Friday, December 19, 2008
Snead's uses nothing but hickory for their fire & smoke, and what immediately got our attention was the fact that they use absolutely no seasoning or rub or any kind on their meat. It's completely naked when served, with two kinds of homemade recipe sauces on the side to try. The brisket was excellent, as was the pork shoulder (shaved, not pulled, an interesting touch). The ribs were gigantic and meaty, but were lacking in flavor due in part to no seasoning, but still tasty & smoky. Deciding that a 3-meat platter would not suffice, Martin & I decided to also split a "smoked meat log" on a long bun. Essentially it's smoked pork, brisket, ham, and turkey, finely chopped & placed on a hoagie bun. Gorgeous.
When it came down to Martin & myself in an unofficial eating contest, he had pretty much starved himself all day, which clearly gave him the edge. He walked through the heaping piles of smoked flesh like he was a starving soccer player stranded in the Andes Mountains. It was both beautiful and appalling to watch. My wife and our friend Brooke, along with a couple of wait staff, looked on in horror as we slopped away. Dining with us at a BBQ establishment is not for the squeamish, as clearly depicted in the photos. The scene will likely repeat itself within the next few months, after a thorough colon cleansing and several bowls of oatmeal for artery flushing. Fresh as a daisy! Thanks to Snead's & their pitmaster for turning out good product that is done the family way. Just the way it should be.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
It's made me finally get to the point of contemplating if we (or maybe just I) could go a weekend day, maybe a full weekend....hell, maybe even a work day, without a computer, a cell phone, even television or the radio. It's ridiculous to think that we can't. Of course we can. I think about when I was a kid and all I needed was a few Hot Wheels cars and a flat surface, a couple of plastic WWF wrestlers to stage a brawl with, or the marble game at Granny Ocle's house. If I was outside, it was a baseball bat hitting rocks over the road (Home Run!), or endlessly riding the alleys around town on my bike. Later in my teens it was playing "Shaq Ball" at Chantry Elementary on the 9 ft. hoop, playing golf around the farm, or playing the drums for hours on end. I didn't need electronic stimuli 24 hours a day, like I seem to need now. Just the other night, I stayed up and read the latest on the ISU Football coaching situation (because THAT'S important shit, right?), online of course. Then for bedtime, how about watching Intervention until I finally decide enough is enough at 1:15 AM. Stupid. No wonder I'm a terrible morning person.
As I begin to reflect on 2008, it's human nature to say that I will "start fresh" in the new year, kicking serious ass on getting up in the morning, working out religiously, eating right, reading (and finishing) no less than 3 books a month, and on and on..... But what's keeping us all from starting fresh with something right now? And why do we feel so compelled to cramming umpteen new "habits" into our lives all starting at the same time? We're doomed for failure from the start with that strategy, which is why a lot of us are no better off with the resolutions we made at the beginning of the year than we are today. And the cycle repeats itself every January 1st. Awesome.
I say a good place to start is by recognizing the things in life that need some tweaking. it's not so much that we need to quit technology cold turkey, but man....wouldn't it be nice to just sit in some peace & quiet every now & then, knowing that the only thing you have to be doing in that moment is just be with yourself for a while? I'm wanting to embark on a pretty ambitious project that's been in various stages of "Pending" for a few years now, and one of the requirements of the project would be just that....a lot of time with myself, reflecting and writing. Pen and paper. Early morning. And some coffee, of course. But what it will really take is not necesarilly new habits, but some times IN habit. A conversation I had with Jason Womack when he was passing through town a while back brought that revelation to light. You don't form habits forcing yourself to do something. You form habits by spending quality time performing those actions you wish to become habits. A subtle but powerful thought right there.
So what does that mean in regards to technology and it's stranglehold on our collective brains? It simply means to recognize the issues arrising from a lack of quality time spent using those tools, and subtley shifting our focus to spending times IN habit on the the things that matter to us....Not just the superficial stuff, but the the stuff deep down. Here's another idea that maybe worth doing a few times between now & then on our own: Shutdown Day. Going offline for 24 hours. Why save it for a vacation day? Why not once a week? Just a thought.
So I'll be spending some time in habit pulling away from the screens from time to time, and shut it down, go offline, reboot, and (insert another lame techie adjective here) to reconnect with the things that are truly important. Join me. Just don't update your progress on Facebook to tell everyone how it's going.
So now, as Merlin would say, get out of here and go make something good.
Note: Yes, the UUK Staff acknowledges that the views & opinions expressed in this post do not reflect, and in fact fly completely in the face of, any and all previous content on this site. We're okay with that. Hope you are, too. Carry on then...
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Let me repeat that. Hurricanes "Bill" and "Ida" are coming in 2009. Folks, this is not a drill. Buy your plywood. Fill your bath tubs. Make sure the generator runs. Get ready.
I can likely predict how this will go. Since they pick names in the order of the alphabet, "Bill" will be an early season tropical storm, likely in the far southern Gulf Coast. Characteristically, he will be a relatively normal, tired early season storm, maybe not even reaching hurricane strength. He'll be early to form, and early to fizzle out (as depicted here).
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Yes, the Bruce Dickinson. I'm not entirely sure which the Bruce Dickinson, though.... Either the Bruce Dickinson who puts his pants on just like the rest of us-- one leg at a time. Except, once his pants are on, he makes gold records.
Or the Bruce Dickinson with the shredding pipes of one of the 80's greatest metal bands. Regardless, he got my vote for Member of Educational Service Unit, Sub-District 6 last night, and it's a better Educational Service Unit Sub-District 6, either way. I think.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Well, it looks like the updates are complete on the malvernia.com website. It's got a great new look and feel to it. It also appears that some conspicuous blog post links are appearing on the side of the front page, which bear a striking resemblance to blog post titles found on the site you're enjoying right now. Well, this should be interesting.
I'll remind the folks coming over to this site that while I can't promise All-Malvern content, your experience will be richly rewarded with thought-provoking content that you can use and re-use in your daily interactions with family, friends, co-workers, and the like. Yes, feel free to enlighten someone that, indeed, Steve Buschemi's teeth actually DO have independent contracts. (factcheck.com that one!). As I stated before, think of this as the online, tech-savvy version of "Grannies Have More Fun" (Bridge Club updates and sweet roll recipes forthcoming).
Okay, well then at the very least, don't take thigs too seriously over here. I certainly don't. While I may strive for better content, it's still usually the shiniest, loudest things in front of me that will get my attention & end up here, unfortunately. I gotta be me. And please....please do not have my dear mother be guilty by association for any offenses caused on this site. The poor woman can't operate a remote control, let alone turn on and navigate a computer. She knows not what goes on here. And that's probably a good thing.
Well, welcome back, Malvernia.com friends. Enjoy.....and endure.
UPDATE: Well, seems as if the link I had bookmarked was actually linked to the still "work in progress" website. So it's not done yet. I'll leave the links up since I don't think it's hurting anything. Still some functionality stuff to work out on it, I hear. Anyway, I think it looks good. So there's no true Malvernites linking here through that site yet. We can still talk about dick jokes & get away with it. Score.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
-- Steve Buschemi's teeth each operate under their own independent contract.
-- Democrats and Republicans need to settle on one lone definition of the term "Elitist".
-- Eavesrop on an old ladies' conversation long enough, and you'll hear about rhubarb.
-- I'm 32 years old, and I still get goosebumps when I see Hulk Hogan step into the squared circle.
-- There's teamwork, and then there's Steve Buschemi's teeth.
Friday, October 17, 2008
"Let me be clear on one point: I can’t predict the short-term movements of the stock market. I haven’t the faintest idea as to whether stocks will be higher or lower a month — or a year — from now. What is likely, however, is that the market will move higher, perhaps substantially so, well before either sentiment or the economy turns up. So if you wait for the robins, spring will be over."
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Something that made me rekindle this passion was an evening spent perusing old classic clips of a drummer for whom there is no equal. I had heard of Buddy Rich from a few adults when I was young. But I was a metalhead, swooned by the power chops of Alex Van Halen, Charlie Benante, Nicko McBrain, and the Rock Drum God himself, the reason I even picked up a drumstick, Rush's Neil Peart. I decided to buy a CD of Buddy's, Mercy Mercy, when I was in high school, and I was blown away. Problem was, I really needed to see it to believe it. I never really got the chance to see much at all of Buddy actually play the drums, until I started looking around on YouTube. I was hooked, and I was speechless. Buddy passed away in 1987, but I think any honest drummer will tell you that there has never been, still to this day, a better drummer than Buddy Rich. He's Beethoven, He's Michael Jordan, He's Tiger Woods, he's.....whatever. You don't have to be a fann of Jazz, swing, or big band to appreciate the gifts of Buddy. All you have to do is see it to believe it.
Apparently I missed the fact that he was a regular on the Tonight Show back in the 70's and 80's, as Johnny Carson was fascinated by Buddy, and they had developed a good friendship. These are a lot of the clips that you can find now, and it's all great stuff. I've picked out two clips that I think show Buddy at his ridiculous best. The first one is a solo of his from 1970, and from about the 3:10 mark to the end, his single-stroke roll is beyond human.
This is one of at least dozens of his appearances on the Tonight Show. Best I can figure this is from 1984 or 85. That puts him at 66 or 67 years old in this appearance. Unreal. You can also get an idea of his uber-confident & cool personality in the interview afterwards. There was absolutely nobody like him. Ever.
And I thought I could end this post without adding this one, but I can't. Here's Neil Peart, playing his stripped down jazz kit with the Buddy Rich Big Band. He even throws in his trademark cowbells, so there's no mistaking who he is. Well, If you've stayed with this blog post this long, you've pretty much learned 80% of Drum History getting schooled by these two.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
What also needs to be considered is the fact that it's not enough that you simply get things done. Efficient widget-cranking can be done by anyone, and it feels good for a time. But there has to be more substance to it. To all of it.
That's why this essay by online blog legend Merlin Mann is resonating so strongly after reading it for the first time over 3 weeks ago. It's probably a good reason why I'm not striving for daily, sometimes even weekly quanitiy on this site. Quality is still debatable, I'll grant you. And it's not just in our work, per se. Think of 3 or 4 worthless, zero return-on-investment, brainsuck activities you've particpated in. In the last hour......
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I get ribbed at work for how often I go back home. It's not even 2 hours away, and recently I needed to be there often to help with my parents' move. But it doesn't take much for me to find an excuse to come home, even when nothing is going on. I've thought a lot about why it still means so much to me. Part of it comes from my family, and the deep sense of community and love there was in how the town treated my Uncle Burt all of his life. I grew up watching those interactions between normal townspeople and a man with a handicap and an immeasurably large heart. Nothing could've resonated stronger with a little kid, learning life lessons, one post office trip at a time shadowing my uncle. Maybe it's an overwhelming sense of gratitude I have to the town for all of those moments of kindness and love shown to him while he was alive. A life that could've been so hopeless and lost, instead was one of the most meaningful and special, to the hundreds who were willing and eager to let him into theirs.
Another important reason that home is still home stems from the loss of two close friends when I was 16, and the healing that only came with time spent with other close friends who were feeling the same gaping sense of loss that I was. I never missed a chance to get together back home with the boys when I knew there was going to be a group back in town. There was no better time spent in my life than those times among friends, living moments we knew wouldn't be possible for two lives cut entirely too short.
I know I'm not alone. People transplanted much farther away than me still feel a connection they can never shake to the same home I have. Like many, you have to be away from it for a while to appreciate it. Zack is one of those people. We express our love, gratitude, and admiration of home in different ways. SOmw write about it, some make music inspiried by it. In Zack's case, he expresses it on a canvas. Now he shares his admiration of home with anyone who can appreciate the subtlties that can only be pulled out of regular, everyday scenes with an artist's eye. I'm fortunate enough to have 3 of his prints, each of which is a scene I consider to be part of my home. So many of his paintings resonate deeply with many from there. Consider me one of them.
I've attached a few pieces of his work. Below is an interview done a while back from an Omaha news station. It's good to know that I'm not alone, I guess.
Random Trivia: Darren & Dixon, back in the day, formed a band the likes of which have never been seen....what did they call themselves, and what was the first song they played together?
It was a good crowd, but for once in my lifetime, there were actually 3 options for revelers to choose from for their Friday night downtown carousing. Charlie & Cindy have their place going well, and with a town the size of Malvern, that's no small feat. Bradley's opened up recently, and has been doing a very good dinner business, drawing crowds from out of town every weekend. City Councilman (God, that is strange to say) Shane Sayers brought his brand of country & parrothead singing to the place, which was a good time. And then....you can always count on Shaker's. It's funny how you can't smoke in Shaker's anymore, yet you still come out of there smelling like the ass end of a Marlboro Red. Awesome.
Good times with good friends all night, regardless of where you were. The old town seems to be doing just fine these days.
Pics courtesy of Gary Giaffoglione
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Games watched/suffered through included:
- Iowa-Iowa St. (absolutely brutal to watch. Why Tim accepted a bet with Thad getting only 7 points instead of 14, I have no idea. It's your own fault, dude.)
- Missouri-Nevada (Mizzou is like watching a video game with the opponent skill level set to "novice")
- Meeechigan-Notre Dame
- Georgia-South Carolina
- Georgia Tech-Virginia Tech
- New Mexico St.-Nebraska
- Ohio St.-USC (a woodshed game, as predicted)
- Oklahoma-Washington (that wasn't even fair)
- Wisconsin-Fresno St.
Whenever one of these days materializes, I also try to come up with something good to make. This weekend it was a dish that I had wanted to try, and I finally got the opportunity to test it out. Brunswick Stew originated in Brunswick, GA, fittingly enough. Some claim it originated in Virginia. Who knows. Once it's made, it is a cross between chili, BBQ, and some buffalo wing flavors. The main ingredient for this experiment: A whole smoked chicken, chopped up, even a little bit of the crispy skin that's rendered down. So if you're in the mood for something different from your regular 'ol chili recipe this Fall, you might want to give something like this a try. I think this will be my soup tailgate contribution this year.
I started with this as my base recipe. I figured if anyone knows Georgia cookin' it's this lady. Then I added a few things to make it mine, I guess (can't divulge any secrets, though). I was quite happy with the results, and the leftovers are back on the stove simmering away as we speak.
Time to watch the Chiefs drop a deuce against an inferior opponent at Arrowhead. You can sense my optimism.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Right off the top: I'm setting the Over/Under on national media outlets using the phrase "Houston, we have a problem." for their Hurricane Ike coverage at 73. Anyone want that action?
There's a bunch of chasers who are readying themselves today for landfall just south of the Galveston area. While it doesn't look like this one will be a huge wind maker (oh, it will be windy, I'm sure), the bigger concern is the storm surge that will be pushing right into the bay at Galveston. It's going to be a wet one down there. I'd go ahead and fill up that tank of gas today before the price jumps $.50 overnight.
Latest satellite image is showing that it's picking up some steam, trying to form a real eyewall. THe core of it has been floundering in its trek across the Gulf of Mexico, but the overal size of the storm is freakishly large. I'll get some cool GRLevel3 Radar images up when it gets in closer. I'll make weather geeks out of you knobs yet!
Here's Ike on Saturday morning around 7:25 CST. I missed out on the good images of it making landfall about 1 AM last night. Still, Houston is in for a long day after a loooooong night. Galveston, Houston, and points directly east of town took a serious pounding.
Monday, September 8, 2008
What is extra special about my birthday is that I get to share it with my dad. When I turned 4, he turned 40. So to a 4 year-old, my math equation deduced that when I turned 5, he would turn 50, 6 and 60, and so forth... Needless to say, Dad's old today. Love ya, Pop.
Well, this particular birthday is definitely one that falls in the "No Need To Celebrate" category. Here's one of my favorite comedians, Patton Oswalt, to explain which birthdays you're allowed to celebrate.
Friday, September 5, 2008
So how do you do the hard mental reboot? Well, that's obviously somewhat subjective, depending or your personality type. What is universal with humans is that your brain is a lousy place to keep a list of projects or to-do's. So a natural place to start is to figure out exactly what all of the "stuff" is that's not only cluttering your physical work or living space, but deciding concretely what the next step is to get something closer to completion. No doubt most of us have some time bombs lurking in our in-baskets, an unfinished project that landed in our email inbox that hasn't been opened in 2 weeks, or a garage that was slated to be cleaned out months ago which keeps mysteriously accumulating random crap that doesn't belong there. Whatever it is, you've got to be able to capture it all, somehow, some way, and someplace. The all-knowing wizard of Getting Things Done, David Allen, says that "You'll only be comfortable with what you're not doing, when you know what you're not doing."
Think about that for a second. It seems like the times when an unfinished task or project comes up from the deep recesses of what little brain matter I have is at a time or location when I have zero ability to do anything about it. Rarely do we even have a piece of paper and a pen to jott it down. Of course, by the time you need to remember it, your brain has already sent it back to the bottom of the stack, only to bring it back to the top when you can't do a thing about it. Again. Setting aside some time to dump as many of these loose strands out of my head as I can onto a piece of paper at least gets it out of my head. The next step is getting that information into a system I will use and trust, so when I need it, I've already done all of the thinking that I needed to. It's one thing to write it down, but quite another to get it onto a place you know you will see it and utilize it.
So if you're like me, the daily grind can turn your workspace, kitchen, house, computer, and brain into EF4 tornado damage (had to sneak in some weather geekdom). Setting aside a little time each week to get clear & current on everything you've got on your plate can mean the difference between an enjoyable, relaxing weekend at home, or one packed with nothing but fear and dread for the coming week ahead. Here's a little something I do. I'll take all of the random stuff that's accumulated on my desk, and throw it all in/around the in-basket (Yes, this is my crap. Frightening.). Then, one-by-one, I pick up each item, determine what it is, what if anything is actionable about it, and figure out where it goes. If it's a task, it'll end up going into my particular list system that I can review pretty much anywhere at anytime. Project materials get placed in the proper files, and stuff I don't need heads to the recycle bin. Same goes for email.
Do I always practice what I preach? Anyone who knows me pretty much knows the answer to that. I'm an 18-carat procrastinator, mixed in with what I'm sure has to be some adult ADHD. But I'm better today because the tricks I've learned trying to stay on top of all the different stuff that goes on in this "game of work, and the business of life." There's thousands of things you can check out about this GTD stuff, which in true geek circles is referred to as "productivity p0rn". For many it's not as guilty, but equally procrastinative to cruise a bunch of GTD-themed websites and still not do anything that is considered actual work. But I'm sure none of you will have that problem.
So bottom line: It's never going to all get done. Just (literally) get your sh*t together, and get to the point where you know all of the things that you're doing, or more imporatntly, all the things you're NOT doing!
Friday, August 29, 2008
For you Malvern/Emmetsburg folks, tell me who this guy looks like. I don't want to be the one to name him by name (HINT: His name starts with a Mike). Am I wrong??
A couple more to tide you over through the weekend, then I promise some substance. Who knew Bert & Ernie were into Grindcore? I'll never look at kids television again. And I'm okay with that.
This is so stupid. lol
Okay, I'm done with this. I promise.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
WARNING: This. Is. Awesome.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
It's officially Silly Season in Lincoln, as the college football season is finally here. This is our 7th fall of being fully intrenched in what has to be easily one of, if not THE most obsessed fanbases in the game. Their recent struggles have been pretty well-documented: the debacle of the last 4 years, the hiring, the firing, the end of the bowl streak, worst defense ever, the Return of the Messiah, back to tradition, restoring the order, yadda, yadda, yadda.....
But this off-season really has been unlike anything Nebraskans have ever experienced. Bo Pelini, the man that can seemingly walk on the waters of Lake McConaughey, was brought back as head coach. He's short-tempered, bullheaded, and has the entire state hanging (and agreeing) with his every single word. As soon as a new coach arrives in Lincoln (which has happened 5 times in the last 50 years) he is instantly the most recognizable man in the state. Every old lady and every old crusty farmer at every kitchen table, every coffee shop, grain elevator.....everyone in every place can gladly orate at great length their thoughts on Bo Pelini's defensive philosophy, his coaching resume, his staff, his recruiting class, his returning starters, his wife & kids, church affiliation, favorite restaurants, etc.... You get the idea.
And in case you trip over a plow and get a case of amnesia, most everyone here does something to their property to remind you of exactly where you are. It may be a simple flag or stone, but often times it's never that understated. Case in point: If this was a picture of an acreage on the outskirts of Ames, then I'd be impressed. Sadly, it's on the outskirts of Lincoln. I guess it loses the dramatic effect.
The in-state media has been relentless/comical in trying to get every angle on the new regime. Today in a press conference leading up to their first game, Pelini was asked repeatedly when he would be handing out the famous Blackshirts to his defensive starters. Would it be this week before the first game, or would he (gasp) wait until sometime AFTER the first game? Is that fair to his players? These are the questions he gets. Yes, a seemingly arbitrary, vague piece of practice apparel strangely happens to be one of the most significant and observed traditions, not only by the players, but fandom statewide. Who cares? In Nebraska, everyone does.
As many would assume, expectations for success over the next few years is as high as it was back in the glory days of the 90's. Crazy, you say? Maybe. Don't tell that to First National Bank, which takes up the most prime billboard real estate in town, just outside Memorial Stadium with this not-so-subtle statement. No pressure or anything, Bo.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
The crowd at the Cove is interesting, as at least 2/3 of the crowd brings lawn & camping chairs to sit in. To each his own, I guess. You can get away with that for some shows they get there, but whatever. We found our way up front to a relatively small crowd of fans up on the rail. Hell.....5th row for the Crowes? I'll take it. Some seasoned (okay, stoned) fans who had made the trip from out of town couldn't figure it out, either. But the place filled in nicely once the show started.
FWIW....I have all the adoration in the world for Kate Hudson, but how did Chris Robinson position himself in life to be the father of her child?? Great front man, yes, but Jesus Quincy Adams, that is a strange looking dude. He looks like a hillbilly Tom Green. Sorry....just a rude, random thought....
Since my camera has yet to be replaced from going swimming, the first image is a shitty picture from my cell phone. Hey, it's the best I can do. The Crowes play at the Val-Air Ballroom in Des Moines in December, so check them out if you get the chance.
The set list
Movin' On Down The Line ->
Goodbye Daughters Of The Revolution
Lay It All On Me
Downtown Money Waster ->
Thorn In My Pride
Twice As Hard
- encore -
Don't Do It
Friday, August 15, 2008
Answer: Hearing it 4 at-bats in a row. Against your favorite team who you think is finally turning some sort of futility corner.
That's right, folks. Back...to back....to back.....to back home runs.
Roll the ugliness.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Feel free to suggest a caption for this photo in the Comments section.
Monday, August 11, 2008
You see, what I do isn't glamorous (you really thought you were the only one?) and it's not easily explained in a nice, tidy sentence or two. That's one huge reason why teaching can be so difficult for me. I explain to people when asked that I am a "Dirt Cop". My title is Stormwater Specialist, and I work primarily with new construction and development in the metro area. Regulations from the Clean Water Act require that developers and municipalities do their part to limit the amount of mud (sediment) and other pollutants that may leave these construction sites, as much as possible. While part of the job requires me to be a "regulator", the more important role in my time on the job has been that of "educator". I do my best to try to convey to a usually unattentive and disconnected audience who would rather be anywhere else at the time what the regulations are, and then how to stay in compliance on their sites.
I was just as guilty when I did my first few presentations. After pleading with people before my talks would start to "please not fall asleep just yet", it never failed to do the trick. It was always Yawnsville. But then again, I told myself, so was everyone else's presentations discussing erosion control. "Don't feel bad, Dixon....it's just the material. I mean, who's gonna stay awake to hear about the intricacies of proper staple patterns when installing erosion control blankets?" These self-talks made me feel better for a while.
Garr's book is outstanding for anyone who does any sort of teaching or presenting, and I highly recommend it. It's definitely made a difference in how I approach an audience, and present on a subject that on the surface seems completely lifeless. I've attached a recent presentation he gave on the subject at Google. There's also a ton of good recommendations within the presentation, as well. It's a bit long, so if you've got some weekend time and you're at all interested, give it a look.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
UPDATE: I think this slideshow will have to do in this location for now. Blogger is being difficult with putting it over on the right side, and I'm not a programmer. I've updated the slideshow with the pictures I think I wanted in it for a first time out. I'll update the show from time to time, and maybe move it up to the front page when it slips. I'm sure I should've watermarked these, but part of me says they're not good enough to get ripped. I'm sure there's some little girl somewhere who needs to win her 4-H photo contest, though. Good thing she'll find Ryan McGinnis or Mike Hollingshead's sites before she finds mine.