You know it’s been cold when you see the forecast for the following day and think… wow, 40, that’s pretty warm.
Where am I, Binghamton?
Break out the shorts and t-shirts because it’s summertime ’round these parts!
You know it’s been cold when you see the forecast for the following day and think… wow, 40, that’s pretty warm.
Where am I, Binghamton?
Break out the shorts and t-shirts because it’s summertime ’round these parts!
This weekend I was in the old country (Binghamton, New York), visiting some friends and seeing some minor league hockey. (That’s pretty much the only things Binghamton has going for it.)
More details of said trip will come Friday. It’s more the total of many, many trips I’ve made over the years that has become noteworthy.
Tell most people you’ve driven your car 240,000 miles and they’ll say, “Wow, almost 250.”
Tell people you’ve driven the equivalent of to the moon?
Yeah, that gets ’em.
On today’s episode of Math and Musings my son and I discuss a recent trip to IHOP at midnight, completing a challenge conceived long ago.
Another challenge conceived long ago, this one completed by only one of us, is to drink Jack Daniel’s on Frank Sinatra’s birthday.
That’s today.
Enjoy responsibly.
Crosby, Como, Guaraldi… Mariah… these are the voices of Christmas, inclined to make even the most Grinch-like among us smile with holiday cheer. Elsewhere I have listed at great length what one should hear at Christmas, and until this year I’ve had one singer as a few meager tracks in the sizable playlists I’ve compiled.
This year I place Ingrid Michaelson, pride of Staten Island, Binghamton University, and shopping soundtracks everywhere, beyond those meager tracks and among the true practitioners of Christmas measure.
Last Saturday I had the privilege to see Miss Michaelson (seems a bit formal for someone I went to college with) at the Lincoln Theatre in downtown D.C., and I don’t think I can now go a holiday season without it. I’d seen Ingrid a number of times over the past near 20 years, but never at Christmas, though I know she brings the act at least to New York and Washington every year. Add this one to the schedule, and remind me to visit the Lincoln in ordinary time as well.
Ingrid and her girls–they were billed as “Ingrid Michaelson Trio”–are this generation’s answer to the Andrews Sisters or the Ronettes, nostalgic but hip as adult interpreters of song. No kiddie pop here–these are real musicians bringing grownup Christmas, but with a touch childlike innocence as well. Kinda like a Charlie Brown, and not too far removed from the holiday as a whole, this is what Christmas is all about.
Discrimination is still strong, my fellow Hibernians. ‘Merica is not being kind to us.
Leaving the University of Notre Dame out of the College Football Playoff is like listing your top 12 English playwrights of the 16th century and not mentioning Shakespeare.
Yes, yes, I get it, it’s not just the best 12 teams in the CFP but a formula that includes conference champions similar to basketball’s “March Madness.” I guess this is what bracket-makers had in mind, trying to capture the magic of the world’s greatest postseason tournament. But if you’re to believe the blogosphere today, ain’t nobody goin’ for the Cinderellas.
Where you stand depends on where you sit, and I’m sure if I were a fan of Tulane or James Madison I’d be praising the system I and seemingly everyone is maligning. (This year I fell victim the exact scenario I described last December.) I’ll gladly eat crow if we end up with a Cinderella winner or at least one who’d give Goliath a run, but to me it seems unlikely in a sport so greatly based on size and physicality.
What stuns me the most is the seeming loss of revenue here. Never mind fairness. The Texases and Notre Dames of the world gotta be bigger draws than the “Group of Five” conference teams, no? This ain’t a charity; it’s a business, right? I thought with the NIL deals (small steps as they were) we were finally admitting this. Seems to me like a pretty poor business decision but maybe their quants know something I don’t.
This was the year I thought Notre Dame finally could have beaten an Alabama or an Ohio State but I guess I’ll have to rely on another team for that bit of Schadenfreude.
It is the season for miracles.
On today’s episode of Math and Musings Franklin and I discuss our recent trip to Hershey, Pennsylvania.
As with everything we do, we had a great time, though the activities may not have been what you’d expect.
While in Hershey we did everything but try the chocolate… until the end of the episode, of course.
Enjoy.
Okay, we’re putting ourselves on alert: 20 years from today is going to be like the coolest date ever: 12/3/45.
I wanted this noted to say that I thought of it first.
I never expect my hometown NFL team (that would be the Washington Commanders) to fare well in prime time, especially when facing a team that’s actually, you know, good.
Imagine my surprise last night when not only was my local team holding its own against the Denver Broncos, it was in a position to win!
Like Charlie Brown kicking the football I fell for it, thinking my Commanders could pull out the improbable victory. This was going to be like a sixteen seed beating a one or whatever the right analogy might be, though in the end, of course, the one seed prevailed and the entire DMV was left lying on its back like Charlie Brown.
Good grief.
Today on Math and Musings you’ll hear me and Franklin discuss our Christmas Schedule, 2025 edition. Only a couple minor modifications between this year and last, proving, well, maybe we’re homing in on finally getting this thing right.
Enjoy.
Things to do between Thanksgiving and Christmas, 2025 edition.
Speaking of your TV… watch these Christmas specials.
16-19. Four episodes of The Wonder Years, Christmas-themed episodes from Seasons 2 and Seasons 4-6 (1988 and 1990-92)
And the full-length movies one must watch.
Certain things you’ll want to eat or drink…
Things to hear…
Other than Sinatra’s album (see #1) there are a few that must be listened to in their entirety.
Places to go…
73. The mall. Every community has a place simply referred to as “the mall.” Go there and experience the true meaning of Christmas.
74. A giant decorated tree in a shopping plaza (again, everyone has one… or in Loudoun County we have about a dozen).
75. Big Lots… trust me, weird off-brand Christmas stuff.
76. Dunkin’ (Donuts)… best Christmas menu of your standard commercial food operations.
77. Starbucks. Credit where credit is due.
78. Visit “the intersection” in Great Falls, Virginia. This is where Georgetown Parkway meets Walker Road, basically the only intersection in town. Highlighted by the Village Centre shopping mall (classy enough to warrant the British spelling of centre), this corner is pretty much 360 degrees of holiday cheer. Drink in the holiday awesomeness.
Other things to see, hear, taste, read, do, or experience.
And finally, everyone has his or her own unique Christmas toys or games that have special meaning. For me I have two from my childhood and one from adulthood.
Everyone’s favorite “baseball” team, the Savannah Bananas, announced plans this week to create a “verified secondary ticket marketplace” for their fans. I applaud the effort in trying to curb fraud, though a certain buyer beware might also work; the effort to reduce prices though has got me a bit confused. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a business owner concerned the price of his product is getting too high. That’s the Bananas for ya, I guess.
Trouble is that the face value of these tickets, usually something like 35 dollars, is a pittance compared to what these things are actually worth. (I can vouch for this in every sense of the phrase.) Yeah, it’s not unusual for fans to pay 10 times face value (or more) to see the games… because that’s what the tickets should sell for in the first place. With the new system, apparently, fans can resell “verified, authentic tickets”… at face value.
Why anyone would buy something, then turn around and sell it for the same price is lost on me, though a lot of what goes on with the Bananas is a bit silly.
Perhaps now I can add to the list make sure no one pays fair-market value to see our games.
If the owners of the Bananas were concerned only with the price fans paid to see their games they could establish various non-monetary hurdles and cockamamie rules like only people legally named Hiram can apply for tickets or strap a frozen turkey to your head and keep it there if you want to see the game. They’re good at coming up with silly ideas so I’ll let them handle this one.
Funny things happen when you try to pervert the free market, and I’ll be interested to see this one play out. The invisible hand does a marvelous job of these things, and doesn’t require Hirams or frozen turkeys. Just this thing called money.
This country has a long history of attempted market perversion gone wrong (Prohibition comes to mind), but if anyone can do it…
I suppose the Bananas can.