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Jacob Metcalf

It's been a long time since I heard a song that I loved the first time I heard it. Well, until 3 minutes ago it had been a long time.

Then I stumbled onto jacobmetcalf.com . Jacob lived down the hall from me when I was a freshman at Harding, and we'd talk every week or two. I always admired the way he always had a happy, yet calm outlook on all the happenings in our lives. I don't know what you call it, but he always came up with just the right way to look at things.

I'd tease him about his sister. We would sit and ponder our futures. I'd tease him about his sister some more. He always insisted she wasn't interested in me, but I knew he was really just trying to trick me. He'd walk the halls and serenade anyone who would listen....and some folks who wouldn't.

Click "Tunespeak" and check out "Bend." I don't know what genre you're supposed to call this stuff. Maybe just, "good." And it's coming from that guy from down the hall who had a hot sister (who was a nice girl).

You're missing out if you don't check out his stuff. Jacob, I give it a 10, just like your sister.

 

posted by Josh M on 12:36 AM

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Fort Moultrie

Sam, Mandi, Amber, and I went to Fort Moultrie the other day. We saw some stuff, and we did some things, and it was fun.

We were so glad to see them. I haven't heard anything from either since they left, but I hope they made it home safe last night.

 

posted by Josh M on 3:21 PM

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The Roundup

This post should have been divided and written in daily installments. Instead, here's the lowdown.

Amber and I are beginning our sixth month of marriage. I like to tease her by saying that nobody else could possibly make six months feel more like six years.

We've been a busy pair of bees these past few months. She balances teaching bratty runts, while I play at school with teeth and (mostly) nice people.

Papa and Mimi flew in and spent the weekend before Thanksgiving with us. We mostly poked around downtown. Mimi marveled at the flowers in planters on Rainbow Row. Papa seemed impressed with the architecture. He even went into an art gallery. I regret not taking them to one of the plantations for a look-see. Maybe we can talk them into flying to Savannah some day for a tour down there. I like the turret porches and Queen Anne style better than the Charleston style anyhow. Thanks for coming, ya'll.



Then we were off to Nashvegas for some fun times with the inlaws, good food, football, mongolian barbecue, and an introduction to the "grandpuppy." Amber's only response to such a brash (but creative) message was to a remark about how we hope that the grandpuppy holds them over. Otherwise, we might need to borrow a neice for a day or two. There aren't really any other solutions that I can imagine. It looks like a cross between a Mogwai (remember Gremlins?) and a gerbil anyhow.


Amber's birthday was the 27th. I went back to East Bay street and "acquired" some of those flowers that impressed Mimi.

This is finals week. Two down, two to go. I'm looking forward to Christmas break.

I'll probably head to North Augusta on Sunday and hang out with Mom, Dad, and the kiddos until Amber begins Christmas break on th 18th. Maybe we'll get to see Jaime and the melanin challenged kiddos as well.

Then we're off to Texas for some time with my end of the family. That's all I got to say about that.

 

posted by Josh M on 11:51 PM

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Tetris

If it makes me laugh out loud, then it's worth passing on.

By the way, this would be an amazing camp game.

Human tetris courtesy of BigSam82

 

posted by Josh M on 12:12 AM

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Dumb emails

I absolutely hate dumb emails. I get them from time to time from a variety of sources. Lately I've received a series of especially annoying messages from one of the 2nd years who is in charge of planning the dental school Christmas party. Amber and I won't be going. In fact, I don't know anybody who is because they're having it 3 days after exams are over.

I present to you the most annoying email of all time.

tomorrow is the (as flanders would say) ab-so-toodle-lee-doodle-lee LAST day to buy "tickets" for the lame-named, though politically correct "snow ball".

that means you can't buy them at the door. that means you can't buy them the week of. that means if you don't buy them tomorrow, SEE ya. more rosemary & sea salt rubbed lamb and godiva chocolate fondue for the rest of us.

they are 20 bucks.

you can catch anna louise, ryan, or me at lunch or you can try to contact us to meet up.

-challah at a playa when you see me in the streets.

 

posted by Josh M on 11:49 PM

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Changes

I suppose it's time I announce a few changes to my little corner of the internet. I've hired a co-thinker to add to the confusion here at FR. And by hired, I mean that I sent Amber an Email invite. My little corner will now be our little corner.

I hope she takes the time to share some of her thoughts.

 

posted by Josh M on 12:11 PM

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Happy Birthday to Amber

Last year, I wasn't too smooth with Amber's birthday. Looking back as I can now, I like to think I was smart enough to leave room for improvement. Another year has come and passed, and once again, I did better, but there's still room for improvement.
This time she gets flowers:

 

posted by Josh M on 3:21 PM

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Burning Water

Contrary to popular belief that grease fires are the only way to make water burn, some goober accidentally discovered that salt water will burn when you send a few radio waves through it.

Now that's cool. It definitely makes this blog.

 

posted by Josh M on 11:41 PM

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Rec League Soccer

If at first you don't succeed
,
,
Try,
Try,
Try ,
Try
again.

Philip, Paul, and I could all try to keep up with the other kids. We did ok. Diana wasn't interested in anything related to competition.

And then there's Austin.

We went to Austin's rec league soccer game a few weeks ago. He's faster than all the other 5 year olds, and he isn't shy about it. Each Saturday morning Austin makes a few predictions about how many goals he'll score that day. Nobody is supposed to keep score, but if nobody keeps count, then the event is only 15 kids chasing a ball around the field. Austin keeps score, therefore he plays soccer. And he has a nasty habit of taunting the slower, less talented and less pigmented children.

Dad, who has waited patiently year after year may finally have the athletic kid he always dreamed about. Now, while he sits on the sidelines, Dad can trash talk all the other parents who are 20 years younger.





 

posted by Josh M on 11:45 AM

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Harding Days

Why come up with something original when you can piggyback on somebody else's work?

I saw Logan S at church Sunday morning. It was good to see him and to talk and hear that some things just don't seem to change all that much.

Harding University is a special place with some peculiar traditions and its own vocabulary. I thought I'd check YouTube to see what kind of trouble those kids are up to.

This one smells like a Student Impact compilation.

 

posted by Josh M on 11:13 PM

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I think

I think this is quite possibly the weirdest commercial I have ever witnessed.

 

posted by Josh M on 2:12 PM

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What I think

I had an interesting conversation with a friend at school the other day. "Let's be honest" she said, "What I want most is a husband and kids." I was taken back a little, because that's not the typical dream for most of the girls in graduate level education--at least, it's not the kind of thing that they are willing to admit. Her blunt response wasn't awkward though. I appreciated it.

Figuring out what I want is hard enough. Translating it into words and sharing it with somebody else. Well, that's a whole new ball game.

Quite frankly, I don't like telling people what I actually think. For example, it's a constant challenge for me to tell my bride that I love her. I do. Madly, wildly, uncontrollably. But telling her remains a daily challenge.

I'm quite happy to share some version of my thoughts(i.e. it's easy to tell her she's beautiful), but I almost never convey my actual feelings(I need her). I hold back. Resist. Refrain--especially when it's written, which is why I appreciate, and even envy, those who are able to thoughtfully convey their innermost desires. Exposed and easy prey, they articulate their actual feelings for the world to consider, to judge, to mock, and occasionally, to adore.

When we speak of past failures, it is easy to gloss over the low times. People who are failing don't usually come out and admit it; nor do they wear a stamp on their foreheads. They deny what is real and choose to view a miserable time or a big mistake as a something smaller, more manageable, and less consequential. My alcoholic friend "just does it because he likes it." And the cheater friend. Well, it was justified because you "needed more."

Physical pain is easy to acknowledge. Emotional pain is easy to hide. What I want is easy to feel, but it is hard to say. What I do is easy to share, but my hearts desires are hard to expose. Here's a toast to honesty, especially honesty in failure, which should not be mistaken for complaining. That's another animal altogether.


We are a planet of fake Supermans, running around in red capes and imagining that we can use our x-ray vision to get richer, smarter, and happier.

I want to thank you.... for being human. Special props go to you who have eloquently shared what you actually think.

Thanks friend from the other day. Your candor made my day. Maybe even my week. No matter how hard you try, it really isn't enough.

And other friend from the other other day, you don't have to be cheery and fun. You're sad, and you should be. You needn't wear a mask. This isn't a show. Our life is not a masquerade. Thanks for being sad when you needed to be sad. You remind me that it's ok to hurt, and it's ok to not be ok.

So not everybody in high school liked you, and you were rejected. I know it hurt. Thanks for saying what you really thought.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll be able to write on my own thoughts and my own failure. But you can be my superhero today.

 

posted by Josh M on 12:47 AM

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The Charleston Peninsula, part 2

A few weeks ago, I posted a picture of the East side of the Charleston peninsula.

Today, I present the West side of the Charleston peninsula.

 

posted by Josh M on 5:47 PM

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Too good to be true

Don't believe most of what you hear, half of what you read, and some of what you see.

I almost never forward emails, and I never forward forwarded emails because some things just sound a little too good to be true.

Much like the "Support our Praying President" emails that I received before he was exposed as a Christian fraud, the deer fish email that I received and published on my blog was a partial fake. Never trust a President's PR photographers, and never, never trust an email that says "fwd" on it. I'd like to apologize to anyone who may have lost bet money or the respect of his friends for believing anything that I published.

The deer wasn't caught in Charleston. She was in the Chesapeake Bay.

Oh, and I think I'm voting libertarian.

 

posted by Josh M on 5:16 PM

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It's too cold to blog


Summer came to an abrupt halt today, and it's too cold to blog.

Instead, I'll attach a picture of the Cold War Submarine memorial.

 

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Deerfish

I received these pictures from a friend of a friend with the title:

"Caught 1 1/2 miles offshore Charleston, SC on Tuesday Oct 23"

I wonder, do you need a hunting permit or a fishing permit to catch a deer in the ocean? And what kind of bait would you use?

Way to go USMC guy.




 

posted by Josh M on 12:11 PM

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For my brother

Hotmail and CBS Sportsline without the skanky ads:

Here are the links to the must-have software for your computer.

1. Download Firefox

2. Get the AdBlock Plus add-on

3. Also get the Filterset.G Updater for AdBlock.

It's simple and free. And it's a little faster than Internet Explorer anyhow.

 

posted by Josh M on 11:34 AM

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Public good or private right?

For the good of the people, or private right to condos?
More here.

 

posted by Josh M on 9:03 PM

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another lame post

It's not nice to rip off other people. But "Be original" is a waste of time, and it's too difficult.

Maybe it's foolish for this Gamecock fan to mock overrated teams , but my hatred for ND might have to trump good sense. Here's to hoping that the 'cocks don't manage to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

 

posted by Josh M on 9:21 PM

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Another Panoramic

I can't explain why, but I'm kinda hooked on these panoramic shots. These two are of Charleston City Marina.

Enjoy.

The Megadock
A 360 from another random dock.

 

posted by Josh M on 8:39 PM

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For the Love of Football

Just below the flyer seeking students to submit their bodies for research studies at MUSC and beside the intramural sports poster, I saw this:


"Discover why American football is so popular in the United States. Local legendary football stars will give insight on the exciting ins and outs of football."

Yes, a poster from the international student association for a meeting to help foreign guests appreciate our obsession for the football that uses feet very little.

I'm not sure how I would describe why I love football. It's a silly sport played by big dudes who frequently struggle to get better than 800s on their SAT's. But I'm hooked--even though my Gamecocks always disappoint, I treat the opening weekend of college football with more respect than Columbus Day, Labor Day, and President's Day combined.

I hope that the local legendary football stars manage to find the words to adequately describe a national obsession with big sweaty guys jumping on top of each other. More importantly, I hope that they find better words than "a bunch of big sweaty guys jumping on top of each other."

 

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Georgetown, SC

The waterfront at Georgetown, SC

 

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Editorials for the people who can't think...

My favorite pep talk of all time. This one ranks just above Mel Gibson's "Freedom" speech just before a bunch of smelly dudes mooned the opposing army.

How did Lou do that?






But there's still no way that Florida is going to beat LSU in the Valley this weekend. But don't worry, Florida fans. Happiness is nothing more than having a poor memory.

By the way. How do you like 'dem Gamecocks? That was one the most entertaining Thursday night games I ever saw. How'd they do that? I'll tell you: perfectly.

 

posted by Josh M on 4:39 PM

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The Charleston Peninsula

The Eastern Shore of the Charleston Peninsula

I made this panoramic a few weeks ago with five pictures taken from the walkway on the Ravenel bridge on a hazy day.

Hope you enjoy.

 

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A special gift

Somebody signed me up for some samples that arrived in a package labeled "The FREE Sample you requested from walmart.com is here!" I was pretty excited because I didn't actually remember asking for any free stuff.

Amber found the package and insisted on opening it herself. I was excited to get something for free, and she was curious to know what I had ordered myself.

After opening the package, she had that "we need to talk" look on her face.

I'm not really sure how you're supposed to explain to your wife, should the day ever come, that Serenity Male Guards are the new necessity from Wal-Mart, but that wasn't the case today. So um.. thanks for that stimulating conversation with my bride.

I wasn't too sure what to do with this generous gift at first, but I've put my mind to the task. These things must be useful for something. Maybe so, but aside from
1. being able to drive extra-long hours should I desire to kill an astronaut in Houston, or
2. the possibility that I might develop menstrual issues, or
3. fitting in with the "under 3" crowd at church;
I can't think of any use for these things.

Thanks again. Really... from the bottom of my heart. And if you should ever need some special absorbent pads "anatomically designed for men," give me a shout. I'll keep 'em in the glove box.

 

posted by Josh M on 4:07 PM

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I think I'll call her

Dear Paul,

I want to thank you for introducing me to Delilah. No, not the song. She's better than a song. You introduced us in Mom and Dad's front yard, and your Delilah and I have had the most wonderful time together. Oh how times have changed.

You should know better than to run off without your little friend. Surely you knew that sooner or later, she'd start going places without you. A little trip to the grocery store here. Another ride out to the ball game there. It's amazing how quickly those little times spent together can foster such a beautiful relationship.

You should know better than to try to wage a long distance relationship from a small South Pacific Island. And you should certainly know better than to find a temporary replacement for your one and only. I'm sure you've realized by now that temporary replacements don't work so well, and the two of you out there have endured a rocky relationship. I hear that your new little plaything gets a little stubborn sometimes, doesn't she?

I came across Delilah a few weeks ago, and I couldn't resist her. I drove her home to Charleston from our hometown, and she came back topless--all the way back to my place. Boy was that a sight to see. And as we drove along, wind in my hair passing mile after mile, I realized why her name was Delilah.

I call her Delilah because she always tempts me, and we always get off the highway in search of more exciting places for our fun, just like the biblical Delilah temped Samson off his proper path.

And, just like the Delilah who cut Samsons hair led him astray, Delilah tempted me, and our brief trip back to Charleston turned into a little escapade off the highway. I won't go into details, but let's just say that those shocks were rockin' somewhere off down a gravel road.

I know you miss her, but I couldn't resist this little tease. I'll try to take care of her until you come back to claim her as your own again.




P.S. Don't call my wife fat again, or I will not change the oil until 3,300 miles instead of the proper 3,000.

 

posted by Josh M on 9:42 PM

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Webcam of the week, It's back from the dead

A little more than a year ago, I had a post for the new dental school clinic building construction cam. Well, it took pictures of dirt and stuff for about a year.

Since that time, Mark Sanford vetoed the final $7 million to construct the building. The legislature overrode his veto. And then there were several months of constant pile driving.

And now there's some random holes for a basement.

Enjoy. MUSC Dental Clinic Construction

 

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Who said that?

So was it the Bible, Bin Laden or John Lennon? See the quiz at Murphys in American Samoa

 

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Yosemite

(Part 3 of 3)

Yosemite was pretty cool. I tried to pronounce it "YOSE-MITE" with a nice southern twang any time we were around people. Amber usually turned red from the experience. Whether she was embarrassed or angry, I couldn't say.

We had some bagels and soup-can hot chocolate before heading off to the giant Sequoias at Mariposa Grove.

Then we were off to Glacier Point for a nice overview of the valley. The tiny specs on the top, left of half dome are people. Whoa nelly.

Next we drove to the valley floor and examined waterfalls n' stuff.

We oohed and ahhed over El Capitan, and after some searching, we found some goobers crazy enough to climb that thing. Look closely, they're nearly to the top.

Ok... look a little closer
How easy do I have to make this for you?
The we went hiking to another waterfall. I can't remember the name. Maybe Amber will edit this and correct me. Vernal Falls

The setting sun makes for some really cool effects. The bright granite face of half-dome is brightly lit in contrast to the shady valley floor
And we drove back to our campsite.

And then we went home. Until the next adventure...

 

posted by Josh M on 12:37 PM

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You know what he did?

You probably remember this commercial from a few years ago. And... although this likely won't pass the Mimi test. It made me laugh uncontrollably for a little while. I hope you have a good chuckle too.

 

posted by Josh M on 11:14 PM

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San Fransisco

Friday

We got started on our big day in the big city around 9am. We looked up some google directions to the visitor's center in downtown San Francisco. It was on Market street. Despite what I'm sure were perfectly fine directions, we didn't ever find the visitor center, and instead wandered around some of the hilly streets.

Not really knowing what we were doing, whenever we saw other people standing around taking pictures, we went ahead and took pictures too. At one point, we found ourselves on some narrow, winding, steep brick road. Since other people were taking pictures, I took a few as well. I think it was called Lombard St or something. As it turns out, it's famous. (I ripped the first picture off wikipedia. The second is mine.)

Then we went to the Golden Gate Bridge. It was... well, it was a bridge that somebody painted red. We parked somewhere to the north and walked across. About half-way across, I told Amber that I thought I wanted 3 or 4 kids in a year or two...... And she threatened to jump. Then I decided on getting a dog instead, and she decided not to call whoever talks to you on the other end of the crisis phones.

The bridge didn't strike me as something particularly special in itself, a surprisingly short span, and remarkably flat for a bridge so storied--the Ravenel bridge in Charleston is certainly more of a challenge to traverse on foot. But the view is something to talk about, and it's quite high above the water below.

From there, we paid the $5 toll to re-enter San Francisco and we went to Fisherman's Wharf, but the parking was horrendous, and we had visions of El Capitan dancing in our heads. So we elected to leave the city and make our way towards the main event: Yosemite National Park.

Traffic was horrible. The radio traffic people routinely used terms like "The Tracy Parking Lot" to describe the less than speedy congestion that appeared to be accepted as normal. Places like that help me understand why anti-lock brakes are essential on modern vehicles. Our 4 hour trip turned into a 6 hour trip, but it gave us plenty of time to soak in the scenery. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like that part of Cali had a lot to show. Mostly just dead grass. Another hill, another curve, and another field of dead grass. My impressions of California are now that they basically build cities in the middle of desert, then harp about the necessity of conservation. No wonder they look like tree-hugging hippies to the rest of the US--conservation is a matter of necessity when you build large cities in the desert.

A few undesirable turns and a supply stop at Walmart lengthened our journey, but we finally found the twisties of the mountain roads.

9pm
At last, we arrived at the park and set up camp, warmed some canned soup for dinner, burrowed into our sleeping bags. Lows were in the 30s the first night, and I thought I was going to freeze, despite a sleeping bag and a jacket.

 

posted by Josh M on 10:49 PM

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