Redwoods

One of the last redwood giants.

Picture from http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/redwoods/gatefold-image

The redwoods are like home to me. I can't explain my connection in words really. We went to visit my grandparents in Trinidad, CA a few times a year, but those visits forged a lifelong, almost visceral connection to the forest and the ocean. According to the city of Trinidad's website, it's the smallest city in California - but it's precious to me and I think my cousins all share in that attachment. Trips to Trinidad allowed us to explore through Grandpa's Forest, to walk down to town on our our, to take hikes on Trinidad Head, to watch the stars at night with no street lights....

Grandma's house was special. There were the little tree frogs that lived in the stump out front, huckleberries growing wild just out the back door, and tons of places to wander.

This month's National Geographic has a beautiful feature story about the redwoods. Go read it.

Happy Birthday

So today's the day when the entire nation celebrates PEter's birthday (at least this is what he tells me)!

Happy Birthday PEter, and Happy 4th of July to all of you. Enjoy some fireworks for us.

Sculpture or Architecture?

Although we live in Anytown USA, the fact that there is a University here means that interesting and cool things occassionally make their into town. This is one of them.



For my last architecture project I was designing a pavilion for Wiccans to use (don't ask). As part of it, I was researching ways to make my building more 'natural,' or how to bring the outdoors in. My studio professor pointed me to a local park, where last semester a visiting artist installed a large scale sculpture.


As you can see, this isn't just a sculpture, but a physical structure that you can walk through, in, and around. It is constructed by weaving cut reeds with existing trees and living reeds. The structure is actually quite solid and isn't going anywhere anytime soon. It is also intended to 'bloom' in the springtime when the trees start shooting off leaves and such. Its actually pretty cool.

The day I was out there it was close to dusk, and actually pretty cold. I'm hoping to go back out there in the spring, when the weather is more bearable, to see if the structure is actually blooming.

Calm

In 2004, The Stranger (Seattle's alternative weekly newspaper) ran this cover after the election. That week was rough for many of us. I remember crying in Prof Poet's office the day after the election. I felt betrayed by my fellow citizens and lost. How could the people in my country believe that our country was going in the right direction? How could they believe that voting for a guy because you could have a beer with him instead of because he is wicked smart is a good idea? Why was the decision for president of the USA resembling the decision for president of the senior class in high school (who's cuter, more popular, not too smart?)?

Today, I am calm. I don't think that our problems are solved because of these election results, in fact, I think we have a long way ahead of us. We (as a nation) need to focus on rebuilding our reputation internationally and collaborate on international problems like the global economy and global warming while simultaneously figuring out how to prioritize and deal with our national problems (health care, the deficit and debt, social security, housing market...) and our local problems too. Obama has a pretty terrible job. But, his speech last night was inspirational and moving.

It's hard to look at the red state-blue state maps and not be worried about the huge gulf in our country. Maps like this one show a stark divide.

2008 red/blue by state

However, maps like this

2008 map by county and population

are much more encouraging (and a little distorted!). The map maker uses population data to resize the states in proportion to their population and uses a scale of red-purple-blue to color county by county, thus the overwhelming amout of red is reduced. Instead of the red state blue state divide, we have lots of purple and some blue and a tiny bit of red. More maps (using electoral college votes, comparisons to 2004 etc) are available from his website.

Voting

I voted in a polling place for the first time in my life on Thursday. The folks who aren't from our Rose State may not realize that Oregon adopted an entirely absentee ballot system a while back. When I first started voting, I registered in my home town and had mom mail me my ballot each year. Then, the state shifted over to the mail in ballot system. I didn't fully appreciate how great mail in voting is until this week.

Square State allows early voting in polling places during a few weeks before election day (they also have an absentee ballot system, but I didn't do that early enough to get it in the mail). They're predicting a huge turnout for election day, so I figured I vote now rather than wait (check out the byline on this story). On Tuesday, I wandered over to the student union to mail a few letters and cast my ballot. The line was so long (more than 30 people and it didn't move the entire time I waited for my stamps) that I got discouraged and decided to wait until later in the week. It's pretty cool that they're having the early voting scattered across campus, so I figured I'd find another time to vote. Today the voting was at the school library. So after I finished teaching, I packed up my stuff and stopped by the library on my way home. I found this line.

I waited to vote for over an hour. The line had DOUBLED by the time I got to the front. I let a few girls go ahead of me as they were trying to vote before running to class (see what a nice teacher I am?!). Anyone who claims that university students don't care this time around are sorely mistaken. I was surrounded by kids who had never voted in an election before. I had a few freshman around me talking about how they were in 9th or 10th grade when Bush got elected the second time. On the one hand, I was so excited to see the turn out. On the other, I'm truly afraid that the local election staff have completely underestimated potential turnout and are unprepared for the crush that will happen. If you remember our posts about voting in the primaries... we completely exceeded anyone's expectations for turnout. These kids were waiting in a line for more than an hour to vote.That's right, 19 year olds were waiting to vote.

Which brings me really to my point when I started this post: voting in a polling place is stupid. I didn't really understand how dumb until today. For our readers who aren't familiar with the Rose State system, let me describe it briefly. Your ballot arrives in the mail along with the state funded voting guide which has the language of all ballot measures, the bios of the candidates, and then paid statements by candidates and supporters/opposition. The League of Women Voters and other groups generally send things out as well. You sit around and read the guide, the newpaper endorsements and figure out who you like. I generally took a few days to vote - voting on measures one day, people another. You had all your materials in front of you while making your decisions. Once you finished, you could either add a stamp and mail your ballot or drop it off at a large number of public ballor boxes (carefully guarded of course). When the state moved to this system, voter turnout increased.

Here, I just had my ballot in my little booth (with no curtain by the way). With all of the news coverage of the presidential election, I had heard no discussion of our local, county, and state choices. I hadn't even heard many of the names. Before I opened my ballot, I didn't even know who/what was up for election here. If I had the ballot at home, I could have done some online investigations, read up about candidates for the hospital board (!), judges, and other random seats. As it was, I didn't vote for any of the candidates. What was I going to do, pick the name I thought sounded "coolest"?

I'll be requesting an absentee ballot from now on, although I need to find out the state's policies on when they count those ballots first I guess.

Voting used to be so easy.

Is this Heaven...?

No, It's the Iowa State Fair.

It was that time of the year again...time to pack the kids into the giant pick-up truck, grow out the mullet, put on the beer stained wife beater, and head on down to the Iowa State Fair (We only did one of those things; most other people at the Fair do all those things. I kid...Kind of).

U Gotta Love It!!!

I do, in fact, love it. (Did you know that Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote a play set at the Iowa State Fair, and that it was made into a movie? Don't believe me? Well, IMDb doesn't lie. It even won an Oscar for Best Score)

If you'll recall, one of the first things the wife and I did upon arriving in Iowa last year was attend the Iowa State Fair. We were overwhelmed with the selection and quality of deep-fried food on a stick. And the heat/humidity was oppressive. This year, we had a game plan: we eat nothing that doesn't come on a stick.

Generally, the month of August here is hot and humid - people often refer to this as 'Fair Weather' - last year we experienced this, and it was dreadful. Fortunately, this year, the summer has been relatively cool and dry, so we were able to spend 7 hours at the fair, instead of getting tired out after 4 like last year.

The day got off to a great start immediately, on the bus from our parking lot to the Fairgrounds. We got on early, so had seats, but a family of Iowans (or at least Midwesterners) got on towards the end and had to stand and hold on to the straps. They all had on matching shirts and sandals with white socks. Here was their exchange (I'm paraphrasing):

Mom: I feel like I'm in New York City. Except it doesn't smell as bad.
Son: I rode the subway in New York. It was confusing and scary.
Mom: Ya, it's the same way in Boston. I don't know what it is about those subways, but they're terrible.

[Non-Fair related tangent: I was annoyed. First of all, I had on a shirt that said MASSACHUSETTS on it, meaning there's a good chance I resided close to Boston at some point in my life; you probably want to look around before besmirching other people's hometown. Second, nice sandals and white socks; that's a good combo. Third, I've rode the subways in both Boston (often) and New York (once); both were easy to ride, simple to navigate, well-lit, and not scary. Granted, there's usually little or no air-conditioning on those cars in the summer, so there's some smell, but let me tell you this: I'll take that smell over the smell of factory-farm pig stench on a stagnant, humid summer day every time. Fourth: nice matching shirts.

I find this to be one of the more amazing things about people from the middle. A lot of them complain that they are fly-over country, that everyone from the coasts, especially NYC, think they're a bunch of rubes with no culture and live in manure. And they rightly are offended by this. But to then turn around and believe/spread/create rumors about city-folk yourselves is terribly hypocritical. Cities aren't really that scary. The Middle isn't really that backwards. Sometimes, people are stupid. Check that: Most of the time, people are stupid. Back to the Fair.]

Of course, the first thing we did at the Fair was get something to eat: it was 1030 am and we had our game plan to stick to. We headed over to the Iowa Pork Producers and got a Pork Chop on a Stick. In most parts of the world, a pork chop is about 1/2 - 1" thick - a nice size to grill or broil. Here in Iowa, they have a special cut, conveniently called an Iowa Chop, which is usually 2 -3 " inches thick. The stick in this case is nothing more than the bone, but that qualifies to me.

From there, we headed to the Agriculture building to peruse the prettiest vegetable winners,

see the champion pumpkin (another State Fair record),
and of course, the Butter Cow, who this year was accompanied by a Butter Shawn Johnson (and Olympic Gold-medalist) and some other painter guy.

We then stopped for a smoked turkey leg. These things are straight out of the Flintstones. This, along with the cheese curds, pork tenderloin sandwiches, and corn dogs, are one of the staples of the Fair. We weren't impressed: the turkey tasted like ham, which is just weird, and it was really salty. We ate about 1/3 of it and threw out the rest. For us, the giant Turkey leg was 7/8ths hype, 1/8th taste.

On to the Prepared Foods building, where all the canning and cooking competitions were held. We weren't planning on eating anything, but they were giving away free ice cream bars on a stick so we had some of those - a palate cleanser if you will.

Unfortunately, we were somewhat disappointed with the canning displays. I'm not sure if the 500-year flooding event Iowa had earlier this year limited the number of entries, but we were unimpressed. Well, not unimpressed, because there was some pretty stuff, especially the white/green striped canned beans, but underwhelmed. Oh well.

We then circled around to the livestock barns, where we watched a sheep judging competition (kind of boring since they all look alike, although the one woman who was coaxing her sheep along by sticking her hand way far up its butt was pretty interesting), walked down the 'Avenue of Breeds,' where they show off all types of horses, cows, sheep, goats, rabbits, and chicken breeds, and visited with the Biggest Boar (once again, enormously large testicles) winner and his runner-up (in case the winner can't perform his duties). These Boar are so big I don't think they can stand up - two years we've seen them now, and not once has any of them even moved while we were there.

After that, some more deep fried wonderfulness. This time, we went simple and decided on fried, battered cheese curds. Honestly, these may be the best food ever invented. I could eat 10 million of them and never get bored. (Technically, the cheese curds aren't on a stick, but it doesn't matter, we made an exception. Trust me, if you ever have tried a deep fried, battered cheese curd, you understand what I'm talking about)

We then went to something new: the 'This is how a Real Farm Works' Building. In this building, they had arranged for various animals to give birth every day of the Fair. Since we went towards the end of the Fair, most stuff had already been born, like the piglets, cows, and goats (baby goats are very adorable, and pretty funny looking). There were also chickens hatching and baby ostriches, as well as ostrich eggs still incubating. And just for fun, while we were there, they were spaying a dog in front of a live audience; I thought this would be kind of gross and cool to watch, but it was terribly boring.

This building may have been our favorite part of the Fair this year. This entire building was basically saying: "Hey City /Suburban folk. The food you eat, it starts out really cute. Then we kill it and eat it. Deal with it. Its the Circle of Life." We weren't able to witness a live-birth, but we got the point.

As were leaving this awesome new building, we ran into some friends. We sat with them as they snacked on some cheese curds, a deep fried Milky Way, and deep fried pineapple; we also had deep fried pineapple, which of course comes on a stick (after re-reading that last sentence, I think we qualify as Iowans. We saw people we knew at the State Fair and shared fried food on a stick with them. Sounds like Iowa to me)

After that, the day took a bit of a turn for the weird. First, we took part in a popcorn poll, where you got a kernel of corn and put it in a jar for the Presidential candidate you were supporting. As we were going through the line, the guy behind us said '10 out of 10 terrorists support Obama.' We were pretty upset by this comment, and said something to the fine gentleman who said it. I don't really care who you vote for (well, I actually do - Barack the Vote!), but that kind of comment, based on rumor-mongering, really has no place in a real discussion on the merits of our future President. It made us sad.

We then entered the Varied Industries building. Back in the day, this was the place where farmers could check out the newest products for both the farm and home. Now, it's filled with sauna salesmen and political booths. It's pretty weird. There was an Anti-Evolution booth; I'm sure these people mean well, but to argue that humans co-existed with dinosaurs (and possibly even rode them like horses) is a pretty funny concept. I think we actually laughed out loud when we saw this booth. After passing a few anti-abortion booths, we decided it was time to go. It was starting to get hot, and we were tired.

On the way out, Kimberly stopped to get the gigantic-ist ice cream cone I've ever seen from the Iowa Dairy Association; she asked for a double scoop, but somehow ended up with 4 scoops. It was pretty insane.

I took a little detour to see the 'Super Bull,' in this case an albino looking thing, also with gigantic testicles. When I walked in, it was lying on its side. After a few seconds, it stood up with a speed that was very impressive for an animal of its size - me and the kid next to me jumped backwards as he turned towards us, despite the fact he was behind a fence. He also had a nose piercing (a bull ring, if you will), which made him look super scary.
I would not want to be the guy at Hawkeye Breeders that does this job:

And after that, another year at the Fair was over. While we ate a good amount of food, we skipped the pork tenderloin sandwich, which are supposed to be fantastic. And the Beef Sundae (like an ice cream sundae, but not at all like an ice cream sundae). And a Fried Twinkie on a Stick. And, sadly, the corn dogs. but we need to save something new to try for next year.

As for next year, we'll be even more prepared, and we're hoping to become more active participants in the Fair Experience. We're planning on entering Miles into the 'Best House Cat' competition (again, not joking); not to put too much pressure on the little feline, but I'm pretty sure he's going to win. I'm also hoping to submit some sunflower heads into the 'Largest Sunflower Head' competition; after sizing up this year's winners in person, I'm pretty sure we could compete. There's also a handful of 'Prettiest' vegetable competitions I think we could compete and place highly in, it just kind of depends on how early we can get our crops in the ground and get some fruit to ripen.

If I were you, I'd start planning my vacation for the 2009 Iowa State Fair right now. Just hope that we don't have Fair Weather.

[Check out all the pics on Flickr]

A Midwest Odyssey

[Somehow, this post got to be almost as long as Homer's Odyssey. Sorry about that.]

As some of you may have noticed (read: our mothers), we haven't posted in a while. Since we got back from Mexico, we've been busy with the garden and preparing for school, which starts in exactly a week. I've also been traveling all over the Midwest.

Two weekends ago, I was invited to play in a weekend Ultimate Frisbee tournament in Madison, Wisconsin with a team from Des Moines. I knew most of the people who were playing on the team, and had never been to Madison, so I decided to go. While the 4-1/2 hour drive was a little tedious, the tournament was a lot of fun. The weather in Madison was perfect, the team I played with was filled with some really talented players (including the best male and female players in the State of Iowa, as regarded by people who know more than I do), and everyone was really fun. We crashed at a friend of a friend's house, covering almost the entire floor space and spent a night eating and hanging out in downtown Madison, which is the state capitol and location of the University of Wisconsin. I could see us living in Madison some day. We ended up finishing 5th in the tournament, which was a pretty good outcome for us, based on the competition.

Two days after I returned from Madison, Kimberly and I drove to Kansas City, where the Red Sox were playing the Kansas City Royals. One month ago, if you had asked me, I would have had almost no opinion of Kansas City; I just never thought about the City, nor did I think I would ever visit it. I remember when I was little, I was always scared of the Royals because they had George Brett and Dan Quisenberry, but that's all I knew of the City.

We were very pleasantly surprised. KC is a pretty old city that is going through some urban revitalization. There are cool, funky, Portland-esque neighborhoods, with good restaurants and cool old buildings. The housing stock was cute, and a lot of the old warehouse buildings are being converted into apartments and condos.

The quantity and quality of the restaurants was also surprising. Of course, KC is known for its BBQ, and it didn't disappoint. We ate at Arthur Bryant's, which is considered one of the 2 best places in the City. I wanted to buy some BBQ to take home, but Kimberly nixed that idea.

Additionally, a chef I worked with here used to be a chef in KC, and gave us some great restaurant recommendations. In one place, we drank real coffee (not Iowan coffee, which can best be described as strong tea) while eating one of the best brunches we've had since leaving Portland at a place called Rm 39. It turns out that the 2 waitresses at this place also were thinking of moving to Portland, so they kept coming by to refresh our coffee just so they could have an excuse to keep asking us questions.

The Royals stadium was also a nice place to watch a baseball game, which is a bonus. As seems to be the case for most Red Sox away games these days, the stadium was over half full of traveling Red Sox fans. This makes sense: the price of airfare, a hotel, and tickets to all 3 games in KC is probably cheaper than going to 3 games at Fenway these days.

Kansas City has some glaring negatives, like the lack of public transportation and the lack of bike-friendly streets, but I could see us living in Kansas City some day.

To add to the insanity, two days after getting home from KC, we drove to Chicago, where one of Kimberly's friends from Portland was visiting her in-laws. Additionally, my brother-in-law-in-law (alternately, my brother-in-law once removed. He's my brother's wife's brother) lives in Chicago, so we visited him as well.

We spent a brisk 36 hours in the City, having a wonderful lunch with my in-law and his girlfriend. He gave us a tour of his downtown apartment, which was pretty awesome, and we walked along Lake Michigan on a picture perfect day.

Later on, we met Kimberly's friend and husband at The Original Gino's East, a legendary deep dish pizza place located kind of near Wrigley Field. They have just recently returned from living in Chengdu, China for a year, so we spent the time catching up and listening to some pretty crazy 'living-in-China' stories.

We really enjoyed our short time in Chicago; it's a great City that seems really livable. With the perfect weather and good company, it was a great weekend. I could see us living in Chicago some day.

Finally, this past weekend, I went to another Ultimate Tournament, this time near Milwaukee, a short 6 hour car drive. I played with team of random people, most of whom were from Denver, but who also came from Seattle, Indiana, and Chicago. While still a good time, this tournament wasn't as fun as the first in Madison. But I did get to experience some beautiful countryside outside of Milwaukee, and more perfect weather.

Over the 2 weeks, I spent approximately 38 hours traveling around by car, covering approximately 2500 miles. That's far.

The one thing I learned/realized these past couple of weeks is that the Midwest is a place of 2 extremes: the City and the Country. The whole state of Iowa is definitely 'country', despite the best efforts of Des Moines (in my travels, this is also true of Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, and South Dakota). Iowa is 90% cornfields, with a few small cities that are decent but isolated (Iowa City, Ames, Dubuque, Des Moines). The places we visited are capital-C Cities, with a lot to offer, even Madison; although they are surrounded by farm lands, they don't feel so isolated, because the City is big and vibrant. Considering I grew up in a place where the City didn't really ever end until you drove a few hours, the capital-C city model seems more comfortable.

Chris Dodd Missed A Great Ending

A couple weeks ago, we were invited to go to the biggest event in Iowa not called the State Fair: the Iowa - Iowa State football game, often referred to as the Iowa Super Bowl. This is a big time rivalry, with the coveted Cy-Hawk Trophy up for grabs (ISU is the Cyclones; Iowa is the Hawkeyes. I suggested it be called the Corn Trophy, the Pork Chop Trophy, or at least Trophy on a Stick(my favorite), but no one seemed to like any of these ideas). Recently, ISU has been winning in the rivalry more than they should be, even though Iowa is a superior football team with a longer tradition of success (Iowa won for like 15 straight years before 1998; Iowa has won like 6 of 8 since). This year, they played at ISU, where wewe live a short trip from the stadium.

The tailgate area, full of custom RVs and buses. People here really
like flags, as you can see.

I was pretty excited, since I went to a school that got rid of its football program over 30 years ago (or as we like to say, 'Undefeated since 1974'). And Kimberly never went to a game as a spectator, even though her football team was pretty good and went to the Rose Bowl. So going to our first football game, and it being a rivalry game, was pretty exciting.

On a perfect crisp fall day (although Kimberly thought it was cold; she'll learn soon enough), we headed out to our pre-game tailgate party, which some friends invited us out to. The game started at 12:30, so that meant we HAD to start drinking at 10; it had been a long time since I drank before noon and I wasn't sure how I would hold up. On top of the early start for drinking, the event turned out to be a party for the Democratic Party of Iowa, which promised to be a happening place, what with the Presidential caucuses coming up and the candidates needing to take advantage of every opportunity to show off their 'everyman' persona.

[One interesting thing that we've touched on a couple times here, but should probably expand on at some point, is that Iowa is the first state in the Presidential whittling-down process, so there's always news of one of the candidates having an event close by. It's very interesting]

The tailgating scene was pretty crazy. Apparently, this is the biggest tailgate of the year for the ISU fans; they aren't so good at football and really get up for their big rivalry game. I think that the tailgate at big football schools like Texas, Oklahoma, the Florida schools, and most Southern universities is probably bigger and crazier than this, but people were definitely living it up.

'Official' ISU tailgate tents. Notice the eye-catching color combo.

We started out with some cheap beer, that stayed nice and cold due to the outside temperatures, masking the lack of taste. And we stuffed our faces with over-cooked hot dogs and hamburgers. There was some potato salad, but I was disappointed there were no casseroles or jello salads (I was informed I need to go to a Lutheran church gathering to fully experience these culinary delights; and I use the term delights loosely).

Our fearless authors, a few beers in. If you'll notice, Kimberly has a winter hat on. In
September. I fear she may turn into a popsicle in February.

Our Iowa friends who invited us to the party; guess who they were rooting for
(hint: The U of Iowa's colors are black and gold)?

I have to tell you, it is pretty strange to be drinking a beer at 10 am while you're talking to Chris Dodd.

'Isn't that guy running for President?'

Yup, Chris Dodd. Senator from Connecticut. Democratic candidate for President. He was there, as were representatives from some of the other candidates' camps.

After we were petitioned by several candidates' camps and they started making sense, we decided we had had enough beer and it was time to head into the game.

On the way into the game, we noticed a pretty good split in the rooting interests of the fans. We were at ISU, so there was definitely more Red and Yellow in the area (ISU's colors are Red and Gold, derisively referred to as Ketchup and Mustard by the Iowa fans). But the Iowa fans had a pretty good showing, with at least 25-40% of the crowd sporting the Black and Gold (Iowa's colors).

The ISU Stadium is named after Jack Trice, the first black athlete ever at ISU in the 1920's,
who subsequently died during a game.

We really didn't have any rooting interest in the game, even though Kimberly attends ISU. We decided we would hope for a good game and let the people surrounding us try to convince us who we should root for.

Apparently at Iowa, they let the convicts out to cheer on their team.
Actually, for some reason the striped pants, and especially the striped overalls,
are really popular for both teams.

This ISU fan looked lost. I think he was looking for the 'Food on a Stick' stand. This may
be my new most favoritist picture ever.

Once we got inside, we were pretty evenly surrounded by both Iowa and ISU fans.

These 2 women, who were sitting behind us, were very 'hands on' in their support of Iowa. The one on the left told me 'If i get excited, I might grab you, so be prepared.' Um...

The two of them were ringing cowbells the entire game. Here I am right before I threw it away since it was giving me a killer headache.

My 'Iowa Great State Map' T-shirt got rave reviews from the crowd.

They were less touchy with Kimberly. But they did offer her beads, which she politely declined. I would have taken them; those things are valuable, especially during Mardi Gras.

Chris Dodd also came in to watch the game. He was stuffing his face with hot dogs pretty much all game. Then he left in the third quarter. He missed a pretty good ending.

'No really, I'm running for President. I'm such a regular guy
I don't even bother ironing my pants.'

At first, I was disappointed that he didn't have on jeans and a plaid shirt, so he could be a 'regular' guy. But then I realized it was kind of nice he wasn't posing and went with the 'relaxing day at the yacht club' look of khakis, loafers, and a Member's Only jacket you might expect of a Connecticut-ician. The weird thing is his pants were not ironed and the cuffs were all frayed. You would think a Presidential candidate could afford an iron, no?

So behind us, we had the loud touchy Iowa fans. In front of us, we had the way too nice ISU fans. They were resigned to the fact that their team was pretty terrible, and if they were to win this game, it would be quite the upset.

Everyone's nice in Iowa, even when their team is generally terrible. Check the
overalls on the guy on the left; he's apparently the pediatrician from
some small town of 7,ooo people. He snuck in Vodka in a water bottle.

All the fans were actually really nice. This picture was taken as Iowa was about to lose to a team that isn't very good. As you can see, people are still generally happy.

So, as for the game, ISU was leading 12-0 at half time, with 4 field goals. Iowa came back to take the lead at 13-12 with about 4 minutes left in the game (Chris Dodd was gone by this point). Iowa fans were pretty happy at this point, because they were going to win a game they should win.

But then ISU took control and marched down the field. With 5 seconds left, they lined up to kick the winning field goal.

By this picture you can probably guess how the kick worked out:

I remember when Red Sox games used to make me feel like this.

After the field goal was good, Iowa had one last chance to run back the kickoff. The kick returner brought it back pretty far, but eventually ISU was able to tackle the guy, and the game was over. Resulting in:

The ISU Students rushing the field. Some people were taking chunks of the
turf. I guess it would kind of be cool to have 3 square inches
of turf from a football field. I guess. But really, who am I to talk - I have a paint chip from
the old Boston Garden that I used to carry in my wallet.

As the guy in front of me explained that ISU is an engineering school, so they know
better than to rip down the goalposts like other schools.

The ISU players, surrounded by some students, carrying away
the unfortunately named Cy-Hawk Trophy.

So ISU upset Iowa in the Iowa Super Bowl even though they couldn't score a touchdown. It was a pretty big deal in the sports world, as Iowa was on the verge of being ranked after earlier impressive victories. Now both teams will be forgotten.

The ISU crowd around us was real happy, but weren't jerks about it. The Iowa and ISU fans all talked about what a great game it was and wished each other good luck. Being a child of the Red Sox - Yankees rivalry, this 'good sportsmanship' was a new and novel idea to me.

The students were understandably jubilant walking back to campus. I'm not sure if there was any rioting, but I'm pretty sure the parties were pretty good. I can imagine a lot of headaches and hangovers this morning as a lot of people were partying from early yesterday morning until the wee hours of last night/this morning. 24 hours of drinking can really take its toll on the body.

More pics from the big game here, and in handy slide show presentation here.

[Edit: As I look over this post, post-publishing, I realize that the ISU colors really clash with our blog formatting. That's a big strike against them]

Where am I again?

Today I participated in the following conversation:

Me: "Yeah, so you know where the power plant is, right?"
Friend: "Uh-huh"
Me: "Well, you go past the power plant and take a right at the greenhouses. Then you take a right past the horses, go under the railroad tracks, and over the creek. And there you are."

Those are in fact the directions to our house. And, seriously, we live on campus.

Exhibit A as to Why Beauty Pageants Should be Eliminated

I just saw this video on another website (deadspin.com) and it hurt my head so much that I had to pass it on.

I dare you to watch this and to explain to me what point she is trying to make. Actually, all I need you to do is tell me why South Africa is brought into the answer.

I need to go floss my brain now.

Shooting Moose in an Iowan Bar

Last Friday night, I went Moose hunting with a member of the Iowa State Legislature.

Weird huh?

Over a few pitchers of Miller Light (so tasty), I was introduced to Big Buck Hunter. The game is simple: shoot the male rams, deer, antelope, or moose (easily identifiable by their horns) and the critters (scary things like cougars, and really scary things like song birds and squirrels and raccoons and skunks); don't shoot the females. [Interesting Iowa Side Notes: there are so many deer getting fat off the corn growing here that you can get a license to shoot does. Although I'm not 100% sure of this, most other places I know about allow only the shooting of bucks: the more points the better!]

Who knew shooting things could be so much fun?!?!?! All the glory without having to get blood and guts all over me. Or having to field dress them (I don't have a big enough knife anyways).

Unfortunately, I also don't get to take the meat home. Or mount the antlers on the wall. Or use the skins for a rug (oh, so warm to cuddle up on in front of the fire on those long Iowa winter nights).

I spent probably $10 playing this game; $5 more than I spent on a pitcher of that Miller. And boy was it worth it.

The State Legislator guy offered to take me real hunting, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. That field dressing thing seems kind of intense. Although I guess if I just killed a giant deer I would be so full of adrenaline that I'd probably rip the thing apart with my bare hands. Now there's an image for your morning.

State Fair Pics

I put all of our pictures from the State Fair onto Flickr (they're not in their own group, because I need to fix my Flickr account; I may have some time to get that done this week). A lot of them are below on the previous blog post, but there are some new interesting ones for your viewing pleasure.

Not to be too narcissistic, but I really like the picture of me eating the corn dog, even if it is a picture of me eating a corn dog. Me with my stylish sunglasses that I bought for 2 Euros (about $2.50) in Italy.

Speaking of Italy, since I am currently unemployed, I am going to try to start uploading pictures and telling stories from our trip. I figure that will be more fun than looking for a new job.

Every State Should Have One of These

Today, we had a fair-ly amazing day. It certainly was an a-fair to remember. We payed a discount fair.

This morning, we got out of bed fair-ly early, despite the anger of Zeus keeping us up half the night. We hopped onto the interstate and headed south to attend our first ever Iowa State Fair!!!

We had heard from a lot of people that the State Fair here is fantastic, and maybe even the BEST IN THE WORLD (Minnesotans would argue that the Great Minnesota Get Together is better, but I have no opinion as of yet; although, it is only about 3-1/2 hours to St Paul, so maybe I'll head up north later this week to do some comparison shopping). Based on some of the things I have read about the Fair so far - people camping there and going to the fair for all 10 days; the butter cow; corn dogs! - we were very much anticipating the event. And I couldn't wait to see if I could give myself a heart attack by sampling all the deep fried things on a stick.

After riding a shuttle from the parking lot to the fairgrounds, we began wandering through the tractors, combines, and other farm implement displays to make our way to Kimberly's favorite part of the fair: the jams, jellies, and canning section.

But before we could get there, I had something I needed to do:
This is only my second career State Fair, but there's one thing I have already learned: no State Fair is complete if you don't have a corn dog.

After savoring that succulent piece of mixed, macerated pork parts, coated and deep-fried, we finally made it over to the caning area. Kimberly and I have a done a little caning ourselves, and although it's worked out well in terms of flavor and 'lack-of-botulism,' none of our foods come out half as pretty as these. My favorite, which we don't have a picture of, was the pickled green beans, with alternating green and white beans, giving the jar a striped appearance.From there, we started wandering the fairgrounds, just taking in all the atmosphere, the mullets and fashion, the midway, and the food. Especially the food.

Onion rings? Check.

Fried cheese curds? Check.
Deep fried twinkies, oreos, and snickers, all that the same booth? Check.
Pork chop on a stick? Check (the guy in the front there is enjoying one in the photo).Whole turkey legs? Check (this is the one item I wished I had eaten the most; it looked so good).

Cheese on a stick (I have no idea what that is)? Meatballs on a stick? Chocolate covered cheesecake on a stick? Nutbars on a stick? Fry bread? Check. Check. Check. Check. And check.

They even have this (right there in the middle):Having eaten to the point of nausea [We actually stopped eating after the corn dog, onion rings, and cheese curds and a beverage, because, well, we felt sick. Walking by the remainder of the booths, although inspiring, also didn't help. I kind of understand why people go to the Fair everyday, just so they can eat all the fried things without dying. The list of things we didn't eat make me look forward to next year's Fair - I know to have a game plan next time] we wandered over to the John Deere Agriculture Building, to check out the prize winning fruits and veggies.

You know, the Iowa State Fair wouldn't be complete with some(more pics of the veggies, and the Fair in general, will be uploaded to Flickr soon).

One of the more interesting portions was the "weird veggies" area. As I understand it, if you find a mis-shapen veggie growing in your garden, you submit it for this category. This year, a double potato won. Honestly, I have no idea how this didn't win:

(hint: it's a cantaloupe growing inside a car muffler)

On our way outside, we saw this:

That there is the 1st prize -winning pumpkin, weighing in at over 1,100 pounds. But we were in luck, because not only is that the 2007 winning pumpkin, that pumpkin set the State Fair Record - that right there is the largest pumpkin EVER at the Iowa State Fair. Impressive, to say the least.Next on our agenda was the livestock pens, where we took in the quarter horses, the leghorn roosters, the llamas, the un-castrated and 'right-there-in-your-face' bulls (those things look painful), and this:
Now, I'm not sure how they can claim that it's the WORLD'S Largest Boar (maybe they do a worldwide comparison, maybe it's the only fair to have a big boar competition, I don't know), but I do know that the actual 'World's Biggest Boar' didn't fit in my camera's view finder. So thusly, I present the 'WORLD'S SECOND LARGEST BOAR' (in case the first place winner can't fulfill his duties):

After about 5 hours, we were starting to fade. It was time for us to head back home. But we still hadn't seen the main atraction of the Iowa State Fair: the butter cow.

Apparently, every year a local artist carves a cow out of butter. No really, this happens every year. Really. And every year, there's also a 'surprise' carving. I couldn't wait to see it.

And the butter cow did not disappoint:

The picture isn't great: the cow's muscles had texture and his ribs looked oh so tasty. And the surprise: yup, Harry Potter. Unfortunately, Neville wasn't there.

Overall, it's hard to comprehend just how much stuff there is at the State Fair unless you see it. The numbers of livestock and veggies is uncountable. We didn't even go to the midway, the place setting competition, or to any concerts. While going everyday is probably a little overkill, I could see going multiple days in the future.

And to top it off, tomorrow night, to close the Fair, Sanjaya and his band of merry idiots are the closing act.