Man, elections are hard:
In other words, Diamond and Arthur played three games of chance. Each game provided 50-50 odds to each man. Diamond won two of the games, but Arthur won the seat because the third game was the only one that mattered.
Just remember that the next time you think your vote doesn’t matter. It matters.
Update: Speaking of local governments, I love this bit of insight into state legislatures from John Oliver.
I can’t say I know yoga well – my only consistent run-in with the popular exercise “state of mind” was the weekly dose I got during my two stints with P90X (Yoga X). I’ll let the experts and talking heads debate the authenticity of that form of yoga. Regardless, I had a love/hate relationship with that particular day of the P90X regimen. I actually enjoyed the yoga workouts after the fact, but anticipation for yoga day reached levels of dread beyond compare. It didn’t help that it took half a day to finish it.
This is going somewhere, I promise.
Fast forward to the present (I’m at least 3 years removed from my last dalliance with P90X) and I came across a series of yoga bags designed specifically for the male yoga enthusiast – Brogamats. Brogamats are yoga bags designed to dial up the manliness by appearing to be something else like a quiver for arrows, a ninja sword or a log (presumably that you felled with your own bare hands). I’m not even kidding.
So, for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with money, Brogamats are this week’s #TIDNTKIL.
N&O staff columnist Josh Shaffer, after almost a full day of tour Raleigh via CAT buses:
Once you’re on it for a while, you realize how little of Raleigh you’ve seen. I’ve been exploring these streets for 10 years and I found myself completely lost twice, not a landmark in sight. There are large swaths of this city that only a few people ever experience. The bus will show you Snowberry Drive. And Mr. Wonderful’s Chicken and Waffles. And the little free library on Glascock Street, which offers selections from Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison.
“A society like this just can’t afford an uneducated underclass of citizens.”
I am the last person who should be writing anything that even closely resembles celebratory talk about the Wolfpack’s convincing 35–7 rout of the Tarheels yesterday. Why? Because I’ve barely laid an eye on the Pack all season. That said, I had a lot of fun watching the game, especially in the 4th quarter with about five minutes left when I finally let my guard down a bit, cautiously optimistic that the game was a bit out of reach even for the quick-strike Tarheels. I won’t lie, I even got a little greedy, practically begging the Pack’s defense to hold on for the shutout.
That was actually the most fun I’ve had watching Pack football in a long time. Games where we execute so consistently throughout the entire 60 minutes are few and far between, especially against our arch-rival1 Tarheels. Do I think UNC put their best foot forward yesterday? No way. To be honest, I was dreading this game after watching the performance the Tarheels put up against Duke two Thursdays ago. In fact, the optimistic spin that Tarheel fans might reasonably put on this is that this was a classic hangover/trap game after beating their real rivals, and of course the Pack would come out fired up with an extra week of preparation for their “Super Bowl”. Sour grapes for sure, but that’s to be expected from the wine and cheese crowd and, quite frankly, I’d much rather have this win than whatever’s next for the Pack. Calling it our Super Bowl is probably an apt observation.
Just a quick aside on the note of rivalry. The rise of Duke’s football program under David Cutcliffe certainly won’t do State fans any favors in the not-our-rival conversation. It certainly doesn’t help that Carolina and Duke are in the same division, with their match-ups having potential head-to-head implications if they can ever sync up their relative success. And on top of all of that, you have the Victory Bell – a tangible spoil for the victor.
What does it all mean about our respective programs? Not much more than what we’ve already seen all season. Carolina has shown glimpses of great football, but they still have a long way to go to get back to where they were headed a few years ago. The Pack’s glimpses have been more rare, but it’s nice to end the regular season on such a high note and so convincingly. Hopefully that victory gave the entire team a confidence boost that will propel them into their potential bowl game and on into next season. Don’t let up. Go Pack!
Photo Credit: AP Photo/Gerry Broome
“Ignorance isn’t a sin, but willful indecision ought to be, especially in light of damning evidence.”
During a weekend road trip to the mountains a couple of weeks ago, I finally got a chance to check out The Dripolator Coffeehouse in Black Mountain, NC. I didn’t stay long, but the Killer Bee lived up to what I’d read or heard about it and I loved the branding so much, I bought this mug. If you ever find yourself with some time passing through Black Mountain, stop in the Dripolator. Great coffee and a neat place. I can’t wait for another chance to visit.
“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.”
“If you’re going to race like that, you’re going to have to man up at some point.”
Perhaps bouyed by what I wanted out of it, I have to admit the Apple Watch wasn’t quite what I expected. I was in the camp that guessed/hoped/wanted Apple’s wearable to be more fitness band than watch. Even with the flood of smart watches hitting the market in the last year or so, I figured all of the signs were pointing toward something different from Apple — Nike dropping their Fuelband hardware, the limitations of battery technology, and the relative commercial disappointment of the existing wearables. But Apple pressed on with their vision, concentrating their wearable strategy on fashion rather than utility (though I expect there will still be plenty of utility … eventually) while simultaneously hewing to the popular convention of why such a device exists. Or, maybe not.
But my hopes are not yet dashed, for there is an unlikely hero waiting in the wings. To my surprise, Microsoft of all companies, released the device of my dreams (almost). The Microsoft Band is Redmond’s take on a fitness tracker, that seemingly takes the under-ambitious do-what-you-can-do-well-and-iterate-later approach that often characterizes Cupertino’s take on such devices. The Microsoft Band is not a bug the crap out of you wrist notifier, but instead that quantifiable-self stenographer in the background, recording your every move (and non-move).
For the past few years, I feel like I’ve been shedding my Microsoft skin, abandoning the 90s dominant Windows platform for the trendy Apple platform. I’m not alone in thinking that there have been a few missteps in Redmond, but in the immortal words of Harry Dunne I say this to you, Microsoft: “Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly be any dumber, you go and do something like this… and totally redeem yourself!”
Photo Credit: Microsoft