A Few Resolutions

I Resolve the following:

To stop buying "Newman's Own" anything. I'm disappointed when I do. I regret buying Newman's products. "Newman's Own Ranch Dressing" tastes like runny mayonnaise. "Newman's Own All Natural Chunky Salsa" is ostensibly hot, but is sugary and tastes like spicy ketchup.

To figure out what to do about all the ants that are overrunning my apartment. I now live in an English basement here in DC and there are always ants crawling about. I eat a sandwich in the evening and by morning ants are crawling all over the bread crumbs. The ants are continually trolling along the ceramic tile floor. Perhaps I should be thankful that I don't have the giant cockroaches that are hanging around outside. But I'm sick of the ants and I don't want to kill them, but I'm not sure what else to do.

To come up with a T.O.E. A recent article in The New Yorker profiled Garrett Lisi who is working on a T.O.E.—shorthand for a theory of everything. It is the holy grail of physics. My T.O.E. may be lacking the math that bridges the chasm between quantum physics and general relativity, but it will explain truth and beauty, the electoral college, and the reason that Paris Hilton is famous.

To write more. I haven't been doing much personal writing these days. I haven't done any journaling since last August. Partially this is because I was busy with school and if I start again I have so much I need to write. I should just write because it's the right thing to do, but I can't. In the meantime I'm going to try and blog more.

To take more pictures with my camera. I would like this here blog to have pictures, so it is more than just words and text. My cell phone has a camera, but it takes cell phone quality pictures. Last Saturday I was walking around DC's Chinatown when I saw the magician David Blaine doing a magic trick on the street corner. I took a picture with my phone, but the quality underwhelms me. Yesterday Laura and I went to the national zoo. I'd love to have a nice picture of the giant pandas, the sloth bear, or the red pandas, but I didn't even bother to whip out my phone. It wouldn't have been worth the trouble. I also could be taking pictures of the national mall, which I have been to many a time.

The Chocolate Milk Song

Utefans.net has added music files of the songs & cheers the band commonly at Ute football games. Laura has been laughing at me this evening because the music makes me nostalgic for Ute football, and I have been smiley tonight. (I miss going to the football games with you dad.) Just forty-two days to kickoff against Michigan at the Big House!

For years I tried to figure out the words to "Metallica" a/k/a "The Chocolate Milk Song," but I could not figure it out. All I knew was that at the end the band pointed at the visitors' section of the stadium and shouts, "Your mother will pay!" The rest was a complete mystery.

Now that I know what the band calls it, finding the words was an easy search of the internets away! Next time you're at the old Utah football game with me, join me in this cheer:

I wish I had some chocolate milk.
My cheerios don't taste the same.
I wish I had some chocolate milk.
Too bad that milkman never came

I can't go to the store.
I'll just wait till mom buys more.
I just have Wheat-Thins and beer.
If I get sick then the toilet's near.

YOUR MOTHER WILL PAY!