My cousing Israel Alkon bumped into none other than biggest soccer star ever, Diego Armando Maradona, on his recent trip to Argentina. I can’t believe he’s taller than Maradona (it gives some people I know hope).
This beats hands-down my Luis Perez Kodak moment, and at the same time leaves me with only 1 degree of separation of the greatest soccer god in history (sorry, Pelé, but you don’t have your own church).
As you, MKX® reader most certainly already know, Austin Texas is home to the largest urban bat colony in the world. Yup, 1.5 million bats live under the Congress Avenue bridge and shoot out every night. Some say they go out to eat between 10,000 and 30,000 pounds of insects. Others say they go to Sixth Street to get a Flaming Dr. Pepper at a local bar. I say they should come over to my place and do some eating around here… I can use it.
But I digress. So as part of the Summer 2006 Keep Austin Weird tour with my mom and dad, we went to check out the famous bats. It’s very cool, and it looks like my mom’s pigeon phobia does not translate to small flying rodents. Now that makes sense. See the photos and relive the emotion in the new-ish Photo Central. Or, a The Marcos Kirsch Experience® first: see the video in YouTube.
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What is this?
Is this a crappy cellphone picture of a Southern Beirut neighborhood or perhaps the landing site of a Katyusha rocket in Haifa?
Nope, this is a much more mundane thing. There was a fire today in the mall that’s being constructed accross the street from work. The snapshot was taken from the sixth floor of the Truchard Design Center (a.k.a. MoPac C) using my crappy cellphone camera.
You can’t tell from the crappy cellphone photo, but the fire was actually quite big and there were about five or six fire trucks trying to put it out. I would say that between the time the fire started and the time they were done putting it out, about 45 minutes elapsed. Also gave me something to post about on this blog for my many, many faithful readers and couple of stalkers. Oh wow.
And so this ends today’s episode of: So, anything interesting?
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Marcos has never owned a Windows PC (or DOS, for that matter) in his whole life. He is quite proud of it.
These handsome gentlemen are the best(*) team in the NI Summer Volleyball league. Feared by other teams and absolute owners of the net.
The Masacotes de Tlaquepaque (formerly known as Masacotes de Chicontepec and sometimes refered to as Voladores de Papantla) is integrated by El Mota, La Urraca, El Bulldozer, myself, Jaramillo and the self-proclaimed captain Masacapi. Missing in the photo is star setter and babe magnet Gustavocote who had a severe case of diarrhea that night.
*Definition of best: team with the hardest name to pronounce for english speakers.
Anand Narayanan received his prize for winning the FIFA World Cup 2006 Polla. Congratulations Anand! He finished 10 points ahead of me. I was 9th.
Click to see the full size photo and you’ll notice that Anand has also won an air hockey tournament and belongs to the world famous Austin soccer team the NI Eagles.
After a month of non-stop World Cup soccer Italy takes the championship for the fourth time. Congratulations to them. Cetrulo is thrilled. I’m happy for him.
But I don’t care.
What I do care about is that after a shameful start in La Polla I was able to recover and finish 9th out of 81. See for yourself. This means I beat my uncle in a head-to-head bet and I proved to Alejandro del Castillo that my soccer knowledge vastly exceeds his own (as if that needed to be proved). Impressively, if you count only the second round, then I would have finished second out of 81. Anand Narayanan wins, but we all know he’s just very lucky ever since he shaved off that mustache.
All in all, I watched 46 out of 64 matches in this World Cup. That’s a lot of fútbol my friend. And I must frankly admit I’ve had enough. I am ready to move on to something else. Such as the Mexican Soccer League.
Some items in my packing list:
Am I doing something wrong?
[Update June 30 2006] Added digital camera, I knew I was missing something.
