Wednesday, February 3, 2010

CALLING ALL CRICKETERS!

When thinking about the title of this post "Calling All Cricketers" came to mind and I couldn't work out why. I'm now certain that my Dad, or his Dad, had a cricket coaching manual from the 50's called that...

The reason I am putting out the call is because of Howzat. Howzat is an online cricket game. It has a practice mode, which I have dabbled in, but it also has a multiplayer versus mode. You sign up (it's free) and you choose a team on which to base your squad. I chose the Australian team, and all of your favorite players are there: R. Paunting, B. Li, M & D Hassey, just to name a few. The teams are then fully customizable - you can change your players names (which I just did), their colors (shirts, pants, kit, hair, skin) and also name your team. My team is "Beefprawnicans".

By playing games you unlock achievements and gain experience, which you can then use to improve your team. I think the best achievement is "Warne" (bowl 25 maidens with a spinner).

I've played one game against Mike, which I won. I am now ranked 15761, have unlocked 8 achievements and have 6 experience points saved up to up player stats.

So, now, I'm putting the call out. Sure, I could play against strangers, but I want to play against people I know. This Friday night (US time) meaning this Saturday afternoon (AUS time) Liz is going out and staying at her friend Tiff's place, so I'm thinking of filling the night with The Clone Wars and Howzat.

The Beefprawnicans, and their beginner line-up, A. Diaga, A. Diagatu, B. Saltza and Smith, are padding up! Let me know if anyone is in.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Who: The Legend of Frank Supposa


Frank Supposa was born in 1850 in Stamford, CT, and was the third child in his family. His youth was quite typical of the day - minimal formal education and a lot of floating on homemade rafts on bodies of water near where he lived.

His father was a man of morals, a trait he instilled into his children. In the early 1860's Frank's father started taking in runaway slaves, fleeing north to escape slavery as part of the Underground Railroad. Frank would listen to the stories of the slaves - how they navigated by the North Star and about their lives as slaves. Driven by their stories, Frank devised a plan to fight for the Union in the US Civil War. He knew that he wouldn't be able to fight based on his age of 12, so he took his older brother's ID and replaced the name on it with his. Military officials were skeptical, but they let him fight. Some civil war historians believe that this may be the first successful use of a fake ID. It wasn't the last time that Frank would lie about his age to serve his country - he forged documents to say that he was younger so that he could fight in World Wars I and II.

World War II saw Frank, now in his 90s, in Poland. When he became separated from the rest of his group on their way back to the US, he decided to walk back to western Europe and the Atlantic. Using the knowledge gained by listening to the freed slaves of his youth, Frank navigated his way using the stars. He walked through Poland, Czechoslovakia, Austria and into Italy. That portion of the trip took him roughly 6 days. While near Venice, Frank met someone who was friendly towards him, Con. Con was amazed at Frank's plan to walk to the Atlantic and gave him a tiki torch so that he could walk more easily at night. Why Con had a tiki torch in Italy was never known.

Frank set out, the torch lighting his way at night through the rest of Italy, Southern France, Spain and Portugal. 10 days after leaving Poland he was now in Portugal, and lamented the fact that he hadn't done a trip like that in his youth. On the boat on the way back to the US, Frank started writing his first and only book, a guide to touring Europe, which he promoted with the line "Let Con's Tiki light your way." The book became an international hit, and was bought by a young New Zealand traveler before touring Europe. He later set up a tour company, embodying the spirit of Frank's European trip and called it Contiki to honor Frank.

On his return to the US, Frank decided he wanted to help and protect people, especially the young, as he felt that children were the future. He took a volunteer position as a crossing guard on Turner Road, and has been doing it ever since.

He is Frank Supposa.

Frank marvels at his light-up stop sign.

Given everything he has done in life, and the fact he is 160, Frank deserves to sit down on the job.


Years of practice have made the hand gestures of a crossing guard look like the graceful motions of a swan.

Author's Note: The facts presented in this post have not been checked for accuracy. All that is known for certain is that this man is a crossing guard on Turner Road and drives a Buick with "FSUP" license plates. But based on these known facts, the name of the crossing guard and the story of his life as presented above could hardly be disputed.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Weekend in Ithaca

Firstly, this post would have been done last night, but Liz and I came home from work and grocery shopping to find our street cordoned off. We drove to another street entrance and it was also blocked. Driving down a third street found a tree on the road, which had taken down power lines. We ended up driving through the cordon about an hour later after assessing we could get to our place and lived without power. Power was back on by about 1AM. Adventure.

OK, weekend in Ithaca.

Ithaca is where Andrew goes to school. It's in the middle of New York state, in the Finger Lakes region. It is about a 4 hour drive (well, 6 hours back) from Stamford. Once we had unloaded all of Andrew's stuff at school we went to Taughannock Falls State Park. It is home to a 215ft (65.5 metre) single-drop waterfall, which is 33ft (10 metres) taller than Niagara Falls. After parking in the ice-covered lot we put on multiple layers and walked the 3/4 mile trail to the fall. It was a cool walk along the stream that flowed to the lake that Ithaca is on (Lake Cayuga). There was a lot of ice and snow along the trail and river, owing to the fact that Ithaca is generally cold and windy and that the stream flows through a large gorge. The main fall was cool, it is the first photo below:


At the base of the fall was a pile of snow and ice. The water from the fall would then flow behind this and out underneath it. Along the trail you could see water flowing beneath the ice which looked really cool - like when ice cube trays aren't completely frozen but on a really large scale.


Here are Liz and I at the fall. This should prove to everyone that I am still alive and well.


We were there late in the afternoon, so the sun started to go down and I got cold, my hands especially. By the time we got to the car my hands were shaking and hurt to the point that I thought I was going to throw up. After about 10 or 15 minutes my hands calmed down (they stung a little still a few hours later) and the feeling of being sick passed. It was a good thing that it passed, because dinner was the highlight of the weekend!

If ever you're in Ithaca, who knows, you might be one day, you owe it to yourself to check out Maxie's Supper Club. It's where we had dinner, and it's the only place I ever want to eat dinner in Ithaca ever again. Period.

Maxie's is a New Orleans style restaurant, so they serve a lot of southern food. The atmosphere was bar-like in parts, casual restaurant in others. We had quickly looked at the menu outside and all decided that we could find something to eat there, but it wasn't until I sat down and fully read the menu that I saw what I wanted. It is called the "Piggy Platter", and it's description reads "pulled pork and rib combo with creamy slaw, bbq beans". Andrew also ordered the Piggy Platter and Liz got a bowl of gumbo. We also got a bowl of Sweet Potato fries for the table.

When the food got brought out the plates were huge! There was a massive collection of beans, an enormous pile of coleslaw, mounds of pulled pork and then 3 giant ribs. I felt like Adam Richmond (from Man vs Food) must feel when he sits down in front of one of his challenge meals. Everything on the plate was so delicious. The sauce on the ribs was the best barbecue sauce that I have ever had. Excess sauce dripped on the pulled pork, adding wonderousness to every bite. I thought about it afterward, and I think that when pigs are rolling around in mud, eating slop from a trough and wondering if life gets any better than this that some of the great thinkers of pig kind must consider the Piggy Platter. They know that if you're a good pig that's where you can end up.

As big as the plate and meal was, the taste just kept me going. The look of pride on Liz' face when I ate the last bite was something I will remember and cherish forever. The surprise in the waiter's voice when he came over at the end and said "You got through it" still rings in my ears. Unfortunately the smell of barbecue sauce on my hands only lasted a few hours after the meal was gone, but it will live on in my memory. There are no photos of the plate or my victory, but I did claim the sticker that they put in with the check (bill). I was told by Liz that I had earned that sticker.

To top it all off, Maxie's had really good pineapple juice.

Not being able to do much for the rest of the evening owing to my meat coma, the next morning we went for breakfast at our usual (we've been there twice) breakfast place in Ithaca, The Sunset Grille. A waitress there decided to get funny with me. She said "I detect a bit of an accent... are you from New Jersey?" I tried to look indignantly at her, but the fact that I was trying not to laugh probably twisted my face incompletely the wrong directions to get that across. Lost for words, she left the table, calling me "Pumpkin". Breakfast was good as usual (I had ham, you know, so I felt I could conquer more of a pig), but the pineapple juice at Sunset Grille isn't as good as Maxie's.

So, if you're still reading this, let my fun time in Ithaca be a lesson to you all.
  • If it's winter, wear thick gloves.
  • If you need dinner or pineapple juice, go to Maxie's.
  • If someone at Sunset Grille says you're from New Jersey and calls you "Pumpkin", make sure your comeback is better than mine.
All that was left was the drive home, and you all know how that went. I was told by a reader that the posts while coming home from Ithaca were painful to read. I'm glad to hear that, because I was hoping to share our pain and create a sense of empathy in all of you. It's nice to know that I achieved that to some degree.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Connecticut Welcomes You

"95, I've never been so happy to see you!" -Liz

We're now on I-95, entering CT... NOW! Hopefully only 10 minutes
now... 6 miles to Stamford!

Thanks for joining Liz and I on this long and sometimes boring ride.

Canadian currency discounted 10%

Traffic has been OK since Liberty, but we're still being slowed down
by fog, moving traffic, hills and wet weather.

We just paid our toll (using US currency) and are on I-87, so
hopefully we'll be home within an hour.

The drive gave us a chance at least to work out what's for dinner this
week. Bacon's on the menu!

Right lane closed ahead

We have just entered Liberty, NY, but road work has closed a lane (the
right lane) so traffic is annoying again.

Luckily I had under estimated how far we had driven and we're only
about 100 miles from home.

Hehe - Fiddle's Dairi-King is on our left.

Moving again - Damn jerks! You've had a mile and a half to get over!

E-mail test

We're on our way back from Ithaca, NY at the moment, which I will post
more about later.

Right now I'm testing the functionality of e-mail to blog posting.
Why? Because I remembered I could do it and we're sitting in traffic.
We've been moving for perhaps 10 minutes out of the last hour. We're
probably about 170 miles from home, so if these kind of hold ups keep
happening there may be more updates, provided this works...

Car moving and motion making head weird... Must stop composing e-mail...

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