Not that I’m suggesting anything…

While putting together the script to top all scripts about college basketball, I’ve considered sharing some of the images with you:

  • A college fraternity sneaking into the gym at night and changing out banners, with new ones containing small but perceptibly clever anagrams that are not obvious to the casual viewer.
  • A few students from the computer science/engineering department coordinating with students from the electrical/mechanical engineering departments to turn basketball goals hanging from the ceiling into mechanical dancers, or…
  • The same and more students turning the basketball goals into mechanised dragons and/or bats hanging from the ceiling.
  • LED light bars hidden in the rafters and turned on after the championship game to spell out a message, depending on the winner.
  • The same for the basketball court, using mesh-networked, battery powered miniLEDs inserted between the hardwood strips or on the gym walls.
  • School team coloured fog pouring out of the air vents after a big event.
  • A remote-controlled, programmable variable delay in the PA system – nothing like an announcer who hears his/her voice microseconds later than she/he expected, especially as the delay and/or compression varies in length while the person is talking, without the crowd hearing a pitch change.
  • Creating an alternative to the official event program, with whatever the creative minds in the art/literature department can come up with, distributing free and/or placing in the stands.
  • Reprogramming the security guards’ 2-way radios to pick up a music station in a foreign language at odd intervals.
  • Soap, paper towels and toilet tissue in the bathroom that change into the school colours as they get wet, the colour being semi-permanent and nontoxic.
  • Changing select sections and bars of music scores in the pep band’s music holders.
  • Replacing slides in brass/wind instruments to a slightly shorter/longer length and smaller/larger diameter; putting remote-controlled, programmable passageway restrictions deep down inside the slides; wind instruments with reconfigured fingering.
  • The team jokingly sending out fake players onto the field for practice before the game.
  • The referees wearing white-and-black striped shirts instead of black-and-white striped shirts.
  • Referee whistles that sound like foghorns or train whistles (again, programmable).
  • Home team fans/students sitting on the visitors side, filling up the seats before the doors are opened.
  • A referee fan club cheering every time a foul is called, with signs held up showing the referee’s name in large letters; the fans cheering, “run, referee [or referee’s name], run!,” every time the team ball possession changes.
  • The announcer calling out a different foul than the one indicated by the referee.
  • The foul shot shooter insisting on shooting from the top of the three-point line, with the coach running out and arguing for an extra point when the ball goes through the hoop.
  • The hoop/goal a large electromagnet programmed (again, remotely) to repel/attract the official game ball, which is actually a fake one lined with a metal mesh inside.
  • Both teams secretly agreeing to walk to the wrong side of the court for a foul shot.
  • Harlem Globetrotters appearing in one or both teams’ uniforms during halftime warmups and acting like nothing’s the matter but slowly swapping out with the real players as the Globetrotters take the other team’s sideline seats – a joke on the coaches.
  • Coaches encouraging the other team’s players and screaming at theirs – wait, they already do that, don’t they?
  • Fans/students clearing the gym just before players appear for halftime warmups.
  • Videographers’ cameras programmed to record in reverse/negative or some effect like magnifying soap bubbles.
  • Photographers forced to sit in the upper deck.
  • Reporters told obvious lies by players/coaches/fans/administration, all of the interviewees maintaining a straight face.
  • Fans running up to NCAA officials and asking for their autographs and photos with the family.
  • Gym lights briefly going out (or for lights that need warmup time, getting covered) during an official timeup, leaving only black light bulbs illuminating the gym for a couple of seconds.
  • Opposing pep bands playing a song round-robin style.
  • Renumbering the seats in opposite order, right-to-left or left-to-right (same for rows and section numbers).
  • Swapping out Pepsi-Cola and Coca-Cola labels to see who notices the difference.
  • During the game, announcing the scores of a completely different sport in a country that has maybe one or two players in the current game who get the joke.
  • The school mascot wearing an altered headgear, or one programmed to change shape throughout the game.
  • Cheerleaders jumping up and down and making mouth/facial expressions without saying anything audible.
  • Cheerleader megaphones with voice changers.
  • Folding bleachers that slightly move forward, backward, left or right throughout the game (millimeters, not inches).
  • Seats/bleachers that randomly make loud groaning sounds or aahs whenever people sit down or stand up.
  • A fan that belches loudly throughout the game.
  • A family that sits and reads some obscure literature during the game, discussing fine plot points no matter what’s going on on the basketball court.
  • People hidden under the bleachers who take, move or swap out whatever people have placed beside their feet.
  • Students holding up tablet PCs that spell out phrases, either scrolling or static.

Those are just a few of the images the script will display to the reader, including the usual clever wordplay, innuendos, misunderstandings and inside jokes we’ve come to expect.

Let the games begin!  The best teams win.

Thanks to my friends who attended such pranksterish schools as CalTech – your stories from the ’80s inspire me to this day.

A shoutout to Dr. Dalle Ave for his…well, his reputation (or lack thereof?) of kind elderly customer care.  The word is out, dude.  As the UAH students say at basketball games, “airball, airball, you suck!”  [I don’t think their cheer of “Ug-ly play-er” during a foul shot applies here, though.]  Thank goodness, my mother in-law has kids, grandkids and in-laws who care about her as a real, living, loving person.

Sympathies to the family of my high school/UTK mate, Monica.  Your father was a great man – Eastman chemist, Amway star, lakehouse chaperone, road runner, deer hunter and wise advisor to teenagers.  You, your siblings and children are wonderful examples of your father’s ability to raise well-rounded kids.  He died much too young but he’s with you in spirit the rest of your days.

Survivor: Real-Life Classroom

From my folks, both educators:

Have you heard about the next planned “Survivor” show?

Three businessmen and three businesswomen will be dropped in an elementary school classroom for 1 school year.

Every business person will be provided with a copy of his/her school district’s curriculum, and a class of 20-25 students.

Every class will have a minimum of five learning-disabled children, three with A.D.H.D., one gifted child, and two who speak limited English. Three students will be labeled with severe behavior problems.

Every business person must complete lesson plans at least 3 days in advance, with annotations for curriculum objectives and modify, organize, or create their materials accordingly. They will be required to teach students, handle misconduct, implement technology, document attendance, write referrals, correct homework, make bulletin boards, compute grades, complete report cards, document benchmarks, communicate with parents, and arrange parent conferences. They must also stand in their doorway between class changes to monitor the hallways.

In addition, they will complete fire drills, tornado drills, and [Code Red] drills for shooting attacks each month.

They must attend workshops, faculty meetings, and attend curriculum development meetings. They must also tutor students who are behind and strive to get their 2 non-English speaking children proficient enough to take the State Mandated Tests.  If they are sick or having a bad day they must not let it show.

Every day they must incorporate reading, writing, math, science, and social studies into the program. They must maintain discipline and provide an educationally stimulating environment to motivate students at all times.  If all students do not wish to cooperate, work, or learn, the teacher will be held responsible.

If not involved in extracurricular activities with the students (out-of-town sporting events, math tournaments, spelling bees, etc.), the business people will only have access to the public golf course on the weekends, but with their new salary, they will not be able to afford it.  There will be no access to vendors who want to take them out to lunch, and lunch will be limited to thirty minutes, which is not counted as part of their work day.  The business people will be permitted to use a student restroom, as long as another survival candidate can supervise their class.

If the copier is operable, they may make copies of necessary materials before, or after, school. However, they cannot surpass their monthly limit of copies.  The business people must continually advance their education, at their expense, and on their own time.

The winner of this Season of Survivor will be allowed to return to his/her job.

FINIS

You Can Run But You Can’t Hide Your Running Hose

This time of year, at least in this part of the country, nasal/chest congestion complaints fill the air.

So, with that in mind, I’m moving my imaginary international troops into Libya and declaring a global free-trade zone; also, sending UN troops to Bahrain to protect against invading Saudi forces.

Oh wait.  I’m sorry, skip that last part.  I forgot I eliminated political borders in this realm.  Everything goes, doesn’t it?

Let’s fight Saudi forces with U.S. forces and pit American fighting weaponry against itself.  I’m sure the Iranian leaders would love to see that!  I’d love to see it spill over into Iranian airspace, a simple excuse for taking care of paramilitary cyberwarriors hiding behind computer screens.

Are we a behind-the-times species acting like it’s still a few packs of primates running from large predators?

My network demonstrated its power in Chile, China, New Zealand, and Japan.  Time to stir up the sands of the Middle East and show how fleeting oil power really is, isn’t it?  One scientist suggested twisting the magnetic poles out of shape a little faster, breaking apart the mantle and sucking raw oil reserves down into the core.

Is there not another planet to play with?  Is Carlos Slim the best the world has to offer?

This, there, another.

Word trails trailing off into infinity…

Infernal internal combustion engines.

The shadow of a car making an outline of the Penn State Litany Nylon logo.

A mother in-law needing emotional support more than a cat needs dental work.

Ants roaming the house while the yard gets soaked with rain.

Giving over to randomness to prove that randomness is the variation in predictable patterns.

Watching family members insist the mother/grandmother must give up her way of life for their love and support (and their convenience, coincidentally), not the other way around.

Hearing so many others in nursing homes tell the same story – “my [family relation] felt it was in my best interest to move closer to him/her.”

I want to die where I was most comfortable, not where it was convenient for those taking care of me who’ll end up inevitably extending my life in strange surroundings which I’ll never enjoy as much as I enjoyed my comfort zone.  Do us both a favour – put me in a wheelchair and push me into the woods behind my house on a cold winter’s night, with a beer in one hand and a tall glass of whiskey in the other.

Bumper sticker on Honda CR-V near Alabama A&M campus – “My karma ran over your dogma.”

I can’t imagine having to worry about a slow decline or sudden weakness in my old age and afraid to tell my family relations I don’t feel well, knowing they’re just waiting for an excuse to move me to their comfort zone, thinking little of what “home” means to me, not them.

I gave in to temptation today.  Yes, my flesh is weak.  I bought my wife and me six, count them, SIX cupcakes decorated in green and white for St. Patrick’s Day, courtesy of Publix and David (customer service team leader) and Nathan, bagger supreme.

During a walk up and down the street, I played chase with a neighbour’s little boxer puppy and had fun like a kid again.

Do you manage the IT department of your company?  If so, do you read or have an employee read/scan the emails of employees/executives for company security purposes?  Do you archive IM sessions and SMS text messages sent from company smartphones?  Do you monitor IP traffic passing through the airwaves of company property?  Do you use GPS trackers in company cars and company credit cards?  Are you part of a larger network paid to keep tabs on specific individuals for a purpose that may or may not coincide with company policy?  Do you secretly pay car rental companies to provide tracking data and private investigators, when off-the-books recordkeeping is absolutely necessary?

Thank goodness, no one wants to keep me alive for his/her sake, except my wife, of course, most days, anyway. 😉

Otherwise, as my sister says, it’ll just be a matter of managing my monetary resources to stretch them as much as possible to provide me the comfort and care that is as humane as I would choose to treat my aging pets.

Vanna, I’m glad you still have that smile.

Claire, sorry to hear about your transportation vehicle.

Holding seven billion people and the supporting global ecosystem in my hand, I ask myself what tearing down and rebuilding the system to my specifications (with guidance by the Committee, as always) will bring to future generations unaware of invisible hands directing their ancestors’ actions.

Thank goodness, I’m not the only one.

It’s all about the paradigm of the network in today’s pallid parlour parleying parlance.

If you can’t harness the Sun, then grab le règne by the horns.

My worst torture – being the eldest male at a funeral and filling up my thoughts with more and more new comedy sketches about the dead but mentally shutting down and going into automaton mode while having to play the part of the serious wise elder, not the wise guy.

Celebrate living by having fun – there’s plenty of time to be dead serious.

Most of us grew up some place we call local and probably “home.”  Don’t feel sorry for everyone else – just treat them like good family members, with a little love and gentle humour to help lighten the burden of daily living.

Besides, Earth is home to all of us, no matter how we treat it or each other.

Hard to believe the Bristol race track is as old as I am.  My father says he took me not long after I was born so the speedway is just about my oldest memory other than my parents’ loving faces.  Let’s go racing, shall we?

Glad the Kingsport track is running.

Time to put Claire Lynch back on my Internet tunes and swing to her sweet bluegrass voice.

2011 is not the worst year in my life (or my species) but it sure is a big one.  Good thing I know all about the big picture and the circles, cycles and spirals that make everything new all over again.

Mike “Aww Shucks” A. Bee

When life hands you lemons, plant an orchard and start a citrus import/export business.

We continue the experiment on time/heat-released dissoluble, transdermal patches built into athletic socks and that control biorhythms.

A nod to the painted faces last night – great team support by fans!

As 2011 progresses, I ask myself what I am to do with myself.

Past the skin barrier, where does self end?

Or, for that matter, where does self start?

Am I a self-starter?

Every generation thinks it’s the first and the last.

I know better because I do not exist.

Therefore, although it would be a hearty suggestion, I’m not going to go around convincing subdivisions/housing estates to erect art sculptures at every entrance in order to help support “thinking outside the box” that art is supposed to start.

I just watch and listen.

Let the shepherds have their sheep.

On galactic scales, we’ll disappear soon enough.

Life has become so much more enjoyable after I let myself accept I’ll be dead and forgotten but giving care and attention to those I can without making extraordinary effort (“do until others undo you”):

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. — Joseph Campbell [Read more: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/j/joseph_campbell.html#ixzz1Gb5ZsTJt]

Our yard is my homage to the natural world, including invasive, nonnative species competing with native species to capture my attention, especially in spring, with crocuses, daffodils, vinca, marsh marigold, trillium and violet blooms in full display; squirrels, chipmunks, chickadees, hawks, crows, cardinals, snails, lizards, spiders, roaches, lichen, moss, and mushrooms at work/play.

I am neither peacenik nor warhawk, I repeat, but troubleshooter and solution seeker.

Like Hermann Hesse, I don’t know which of the many doors in the Magic Theatre to walk through.  Life is a series of macabre, as well as normal-looking, opportunities for decisionmaking.

A temporary conflux, I am here to represent the universal that flows through me (like it flows through all of us as states of energy within the current version of the universe that we see it in this moment together).

I will not compete with what others call their visions for the future.

All I can do is follow the path that hindsight/foresight reveals to me in real-time.

Go with the flow.

Let private property rights’ opponents, both in ownership and in disagreement over the right of private property, work out their differences.

After all, I don’t own the universe nor it me.  I type words in my thoughts that somehow make a little bit of sense on the electronic display in front of me.

If the environment in which I exist is not conducive to healthy thought patterns, is there a conducive environment and  do I have the fortitude/energy to move into that shared space?

If temptation is an illusion of subcultural training (i.e., a byproduct or negative consequence of a subculture’s preferred behaviour set), then what are the behaviours I prefer to nurture within the states of energy that are me, knowing I am a product of a mixture of subcultures because none of us live in a vacuum (although some are fairly well isolated socioculturally)?

If sanity is an illusion based on unwritten formulae for group normality conformity, and I care little about the definition of normality because it does not exist, why do I find a fairly benign public persona to project to others socially?

I have nothing to hide/protect although I care about comfortable companionship with others.

A chameleon confirming others’ beliefs, letting them keep their illusions intact.

Some days I want to expose the illusions and some days I enjoy playing along.

I neither hate nor love my subcultural training – my states of energy are in their shared condition because of my background/upbringing – I will neither condemn nor praise my past, illusionary though it may be.

Stick to the moment because my memory is false and filtered like official historical tales.

The alternate universe of a blog is, to remind myself, a manipulable entity to help me discover what it’s truly like to be part of a universe at play in the moment; that way, I never have to care about the difference between imagining what’s real and what’s not real.

This moment passes and then the next moment passes.  That’s as real as it gets these days.

One Force

Rather, make that 14ERS.

A mobile shoutout to Dudley DeVore.

And then there were two.

Smells like team spirit…make some noise…can you stand up for the last minute of the game?

They don’t play a lot of country music at basketball games, do they?

Let’s have a music showdown between the Stillman and UAHuntsville pep bands, with cheerleader/mascot accompaniment.

Technical foul!

Good, ’cause I was about to eat zebra for a midnight snack.

HEADLINER: No. 3, the Stillman Showboater Tiger, vs. no. 2, the UAHuntsville Energizer Charger.

A hearty cheer for the one-hit Wonderboys -you held up well vs. the home team crowd.

Watching these young people – players, cheerleaders, trainers, students, band – I wonder which ones represent future community leadership.

Get your head in the ga…rebound!

How do you assess focus? Energy management?

Dinner at Pizza Hut tonight, Charlie the Team Member serving and Jimmy the Shift Manager managing, after seeing Jana and Brian’s new Corgi, “Duke,” and Jonathan and Tammy’s pics of new house on a road named after a popular beverage.

When the other team has figured out your signals, you change the way you shout out game plans.

Jeff Mikatarian used to be the Charger mascot.

My trifecta dream? UTK men and UTK Lady Vols with UAHuntsville men pulling the brass ring in the same year. If Walters State, Georgia Tech and ETSU won their championships, I’d swear I was in heaven.

But I am in heaven because I see players realise smart clock management and finding the second/third/fourth wind you didn’t know you had in you proves to yourself your dreams are in your control, with plenty of community/family support where you least expect it.

You win because you share your talent and determination with them, not just because the scoreboard said you defeated your competition.

Just like freedom of speech means defending the rights of people with whom you disagree the most, so that you give each other the opportunity to learn something new.

For instance, time/energy management is technical genius, don’t you know?

I want to learn why the UAHuntsville mascot wears no. 23. My wife wants to learn why the cheerleaders don’t combine cheers with dancing/acrobatics when they run onto the basketball court.

With so many films/television shows centering drama/comedy on basketball, creating a new twist is a tinier niche to find and fill, but I’m working on the masterpiece while watching/cheering on many teams right now.

The slim server at Pizza Hut and the blue-eyed vender at Spragins Hall know what I’m going to find irony in, don’t they?

The rest of the phone-texting world will have to wait.

14,299 days to go. I’m easily diverted, happily so.

Life happens – you reason your own reason on your own, TRIPLEL or otherwise. Charge on!

The moment’s all we have so own it.

Right now, I choose Division II. Is that a Saturn-shaped ball logo? Zeus will have to wait.

Final score after 1 OT: 74-71. Ides of March, be prepared.

Mischief Lived Here

Eventually, I’ll combine all my observations of a basketball tournament into an original riff.

For now, one question and one insight.

Question: does your school/university have a reputation for pulling off technical stunts of genius at sporting events and if not, why not? The administration secretly hopes it’ll happen in a fun but not destructively disrupting manner in order to increase the institution’s intellectual reputation. [in other words, a hint about what my comic riff will improv upon]

Insight: as a former higher education student/instructor, I can look into the eyes of most students and figure out which ones have never cheated on an exam or copied someone else’s homework/project assignment. A fact, not a condemnation, about our psychological behaviour.

Wall-Bash Cannonball

First of all, I tip my hat to the Vietnam veteran who sat next to my wife at the basketball game last night – you are not forgotten.

Although my wife does not want this parallel universe of a blog and any effects, real or imagined, it causes to what we call our universe (the superset in which the subset of a parallel universe of a blog that is just another set of states of energy resides), I’ll keep the humour flowing out of this blog and into our lives.

For instance, is de la Mole in “Queen Margot” the inspiration for Will Smith’s role in “Enemy of the State”? Probably not “Six Degrees of Separation” between the two.

Do you have to prove your man/womanhood to yourself or others? Do you laugh at gender roles because you’re comfortable in your essence of self?

Is the universe designed solely for your comfort, in other words?

Does everything that happens to and around you, both in happiness and in pain, benefit you in some way even if it sometimes takes years to see why?

A reader asked how to hack/copy a sim card to turn an iPad into a roving command center. I honestly don’t know how. That’s none of my personal business.

Labels are symbols for comic relief – science, religion, politics, sports, business, academics, life, love, mass media, technology, etc. – that’s truly all I know and the secret of my successful ascension to domination of this blog.

The rest is just random interaction of states of energy that seem to have/seek a patterned purpose at the local, antlike level.

I woke up at five years of age and have been trying to go back to sleep ever since, but the brain has no off switch. Many ways to numb it and only one way to stop it.

I’m happy to let it run until it runs out of steam.

Technology is a means, not a means to an end.

Ants on the window screen and in the house – spring is here! That’s what the blooming Japanese redbud told me, anyway.

I do not presume God, Allah, Yahweh, Buddha, Shiva or a deity/Deity will intercede on my behalf and am constantly learning to accept random incidents, no matter how serendipitous they appear, as if they happen on purpose only through hindsight and without human reason through the big picture view of foresight. God/Deity/deities/universe is greater than me, obviously.

I never assume I know what I’m doing with my imperfect self.

Did I thank Amie at Beauregard’s yesterday? My poor, poor memory – what Am I to do with me/you/us, mon ami?

No drumline tonight

Congrats to UAH for a hard-fought victory over Clark-Atlanta in an NCAA Div II South regional basketball game, 77-63, at Spragins Hall on the UAH campus.

Great fan/student support.

Perfectly planned and implemented show by officials, coaches, players, cheerleaders/mascot, event mgmt, facilities mgmt, venders, ticket sellers, parking attendants, etc.

My wife and I had a great time.

We look forward to another exciting game.

Humour will have to wait a bit longer. An original twist has to brew in my thoughts.

Actually, it’s time for the cat’s pain medication and antibiotics.

Plus, the Kindle locked up and rebooted after I typed a long blog entry – too lazy to reconstruct the “meditation on college life/basketball”entry from memory planned to be titled “Nick Cannon to the rescue.” Quick nod to two names called out in the blog, Joe Smith and Craig Knight, wherever you are.

Jessie at at&t says my ADSL line is now scheduled to be operational by tomorrow. My lost-time refund grows on this month’s bill.

Tout de suite…je te frappe pas! A suivre…

Duty calls.

Ou est le DSLAM?

Kernels of burning clutch smoke cling to my nostrils.

Another list, of last night’s auction winnings: shamrock trio pillowcase set, St. Patrick’s Day party pack (handcrafted St. Patrick’s Day wreath and party supplies, assortment of homemade breads (compliments of UCP special instructor Amelia Hardin) featuring fresh Irish Soda, sourdough, multigrain, and cinnamon roll, case of Killian’s Irish Red beer, 54 images of Ireland playing card set and basket), homemade breads gift set (Katie O’Reilly’s Irish Soda Bread mix, Irish blessing/Celtic cottage bread warmer by Seneca Ceramics, bread by Amelia and basket), Memphis Mania weekend getaway package, Dinner & Dancing Lessons package, carrot cake by Ellen’s Creative Cakes, scripture hand towel set (featuring Joshua 24), and flower pot of blooming shamrocks.

Thanks to the band, Bourbon and Shamrocks, the dancers, Jerry Hayes and others like Casey and Nancy, Holiday Inn veteran of 3 years, and police officers keeping the streets safe for sober drivers (sober than what, I ask).

Humour in another blog soon (behind-the-scenes mishaps at a basketball tournament, perhaps, in the style of Corman/Altman?).

A nod to the Elgars and Ives of the world. A young friend asked, “Why is the leader of France named So-crazy?” Rhetorical, once again! Bars/pubs take bets on the eye action of Pat Sajak. “Shot of Jack when Sajak jacks his chin down.”

What price happiness…

or, never look a pedigreed cat in the mouth.

Let’s tally the cost of real love: comprehensive health exam, plasma biochemistry profile 15, complete blood cell count, electrolyte balance analysis, total T4 thyroid analysis IH, Buprenex injection (analgesic), radiographic exam/interpretation 2, 1 litre IV fluids bag, fluids -administration drip set, infusion pressure pump, catheter-IV setup, Clindamycin injection, hospitalisation < 20 lbs, ear/skin cytology, more injections/monitoring, teeth cleaning ("dental prophylaxis"), canine/double tooth extractions, regional anaesthesia-gingival Bloc, nursing care LVT, surgery supplies, Tramadol TD by syringe, Clindamycin aquadrops, dextrose 50 percent solution injection and two prescriptions = $2065.49.

Now that's love!

Love sits by the window, soaking up the sunshine.

Thanks to Dr. Herring, Dr. Brown, Dr. Serio, Courtney, Joclyn and all the smiling faces at Hampton Cove Animal Hospital for this happy moment.

Thanks to Dominique at at&t for letting me know the ADSL problem in this area will be fixed by 3:43 p.m. or 24-hr refunds start kicking in for all the affected ADSL customers (I added that last part, not her).

Thanks to Amazon Kindle 3G service for Internet access – always reliable, like our Nokia 3120b with at&t mobile phone service.