27 March, 2006

Fantasy world

I'm pretty excited for baseball season to start (sorry Gwen). I'm playing fantasy baseball this year, though I won't be able to update my team that often and will probably get trounced once July rolls around.

I tried to pick as many young guys as I could this year, in the hopes that they will all have breakout seasons. While I realize that this is more than likely going to turn out quite poorly, here's hoping. I did get Papelbon, Joe Mauer, Lyle Overbay, Chris Burke, Scott Kazmir, and Nick Swisher, though. I got Manny too, so hopefully he gets pissed at the Sox and goes on a full-season tear.

On another note, I did pick up Bronson Arroyo, half because I like him and think he's a good pitcher, and half because I feel bad for what happened to him. If you're not familiar, he signed a deal that he got the short end of, money wise, so he could stay and play in Boston, a city that he loves. Jed Hoyer and Theo Epstein both maintain that there was no good faith agreement or anything similar implicit in the contract, but Arroyo could have gotten more money elsewhere but stayed because, well gee, he loves A. The game and B. The city. Trading him for an outfielder a few months later wasn't what he had in mind, I'm sure.

I can't tell you (and I'm sure many of you know) how slowly these last few weeks of senior year are going by. I've given up on doing any semblance of quality work, choosing instead to do the bare minimum and scrape by for sanity's sake. I just can't wait for this semester to be over already.

Since blogger isn't letting me upload pictures or a larger file size as I could before, I've put them in a webshots folder. That said, here are some more pictures from Ireland.

Has anyone else seen the new Skittles commercial? It's the wierdest thing I've seen on TV in a long, long time.

I've been listening to some random stuff lately, mostly things I used to listen to in say, middle and early high school. Operation Ivy, The Descendents, Rancid, Gorilla Biscuits, and Slayer, to name the most prevalent things on my itunes at the moment. No particular reason for this turn of musical events, either.

I think that it helps me work faster, when I am doing work and not just putzing aimlessly on the interweb. It kind of makes me work at a frenetic pace, as far as typing goes, which is better than listening to, say, Phish and staring at the keyboard and alternately the monitor for a full 5 minutes between sentences.

Woody Paige won on Around the Horn this afternoon. I still like Max Kellerman more than Reali, though, as Reali goes beyond annoying and mutes everyone all too often.

Tony Kornheiser also said, on Sportscenter this evening, that he was only at the NBA owners meetings in Washington 'for the free food.' I immediately thought of Bertucci...

16 March, 2006


The island of Inishmore as seem from the Fort of Donangus

Before this post gets rolling I should send a hefty congratulations to Jim, who just got in to MIT for grad school. He's smart. And very, very humble.

Also, Drew has interviews for a full time position at the fund for which he's been working for two years now, and an interview for a position at a summer program in NY. Both are pretty awesome, and I'm sure he'll update on that at some point or another when he finds out.

Anyhow, I just got back from a 10-day trip to Ireland, the southwest of the country to be exact. It was pretty fun, and I took a good deal of pictures. No, I didn't drink a whole lot, but I wasn't really going there to spend the time hungover on a bus. Sandiford does snore like a bear, by the way.

The trip was interesting, mostly rocks and sheep, repeat repeat repeat. The hills there, or what they call mountains, are really squat throughout the whole country, which was kind of disconcerting coming from the US, where a mountain is a mountain.

I liked Galway the best, out of the towns we went to, although Kinsale has a brewery which makes a beer good enough to warrant moving there. I think what I enjoyed most though was the island of Inishmore (the big island). There are only 730 people living on the whole island, and they speak Gaelic in everyday conversation. I think what I liked most about it was the fact that the whole island was covered in loose rock and no soil when it was first inhabited, but the settlers cleared all the fields by hand and made soil from seaweed and sand. The whole island is a series of short rock walls that were erected by hand over years and years. It is quite the feat of human diligence.

It was interesting to hear the different dialects and accents there, as well as the various vernacular and ways of speech. I had to get used to military time as everything over there in the newspaper is listed as such. Also, instead of saying 'six thirty,' people say 'half six,' which I took to be 'five thirty' until I finally caught on. Then there's the fact that instead of saying 'excuse me,' people just use 'sorry' as a cover all for trying to get past someone in a pub to spilling a drink all over someone. And most people will call you mate and say cheers in conversations, even when alcohol isn't involved.

Anyhow, The trip was pretty decent, and perhaps I will just post up some pictures in a day or two with labels instead of rambling on and on as I have here. Taking pictures in Ireland is somewhat of a nightmare combined with the best ever. The light constantly changes, so it's hard to get the camera to focus right so that there aren't really dark and really light spots in the picture.

I get to paint a nude model this afternoon in Oil Painting. I guess I shouldn't complain; it's my only class today. I've only had one class a day all week, which is pretty awesome. I still can't wait to graduate. If I can't find a job after college I'm moving to Ireland to work here. Or here.