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daily musings about things that interest me: cooking, science, education, sprint cars, and other things that i simply find fascinating. The Birds' Nest: http://oriolesnest.tumblr.com/

Hey guys, I’m still alive…just kind of preoccupied.

Ask me stuff, I don’t care.

spring has sprung and the grass has ris’

i wonder where the flowers is.

my new addiction. i’m getting there.

my new addiction. i’m getting there.

I recognised the tone. It was knowing, cold, full of the contempt that the calculator feels for those who don’t play the odds. It was the voice of the Yankee fan. The Yankees have won the American League pennant twenty times in the past thirty years; they have been the world’s champion sixteen times in that period. Over the years, many of their followers have come to watch them with the stolidity, the smugness, and the arrogance of blue-chip stocks. These fans expect no less than perfection. They coolly accept the late-inning rally, the winning homer, as only their due. They are apt to take defeat with ill grace, and they treat their stars as though they were executives hired to protect their interests. During a slump or a losing streak, these capitalists are quick and shrill with their complaints: “They ought to do better than this, considering what they’re being paid!” Suddenly the Mets fans made sense to me. What we were witnessing was precisely the opposite of the kind of rooting that goes on across the river. This was the losing cheer, the gallant yell for a good try — antimatter to the sounds of Yankee Stadium. This was a new recognition that perfection is admirable but a trifle inhuman, and that a stumbling kind of semi-success can be much more warming. Most of all, perhaps, these exultant yells for the Mets were also yells for ourselves, and came from a wry, half-understood recognition that there is more Met than Yankee in every one of us.

May the Best Team Win? «

Sometimes you come across sports articles that are just well-written articles. This is one of them. Read it.

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Orioles fans understand both sides entirely. Entitled Yankees fans, new-generation entitled Red Sox fans, and Duke fans annoy us to no end.

True fans cheer “we still love you” when our team loses.

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Wednesday, a student of mine brought a gun to school. Thankfully, no one was injured and we had a peaceful resolution.

Teachers, please educate yourselves about weapons. Knowledge saved the day on this one.

And now, back to my regularly scheduled drinking.

Thirsty Thursday leads to Forgetful Friday, hopefully.

In seven words or less, how was your day?

mb24jg:

msleahhbicoftheartroom:

pablophonic:

heymstee:

watchjuliateach:

monalicia:

adventuresinemmaland:

edukaition:

Ready for break: kids and I both.

Not great, but yesterday worse. Break yet?

Spring break. Finally at the beach again

6 office referrals in just one hour.

FUCKING SUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKEDDD

I need most of my personal days.

Slamming your hand in a door, repeatedly.

I am so completely, totally over it.

student brought gun to school, cops, lockdown.

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mightyflynn:

by Jim Borgman
BorgBlog
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This is a #FiveLongSeasons re-post from the archive. It was first posted on ‘It’s a long season.’ on March 17, 2011.

mightyflynn:


by Jim Borgman

BorgBlog

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This is a #FiveLongSeasons re-post from the archive. It was first posted on ‘It’s a long season.’ on March 17, 2011.

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populationpensive:

andimedicine:

tastefullyoffensive:

Gall bladder’s last day. [theawkwardyeti]

I was just made sad by a gallbladder comic. Thanks

Hahahahhaha oh wow

populationpensive:

andimedicine:

tastefullyoffensive:

Gall bladder’s last day. [theawkwardyeti]

I was just made sad by a gallbladder comic. Thanks

Hahahahhaha oh wow

(Source: larstheyeti)

INFJ Confession #570

infjconfess:

It’s funny- online everyone seems so infatuated and romanticizes INFJs and non-INFJs, online people are always saying how our type “rocks” or “Wish I could meet one of you!” but in real life I notice with most INFJs, we are not appreciated at all. Most of the people that try to get close only stay until we DO open up. Then poof- they run away. I’m always being used and then tossed. It’s hard finding people who genuinely care and want to stick around.

truth


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