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Naebody in Particular

They're not on a shortbread tin, but the dead live on so long as we keep telling their stories. Scots, Yanks, Canucks and the Auld Enemy. Newest posts are the ancestors, but scroll for the living.

  • kathleen edwards @ the birchmere

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    great concert. favorite parts? hard to pick them out, but:

    1. at one point, she was rocking her guitar so hard, it came unplugged, and she didn’t notice until her husband plugged it back in after a couple minutes;
    2. she forgot to pee before the show started, so darted off during a guitar solo, took care of business, and ran back;
    3. she confessed a celebrity crush on hockey enforcer Marty McSorley, and described all the things she would do to him if he agreed to help her with the video of one of her songs.

    SET LIST: mercury · in state · what are you waiting for · asking for flowers · run · copied keys · i make the dough, you get the glory · 12 bellvue · alicia ross · i can’t give you up · buffalo · six oclock news · summer long · good things · oil man’s war · the cheapest key · goodnight, california · back to me

  • This could be a post about the Sakura Matsuri Street Festival

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    0412081159.jpg, originally uploaded by [ecpark].

    This would normally be a post about the “experience” the lady sparkler and I just had wandering around the Sakura Matsuri Street Festival in downtown D.C.. The place was ripe with bloggable points — including scores of women in those oh-so-authentic-komono-tops you buy at oh-so-japanese stores like Kmart; not to mention 800 lb. boys in anime costumes and 800 lb. girls with green and purple hair in Japanese school girl outfits …

    But alas, I haven’t raised enough money to plant 200 trees.

    So, instead, let me tell you more about the Atlantic forest of Brazil which is where The Nature Conservancy is working to Plant a Billion trees.

    Five hundred years ago, the Atlantic Forest of Brazil covered approximately 330 million acres (about twice the size of Texas), but today more than 93% of this forest has been cleared and what remains is highly fragmented. The remaining 7% of the Atlantic Forest is still among the biologically richest and diverse forests in the world and exhibits a high number of species that can be found nowhere else on Earth.

    Help me restore 2.5 million acres of forest in some of the most beautiful and pristine rainforests left on earth. If that isn’t convincing, help me restore this blog to the substance-less place of wit and snarky-ness that you love so much.

  • earth day 2008: help me plant a billion trees

    I’m not a big fan of asking people for money (It’s ironic, given my line of work) but this year is a little different, because …The Nature Conservancy just launched a campaign to Plant a Billion Trees.

    This campaign is big — that was billion with a “b” — but replanting tropical forests can have an even bigger effect on climate change.

    Together, our trees will remove 10 million tons of carbon dioxide from the atmosphere every year, which is like taking 2 million cars off the road.

    So, here is where you come in:

    1. Donate $10 — I’ve set a goal of raising $200 from the dozen or so people who know this blog exists (click here to donate to my campaign). That’s a mighty big goal from such a modest audience, but I have faith that you guys won’t let me embarrass myself. It’s the cost of two lattes, one movie ticket, half of a parking ticket … heck, you probably have more loose change in your couch.
    2. Plant a Widget — Planting a billion trees is going to take a lot of help, so let your friends know by downloading the Plant a Billion widget. It’s flash, looks wicked cool, and you can drop it painlessly onto your blog, facebook page, or any other place you hang your hat on the web.

    If step two is confusing, feel free to just do step one twice. 😉

    And, just like NPR, this is all I am going to talk about between now and Earth Day — that’s April 22, 2008 for the uninitiated — so the quicker you we get this over with, the quicker we return to the regular wit and candor you have come to know and love.

    I love you guys.

  • wii would like to play (a.k.a. geek nirvana)

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    photo courtesy of [ecpark]
    yup. kind of creepy.

    so, the family bought me a wii for my birthday this year … the vermont parkers have one, the virginia parkers have one, and there was this notion that we might be able to play together if i got one too (and then quietly explain to everyone how to hook them up together via the interweb).

    i think this is the first time in recorded history that i have been the last adopter of new technology in my family. what’s even more strange is that the lady sparkler (a) comes home from work and wants to play wii as soon as she walks through the door, and (b) invites other people to come over to play with my video game console … and they are (gasp!) even female.

    truly, i have entered some strange parallel universe where geeks get the hot chicks, everyone speaks Klingon, and the varsity a/v club slams the basketball team into the lockers everyday after gym. oh, and everyone in this magical land of dork-dom speaks only in movie quotes, uses their windows computer as a doorstop, and tina fey was just elected president.

    ahhhh, it’s good to be home.

  • wall photos: australia

    [Great Ocean Ecolodge]
    [Cape Dombey]

  • Duke Wins (barely), Baylor Loses (badly), Planet continues spinning unimpressed

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    it’s that time of the year again, when a young man’s fancy turns to basketball.i bought tickets to the first round games in D.C. for my brother’s birthday gift last year, so he came down for the games this weekend. out of shear luck, his favorite team (duke) got seeded into the d.c. bracket, so he is in 27th heaven (which also means that i can give him crappy presents for the next couple of years with impunity.) it also turns out that the lady sparkler’s alma mater (baylor) is playing in the d.c. part of the tourney, too … so everyone has someone to root for but me.

    my alma mater (william & mary) has not appeared in the ncaa tourney yet despite 80 years of trying, and my favorite team (maryland) just crashed out of the tourney-wannabe (N.I.T.) this afternoon. in a purely sociological experiment, i decided early on to root for the teams with the best looking cheer/dance squad. i am sad to report that this turned out *not* to be the way to go as my teams went 1 for 4. (although i must say i was *much* less stressed about the games’ outcomes then the rest of my Baylor-, Georgia- and Arizona-rooting friends.)

    baylor actually played quite well. they took good shots, and held their own defensively, but the ball simply never bounced their way. their opponent, purdue, were chucking balls at the basket without looking and scoring left and right. not much you can do when you are up against a team having that kind of a day, unfortunately.

    duke, on the other hand, nearly screwed the pooch (pardon my french, of course) and ended up just one point shy of losing to the 6th worst team in the tourney. they shot 28% from three-point range, and their regular-season leader in points had just one field goal in 29 minutes. only guard gerald henderson saved duke from the abyss — with 21 points, seven rebounds and five steals.

    anyway, in the end … duke won, baylor lost, and evan embarrassed himself by picking the losers better than the winners. all is as it should be.

  • last photo in australia

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    ECPA20080314_4965 by [ecpark]
    Austalia (Day Twenty) — Well, this trip didn’t quite end how I expected. Everything I read, and everything I knew, pointed to Melbourne being my type of city … certainly when compared to the yet-another-big-city in Sydney.

    I can count on exactly one finger the number of “first” cities I like (New York) and wasn’t planning on this being any different. So, I was a bit surprised when I found myself picking out curtains in Sydney after being decidedly ho-hum about Melbourne.

    Granted, I crammed a LOT into my 30-hour Sydney experience, including the Bridge, a tour of the Opera House, the Royal Botanic Gardens, Observatory Hill, a beach (Manley), two ferry rides and one of the best opera performances I have seen in the last five years (La Boheme at said Opera House).

    In the end, the Sydney / Melbourne question went a lot like the rest of the trip: all the greatest stuff came when we weren’t expecting it, and for entirely different reasons than we expected.

    The best city was the afterthought (Sydney). The most time was needed at the place we had the least (Tasmania). The best part of the Great Ocean Road wasn’t actually part of the Great Ocean Road (Adelaide to Port Fairy). The best part of my Australian vacation was the work. Even with all the spectacular vistas, the best part wasn’t the parks but the people.

    In the next couple of weeks, I will pull my thoughts together on the trip as a whole … and try and distill all the best bits. But until then, I think it is a fair say that this was far and away the best three weeks of travel in *my* short lifetime, and while Belize was paradise on earth, Australia is where I will be packing my bags for if I ever get the means.

    Explore the Photo Set:
    Sydney, Australia

  • travel: sydney harbour

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    IMG_4376 by [ecpark]
    Austalia (Day Nineteen) — Well, the lady sparkler’s back home and I just flew into Sydney after six days in the South West. The trip out was simply amazing, but I have a little over 3,500 images to sort through before anything gets posted. So, until then … here are a couple of Sydney-at-night pictures to tide us over.
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    First Night in Sydney, Australia

  • travel: cricket in 3,482 simple steps

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    IMG_0739, originally uploaded by [ecpark].
    Australia (Special Edition) — I never thought I would say that the U.S. needed yet another professional sport, but we are missing out on one: Cricket. Sure, the rules are obtuse, the matches long, the fields required enormous, but the lady sparkler and I must have watched parts of half a dozen matches or more, and loved every minute of it.

    The sport is nothing like American baseball, but the easiest way to explain it is through that terminology. (A new Aussie friend of ours explained that you can tell when an American understands Cricket because they start getting offended when the baseball analogy is made.)

    Basically, there are two batters (batsmen) who don’t bat as much as they protect the wicket (three croquet mallet handles stuck in the ground behind each of two home plates) from pitchers (bowlers) who hurl wooden balls trying to knock the wickets over.

    There are “outs,” which comes if the bowler knocks down the aforementioned wicket, or the batsman makes a batting error (hits the ball to one of the outfielders, or uses something other than his bat to strike the ball). Two batsmen are on the field at once, and each stays until he is out once, scoring as many runs are possible. All members of one team bat before the other has their go.

    Runs are scored when the ball is hit well enough that the two batsmen can exchange places. There are even two types of home runs (6 runs if the struck ball clears the park without touching the ground, and 4 runs if it just dribbles over the boundary). Good batsmen can score one hundred — or more — runs in a match.

    There really isn’t the downtime here that you have in baseball, with nearly constant action through the whole match (except for when they break for tea, of course). Because each player does their batting all at once, there is a better opportunity for a “dual” to develop between batsman and bowler. Also, when the batsman or bowler is having a good go of it, there is a sort of “king-of-the-mountain” tension that develops as well.

    The greatest thing about the game is that it is watched here by all kinds, though women do seem to roll their eyes when it is discussed at the dinner table.

    Explore the Photo Set:
    Melbourne, Australia

  • melbourne olympic stadium

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    with an apparent genetic predisposition to sneaking into sports venues, the lady sparkler and I talked our way into the Melbourne Olympic Stadium today.

    being an Olympiphile (sounds dirty, huh?) I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to checkout a venue, and so I led us on a walk around the city that “conveniently” went past the stadium.

    unfortunately, it’s now a private training venue.

    not to be denied, I marched right up to the security gate and proceeded to barrage the (60+, toothless) lady with how honored i was to be at the Stadium, how incredible the 1956 games were, how I reveared Australian national icon (and three time Melbourne gold medalist) Betty Cuthbert, and how important the games became when they were the first to allow all the atheletes enter the closing ceremonies together (as opposed to marching in by country).

    needless-to-say, she was confused by my knowledge and excitement which it became obvious that, as she stammered to keep up, she didn’t share.

    (what I neglected to tell her was that I had watched a two hour documentary on the Melbourne Olympics on the flight over … details, details.)

    finally, I assume out of boredom or desparation, she waved us through and asked us not to wander too far.

    and while the stadium itself doesn’t look too different from the track at my college, seeing the same venue from the documentary (only less scratchy, and less black-and-white) was incredible.

    not that i need an excuse to Become more obsessed with the Olympics, but it’s nice to have one regardless.

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    melbourne olympic stadium