Found this list of requirements for a position on the Python Job Board:
Requirements:
So, some chick who is an intern at NPR got wind of our Greenbelt Ultimate activity, and thought it would make a good NPR story. Interns at NPR get to produce their own little -- programs? which are not put on the radio, but rather are made available at the website. And -- guess what -- One Idiot got interviewed and his voice appears in this segment. Ah yes, segment. That was the word I was looking for. Too bad my blog composition interface doesn't have a backspace jey^H^H^Hkey, otherwise I'd go back and fix that.
No one seems to know just when the Ultimate segment will appear, and no one has told me where exactly it will go, but I'll be keeping one eye on NPR's Intern Edition Summer 2005 for the next week or two, until I get bored. HA! Who am I kidding. If it doesn't appear in the next week or two, why, I'll just keep checking, and checking, and checking. I'll send angry, threatening e-mails to NPR's webmaster, and throw in some criticism of his/her usage of CSS while I'm at it. I'll stay up late into the night, hitting the reload button, thinking, "maybe this time, maybe this time! We wants our segment! We needs our fifteen minutes!" I'll start missing ultimate games, and people will start to wonder what happened to me. Maybe one or two will suspect correctly, but shame will prevent them from facing up to the truth of things, and they will tell themselves I've gotten a job out of the area. But deep down, they'll know what happened. And I'll be up in my apartment, rocking forward and backward, clicking the reload button. When the wind blows just right on a Sunday afternoon on Greenbelt Middle School field, they may hear, faintly in the distance, "We wants our segmeeeeent!" But soon I will be but a memory, and the cries will be presumed to be those of a college prankster, not those of a hideous, tortured shell of a human being who used to frolic among them, until something happened. Until the NPR lady came.
Oh, right, NPR. Anyway, I think that's the right link. Look for Ultimate, or possibly Frisbee, and give it a listen. One of the players actually got an advance copy of the segment, which we listened to together. A couple of us are interviewed; I'm the one stuttering and giving my politically incorrect assessment of the crowd I hang out with on Sundays. And despite the fact that I make it pretty clear to her and to the listener that half the ultimate players are employed at Goddard Space Flight Center, she will blithely refer to the trajectory of the flying disc as a parabola in her own narration.
Update 10/07/2005: It looks like I've found the link: The Summer in the City section. Though the writeup is there, the actual audio appears not to be, at the time of this writing.
-- the computer doesn't want any beer, no matter how much you think it does. NEVER, EVER feed your computer beer.
From cide1 (126814).
Well, that last post was well-timed, especially the title. A couple of days ago, I got a mass e-mail from Paul Kim, one of the UMRO conductors. Among the works planned for the upcoming season is... Finlandia! Dude. The trombones so totally OWN the opening to that. Especially the bass bone. If I ever get around to getting a kick-ass horn, I may have to wrest the bass bone part from Jeff.