is, but still I’m impressed that you have to cross the stream via a bunch of broken up concrete blocks. Not a course for the faint of heart.

Disc Golf
I managed to find a nice patch of mud hidden underneath some leaves.

Disc Golf
A dangerous bridge. Most of the railing is missing. The bridge shakes like crazy. I love every bit of it.

Disc Golf
Another dubious bridge. Awesome.

Disc Golf
You fall. You get wet.

I admit that I’ve always dismissed disc golf as a stoner sports meant to occupy the time of stoners in between discussing the best Dave Matthews album and waiting for the munchies, but this course may have changed my mind. At least holes 3-11 are pretty intense. You have to cross the stream multiple times in ways that your safety is in question. I love that. The Boone park system has slowly been taking away fun things since my youth because they have been deemed dangerous. Tornado slides. The cable bridge. The tire climb. Merry-go-rounds. This course definitely has some aspects of danger that are missing from most of McHose Park.

I still miss the tornado slides though.

Ottumwa

I spent most of Monday with Sara.

We started the day by lunching at Fresh Cafe and Market. It is an interesting little restaurant in West Des Moines that is only open about 20 hours a week. They specialize in serving an organic menu.

We started the meal with a double shot of wheat grass. I’m not big into wheat grass, but Sara has made me curious about it. This was the fourth different type of wheat grass that I have tried with her. This was also the best. It was a healthy boost that was most likely negated by our supper.

Sara ordered the Hummus & Veggie Wrap.

I ordered the Mediteranian Wrap. I assume that there is a reason why they spell it that way. I chose the spinach tortilla. The wrap consisted of organic greens, fresh veggies, black and green seasoned olives, tomatoes, feta, lemon and olive oil. It was quite excellent.

At the conclusion of the meal we hopped in her car to travel to Ottumwa to visit Jen.


Ottumwa House
Sara likes driving to Ottumwa because there are no turns.

Ottumwa House
We stopped at a gas station in Oskaloosa to get candy. Sara was very high on Big League Chew.

Ottumwa House
Sara was very high on this sucker that reminded her of the Ogden swimming pool.

Ottumwa House
Bailey

Ottumwa House
Bailey

Ottumwa House
Bailey and a neighborhood dog

Ottumwa House
Derrick,Sara and Jen

Ottumwa House
Jackson and a neighborhood dog

Ottumwa House

Ottumwa House
Derrick’s Chainsaw Sculpture

Ottumwa House
This mullet wig would be part of a Halloween costume, if I were to dress up.

This was my first time ever in Ottumwa. It is a town that seems to be fading out of existence, but there are a few nice touches.

In downtown Ottumwa there is an “Adult” Theater. Two storefronts down is a Christian outreach ministry.

We had supper at the Sirloin Stockade. The Sirloin Stockade is kind of a low rent Golden Corral or Bonanza, but it is also considered the best restaurant in Ottumwa.

Before we got out of the car Derrick made a dramatic announcement.

“At some point during the meal they are going ask you if you want a baked potato. The answer to this question is ‘yes’.”

“Why is that? Is the baked potato the best part of the meal?”

“No. But they won’t stop harassing you about the potato until you take it.”

I took the advice to heart.

Our waitress asked us if we wanted a potato.

“Yes, I want that potato.”

Then Derrick, Jen and Sara all turned down the potato.

“What the heck? You told me to take the potato and then you turn it down.”

Derrick answered, “I didn’t want the potato.”

It was the closest to a Willy moment that I’ve ever had with Derrick.

For the record, they never asked the rest of my party if they wanted a potato again AND the potato was the best part of the meal.

An Explosion of Catastrophe

Iowa State’s entrance video is pretty cool. It shows intersplices action from this season with footage of many of the greatest Cyclones in history. The song that plays over the action is Saliva’s Ladies and Gentlemen. The opening lyrics of the song describe the Cyclone season, but not in the way that was intended:

Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

The song goes on…

Ladies and gentlemen good evening
You’ve seen that seeing is believing
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding

At least I can say that my eyes have yet to bleed, but there is still the Missouri game left.


Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Brandon

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Faust

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Photo by Brandon Kahler

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Sumrall

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Weather Lady

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
ISUCFVMB

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Arnaud

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Right before this picture, #44 puked on the sidelines about 5 or 6 times.

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Scales

Iowa State vs. Texas A&M
Robinson

There are about 50 more pictures in the Snapshots Gallery.


Iowa State vs. Texas A&M Aggies

I guess the important thing to remember is that the team is really young and the experience that they gain now will undoubtedly lead to a conference championship in the next couple of years.

Last Home Game

Last Friday was Brandon’s final home game. It was the first time that I’ve been to a Boone High football game since I graduated high school.

It was an interesting experience. Some things have changed. Some surprising things happened. I took some pictures.


Brandon Kahler - Senior Night

Brandon Kahler - Senior Night

Brandon Kahler - Senior Night

Brandon Kahler - Senior Night
Dan

Brandon Kahler - Senior Night
Behind the bleachers fenced off.

Brandon Kahler - Senior Night
Brandon is #78.

Brandon Kahler - Senior Night

Brandon Kahler - Senior Night

Brandon Kahler - Senior Night

I was very surprised to see that the underside of the bleachers are now fenced off. That is where all the good stuff at a high school football game is supposed to happen.

I ran into Dan and had a nice conversation with him. Dan has shaved his head since the last time I’ve seen him. Not a bad look for him.

I ran into Dan’s wife Kim. She thanked me for forwarding on news of her work on attempting to block the strip club/juice bar from coming into town. She was very happy that the news had made it all the way to Illinois. She also revealed the real reason why she wants to stop the strip club/juice bar from coming to town. I’m not sure it is a legitimate reason.

It was also exciting that Sara made it all the way from Des Moines to the game. This was also the first high school football game that Sara has been to since she graduated from Ogden. I honestly can’t believe that she came.

Decaying State of Sports Journalism, Part 1

Earlier this year I started a group blog known as The Sports Proletariat. Little has actually transpired there since I started the blog, but every now and again, somebody lets slip something brilliant over there.

What lies below was written by Russell Kennerly. I liked it so much that I’m copying it over here so more people will get a chance to appreciate his genius.

Decaying State of Sports Journalism, Part 1

As I write this, a small fiasco has been made of Lou Holtz’s diatribe on the state of Michigan football coach Rich Rodriguez. His comment was “Ya know, Hitler was a great leader, too” when it was brought up that Michigan lacks leadership. I believe the point Lou was trying to make was that there are leaders who may be successful but go about it the wrong way.

Now, similar comments were made by ESPN’s own Jemelle Hill in July, when she commented that cheering “for the Celtics is like saying Hitler was a victim…” As a Celtic fan, I take umbrage with the comment (but we did win a record 17th championship) but not Hill’s use of Hitler in context, only to say that references to him should probably not be used in a humorous setting.

ESPN suspended Hill for her comments and rightly they should, if that is their standing network policy. But they have done nothing to Lou Holtz. Say what you want about the racial overtones of that decision, but the hypocrisy is apparent. You don’t fine someone for saying the wrong thing, and then three months later shrug your shoulders for saying the wrong thing. If anything, it reinforces Lou’s impression of himself as a wise football commentator, and means the rest of us will be forced to listen to him while waiting for the highlights, at least until he screws up again. It is widely known that Lou had a long friendship with Jesse Helms, who filibustered Martin Luther King’s birthday for 16 days and argued against desegregation of schools (and social security, which is just plain weird). In fact, you can go online and read Jesse Helm’s praise of Lou’s book. You can’t call Lou a racist, I’m simply saying it’s not too long for the old guy says something dumb. I think half the motivation for keeping him on TV is the executives are afraid he will go back to coaching again, maybe at their alma maters.

The problem with the Hilter incidents, the Imus comments, and several other on-air incidents is that this is a track that we have laid ourselves. I mean, think about the sports talk radio shows or those little fan comments at the end of online sports articles.

(A small aside about the fan comments, wow. From a report on the Broncos-Pats Monday night in no particular order: sexual comments, comments about the Red Sox, drugs, and a comment by a Broncos fan that his team could have come back if the Pats stopped getting first downs all the time, for a total of 572 comments. This is the reason mankind is doomed to fail.)

The host conversations themselves are generally filled with vitriol and demented comments, only for the sake of garnering ratings. Jim Rome has practically made acerbic commentary a work of art.

But ninety percent of the guys who phone in to these shows have little or no facts with their opinions. It mostly consists of “Yeah, I’m Russ from Iowa State, I just wanted to say our running game is pathetic and I’m tired of Coach Chizik’s silly play-calling” or “Barack from Illinois, I think it’s really just time for a change, Dan, I’m sick of the status quo.” It’s absurd! You can spend three hours listening to people across the landscape whine and mope and not hear one decent statistic supporting anything. On the other hand, what’s good enough for our President…never mind.

And the hosts of these shows indulge our rage, which in my opinion, begins boiling whenever our team has misses an open shot or incompletes a pass with criticisms and speculation and talks of the old traditions and quarterback controversies a boiling. Remember the days when Troy Aikman could go 1-15 his first and Peyton Manning went 3-13 as starters? How many fans would call for their heads by game 8 of those seasons today, all the while the hosts leading the charge?

This brings me to the crucial part of the conversation, which for me seems to be the delicate balance between being controversial and opinionated, as TV ratings demand, and crossing the line. Isn’t the point of having four to five people on a sports morning TV show to breed dialogue, arguments, and new lines of thought? But when one of these people says the wrong word, or lets loose something the public deems offensive, why then these people lose their jobs?

I’m not sure I understand it all. Allowing people to have free-formed, spirited comments was I believe part of the 1st amendment. So I disagree when a network hires them for bold dialogue and then slaps them on the wrist when the public deems a comment inappropriate. TV started this fire, the public fanned it, but what is the sense in decrying the whole thing when people start getting burned?

This is not to say people should condone the Don Imuses of the world or be startled when someone mentions Hitler or Mussolini in a monologue, but there is always that little button at the top of your remote, called the off/on switch. You don’t like it, turn off the TV, or go toa sports site and write some fan comments.

I for one can’t wait for Part 2.

Happy Birthday Becky!

While I was going through the long process of changing this website over to a different server, I fell behind in my duties.

That isn’t too big of a deal, except one of the days that I missed a post on was Thursday, October 16, 2008. So I beseech you to read this posting as if today was that day.

Happy Birthday Becky!


Family Night - 06-06-08

If you don’t know Becky, she is the one not drinking from the cup.