Point of No Return
It’s been said by many who know me that I sometimes talk out of my backside. Normally, I get that comment during poker games, when the common perception amongst those who play with me often is that if I’m giving away anything about my hand, it’s no doubt false.
According to various reports, the U.S. Army will court-martial a military doctor because he refused to deploy to Afghanistan. Conscientious observer? Nope. Dying kid at home? Wrong again.
Let’s be honest. Life’s tough.
I’m a big believer in honoring one’s culture. I cling tightly to my family’s Irish heritage, and enjoy hearing and learning from others who are also fascinated by their roots. Shaun Lambert, for instance, can make my eyes roll back into my head when he starts talking about the hours he spends on role-playing games on his computer, but he always has my attention when he’s talking about his Inuit Eskimo heritage. It fascinates me to hear these stories, and I get a kick out of hearing the excitement and pride in his voice when he gets on a roll.
I’m searching for an old friend.
Has there ever been a spring as widely anticipated by this area as this one?
There’s tough, and then there’s “Kentucky tough.”
There are moments in life when all seems right in the world. I remember feeling that way when the American hockey team scored a shocking goal with seconds left in regulation during their gold medal hockey game against Canada last Sunday.
I remember exactly where I was when my head nearly exploded.
We’ve done a few things very well in this nation.
I apologize in advance, but I’m not letting go of this one without a fight.
Well, it looks like I picked the right time to go on vacation.
People make mistakes. We’re flawed. It’s what we do.
I’m constantly surfing the Web.
Ah, the new year is now upon us.
History will not remember 2009 fondly.
This truly is the most wonderful time of the year.
There are things that I come across that make me shake my head and contemplate how my father would have handled the situation had it been me as the central character.
Tiger, Tiger, Tiger.
Yup, it’s that time of the year again.
Hi. I’m Darin, and I’m a word nerd.
To be more precise, I’m a word nerd of the English language. I love how it is an ever-evolving language that adapts to changing times and changing vernacular, and it takes on the form of a living, breathing organism as it continues to morph itself to stay current.
The tide has turned.
If there was ever an appropriately-named hobby in this modern society of ours, it’s fantasy sports.
During one of my daily voyages through the wild frontier of the Internet, I stumbled across an Associated Press story that made me stop mid-surf. That in itself is not odd, in that I tend to get sidetracked by some strange things on the Web, but this one grabbed me right away with the headline — “Oregon man gets probation for stabbing ex’s fish.”
There was quite a bit of disappointment last week with the announcement that Chicago would not receive the 2016 Summer Olympics, and for valid reasons. The Olympics would have potentially brought a bump for that local economy, a global stage for Chicago to highlight the positives of the city and would have helped the infrastructure of the city itself as roads and lodging needs would have had to have been improved due to the sheer numbers of increased tourism.
I spend a lot of time reading various newspapers.
It felt like a soothing mist.