the things we think but do not say

social, photographyDecember 5, 2005 6:19 pm


the other NFL
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Some of you might have seen an excellent documentary called ‘Spellbound‘ about the anxieties, pressure and constant studying involved in the world of competitive, national level, Spelling Bees. Well for me, what I saw recently topped that.

I got a great slice of America pie a couple of weekends ago; a look into the heated, passionate, and highly competitive world of Forensics. Now, for those of you who are think that forensics merely means ‘the scientific investigation of criminal events’, then let me tell you, you’re living a sheltered life. There’s lots of people (and I wasn’t one of them) that know and love the ‘competitive speech’ kind of Forensics.

The National Forensics League is a organization which holds and runs events in high schools all across the country. And I saw a national level event for a few hours while my girlfriend’s brother competed in it.

Since I’ve never heard or seen anything like this, I was more than a little apprehensive about the thought of listening to hours of loud mouthed, over achieving kids. But I’ll be the first to say that these guys were pretty impressive.

For ten minutes, these speakers were persuasive, compelling and funny in their pieces. I think I’ve seen a lot of presentations from a lot of professionals in the design business do a lot worse than these guys.

But it wasn’t all gold stars that day. Some were truly terrible. But when you’re 14, a lot of things about you are rubbish. There was this one girl that gave a speech about ‘dancing through life’, where by she would intermittently pepper her talk with a five second dance. She was in need of a better forensics coach. In fact, most high schools that have forensics programmes, have forensics coaches. And yes, there are even forensic camps that you can send your kids too.

There was one part of forensics culture though that completely threw me: everyone wore suits. All the boys and all the girls were dressed as though they were having interviews at Accenture. Little consultants running around, wondering if they’ll “break finals” or whatever these ‘krazy kidz’ like to call it.

Incidentally, I think that this is only the second time I’ve ever been to a real American high school. Thankfully I had my camera.

talking the talk, social, travel 1:53 pm



that’s how we roll

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Anyone that knows me will understand that I’m easily influenced. Easily persuaded. Negotiable is my middle name. And for the last 29 and three quarter years, I’m been under the impression that owning a car is cool. But until only recently, I’ve never had the chance to drive one.

On my last trip to Orlando I rented a huge Ford Expedition to drive the team around in. This thing is so large that I just look absurd in it. The wing mirrors are the size of a Prius. That’s me on the right, looking all gangsta and shit. It was enormous fun to drive and when you lay into the gas, it goes from ‘zero to 1 gallon’ in about 6 seconds.

But rental cars and regular bouts of driving my girlfriends wonderful new Golf TDI just makes me want one more and more.

Have you seen that movie with Steve Carell, ‘The 40 year old virgin”? Well, I’m like that guy. But instead of ‘pussy’, it’s a car title I’ve put on a pedestal. Sadly the same apprehensions, anxiety and expectations of wanting to lose your virginity to the hottest babe is replicated with wanting the coolest car around. Should I get an Audi A4? Should I get a Golf GTI? How about one of those tasty little Scion tcs? Argh!

The largest problem in all this wanting (and I was wanting one so bad) is that I couldn’t get over wanting a beautiful, cool car, that I could afford. And my ego was the most influential factor in all this. I know that a Toyota Camry would make lots of sense, but it’s sooooooo boring. I wanted the bling, the cache, the kudos, the spinners, the ground effects… all that stuff with owning a hot new set of wheels.

But in the end, I made a surprisingly reasonable decision. I bought a slightly beat up old truck from a mate of mine. It’s a ‘96 Nissan Pathfinder. There’s tons of miles, it turns like a oil tanker, and the radio antenna is broken. But I love it. He shall be known as ‘Trucky’.