"If I only had a little humility, I'd be perfect." - Ted Turner

Clean up on aisle BVD

PGA professional and ESPN golf analyst Paul Azinger is in trouble with his employer for a recent tweet. Seems he said President Obama had played more golf in the last month than he had and he'd created more jobs than the President had. oops. 

The excessive heat warning that was supposed to expire last Thursday night was extended through this evening... before they extended it through next Tuesday. I think it's been five straight days now that we've set records for high temps. And another haboob last night, though this one was smaller. 

The upside is that preheating the oven to 400 degrees for my dinner (frozen pizza) only takes about 30 seconds.

This is a very clever ad.

The people are the best part. 

I feel sorry for people who spend their days making widgets. I get to interact with some really good folks, near and far, young and older.

I got Kevin Kolb as my QB in last night's draft for our fantasy football league, and Vincent Jackson AND Adrian Peterson! Only I could screw this up. 

Early (!) this morning I used a wire wheel in my drill to get a lot of rust off the seats frames I bought at the bone yard a month ago. These frames are pretty rough but the price was right and they're correct for a '62, a bit hard to find these days. 

Each seat has a mechanism where the seat and seat back meet. Lift the lever and a rod rotates, disengaging the back from the seat on both sides so the back can flip forward allowing the clowns to climb in back. My problem: that mechanism is broken on the driver's seat and I can't find the parts online. 

Do I care? Yes, it's a safety feature that prevents the seat back from flying forward in a front-end collision. But if I'm ever in a front-end collision I'll have far bigger concerns than a seat back flopping forward. There's the matter of a gas tank between the pseudo-bumper and my knees. And the windshield 18" from my nose. and the non-collapsing steering column that will act like a spearing column which will slow down my torso only marginally before I make contact with the metal dash. 

Safety wasn't a big issue back in '62. The only air bag sat to the driver's right. 

So I've decided I'm not going to worry too much about a missing latch. 

I used to be too smart. Now I know better.

Early in my career I was pretty sure I could figure out almost all theological issues, including those on the nature of God, with sufficient reading and study. This hubris led me to conclusions that sounded clever enough but didn't have anything else going for them, including truth. 

Eventually I learned the word inscrutable. I came to understand the implications of my finiteness and God's infiniteness and that sometimes saying "I don't know" wasn't an admission of failure but an act of worship.

I'm thankful I'm not a ref in the NFL. Tonight's Lions-Patriots game isn't into the second quarter and those really BIG guys have already engaged in some extra-curricular confrontations. Hey guys, this is the preseason! These games don't count.

But consider the ref, 20 years older, 100 pounds lighter and 6" shorter than the smallest player on the field and sans any protective gear, jumping in between two players going at each other. I'd be terrified just to stand next to those hulks, never mind get between them in a fight.