Imus in the Morning

The Don Imus controversy has taken off like wildfire over the past week. His comment referring to the Rutgers women's basketball team as "nappy-headed ho's" has led to his program's removal from MSNBC, and his radio show may be cancelled very soon. We shall see.

As a political & media junkie, I am a frequent listener to Imus's show. His revolving list of guests -- Tim Russert, David Gregory, John McCain, Harold Ford, David Brooks, Andrea Mitchell, and on and on -- made the program very entertaining, despite the show's low-brow attempt at humor that crossed the line from time to time.

Imus's comment was awful and shameful, especially given the fact that the audience he directed it at is not a public figure. For that comment I think he should be punished. However, total removal of his show from MSNBC and potentially his entire radio show's removal is overkill in my opinion. The punishment does not fit the crime, especially given the fact that there are many worse examples of misogyny and racist comments that exist on the airwaves. Targeting Don Imus only was a very selective and narrow-focused act.

I listened to Imus's show all week, and his attitude and apologies were very genuine and sincere to me. For people like Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson to call for Imus's firing is actually counterproductive for their cause. At the very least this controversy has put discussions about race relations back into the public discourse. You can't turn on the TV this week without a panel discussion on the subject or read a newspaper online without an op-ed about Imus. If Imus's show is completely removed, so goes the discussion. It is swept under the rug until the next celebrity utters a misguided comment.

The article below -- from a sports columnist's perspective no less - is one of the better takes I have come across in the past few days about the controversy.

So how is the Rutgers team better served? By demanding Imus be fired, or by converting him into an ally and employing his powerful voice and platform? By silencing his microphone, or by engaging him in sustained and badly needed conversation about race and gender? By refusing his contrition, or by suggesting that he come and watch, close-up and firsthand, and get to know them and the game they love? Preferably, wearing a scarlet sweat shirt.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/11/AR2007041102518.html?hpid=topnews

Bruiser

Being Owen can be rough.

From Billy D to Billy G

Kentucky is set to announce Billy Gillispie as their next head coach today to replace Tubby Smith. Athletic Director Mitch Barnhart moved quickly on the search once it was apparent yesterday that Billy Donovan was staying at Florida.

I first read about Billy Gillispie a couple of weeks ago when his team was in the Sweet 16 of the NCAA tournament. He had a great track record of building winners out of the two schools where he had coached, UTEP and Texas A&M, neither of which were basketball powers. Then I came across this article about how obsessed he is with coaching to the point of seeming unhealthy. After reading it I hoped Kentucky could either land Donovan or would go with Villanova's Jay Wright. But after following the fanatical UK fans' obsession over this coaching search -- complete with private plane tracking through the FAA website and real estate speculation about potential coaches buying horse farms -- I decided that maybe what an obsessed fan base truly needs is an obsessed coach to lead the basketball program. We'll see. Go Big Blue!

NYT: Coach's 'Unhealthy' Obsession Has Led to Success at Texas A&M

"Texas A&M Coach Billy Gillispie drinks Dr Pepper for breakfast, does not know his sister’s last name and is so tough on his players that his mother swears that she would never play for him."

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"Gillispie said he feels more adjusted in College Station than he did in El Paso, here his life was so unbalanced that his house was barely furnished. When he held a selection Sunday gathering in March at his house in El Paso, the Christmas tree was still up. Still, he knows he spends more nights dissecting film than hanging out with friends."

Press conference at 12:15 ET online at http://www.ukathletics.com/.

Kids and Fear

I think this article has a tremendous point of view on parenting. This is from a feature Newsweek runs every week called "My Turn" where a person writes in with his/her perspective on a given issue. The woman who wrote this lives over in Chapel Hill. Amy & I should look her up to meet her. I think per point is dead on.

"We Protect Kids From Everything But Fear"

Fear is the new fuel of the American mom. If it's not fear of her child becoming obese, it's the fear of falling behind, missing out on a sports scholarship or winding up with a thin college-rejection envelope.

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It's not that I think parents shouldn't worry about anything. I'm personally petrified of SUV drivers on cell phones. I fret as much as the next mom about how to pay for college. I pray my kids won't wander onto MySpace and post something dumb.

But you can't go around afraid of everything. It's too exhausting! No matter how careful you are, bad stuff happens (diaper rash, stitches, all your friends assigned to another class). And it's seldom the end of the world.

Amen to that.

Planet Earth

Quick plug:
If you get the chance to see Planet Earth, the new nature documentary series on the Discovery Channel, definitely check it out.

The Discovery Channel teamed with the BBC to film the series. There are 11 episodes filmed initially, each costing over $1M per episode as every frame is shot in high definition. It took them 5 years to complete, and they filmed over 200 locations. Watching the scenes -- from deserts, to mountains, to caves, to the Arctic, to the oceans -- is like having an IMAX movie in your living room.

Sunday nights at 8pm ET. I highly recommend it.

Cheers!

Pollen, Dolls, and Four-Letter Words

Pollen season is here in North Carolina. All the pine trees are in full bloom which means the return of the thick yellow haze that lingers in the air like fog. We need a good rain to wash it all away -- off cars, houses, and a little boy's nose.


Amy took her second attempt at the Elmo birthday cake for the boys' upcoming birthdays in a couple weeks. This one turned out much better than the first, in which Elmo's eyes and face stuck to the pan and would have scarred two little boys for life had we presented it to them. I don't know who is going to be more excited about birthday #2 -- Amy in making the cake and the birthday preparations or the boys.



"Hello, my name is Derek Rutledge and I am coming to terms with the fact that my son happily enjoys playing with my neighbor's dolls..."



"...and strollers." Maybe I've pushed too hard on the trucks, tractors, and basketball, and the boys are rebelling. ;-)



Other goings-on at la casa de Rutledge...

• We took the boys to Target on Saturday night (Amy & I lead exciting lives, let me tell you) and put the boys in separate shopping carts. Normally Amy takes the boys by herself but they are together in the stroller or in a jumbo shopping cart that seats two kids. So Saturday's separation from each other was quite a departure for them as Amy & I took the divide & conquer approach to shopping. For little Owen, the separation was too much as he continually shouted all over the store for his brother, "Gus!! Gus!!" I always knew what aisle they were on by following the calls for brother.

  
  

• Owen has entered the repeat phase where he starts to repeat everything he hears. This past weekend he made his parents accutely aware that they will have to watch the four-letter words that come out of their mouths. After I noticed a tick on my leg from working in the yard and uttered a quaint, little phrase, Owen responsed with "Oh chit" over and over. As a result, Amy & I should re-appear in public with the boys in 2012.

  
  

• In hoops news Florida repeated as national champions last night. I honestly have to wonder if Florida fans really realize the feat that their basketball program achieved last night by winning back-to-back national titles. That just doesn't happen too often, and I get the feeling Gator fans see it as a pleasant headline between spring football practice stories. Kentucky athletic director Mitch Barnhart will make the pitch this week for Billy Donovan to leave the program he has built at Florida and lead UK. But my gut tells me Donovan will leverage the UK offer for a massive pay raise and stay in Florida. Barnhart is a smart and capable guy who will have his ducks in a row if this happens. My prediction: Be prepared for plan B (and C and D).

  
  

• Finally, I fixed the video of Gus going bananas over Amy's tongue and Owen taking swan dives in his crib. We checked the wrong box on YouTube, but it's fixed now.
  

Cheers!

Bedtime Stories and More

This was the scene at our house after bedtime stories. Gus starting labeling body parts with his favorite being the tongue. Listen closely and you'll also hear him point out 'Da-da's bye-bows' (eyebrows). Owen has his own side show in the background. Needless to say, the kiddos didn't want to go to sleep when the lights went out last night.

Thursday Tidbits

Some tidbits from la casa de Rutledge this week...

• The weather has warmed up in North Carolina -- temperatures in the 80's all week -- so Owen & Gus have spent a lot of time outside. I had the boys for a couple of hours last weekend so we ventured to the neighborhood park with climbing rails, slides, etc. You can just see the boys' apprehension fade and their courage grow as they got to the point where they were running for the next turn once they hit the bottom of the slide. Gus had a minor setback falling from a monkey bar onto his face which scratched him up a bit and scared him more than anything. But scratches, bumps and bruises are part of growing up.



• On Tuesday Amy took the boys to a park where there were several kids. Unfortunately there was an incident where Owen pushed a younger boy off the playset causing him to hit his head and fall about four feet to the ground. Luckily the little boy was ok and we knew his parents. Still Amy took it really hard that Owen had done this. Owen and Gus battle each other at home for toys, books, position in line for raisins, etc. But when they act out aggressively towards other kids obviously that's something we want to nip in the bud. It is tough because at nearly two, they aren't quite at the age yet where they fully understand the consequences of their actions.

• To help with the discipline we've scratched off pajamas, books and Elmo DVD's from their upcoming birthday needs lists and replaced them with the bear trap and stun gun below. Hey, we're about to embark on a double dose of the terrible two's -- Amy and I want to be ready.

(I joke. Of course we wouldn't use such devices on our two-year olds. We'll wait until they are two and a half.)

• Switching gears to hoops, the Final Four starts this weekend with a stellar lineup of two #1 seeds and two #2 seeds. It has really been an exciting tournament to watch. Despite the presence of a Cinderella team making a run, the quality of basketball has been tremendous. The Tennessee/Ohio State, Vanderbilt/Georgetown, UNC/Georgetown games last weekend were just great games to watch. I look forward to the games on Saturday.

• Kentucky's coaching search continues to focus on Billy Donovan. I am intrigued by the possibility of Donovan being the next UK coach and can make a case either way for him jumping ship or for him staying put at Florida. On one hand, he would instantly excite the most rabid, loyal, and supportive fan base in college basketball if he took the job. On the other hand, he can make a ton of money where he is and build his own dynasty in Gainesville. Either way, we will probably know more after the Final Four next week.

• As an avid Law & Order fan this article on former Tennessee Senator Fred Thompson interested me. Thompson plays the district attorney on the TV show and is considering a White House run in 2008. If he does run, L&O reruns where he is in the episode would probably be taken off the air (much to the delight of my wife). If Thompson were to pick Jack McCoy as his running mate, he might have a supporter in yours truly. ;-)

• Finally congratulations goes out to our good friend Chris LeDuc from Boston who just took the plunge and got engaged to his girlfriend Pam. We are completely stoked for the two of them. Good times!

Cheers!

The Pressure Cooker That is Kentucky

"He was looking forward to a new stage, a final stage I hope here," Maturi said. "We talked about a lot of things, but mostly it was about academic rates, graduation rates and that was one of the many things that endeared me to him. We didn't talk much about salary, but what he could do for young men. I know all coaches talk like that, but he lives it. That's who he is. That's why he is so revered."

--Minnesota athletic director Joel Maturi on Tubby Smith

When Tubby Smith decided on Thursday that he was ready to move on from the Univesity of Kentucky, I immediately got a sinking feeling in my stomach. My beloved alma mater had just lost a quality, high character, national championship coach to a school where hockey is as big if not bigger than basketball.

I was certainly not the only one who was disappointed at the news. But there were also many people within the UK fan base who had an opposite reaction. On the UK basketball message boards, there were 13,000+ people logged in to discuss the news yesterday. Many if not most of them were glad to see Tubby leave Kentucky.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Considering we live in a microwave society where results are expected immediately, patience is a lost art, and everyone has a voice on talk shows and the internet it was easy to see this situation unfolding over the past year or two. Couple that environment with the fact that the situation at Kentucky comes with incredibly high -- and I would argue incredibly unrealistic -- expectations, and Tubby's departure makes sense. The man was just fed up with never feeling like he was appreciated. I don't blame him a bit for his decision.

The frustrating part for me is that I don't think these fans who demand so much will really learn anything from this experience. In their minds they believe they are justified in having their wish fulfilled for a new coach and entitled to the success that they want for UK. The reality is these expectations are wildly unachievable. A Final Four every year is not realistic. Is it something to strive for? Certainly. But if the team has a great year and falls short of a national championship, that doesn't justify or entitle getting a new coach.

Tubby is an outstanding indivdual. I met him in 1998 in North Carolina at the Jimmy V charity golf tournament after Tubby had just won the national championship. He was as gracious, humble and unassuming of a person as I could imagine, especially for someone that was the championship coach at arguably the most storied basketball program in the country. But he was more than that. Tubby graduated his players, ran his program the right way, and didn't cheat to win -- something to be noted with Kentucky's checkered past. And Tubby certainly won -- an average of 26 wins per year, one national championship, two Elite Eights, and multiple SEC championships. It is a sad reflection on us as fans when such success isn't good enough.

All that said, in spite of the negative aspects of the expectations at UK there is an upside to Kentucky fans' fanatacism as well. When Kentucky plays in the SEC and NCAA tournaments their fans turn out in blue-clad droves. Amy and I traveled to Nashville a couple years ago to see the first and second round games there, and Kentucky fans filled up 75% of Gaylord Arena. Despite a fourth-place finish this year in the SEC, Kentucky fans still had the plurality of fans in Atlanta. Kentucky fans are loyal, passionate and will travel anywhere to support their team.

Pat Forde, my favorite college basketball writer, sums it up very well in his article on espn.com yesterday.

But beyond the lunatic fringe -- and it's probably true that Kentucky's lunatic fringe is thicker than most -- this was a supportive fan base during a pretty lousy season.

The proof of that was on display in Rupp on Feb. 20, when the Wildcats played LSU.

Kentucky came in reeling, having lost three in a row. LSU was in the midst of a terrible season and was playing without All-America center Big Baby Davis. This had mismatch written all over it.

Instead, LSU raced out to a 16-point first-half lead. I fully expected the UK fans to drop a chorus of boos on the home team, given its blasé performance in a must-win situation against a very beatable opponent. There were none. Zero. Instead, the fans helped energize a Kentucky comeback victory. The place roared with positive noise throughout the second half. This is what you'll get when you're the Kentucky coach: More scrutiny than you've ever had in your career, but also more passionate support.

The coming days and probably weeks will be dominated by speculation on who the next coach will be. There will be those who want Billy Donovan to bolt from Florida and those who want to return to the glorious 90's with Rick Pitino. I don't think there is a chance in the world that either one of these two coaches would take the UK job.

Similarly I think Kentucky fans have to realistically expect that some candidates may turn the job down. The pressure cooker that the fans have created is not for every coach. Some coaches will probably talk to Mitch Barnhart only to stay at their schools for more money -- the leverage game will definitely be played.

Coaches like Marquette's Tom Crean, Texas A&M's Billy Gillespie, Texas's Rick Barnes, John Calipari at Memphis, and Villanova's Jay Wright will be on the list of candidates. Personally I don't think Crean has done enough outside the Final Four run with Dwyane Wade. I think Barnes is a great recruiter but a questionable bench coach. And John Calipari left his last program at UMass in turmoil with NCAA violations, something Kentucky should be very leary of.

In the end I would be happy with Wright or Gillespie. I think both of them are good, up-and-coming coaches who have produced at schools with less basketball acumen than Kentucky. I just hope the next coach can survive the pressure cooker environment that he will face. And I hope he can hold a candle to the character coach in Tubby Smith that he will replace.

Inmates Running the Asylum

I am dumbfounded at this. What an absolute shame. Kentucky fans can expect their program to take a huge hit -- both in terms of respect nationally and success on the court -- with the loss of Tubby Smith.

Sources: Smith to Leave Kentucky for Minnesota

Tubby Smith will leave Kentucky to take over the head coaching job at Minnesota, multiple sources told ESPN.com's Andy Katz.

Smith had four year remaining on his Kentucky contract.

Smith met with Kentucky players and Kentucky AD Mitch Barnhart. Smith is expected to fly to Minnesota later Thursday afternoon.

Smith called former Minnesota coach Dan Monson early Thursday and told him he was accepting the job. Minnesota is expected to pay Smith $1.8 million per year.

Go Big Blue (from Owen)

Four days of basketball in the Rutledge household. Even Owen is catching on. Go Big Blue!

Cheers!

March Madness

I am a kid in a candy store right now. A dog at feeding time. An astronaut with a fresh diaper. Yes, it's like Christmas Eve at la casa de Rutledge right now as the NCAA tournament is upon us.

Every year I take off the Thursday and Friday to watch the first round of NCAA tournament games. And every year I become glued to the TV when an underdog takes a favorite down to the wire, pulling hard for the upset without regard to what the upset will do to my tournament brackets. I have been fortunate enough to experience the first round games in person in Nashville and Raleigh in the past few years, and there is nothing like it when fans in the arena from all the other schools unite to start pulling for the underdog to pull out a win. There is nothing like the NCAA tournament, and the time is finally here.

Amy and I have our brackets filled out and have placed our annual friendly wager on who can pick the most correct games. If recent tradition continues, I will happily be donning a chef's cap and firing up the grill to make Amy the dinner of her choice. But that's part of the fun.

Finally as my buddy Dave O (also a Kentucky fan in NC) accurately pointed out, the schedule couldn't be better for an NCAA tournament fan who also pulls for Kentucky. As the Cats are the last game of the first round late Friday night, we get to enjoy two full days of basketball without the disappointment setting in when your favorite team has its season end with a loss. Hopefully Tubby can right the ship and finally get this team -- which has been so close to the brink of success this year -- over the hump. No better time to do it than in March.

So enjoy the tourney. I know we will be enjoying it for the next four days. Cheers!

Politico Tuesday

Great piece on the appeal of Barack Obama as a "both-and" candidate in the Washington Post today.

Eugene Robinson: The Moment for this Messenger?

"I think that there's the possibility -- not the certainty, but the possibility -- that I can't just win an election but can also transform the country in the process, that the language and the approach I take to politics is sufficiently different that I could bring diverse parts of this country together in a way that hasn't been done in some time, and that bridging those divisions is a critical element in solving problems like health care or energy or education. . . ."

Skivvies

Owen shows off his new 'do in his SKIVVIES. ;-)



People told us that the boys would look less like babies and more like little boys once they had their first haircuts. I think Gus definitely illustrates that point, shown here. In his SKIVVIES. ;-)

BTW, the next thing I may need our blog readers' help with is convincing Amy that it's Chuck 'E Cheese not Chunky Cheese.

Cheers!

Just a Trim

This week marked Owen and Gus's first haircut. It took them twenty-three months before getting their first trim. But after Amy & I showed them pictures of hair metal bands that they could end up like if they didn't agree to a haircut, Owen and Gus quickly darted for the van, started it up, and buckled themselves into their car seats.

We took the boys to a place that specializes in kids' haircuts. The place is a good fit for kids with toys, stuffed animals, kid videos, airplane and horse seats -- you name it. When I asked the stylist if she gets sick of watching Dora the Explorer and Elmo all day it didn't take her long to tell me what she thought of the videos by the end of a day's work. But hey, whatever works for the kids right?

Gus settled in to the airplane seat and sat stoically while getting his protruding wings trimmed. Meanwhile Owen was scared to sit by himself so he had to sit in my lap. Once he realized he was going to be ok, he sat like a statue while the stylist gave him a much-needed clip.

Meanwhile Amy snapped pictures with the camera -- make that both the digital camera and the video camera -- despite her husband's objections that they looked like the tourists at an amusement park. In the end though it was a breeze. Amy got a bunch of photos to document for her scrapbook, and the boys can relax knowing they don't have to face the pressure of learning screeching guitar solos and the art of throwing TV's out of hotel rooms like hair metal rock stars.


The photo that scared the boys into taking the plunge for their first haircuts. Oh yes, it's Dokken!

Curly, pre-trim.

Shaggy, pre-trim.

The brothers grim

Still as a statue...



"Ooooh, not so much off there. Just shape it up a bit."



The boys are presentable again.

The brothers groomed

Poll - Results

Is it skimpies or skivvies? After reading Chad's response I blew it off due to his unique upbringing in Salter Path. When the Rutledge clan jumped in I attributed it to being a Rutledge saying. I know there have been plenty of "Janeisms" which Derek continues to quote from time to time. (Other Janeisms include -- Bergendorfs, Mrs. Whifflepin, "I'll be John Brown" -- we love you Jane.) It was when my own mother replied that I started to question skimpies. My sister's post gave me stronger doubts. I was ready to concede when I sat down to type but I gave it one last whirl on google. The websites might not be appropriate but let me tell you 'skimpies' had 15,100 results. Urbandictionary.com sums it up the best.

SKIMPIES
1. skimpies: A Word Me And My Friends Use For short shorts and underwear and tight stuff. Shorts You Wear Under Your Skirt.

"you got on your Skimpies"


At the same time google had over 254,000 results for skivvies and following is the definition from urbandictionary.com. Seems that 'skivvies' is a very popular term. Derek didn't make this up after all! So whether you're running around in your ''skivvies' or some misguided people might say 'skimpies'.... just enjoy the moment!


SKIVVIES
1. skivvies : A trademark used for underwear. This trademark often occurs in lowercase in print: “The venerable white-underwear company . . . had dabbled in socks, sweats, and fashion skivvies” (Advertising Age). “About 500 yards away, on three destroyers snubbed up to the dock, men were clambering on the deck in their skivvies” (Smithsonian).

"I've got my skivvies in a bunch."

Tourney Time

Duke is a shadow of its normal self, seventh-best team in the ACC. Yet I still chuckle when following how their thuggish exploits and dirty play gets national media attention. (See the funny "Love is a Devil" on Page 2 today.)

Kentucky is more likely to fire its national championship coach at the end of the season than it is to make the Sweet Sixteen. The team is soft and dysfunctional, the fans' expectations are wildly unrealistic, and an #8 or #9 seed is on the horizon. Yet I still get worked up watching them and can rationalize the possibility of an unlikely NCAA tournament run with the best of them.

Unlike in years past there is no clear cut favorite to win the national champion. There are 3-4 teams that are a step above the rest of the field -- UCLA, North Carolina, Ohio State. But certainly no team is invincible -- especially with the one-and-done nature of the NCAA tournament.

My favorite time of year is upon us! It's tourney time!

Bracket contest forthcoming....

Poll

A minor controversy has emerged at the Rutledge household among two loving yet hard-headed parents over the correct word to use when describing what two overjoyed, shrieking boys are wearing when they are stripped down to their diapers for one last romp through the playroom before bedtime.

Are the boys in their skivvies or their skimpies?

Please weigh in to help settle the disagreement before professional help is sought. ;-)

Modern Day Peeping Toms

My friend Chris LeDuc and I frequently exchange emails with each other about CNN.com. Typically the topic is the latest goofy news story highlighted on the website. Instead of reporting meaningful news from around the world, CNN.com all too often fills its homepage with trivial stories. As I post this, "Political debate at nudist colony" and "420-pound mom didn't know she was pregnant" are headlines on their site. And it's not just CNN.com. Pick a news network or a magazine and chances are the topic leans more to Britney Spears or Anna Nicole Smith than to the war in Iraq or things actually newsworthy.

So when I ran across this column in Newsweek from Anna Quindlen, it registered with me as it puts the spotlight on our obsession with gossip culture. I think she hits this one out of the park.

Quindlen: Gossip in the Age of Anna Nicole

Gossip is so hard-wired into humans that someday scientists may isolate the gene. But at least we used to mainly gossip about people we actually knew.

Knowing, of course, is what is supposed to set humans apart from animals. After stalking the bogeyman she and the other kids have created out of imagination and legend, Scout Finch, the little girl in "To Kill a Mockingbird," meets the real Boo Radley. In the flesh he is vulnerable, harmless and human, and Scout leads him back inside, away from punishing public scrutiny. Today, if the occasion arose, Boo would be photographed through his window, the little treasures he gave the Finch children auctioned on eBay, the people on his block interviewed by Nancy Grace and Pat O'Brien. And none of this would seem noteworthy or gratuitous or cruel. After all, we wouldn't even know the guy. We would just think we knew everything about him.

Fish, bees, and neighs...oh my

Amy and I took the boys on a science excursion this past weekend as we ventured to the North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences in Raleigh. It is a great place for kids -- both small and large -- as it has four floors of exhibits that show the diversity of plant and animal life from the coast to the mountains of North Carolina. Of course, the boys were more excited by the sensory stimulation from the fish in the aquariums and the escalators than they were the educational aspect. But hey, they're not even two yet -- that will come. ;-)

It was a fun time and a great way to get out of the house to check out something new.


The boys with Amy before they are granted "the release" to bolt in different directions.



Owen leads Gus into the great unknown.



Gus takes a minute to wonder if bees are really four feet long and capable of carrying him away to their hive. (We hope this doesn't result in counseling in a few years.)



Deer, giraffes, horses -- pretty much anything that stands on four legs -- are "neighs" according to the boys. Here was a stuffed neigh in the mountain part of the exhibit that generated two excited little boys.



Alas, the highlight of the museum was the rides up and down the escalators. Gus was very scared at first, clinging to his dad as we rode up. But he eventually warmed up to them, and both boys were unhappy that the rides couldn't last all day.

Twin tidbits

As we have been a bit slack lately with pictures of the boys, here are a few to show what the boys have been up to lately.


The most popular sight in the neighborhood as it generates excited "tuck!" and "dog!" shrieks. Who said kids were hard to entertain?



Gus's future is so bright he has to wear shades. (He shows a gesture of support to beleagured Kentucky basketball coach Tubby Smith by sporting his UK jacket.)



Owen is all grins when he gets to wear his shades. He prances around proudly, bumping into everything in his way.




The boys pause for a brief pose from their Little Tike table.



Owen is the rare child in that he actually enjoys it when he gets a cold so he can squirt the Little Noses saline solution up his nose. "Uh-oh nose!" is uttered every time he sneezes. Whatever makes them happy! Cheers!

Politico Monday

E.J. Dionne has an excellent op-ed today in the Washington Post about the Scooter Libby case being a microcosm of the smear strategy led by Darth Vader himself, Dick Cheney.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/02/25/AR2007022501256.html

Here's what Rep. Ileana Ros-Lehtinen (R-Fla.) had to say about perjury: "Lying under oath is an ancient crime of great weight because it shields other offenses, because it blocks the light of truth in human affairs. It is a dagger in the heart of our legal system, and indeed in our democracy. It cannot, it should not, it must not be tolerated.''

Ros-Lehtinen made that statement not about Libby, but to justify the impeachment of Bill Clinton back in 1998. I have no idea where she stands on the Plame-Wilson case. But it's certainly amusing that so many who were eager to throw Clinton out of office for perjury and obstruction of justice when he lied about sex are now livid at Fitzgerald for bringing comparable charges in a controversy over the rationale for war. Do they think sex is more important than war?

Uh-Oh

I hear "Uh-oh" quite often around our house as I'm sure many parents do with kids this age. Here's the run down of the "uh-oh"s heard from the boys today.

Owen

• "Uh-oh, nose" heard when he sneezed.
• "Uh-oh" heard at breakfast when a rice crispy stuck to his hand.
• "Uh-oh" heard when a cranberry rolled down his sleeve during lunch.
• "Uh-oh, joos" heard at Target as he chucked his sippy cup across the produce section.
• "Uh-oh, Gush" heard as I unlatched Owen from his highchair and took him upstairs. Owen was concerned about Gus being left in his chair.
• "Uh-oh, car" heard when we got to the top of the steps and Owen realized from favorite car was downstairs.
• "Uh-oh, door" heard several times as he pointed to the broken microwave on their play kitchen. Gus broke it last week.
• "Uh-oh, cow". I can't explain this one. Something happened in Owen's head.
• "Uh-oh, star" heard as Gus showed Derek the stamps he got on his hands at Stretch-n-Grow. Owen's washed off.

Gus

• "Uh-oh, Melmo" heard this morning. This was Gus's way of saying the TV wasn't turned on for him to watch Elmo and Sesame Street.
• "Uh-oh, milk" heard as he poured milk on his plate this morning.
• "Uh-oh" heard when he discovered the applesauce on his dog shirt.
• "Uh-oh, milk" heard as he launched his cup across the kitchen.
• "Uh-oh, Gush" heard as I was changing Owen's diaper. Gus calls Owen "Gush".
• "Uh-oh" heard in Target when Gus noticed the light at the register next to us was turned off.
• "Uh-oh" heard as he flooded our popcorn popper with milk. Milk was oozing from the bottom when I picked it up. Ugh!
• "Uh-oh, shoo" heard tonight as he untied his own shoe.
• "Uh-oh, nose" heard when Derek sneezed.

Vocabulary

Gus shows off some of his chatter skills. Some of his favorites:

"Aye-ee" = the cat's meow
"Gush" = what he calls himself and his brother (both boys think they're Gus)
"oh-wee" = the name we're trying to get him to associate with Owen
"bapul" = apple
"melmo" = Elmo
"Ipoopmama" = self explanatory

Hump Day Roundup

Here are the latest headlines around la casa de Rutledge:

Pacifiers Swiped!
Amy & I made the bold decision last night to take away the boys' pacifiers. Over time we had successfully limited pacifiers to bedtime. Many times those little things worked wonders for us when we needed to calm an unhappy, fussy child. But the boys are creeping up on their second birthday a couple months from now, and we felt it was time to pull the plug so to speak. So how did it go? Gus screamed like a banshee for 39 minutes last night after we put him down; Owen for 34 minutes. Fun times.

Toddler Punch
(Knock on wood) Gus has stopped his awful habit of biting, both his brother and his parents. However when one form of toddler violence leaves our house, another form scoots in the door to take its place. So now we are dealing with hair pulling from Owen and a surprisingly deft right hook and clawing from Gus. We will break them of these habits over time -- Amy and I are going to start with "time out" to get them to realize when their behavior is bad. But it makes for some unpleasant situations in the short term. Like when Amy's friend Julie brought her two little ones, Jack and Emma, over to play with the boys on Tuesday and our boys thought it was a battle royale instead of a play date. And when Gus decided yesterday that it was funny to grab his father's cheeks and dig his fingernails in with both hands. Ah, parenthood -- you clear one hurdle and two more appear. (Do we get any sympathy?) :-)

The Purple One
Amy queued up the halftime show from the Super Bowl yesterday while she was home with the boys. Gus took great interest in Prince's performance of "Let's Go Crazy," bouncing and dancing and shouting out "Go, go, go!" We have a little performer on our hands. Amy & I will have to get video and post it here if we can get him to do it again. Not that we'd use this to embarass him when he's a teenager or anything. He's not going to let the elevator break him down.

Hoops Heaven
As I've mentioned before one of my favorite things about the Triangle is the way college basketball is engrained into the culture here. With NC State, UNC, and Duke all right here it makes for some great drama between fans and some great matchups for a hoops junkie such as myself. As this past weekend saw both Duke and UNC suffer a rare loss -- the Heels to their archrival NC State no less -- the stage is set for tonight's raucous UNC/Duke game with both teams trying to avoid losing streaks. The rivalry between these two schools is like nothing I've ever seen. The students at Duke, albeit misguided their cheers scripted, take this game so seriously that they camp out in Krzyzewskiville, a tent city on campus where students live for weeks in advance of the game. The atmosphere in Cameron Indoor Stadium will be electric. From the Heels standpoint UNC fans despise Duke with sheer enmity, claiming Dookies to be elitist, self-centered carpetbaggers and their coach "rat-faced." Just check out some of the comments over on the UNC message board on the "You know you're a dook fan if...." thread -- tremendously funny stuff. So tonight I'm guaranteed to be parked in my chair watching the first installment of this season's rivalry with a big grin on my face -- I can't wait.

Cheers!

Update: To help Duke avoid a three-game losing streak tonight, the ACC will award them four points for each made basket instead of two. (Hat tip to LeDuc for this gem)

Astronauts in Diapers

This is certainly one of the more odd stories in the news today. An astronaut based in Texas drove across country -- wearing diapers so she could save time -- to confront another astronaut in Florida about her relationship with a third astronaut.

Makes you wonder what the heck goes on up there at the space station. ;-)

Nowak, a married mother of three and mission specialist on the space shuttle Discovery flight last summer, wore diapers so she did not have to stop for bathroom breaks during the 11-hour drive from Houston. In Florida, she donned a wig and trench coat as a disguise while she waited for Shipman to arrive on a flight at the Orlando International Airport. Shipman is stationed at Patrick Air Force Base near the Kennedy Space Center, and was returning from a trip to Houston, the Orlando Sentinel newspaper reported.

According to an affidavit filed by Orlando Police Det. William C. Becton, Nowak, in disguise, followed Shipman to her car in an airport parking lot, and began banging on the window asking first for a ride and then to use her cellphone. Shipman refused,
but when she rolled down her car window slightly to talk, Nowak sprayed her in the face with pepper spray.

Shipman called police, who spotted Nowak near a trash can in the parking lot, disposing of the trench coat, wig, pepper spray canister, a BB gun, a new steel mallet, a new folding knife, several feet of rubber tubing, and several large garbage bags.

Fin de semana

Thankfully the end of the week is here. It has been a long one for crew. The boys have been teetering on the brink of colds again which means awaking in the night frequently for Triaminic & saline solution. Luckily for all of us it has just been coughing and runny noses so far and no fevers like the three-week miserable stretch around the holidays. As demands at work kicked in for me this week and as Amy juggled meager napping boys, we are very glad the weekend is here to provide a break.

When we need a helping hand to wear out boys, thank goodness for a tremendous rope-chewing dog. Check out Owen getting a mouthful of fur. :-)

Cheers!

BTW, good thoughts and prayers for my grandmother Ernestine recovering in the hospital after suffering a heart attack. You're on our minds, Mother.

Go Dog Go

Gus has discovered the Dr. Seuss family of books and his overwhelming favorite is Go, Dog. Go! Yellow dog on a green tree. Red dog on a blue tree. Black dogs, white dogs, black and white dogs.

"Go, go, go!"

Barbaro

When I found out yesterday that Barbaro had been put down, I found myself instantly saddened. It was a sad end to a brutal injury to a true champion. But what I had a hard time understanding was why I felt so sad at the news. The sport of kings, horse racing is actually filled with gruesome examples of these graceful animals being put down after suffering foot injuries. Maybe I had a soft spot from growing up in Kentucky where the Derby and Keeneland are such a part of the culture. Or maybe my admiration stemmed from watching my cousin Spencer train walking horses for so many years. Whatever it was, I had a hard time reading any writer's take on the story yesterday.

Today however I found a great summary -- on an editorial page of all places -- that articulates why so many people were pulling for this horse to survive.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/30/opinion/30tue4.html?ex=1170824400&en=e3d1dc9a3845d7cb&ei=5070

"Why should we feel so much grief at the loss of one horse? After all, this is a world in which horses are sacrificed again and again for the sport of humans. Barbaro was euthanized yesterday, eight months after he shattered his right hind leg at the start of the Preakness Stakes. After an injury like that, most racehorses would have been put down minutes later. But every race is a complex equation — a balance of economics, athleticism, equine grace and conscience. Conscience often comes in last, but not in this case. Barbaro’s owners gave that horse exactly what he had given them, which is everything. It was the very least they could do, and yet it seemed truly exceptional in a sport that is as often barbarous as it is beautiful.

Barbaro was exceptional because he won the Kentucky Derby and looked as if he might have a chance at the Triple Crown. But nearly everyone who met him also talked of the life he displayed, a vivid presence that was so much more visible to us because it happened to belong to a winner.

Humans are not especially good at noticing horses, but Barbaro was easy to notice. And if his life caused us to pay attention to the possibilities of all horses, his death should cause us to pay attention to the tragedy inherent in the end of so many horses. Barbaro’s death was tragic not because it was measured against the races he might have won or even against the effort to save his life. It was tragic because of what every horse is.

You would have to look a long, long time to find a dishonest or cruel horse. And the odds are that if you did find one, it was made cruel or dishonest by the company it kept with humans. It is no exaggeration to say that nearly every horse — Barbaro included — is pure of heart. Some are faster, some slower. Some wind up in the winner’s circle. But they should all evoke in us the generosity of conscience — a human quality, after all — that was expended in the effort to save this one horse."

Thirty Love

Anyone who has stopped by the Rutledge house over the past week or called to talk to us may have heard a South African's voice resonating throughout the house in the background. That's because Cliff Drysdale is the most popular man in our house these days. Some of you may not know this, but Amy is an avid tennis junkie especially when the major tournaments roll around. For the past week the Australian Open has dominated the television at our house. The DVR is filled with four-hour blocks of tennis recordings. Law & Order has been officially booted from the programming schedule. My pleas for an occasional break to enjoy the utter brilliance of Jack McCoy breaking down a defendant on the witness stand fall on deaf ears. Instead I go to bed with the sound of Drysdale calling a match that won't end until 3:00 in the morning. When I wake up, Amy is out in the living room searching through the late-night recordings to queue up for the day. Instead of breakfast at Wimbledon, we have breakfast with Cliff at the Rutledge house.

I try to convince Amy that Australia is actually a far-off land that is three weeks ahead of us and that all these matches have already taken place. "Roger Federer wins," I promise her. But she isn't buying it.

"Keep it down, honey. I can't hear Cliff."

The fortnight is over come Sunday at which time this smooth South African will leave our house....until May when the French Open rolls around.

Weekly Reader

Back in elementary school we used to get a weekly publication called the Weekly Reader that highlighted current events for young readers. I'm not sure if that still exists anymore in today's highly connected world, but it was a good forum to introduce young people to the things going on in the broader world. So in honor of the Weekly Reader, here are some stories that have caught my eye recently in current events.

Newsweek's cover story this week focuses on the abduction of the two boys in Missouri by a man who worked in a pizza parlor. The one child had lived with his abductor for four years, had a cell phone, access to the internet, and had even come in contact with police about riding his bike. Yet he never contacted his family or revealed that he had been kidnapped. Obviously the hope here is that the abductor is locked away and the key melted. Interesting read into the situation.

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Cincinnati Enquirer columnist Paul Daugherty, one of the better sports writers around, has a different take on the latest Cincinnati Bengal to get arrested. This guy is the -- ahem -- ninth (!!) player on the team to be arrested in the past year, this time for marijuana possession. Daugherty tells fans to get off their high horses regarding their indignation:

We give these people all this money. We tell them how great they are. We tell them to go out for three hours a week and commit pointed acts of sanctioned violence. Then we expect them to act like accountants (or sports writers) when they're done. Right.

Is Joseph at fault? If he's guilty, of course he is. Is it worth getting bent about? Only if you like getting bent. Is it Lewis' fault? Of course not. Is it his problem? Definitely.

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On the political front, there was a story in a conservative online magazine last week that Barack Obama attended a madrassah (a fundamentalist Muslim school) in Indonesia when he was growing up. The magazine then reported that the Hillary Clinton camp was the source for the story, effectively smearing two Democratic presidential front-runners with one unsubstantiated story. Fox News (aka Faux News) then picked up the story and reported it this week. The story had a deja vu quality to it, taking us back to the Swift Boat days of the last presidential campaign. At least responsible media outlets quickly debunked the claims this time around rather than letting the lies spread -- Washington Post and CNN.

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Finally, The Onion still hits it out of the park on the humor front:
Area Family's Trip to New Hampshire Sparks Rumor of Presidential Bid (hat tip to Mr. LeDuc)
Amazon.com Recommendations Understand Area Woman Better Than Husband
J.K. Rowling Ends Harry Potter Series After Discovering Boys

"I know many of you are upset by this news. But Ms. Rowling was tired of devoting herself to something that no longer held her interest—namely, writing books about wizards, flying broomsticks, and candy that jumps. She's a lot older than she was when she wrote the first book. She'd much rather be going to the mall, looking for cute outfits, and talking to the boy with the curly red hair who works at the Hot Sam pretzel shop."

Cheers!

New Words

As I mentioned Friday, Gus is expanding his vocabulary at a steady rate. Our hope is that this helps him communicate to us what he wants rather than getting frustrated and throwing so many temper tantrums. His latest addition to his collection of words is "poop," which he proudly proclaims whenever he does just that. Unfortunately for us, Gus's recent stomach troubles have given him many opportunities over the past four days to use his new word.

On Friday night Amy & I decided we wanted to get out of the house and break up the routine so we went to Los Tres Magueyes, our favorite Mexican restaurant. There was a decent wait as it was Friday night so we did our best to entertain two boys who did not want to be held and were fascinated by all the commotion. After finally getting seated at a table with two high chairs, Amy & I promptly ordered food & beverage without looking at the menu and began the unpacking ritual that is dinner for twin boys at a restaurant. We pulled out crackers, milk, ham, oranges, Nutri-Grain bars for the boys -- anything to keep them happy so we could enjoy a dinner out. As soon as we exhaled, Gus's hand slid to his back where he began tugging on his jeans.

"Poop! Poop!" he proudly boasted to his delight.

Amy and I looked at each other and just sighed. We attempted rock, paper, scissors to determine who was going to get this lovely clean-up exercise, but we couldn't decide if the rules called for the game to begin on three (one, two, then rock/paper/scissors) or one-two-three then the rock, paper, or scissors. Luckily for me, Amy took pity on her husband and scooped Gus up to take him away. About two minutes later though she came back to the table and mumbled a disappointed request for the keys to the van.

"It's one of those," she said. "This is going to be easier to change him in the van."

And that was pretty much the harbinger for our weekend. Little Gus was just a bear with his stomach troubles which we think are the remnants of ten days of antibiotics. All the bacteria in his stomach were wiped out by the medicine. We have been shoving yogurt in him as fast as we can to build the baterial back up. So he had his moments where his tantrums persisted, smacking his head onto the floor, into the wall, or on his crib out of frustration.

On the other hand we did get a break on Sunday when the boys each took their first solid naps since coming back from Kentucky which allowed Amy and me to each get a few minutes to catch our breath. Amy watched some of the Australian Open, and I caught a good chunk of the two football games. Owen spent most of his weekend climbing over toys and onto furniture, falling with frequent thuds only to dust himself off and begin again, and playing endless rounds of tug-o-war with the dog. Now if we can get Gus over the hump and expand his vocabulary from "poop" (and all the fun that comes with each of those proclamations), we'll be in good shape.

Ah, parenthood.

Cheers!

TGIF

Friday is here. No big weekend plans at la casa de Rutledge. We're supposed to get some winter weather here -- finally! We got a really light dusting of snow yesterday. Amy took the boys outside to get their first feel of the white stuff. Owen touched it, realized it was really cold, and didn't want any part of it. Gus bent down, grabbed the snow, realized it was cold, and kept going back for more.

Gus has really been expanding his talking which relieves Amy and me. We think that's why he has some of his infamous temper tantrums since he hasn't been able to express himself through words. He's added "cracker," "milk," and "juice" to his repertoire in addition to the "ma-ma," "da-da," and host of animal sounds. Here's hoping G-diddy has turned the corner and will start communicating more and getting frustrated less.

Kentucky has an interesting challenge Saturday against Vanderbilt. Vandy runs a perimeter focused offense that features four guys who can shoot the three. The Dores hit 15 threes (!) against Alabama on Wednesday in an upset win. They also own a win against a good Tennessee team. Vandy doesn't have the inside guy to counter Randolph Morris so expect a big game from him. I am really starting to dig this year's Kentucky team. Tubby has kids who listen to him and have bought into his system -- they are playing typical Tubby-ferocious defense. If the D can contain Vandy's outside shooters, I look for a good win especially since it is at Rupp. Tipoff at 3:00.

Sunday could bring us some more wintry mix -- snow turning to freezing rain. The grocery stores will be out of bread and milk by noon Saturday. Two big football games to watch Sunday afternoon. I can't wait to watch that matchup between Indianapolis and New England. This will be a big test for Peyton to finally win the big one.

Have a great weekend everybody. Cheers!

IE7

I upgraded to Internet Explorer 7 yesterday from the Microsoft Windows Update page. As a semi-professional -- albeit unpaid ;-) -- web surfer I've grown to be pretty picky about my internet preferences. The jury will be out over the next few days on the new version, but I have to say my early impression is a positive one.

Microsoft has done a really nice job of adding tabs within the browser window itself which allows you to toggle between webpages easily. The new Internet Explorer allows you to pick your default search engine (Google, Yahoo!, Microsoft) and puts a search window in the top right hand corner for anytime searching. Also, there is a view called "Quick Tabs" that condenses all your open windows on one page. The view is handy and it also visibly shows you that you may have an attention deficit disorder problem by having tons of webpages open at once. ;-)

My main dislike of the new version is that they have removed the favorite links view from visibly showing up in your browser. So it is no longer possible to bookmark a favorite webpage in the Links section where you can just click on it directly in your browser window. The Links view is still there, but to get to them you have to click on a "Favorites Center" star icon that they have devised. It's a minor thing, but it's one extra step.

All in all this version is supposed to resolve a lot of the security issues with prior versions. So far the changes seem favorable. Happy surfing!

QuickTabs view

The Office

For those of you who are The Office fans, you have no doubt enjoyed the tremendous run the show has been on from the Christmas episode up through January. Tonight marks the return of Oscar, who received an extended paid vacation leave because Michael outed him to the entire office.

I think tonight will mark the beginning of the end of Andy. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Angela will take him out for her beloved Dwight Schrute.

Dunder Mifflin fans enjoy!



An oldie but a goodie:

Homecoming

Well, the wife and kids return today. Ten days of living solo concludes for me. A honey-do list that didn't remotely come close to being completed goes back in the drawer. Whole milk and vegetables push the beer back out to the garage fridge. Yes, Amy and the boys return from visiting family in Kentucky today. And I find myself nearly giddy to pick them up at the airport.

For me personally there were some enjoyable things about spending some time alone -- a sense of independence, some quiet time to read a book, no messy diapers, being able to watch four Law & Order re-runs back-to-back (Amy sometimes thinks she battles Jack McCoy for my attention.) ;-) I got to drive down to Charleston to see young Corinne in her first days on the planet. I got to have a poker night at the house on Friday night, playing cards and laughing with buddies until 2:30 in the morning. I consider myself an independent person, and that part of me thrived in the past ten days.

Yet despite those instances I realize that I miss so many of the everyday things that dominate our life as a family. I can't wait to hear the different ways that each of the boys says "Da-da" -- Owen with a sweet, innocent inflection; Gus with a smirking pizazz to it. I look forward to playing in the playroom with puzzles, plastic tools, and blocks. I am excited about giving baths with the Elmo pirate ship and reading bedtime stories. I don't even think I'll mind washing a dozen sippy cups a day or changing the diaper that eclipses safe levels of toxicity -- at least not for the next week. ;-) And of course I miss the glue that holds us all together -- Amy B.

I know the family in Paducah made the most of Amy's trip to see her and the boys. I think Amy looked to this as her vacation and welcomed all the helping hands. I look forward to hearing all about it -- over the clanging of pots and pans and the rumbles of push toys scooting across the floor!

Iraq and Vietnam

Tremendous read in the Washington Post today about the parallels between Iraq and Vietnam. I think it is sobering that we didn't learn this lesson from our history.

What's the lesson to be learned? Modesty. Before initiating a war of choice -- and Vietnam and Iraq both qualify -- define the goal with honesty and precision, then analyze what means will be needed to achieve it. Be certain you really understand the society you propose to transform. And never gamble that the political solution to such an adventure will somehow materialize after the military operation has begun. Without a plausible political plan and strong local support at the outset, military operations alone are unlikely to produce success.

"Trapped by Hubris, Again"

Low Country Lady

This weekend I got the pleasure of meeting Jane Corinne Crumpton as I made a solo trip down to Charleston to get an up-close view of Roman & Melanie's new addition. With Amy and the boys in Kentucky visiting family, I made the drive down with Tucker (T-Cuz) as my co-pilot. It was a short overnight visit but very much worth it to see my new niece and spend a little time with the new proud parents. They are doing great, easing into parenthood during the honeymoon period, and soaking up every minute with Corinne.


Proud Mama & Corinne


The Crumpton Family -- Roman, Melanie, and (aaaargh!) Pirate Corinne

Clown College

YouTube is a fantastic thing. From one of my favorite Simpsons episodes ever....

New Arrival

Congratulations to Melanie & Roman on the birth of their first child with the arrival of Jane Corinne Crumpton into the world early Tuesday morning. Baby C emerged a seven-pounder with a headful of hair and a hungry appetite. GJ and Pappy hightailed it to Charleston and got there minutes before the birth. Everyone is doing great.

Cheers to the Charleston crew! Welcome Baby Corinne and Roman and Mel to the world of blogging!

http://corinnescorral.blogspot.com

Dukie Blues

Living in the Triangle it is always fun watching the Duke men's basketball fall in front of the Cameron Crazies. It is especially fun when an opponent leaps completely over a Duke defender to stun the crowd. I like how ESPN freezes the image. ;-)

This kid from Virginia Tech should frame this picture and send it to Greg Paulus each year for Christmas for the next 50 years. Enjoy!

Puzzles vs. Mysteries

Here is a link to one of the most thought-provoking things I have read in a good while. Via a tip from of all places ESPN.com's Bill Simmons (The Sports Guy), it is an article in the New Yorker focusing on the difference between a puzzle and a mystery.

In short, a puzzle is something with a clearly defined answer where the more information is gathered the closer we get to the solution to the problem. A mystery on the other hand is something where there is not a shortage of information. Instead there is often overwhelming information that requires us to sort through it all and make judgments on what information is important and what is irrelevant to arrive at the answer, if there is a logical answer.

The article by Malcolm Gladwell uses a host of real-world scenarios to illustrate the point, mainly focusing on the collapse of Enron as his main example of a mystery. Along the way he also throws in the question of Osama bin Laden's location (puzzle), what post-invasion Iraq would have looked like before we invaded (mystery), and the effort to decipher German secret weapons in WWII (mystery).

The net of it all -- as I took from it anyway -- is that for the foreign policy challenges we face today we have to change our mode of thinking to cope with the complexities of mysteries rather than the pieces of puzzles. It's a long read that takes some effort, but I found it fascinating.

Cheers!

On Enron & the Sarbanes-Oxley-type reaction implemented for financial disclosures:
[A]ll Enron proves is that in an age of increasing financial complexity the "disclosure paradigm"—the idea that the more a company tells us about its business, the better off we are—has become an anachronism.

On the American intelligence efforts trying to assess the threat level in German WWII propaganda:
The spies were fighting a nineteenth-century war. The analysts belonged to our age, and the lesson of their triumph is that the complex, uncertain issues that the modern world throws at us require the mystery paradigm.

On Woodward & Bernstein solving Watergate vs. trying to detect the Enron collapse:
[C]overups, whistle-blowers, secret tapes, and exposés—the principal elements of the puzzle—all require the application of energy and persistence, which are the virtues of youth. Mysteries demand experience and insight. Woodward and Bernstein would never have broken the Enron story.

"Open Secrets: Enron, intelligence, and the perils of too much information"

Cinderella's Fiesta Slipper

In one of the greatest football bowl games ever played, here is a fantastic ten minute summary of Boise State's upset win over Oklahoma in the Fiesta Bowl. The hook and ladder and the Statue of Liberty in the same game. Incredible!

Cheers!

Bowling in Music City

Last week I headed over to Nashville to see Kentucky win its first bowl game in 22 years against Clemson in the Music City Bowl. Amy graciously agreed to give me a guilt-free pass for a couple of days despite the fact that I was leaving her alone to take care of Owen & Gus, both of whom were saddled with awful colds & fevers. So I made the most and the best of it.

The 1,070 mile trek was an eight-hour drive each way. The trip included a weird experience around Knoxville, where I noticed several police cars speeding in my direction on my side of the interstate in the emergency lane. Once I saw them I looked in my rearview mirror and noticed a vehicle heading the wrong way up an exit ramp behind me. All of this happened very fast, and searching the Knoxville newspaper today I learned that this was the police chasing two bank robbers fleeing on a high-speed chase around the time I was driving that leg of the trip. Here are the two winners that were ultimately apprehended.

In Nashville I met up with Jeff Mills, my friend from UK undergrad days and his band of merry pharmacists from Louisville. One of them asked me, "Didn't you get bored and dread driving that long by yourself?" I thought about it for a moment and responded that not once did I dread the solitary drive. Personally it was therapeutic to have a little time to myself.

The highlight of the trip of course was the bowl game itself. LP Field in Nashville had a record crowd of 68,000+ fans, and at least 75% of those were Kentucky fans. It was a sea of blue. The Cats dominated the second half of the game leading 28-6 before Clemson added two late fourth-quarter touchdowns to make it 28-20. After the game, the pedestrian bridge over the Cumberland River was a massive celebration of Kentucky fans. I mentioned to a couple of subdued Clemson fans to just give Kentucky fans their moment. Given that it was 1984 since Kentucky's last bowl win, UK fans didn't get to celebrate the successes of their football team very often.

After the game our crew descended on B.B. King's restaurant downtown where we proceeded to soak up the victory with many other UK revelers with a local blues band serenading the crowd in the background. Chants of "C-A-T-S, Cats, Cats, Cats!" spontaneously erupted for hours. Shortly after the party continued to local karaoke bars, I called it a night and returned to the hotel, having thoroughly enjoyed the Big Blue experience and at the same time eager to return to the comforts of home & family. The trip was everything I wanted it to be -- a chance to unwind with a long peaceful drive, see the Cats end their losing ways in football, and hang out with old friends. Perhaps next year will bring a New Year's Day road trip for the entire family.

Cheers!

The Big Blue crew readies itself for Kentucky's first bowl win in 22 years. It's not every day that you get to live the High Life at 9 a.m.



Mr. Mills and Mr. Rutledge waking up for the big game.




Derek in Music City.




A sea of blue at LP Field in Nashville.




The scoreboard doesn't lie. Kentucky's first bowl win since 1984 caught on camera.

Derek in Music City celebrating after the huge win phoning in to anyone who will listen.