Hunter & Gatherer Weekly
My blog, my webpage, me....
About Me
- Name: John Derrick
- Location: Wake Forest, Shelby, Chapel Hill...., North Carolina, United States
Ex-Shelby Star photographer, wrote a weekly outdoor adventure column. Now I'm a law student at UNC-Chapel Hill....
Sunday, June 23, 2024
Sunday, July 23, 2023
Exodramatic?
Wednesday, May 31, 2023
Meat Hook
Saturday, April 09, 2022
Saw a photo of russian soldiers in Ukraine with some old rifles...
Monday, April 26, 2021
Apparently plants have more going on than I'd reckoned....
Sunday, October 25, 2020
"Oh, you’re from North Carolina? I’m from LA – I wouldn’t be into that."
Saturday, January 25, 2020
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Geographic foot-dragging
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Monday, June 13, 2016
Monday, December 21, 2015
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
People, immigration, faith, borders, security, and all....
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Ugh....
Tuesday, July 07, 2015
Wednesday, July 01, 2015
Homes
Monday, June 29, 2015
Friday, June 26, 2015
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Herd immunity in an office or church....
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Cop Cams?
Saturday, December 06, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Sunday, September 07, 2014
Copy of FB message to talkshow host
Sunday, May 12, 2013
The Young Fayetteville Murderee…
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Monday, December 31, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Gerrymandering....
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Anglischism
Monday, October 29, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
More books....
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Monday, January 02, 2012
Saturday, December 17, 2011
The Lord of the Flies
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Email address
Monday, June 14, 2010
Monday, June 01, 2009
Gay Marriage?
"The Bachelor"
"Bride Wars"
Gee... I'm sure glad we don't let gays get married. They might ruin the sanctity of marriage -- and we heteros are perfectly capable of doing that on our own....
....
Because as everyone knows, marriage is the sacred union of a pregnant 17-year old and a scared high school dropout with a shotgun to his back.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Minnesota Milita to Deploy Peacekeepers to Upcoming Political Conventions
“Dude, I thought we were just making that crap up,” said George McHenry, a battalion commander with the Minnesota Militia, a fringe militant group on the federal government’s terror watch list, “but I just saw it on YouTube.”
“Those pictures are going to look great on next year’s recruiting brochure.”
The recent Republican National Convention earned notoriety with many, including people who are supposed to be wackos, when a political organization that espouses freedom and small government used a police force larger than the Libertarian party to ensure the safety of its delegates from thought.
“I mean, what about free speech? Freedom to assemble? Probable Cause?” asked McHenry while using pages from Article III of the United States’ Constitution, which covers the federal judiciary, to wipe down his rifle, nicknamed “Due ProceSKS.”
“Next time they want to take on the American People, I figure we’ll show up and let them take their chances with the Second Amendment and the 3rd Battalion, Minnesota Militia! The Fightin’ Mooses!”
Moosei?
“I figure we can hop a ride in my wife’s Prius,” said McHenry.
“She runs the ACLU booth….”
Death Penalty Project Student Volunteer Takes Group Name Literally
"I mean, I thought the group name was…. Oh, my,” said first year law student Sandra Ginsburg, standing over recently death-penaltied Chris Holstein.
Holstein, a Chapel Hill resident, had beaten the rap for three homicides, four rapes, and bestiality in a school zone but didn’t get past Ginsburg one recent afternoon when she knocked on his door and he opened it, thinking she was another Obama volunteer.
“Do I still get pro bono hours?”
Ginsburg was volunteering with UNC Law’s Death Penalty Project, a group that is typically focused on opposing the use of the death penalty, which group leaders explained at their recent meeting, which sleep-deprived Ginsburg slept through.
“I’ve spent three years working to keep Chris out on parole!” bewailed Project President Stephen Roberts upon hearing the news.
“On the other hand, good riddance to bad rubbish.”
"How many more bullets you got?”
Officer A.L. Parker, Chapel Hill Police, praised Ginsburg’s “spirit of American volunteerism” and “involvement with her community.”
“Just think of it as an extreme late term abortion,” said Officer Parker. “I believe Holstein was in his 196th trimester.”
In other news, UNC’s branch of the Domestic Violence Advocacy Project, DVAP, has recently changed its name to the Domestic Violence Action Project.
Ooops.
Australopithecines and a crisis in Detroit
Way on way back when there were a set of hominoid species called the australopithecines (just call them cavemen). Shortly thereafter I learned about them when I was an anthropology major. Some of them evolved to be relatively smart and able to adapt to many changing environments (us).
Others of them got really big and really good at chewing on sticks and stuff and didn’t really learn how to do much else.
They became very physically specialized and dependant on a very particular set of environmental conditions in a way that kept them from changing with the times. To chew the tough foods of the African savannah, they developed big jaws but small brains.
We, however, developed bigger brains that helped us come up with primitive yet versatile tools…. No, we aren’t physically all that spiffy. To be exact, on the grand scale of lions, tigers, and bears, we’re really pretty pathetic. We don’t have horns or hooves or sharp teeth, and aside from our brains we don’t really have a chance. But these wonderful, adaptable brains enabled us to survive and explore or environment using fire, and spears, and rocketships to the moon, and clearcutting of rainforests….
Instead of big teeth for chewing on hyena carcasses, we became smart enough to build blenders. Now we can drink that hyena carcass through a straw. That’s progress.
But when the climate changed our big dumb hominoid cousins couldn’t just make a different tool. They weren’t able to adapt quickly enough. When the climate got cold and they ran out of stuff to happily chew on, they died. We, instead, invented microwaves.
Mmmm…. warm hyena.
Fast forward a couple of weeks, according to the Creationists, and we get to the American automobile agency and its australopithecines/SUVs. Back in the day when gasoline were a cheap as the blood of Arab children, what did it matter if we only got eight miles to the gallon? We could have cared, but, eh… we didn’t want to.
Now suddenly gas prices have been in the news and we’re concerned about the environment and Detroit can’t keep up with change and an old anthropology major just couldn’t help take note….
Once upon a time there were some unfortunate, dim brutes that couldn’t adapt to changing conditions and died out?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
What makes a car American?
Friday, October 24, 2008
Cars, Cultures, Towing, and Customer Service
It’s getting harder to find cars that are rated by the manufacturer to tow anything, and I’ve been digging into this a little. I’ve got family in Germany, and I’ve spent time over there and seen all sorts of cars towing all sorts of trailers, and they get along fine and the continent of Europe miraculously seems to exist without SUVs the size of Panzers.
In America, however, there seems to be a prejudice that nothing smaller than an Excursion has any business towing a jetski, to use a little hyperbole.
One of the common reasons I hear being bantered about is that the engines or transmissions are different. But, for example, when I compare the humble Canadian Yaris (rated to tow 700 pounds - http://www.toyota.ca/cgi-bin/WebObjects/WWW.woa/16/wo/
Home.Vehicles.Go.YarisHatchback-lgxvpnVVtZh7EkmjwkIKyg/
5.11?v124040e%2ehtml) and the American Yaris (rated to tow nothing, http://www.toyota.com/yaris/specs.html) all the hardware looks the same. The British Yaris is rated to tow more than 1200 pounds, even with its smallest gas engine (http://www.toyota.co.uk/cgi-bin/toyo...editorial.jsp?
BV_SessionID=@@@@1319304561.1224440165@@@@&BV_Engi neID=
cccgadefhhgmlfjcfngcfkmdfkidffh.0&deepLink=YA3_Spe cification_new&
nodiv=TRUE&fullwidth=TRUE&edname=specSheet_YA3&car Model=Yaris&img
Name=bv/CarChapter/YA3/Imagery/YA3_spec.jpg&zone=Zone%20YARIS).
I contacted Toyota USA and they said they couldn’t comment on what Toyota’s branches in other nations did. I contacted Toyota Canada and they said they couldn’t comment on what Toyota’s branches in other nations did.
I'm going to withhold some of the comments that come to mind praising customer service and cue cards.
So what’s the deal here? Is the Yaris sold in Buffalo really that different from the one sold in Toronto? Is it the distances involved in the countries (umm… Canada’s pretty big)? Or the hardware (I haven’t crawled all over them, but the websites make them look like genetic twins except for some slick marketing)? Environmental (since when are we more environmentally tight than the Germans)? Personally, I hate to be cynical, but I’m wondering if the real factor in play is how many SUVs and trucks the companies think they can sell in each nation (No, your Prius can't tow a kayak. May we interest you in a Land Cruiser?).
And that’s part of where I wind up caring. Do we have a lot of folks driving around in vehicles they don’t need? If you put a hitch on your Camry anyways, will someone say the warranty was voided?
What’s the deal?
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
South Ossetia – It’s like a whole other county.
Monday, July 28, 2008
" U.S., China lead way in tapping wind power"
science/07/28/wind.energy/index.html
"China's wind generation has increased by more than 100 percent per year since 2005 and 20 per cent of the power supply to the venues of the Beijing 2008 Olympic Games will come from wind generators, according to the official state agency, Xinhua.
It was initially hoped the country would generate 5 gigawatts of wind by 2010, but that goal was met three years early in 2007. The 2010 goal has now been revised to 10 gigawatts but experts say this could well hit 20 gigawatts."
Darn...." 15 reasons Mr. Rogers was best neighbor ever"
07/28/mf.mrrogers.neighbor/index.html
"2. He made thieves think twice. According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, "If we'd known it was yours, we never would have taken it."
" White House projects record deficit for 2009"
07/28/2009.deficit/index.html
"President Bush inherited a budget surplus of $128 billion when he took office in 2001 but has since posted a budget deficit every year."
Darn, I'm glad we didn't elect a "spend-o-crat."
". . . a senior administration official says the budgetary problems stem from what he called inadequate defense, intelligence and homeland security resources that were handed down from Clinton."
C'mon, folks. You've had eight years and all three branches of government.
So... how has that worked out?
Friday, July 25, 2008
"The ones that stand straight..."
I was walking through downtown Raleigh this afternoon when I overtook a father and his kindergarten-aged daughter circling the old state capitol building. He was pointing out the monuments as they walked past, and noted to the young lady the soldiers on our Vietnam War memorial.
"Are soldiers the ones that stand straight?" she asked her father.
Yes they are, young ma'am. Yes they are.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
"Soy foods 'reduce sperm numbers'"
This would explain the puzzling low number of people in Asia.
Since when is not having enough people in this country/on this Earth an issue?
"On Wednesday, NASCAR told all Toyota teams in the Nationwide Series that their engines made too much horsepower...."
So much for wussy Japanese cars....
"Ford posts largest quarterly loss ever, Troubled automaker unveils plans to shift product line, bringing European-made vehicles to North America."
Monday, June 30, 2008
Environmentalism....
Environmentalism doesn’t have to mean cold showers and warm beer: sometimes it can be just a matter of getting our heads out of our… and doing the little things we should be doing anyways.
I had a friend in college who would leave the fan on in his dorm room while he was at class and such. I asked him why he was wasting the energy – a fan doesn’t even keep things any cooler, it just moves the air around and feels good when you’re in the room – and he replied that it wasn’t his electricity. Maybe he was just being sarcastic, but I don’t recall him then turning off the fan. I do remember that he’s a wonderful, swell, smart guy who’s probably reading this.
On a related note, these days I’m doing a little research into mercury advisories for fish. Apparently, wild catfish in NC, including in the municipal pond I fish out of at Anderson Park in Carrboro, have so much mercury in them that there’s an advisory against me eating more than one serving a week. That’s just six ounces. And for “women of childbearing age, pregnant women, nursing mothers, and children under age 15” the advisory says “Do not eat” (that was boldface in the original, http://www.epi.state.nc.us/epi/fish/safefish.html).
How is this related to my friend with the fan? Well, coal power plants, like the ones that produce the hunk of our electricity, also produce mercury that billows up into the air, drops down into our ponds, gets ingested by fish and then eaten by us.
I’m pretty sure that my friend isn’t responsible for the exact molecules of mercury in the last catfish I caught, but I think if enough people were willing to take the extra second and a half a darn worth of caring to turn off their fans, lights, TVs… when not needed, then I might be able to maybe eat two servings a week of catfish.
Whether we like it or not, we’re all connected and each of us affects everyone else on Earth.
Darn, that’s deep.
So please stop being such …holes.
Darn, that’s honest.
I’m not saying (as I type this on a laptop in a well-lit, climate-controlled office) that we don’t need electricity. I’m not advocating people make major, martyr-ific sacrifices in their lives – going to bed at sundown, bumping into things in the dark, reverting back to some sort of 15th century, pre-industrial level of suckiness.
But is it all that hard to turn off the freakin’ fan?
Instead of a cold shower, how about taking a minute to install one of the low-flow shower heads some folks are giving away these days. Instead of drinking warm beer, how about folks saving electricity, and money, by not heating their places to 80 degrees in the winter and cooling to 60 in the summer?
If you’re going to drive ten miles to the gym to hop on the treadmill then swing by the tanning salon on the way home, griping about gas prices the whole way, couldn’t you just go for a walk on a sunny day?
These are some lessons I learned from my friend with the fan. Failing them, if you want to get folks’ attention on energy issues, you’ve got to make them pay out the….
Like at the gas pump.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Tarheels....
I have always been a North Carolinian. My family on my American side has been here three generations. I’ve grown up here, this is my home, and I’d be happy to see a fourth generation of Derricks in North Carolina.
But only over the years have I realized what it is to be a Tar Heel.
I remember as undergrad hearing Gov. Jim Hunt speak on our Quad about the history of our new nation’s first public university. As a poor ex-colony, we didn’t have the rich patrons of New England’s Harvard or Yale. But we as a state recognized the importance of education and had the audacity, the audacity, Gov. Hunt proclaimed, to found our own school – a university of the people.
I remember standing in a classroom in Germany, telling fellow study abroad students from all over the world the legend of how we became the Tar Heels – taking a slur of derision against poor barefoot workers burning pine trees to make tar and turning the name into a title of honor as our soldiers stood their ground in battle, while other Confederate units retreated, “because of the tar on our heels.”
But I have never been prouder to be a Tar Heel than this evening on Franklin Street, when thousands of us cheering, chanting, fire-jumping basketball fans spontaneously, with one accord, grew quiet for a moment of silence in memory of Eve Carson, our Student Body President who was taken from us this week.
http://s24.photobucket.com
This is how we win.
This is how we celebrate.
And this is how we mourn our loss – with the strength, spirit, and honor of the historied, legendary Carolina family of Tar Heels.
I’m a Tar Heel….
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I saw this on the History Channel and it's just too odd….
Inheriting a storied history of Alaskans serving our forces in native military units, we currently have the Alaskan National Guard…
… units of which have been shipped to
Really, I saw footage of some of their training. Like many contemporary units training for military operations in urban terrain (MOUT), they had a mock Iraqi streetscape they were using to practice building clearing techniques… in a blizzard.
I have this mental image of a unit of Inuits deplaning somewhere in the sandy Gulf, still uniformed in their furry white parkas despite the 120 degree shade temperature, when one turns to the other --
"Hey, Arnakua'gsak."
"Yes, Pukkeenegak."
"WHAT THE F…!"
Thursday, January 03, 2008
UNC: Smoke Free/Math Free?
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
So some friends of mine invited me to a Lovefest...
Turns out I didn't need the leather whip. Or the fuzzy pink handcuffs… it was a Moravian Christmas Love Feast.
Oh what a difference an "A" makes?
Wish they'd explained this before I showed up at a church dressed in, um, swaddling clothes?
But to tell the truth (which is switching gears) I was invited to a Lovefeast (which is different from a Love Fast - that's what Ghandi did) at Raleigh Moravian on Christmas Eve, and I did have a wonderful time, and no, there was no kinkiness involved.
Oh well, there's always Boxing Day.
I showed up with a couple friends - Sarah and her sister, Kathryn - who I'd carpooled over with from Chapel Hill to meet a couple friends from Raleigh - Emily and our friend Sara -for some Moravian buns (made with 100% real Moravians) and coffee. It turns out the Moravians (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moravian_Church) actually have a children's church camp song about these traditional goodies served at Lovefeasts, which are celebrations of community, love, and buns and coffee.
The song is set to the tune of "Folsom Prison Blues" sung by Johnny Cash, but they took out the part about shooting a man in
Probably for the better.
Anyway, I learned a little about Moravians (lots of them in
When we got to the church early we were late -- they were already full. Lovefeasts are very popular. Those must be damn good buns.
But the folks I was with explained they were only going to duck inside to say hello to our friends and then come right back out. I even joked with the usher about being left at the door as collateral. Or a hostage.
It turns out our friends had been holding seats for us, which was against the rules, which the usher we'd talked our way past explained when he caught on to what was happening.
If I get bouncered out of a Lovefeast, that's bad.
But the usher was mostly (or at least a little bit) joking and was really quite friendly (though he probably would have liked a little more leverage. Or a hostage) and we were allowed to keep our squeezed-in seats (at least there was enough room I didn't have to go sit in a manger or something) where we quickly made several more close friends.
Then before the service started one of my friends mentioned they were going to go say hello to their friend Chase who was at the service. I remembered I had a friend named Chase and went over and said hello to him. Small world, eh?
And the Cranfords were there as well. One of their sons was one of the first people I met when I moved to town years back. He was also one of the first people Emily met when she moved to town…. Eerie, eh?
His Dad taught actually me how to blacksmith.
I'll bet you didn't know that about me, but you probably aren't surprised.
Anyway, so several generations and various circles of friends were gathered together in a celebration of Christmas, community, alliteration, and cinging carols.
It's kind of like The Circle of Life or something except we don't eat each other, just the coffee and buns.
It turns out they substituted cider for the coffee, which was understandable see'in as how it was the children's service (the "adult" Lovefeast came later. Maybe they can use the whip). There was also a cute children's Christmas pageant, some fun bluegrass, a lot of great carols, we took up an offering for some mission or something in
And at the end we got some really nice beeswax candles that we lit, and sure enough a lady with a fire blanket came over to stand by me.
They must have heard about that time I nearly burned down my Episcopal church.
Which was not my fault.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Church Music....
Don't know if anyone else notices the beauty of it all, but I am struck.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Care Packages....
I was at the post office today shipping off another couple care packages to
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
"NC pair feud over leg"
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7024124.stm
Maiden, NC, is what, one county over from Shelby.
Actually, I'm damned proud we made the BBC!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Cyclist/Motorist Cooperation
But lady, when you fly out of the arboretum, across the sidewalk and into the road right in front of me before bothering to brake...
... I don't care if you are in a crosswalk, Darwin and Newton may correct your actions and don't get on me for honking.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Behind the Photo.... The hurricane, the tree, and the underwear.
At the time I was in the apartment that leaked during hurricanes.
One woke me up early one morning, say 4:30, and as I lay in bed I started thinking that as a newspaper photographer, perhaps I should go take some photographs for the newspaper.
I figured I should listen to my scanner some to see what was going on. Then I remembered my scanner was in my car, outside in the hurricane.
I figured I could put on my cloths, but then they'd just get wet.
Yes, I was running around in a hurricane, in my yard, in my underwear.
Anyways, I lay there in bed for a while, now relatively naked AND wet, listening to the scanner whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
Damn, ain't photojournalism romantic.
After a while, I heard of a tree down a couple hundred yards up from Buffalo Creek on NC 150 out towards Chrvll (yes, that's how you pronounce "Cherryville." Vowels are for pssys).
I figured I'd go check it out. So I went out to my car (with my clothes on) and headed on up.
I passed the creek and started looking for the tree. A hundred yards passed. And then a few hundred more yards....
... I figured I'd passed the tree, so I sped up again and kept on driving for the next half mile or so to find a place to turn around...
AND THEN I HIT THE TREE.
Actually, thankfully, just the fluffy bits at the end and I stayed on the road and the car stayed in one piece. Still, it was rather exciting.
So I found a place to park the car, got out with my camera and poncho and walked over to the tree to take pictures of other people hitting the tree. One lady actually went off the road and sat in her car looking pretty traumatized for a while.
At some point I started thinking that maybe it was more my duty as a decent person to warn folks about the tree instead of just taking pictures. Now I carry flares in my car.
Still, I got some good pictures.
After they came and cleaned up the tree and the sun rose I started heading back to the office to offload my shots. Along the way I found a bunch of volunteer firemen from Waco and a tree on a powerline catching fire. These things get old hat pretty quickly.
I got back to the office soaked from one end to the other.
"I've heard it's coming down pretty hard out there," said one of my superiors.
Yep.
Flat up, straight out, hell yeah.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
The Curse....
The deal is that everywhere I go, bad things happen - I got on Chad's boat and we were suddenly caught in a hail storm, I go to New Years and wind up first on the scene of a pedestrian fatally hit in the road, I'm riding in Chad's truck and the drive train falls out, I go to New Years a year later and a car flips within sight of me....
And I don't even have to be in the country.
The day before I came back from Germany this summer, a drunk driver flew through Chad's yard (literally), flipping the car several times into the yard of Chad's grandmother-in-law, where the mortally injured passenger was ejected from the vehicle.
I'd left my car parked in Chad's yard while I was away.
And then I came to law school...
... and in the first week the school literally started falling down: http://media.www.dailytarheel.com/media/storage/
paper885/news/2007/09/04/University/
Law-School.Evacuated-2948312.shtml
http://unc.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2166117&id=2730354
Y'know, at one point a couple of years ago I actually noticed large black vultures circling my house.
Damn.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Pics!
http://unc.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2136207&l=b7aae&id=2730354
http://unc.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2137763&id=2730354
http://unc.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2136248&id=2730354
http://unc.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2136247&id=2730354&op=6
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Labels: beach, John Derrick, outer banks, photos
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Also....
Additionally, I'm getting ready to have to send some money overseas for study abroad housing. The US Postal Service will happily do an International Money Order to Albania or Sierra Leone... but not to Germany.
Last time I knew the stats, Deutschland had the third largest economy in the world, largest population in western Europe.... you may have heard of them. They're kind of a big deal. Maybe we should do commerce with them.
Brilliance.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Hmmm.......
Interesting.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Recalling Life on Memorial Day....
I read this years ago, found it again online recently, and repost it every Veteran's and Memorial Day. It’s by a columnist for Raleigh’s News and Observer.
"Recalling Life on Memorial Day"
By Dennis Rogers
I think they would understand the way it turned out.
Memorial Day is their day, isn’t it?
It is supposed to be the day a grateful nation pauses to quietly thank the more than one million men and women who have died in military service to their country since the Revolutionary War.
Or is it the day the beach resorts kick into high gear for the summer season, the day the strand is covered by fish-belly white people basting themselves in coconut oil, the day the off-season rates end and the weekend you can’t get into a seaside seafood restaurant with anything less than a one-hour wait.
Or is it one of the biggest shopping center sales days of the year, a day when hunting for a parking place is the prime sport for the holiday stay-at-homers.
I think the men and women who died for us would understand what we do with their day. I hope they would, because if they wouldn’t, if they would have insisted that it be a somber, respectful day of remembrance, then we have blown it and dishonored their sacrifice.
I knew some of those who died, and the guys I knew would have understood. They liked a sunny beach and a cold beer and a hot babe in a black bikini, too. They would have enjoyed packing the kids, the inflatable rafts, the coolers and the suntan lotion in the car and heading for the lake. They would have enjoyed staying at home and cutting the grass and getting together with some friends and cooking some steaks on the grill, too.
But they didn’t get the chance. They were in the Marine Barracks in Beirut and died in the oily waters of the Persian Gulf. They caught theirs at the airstrip in Grenada in the little war everybody laughed at. They bought the farm in the I Drang Valley and on Heartbreak Ridge and at Hue. They froze at the Chosin Reservoir and were shot at the Pusan perimeter. They drowned in the surf at Omaha Beach or fell in the fetid jungles of Guadalcanal. They were at the Soame and at San Juan Hill and at Gettysburg and at Cerro Gordo and at Valley Forge.
They couldn’t be here with us this weekend, but I think they would understand that we don’t spend the day in tears and heart-wrenching memorials. They wouldn’t want that. Grief is not why the died. They died so that we could go fishing. They died so that another father could hold his laughing little girl over the waves. They died so another father could toss a baseball to his son in the backyard while the charcoal is getting white. They died so another buddy could drink a beer on his day off. They died so a family could get in the station wagon and go shopping and maybe get some ice cream on the way home.
They won’t mind that we have chosen their day to have our first big outdoor party of the year. But they wouldn’t mind, either, if we took just a second and thought about them. Some will think of them formally, of course. Wreaths will be laid in small, sparsely attended ceremonies in military cemeteries and at monuments at state capitals and in small town squares. Flags will fly over the graves, patriotic words will be spoken and the few people there probably will feel a little anger that no more people showed up. They’ll think no one else remembers.
But we do remember.
We remember Carlton and Chico and Davey and the guys who died. We remember the deal we made: If we buy it, we said, drink a beer for me.
I’ll do it for you, guys. I’ll drink that beer for you today, and I’ll sit on that beach for you, and I’ll check out the girls for you and, just briefly, I’ll think of you. I won’t let your memory spoil the trip, but you’ll be on that sunny beach with me today. I will not mourn your deaths this Memorial Day, my friends. Rather I’ll celebrate the life you gave me.
This Bud’s for you.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
USS Nimitz!
I don't want to shock my Army buddies (and don't worry, I'm still pulling for Go Army, Beat Navy) but let's hear it for the USS Nimitz and our Navy buddies over there!
http://www.nimitz.navy.mil/index.html
Monday, May 14, 2007
Bar Review on Franklin Street....
Let's hear it for institutional memory! A couple years ago this was written by one of our fine law students, Brian Ernst, and I think the wisdom still rings true....
Brian's Bar Review -
Today I will address a topic of great importance to incoming law students. Those of you from outside the
As you've likely heard, the law school organizes a weekly "Bar Review" during which a bar is chosen and the few law students with social lives assemble at the establishment. It's a great way to meet people you might not normally get to see, such as people in other colleges as well as students outside of law school who aren't nearly as neurotic as you are. This email should also assist in figuring out where these places are if you're not familiar with the area.
So... it's time once again for Brian's Bar Review, or BBR (not ever to be confused with PBR upon pain of death). In today's newsletter I will be providing a brief analysis of the strengths, weaknesses, and overall quality of bars on the eastern side of town. "East" generally refers to everything east of
* NOTE WELL: The views expressed herein represent only the opinions of the author and not necessarily of CLISA or UNC Law, though they should.
Without further ado, here's a bar-by-bar breakdown of
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GOLDIE'S
Location: Goldie's is actually located within a structure housing a walkway from
Strengths: Goldie's has an outside area which is awesome for most of the year. They usually have decent drink specials, and there are also lots of booths at which a group may sit. They have a little dance floor tucked away in the back on which only the drunkest of the drunk dance.
Weaknesses: Like some of the bars on
Drinks: 2/5; Atmosphere: 3/5; Service: 1/5; Overall: 3/5. Your typical
EAST END
Location: On the corner of
Strenghts: The obvious forte of
Weaknesses: Besides usually having to pay a cover for a subpar band - I have terrible memories of one performing lounge versions of Led Zeppelin classics -
Drinks: 4/5; Atmosphere: 2/5; Service: 3/5; Overall: 2/5. Between their drinks and your casebooks you'll be refinancing soon enough.
TOP OF THE HILL
Location: At the corner of
Strengths: TotH contains its own brewery where they make some excellent beers, in particular their IPA. If you can find a place to sit down outside, you get a great view of
Weaknesses: As my fellow rising 2Ls know, my personal boycott of TotH has been running strong for several months now. While the reasons are as varied as the shades of pink shirts inside, let me just say that if you do not like the preppy, popped-collar frat crowd, you will NOT like TotH. The sad part is that if there were no other customers it'd be a great place to go, but as it stands it's the symbol of every negative stereotype of UNC students one can imagine. There's also an interesting race between the girls and guys to see who can wear the shorter skirts/shorts which I don't quite understand but find amusing nonetheless. By the end of your semester, you will either love or hate this place. Guess which one I chose!
Drinks: 4/5; Atmosphere: 0/5; Service: 4/5; Overall 0/5. I will pay you money not to support this place.
LINDA'S
Location: At the far eastern end of Franklin, right before McCalister's. Note there's an upstairs and a downstairs.
Strengths: ORDER THE CHEESE FRIES. I've lived in CH for five years now and this is the best food available. They prepare a huge basket of fries, smother them with cheese and bacon, serve them with a nice side of ranch and let you rock and roll. I've had nights here turn very sour because I paid more attention to the cheese fries than my date, but even worse is that I knew I made the right decision. Linda's also has good beer specials and a friendly atmosphere. Go there on slow nights and they'll play some great music; last time I was present they played entire albums by Tom Petty and Nine Inch Nails.
Weaknesses: Like many of the bars in
Drinks: 3/5; Atmosphere: 5/5; Service: 3/5; Overall: 5/5. One of my favorite bars on
LUCY'S
Location:
Strengths: Lucy's has the best 80s nights outside of any place in CH not named Cat's Cradle. The bar staff is usually friendly and (more importantly) quick with your drinks. Like Goldie's, Lucy's has an outside area which is perfect for nice nights, but it's pretty small and tends to get crowded.
Weaknesses: The crowd at Lucy's mirrors what you might find at a place like Goldie's, which might seem stuck up if you're a socially conscious person. Also, it's a small place so it can be a tight fit on party nights. Finally, they typically require a cover even when no band is playing and no drink specials are offered. wtf mates?!
Drinks: 3/5; Atmosphere: 3/5; Service: 4/5; Overall: 3/5. If it weren't for 80s night, Lucy's would seem redundant.
WOODY'S
Location: The blue-lighted bar near the intersection of E Franklin and
Strengths: Woody's is primarily a sports bar and for that purpose it works well. It's quite spacious and there are lots of places to sit and TVs to watch, so crowding isn't an issue except during bball season. It also serves greasy bar food at modest prices.
Weaknesses: Surprisingly, the drinks aren't that great (even the beer, which is often flat) and they tend to overcharge even on specials. Also, you'll occasionally run into one heavily inebriated fan of a random sports team who sits alone at a table, decorated in his team's gear, shouting and hollering after every first down, dunk, etc. Really, it'd be amusing if it wasn't so damn annoying. Make sure to get a seat early on game day.
Drinks: 2/5; Atmosphere: 4/5; Service: 2/5; Overall: 3/5. Going to Woody's gives me one. (Okay, it doesn't, but how often can you use that joke?)
THE LIBRARY:
Location: Near the corner of
Strengths: For the most part the Library is an unremarkable bar. It's biggest asset that I've found is it gives you the ability to say to yourself "I'm spending time at the library tonight" while you're double-fisting Sam Adams. Other than that, the bartending staff is usually really nice and they seem to run a lot of promos there through which you can get t-shirts and other neat stuff.
Weaknesses: No major problems, but some nights I walk by and the the music is absolutely BLARING from inside. It gives the place a sort of ghetto ambience [have those two words ever been put together before? I submit that they have not] which some might not enjoy.
Drinks: 3/5; Atmosphere: 3/5; Service: 5/5; Overall: 3/5. Much more fun than drinking in the law library.
GOODFELLAS
Location: About half a block down
Strengths: I really like the atmosphere in Goodfellas. It's got that quaint pub sort of feeling and it attracts a somewhat older crowd usually. They usually have decent drink specials and the bartenders are more than competent.
Weaknesses: Goodfellas doesn't really have any glaring weaknesses other than the inevitable crowding than plagues most bars on
Drinks: 4/5; Atmosphere: 4/5; Service: 4/5; Overall: 4/5. Even better than the "Goodfeathers" skit from Animaniacs!
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So that's the first installment of my bar review. I intended to cover virtually all of the bars on Franklin eventually but I think we all can agree I spent far too much time on this one, so that's pretty unlikely unless there's a huge demand otherwise. Of course, the best way to assess a bar is to simply pick one and go to it. UNC's Bar Review only hits about a handful of places - Goldie's, Lucy's, Linda's, TotH, The Library, and He's Not (on W Franklin) - so I encourage everyone to do some exploring on your own. Even on
Hope you all are enjoying your summer. Random thought, but is there anything more annoying than back to school commercials in July? I mean, geez, throw us a frickin' bone here. Anyway, I once again encourage everyone to come out to bar reviews if at all possible, especially if you don't know anyone here yet. I didn't know anyone here at first and now I've got lots of friends, right guys? ...guys? ...hey guys, where are you going...?
Have fun!
-Brian Ernst, rising 2L (pending review of this email)
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