Most Ridiculous Story of the Day

Hugging is no longer allowed in <a href=”http://cbs2chicago.com/topstories/local_story_271193938.html”>school</a>.  This is absurd.

That is all.

Museum Day

Here’s some <a href=”http://www.smithsonianmagazine.com/museumday/articles/about.php”>information</a> about Museum Day which is this Saturday, September 29.

This is a free opportunity to broaden our scopes of knowledge a little regardless of location.

Check it out.

We should all go…I’m just saying.

I Will Not Do It

Several people have sent e-mails lately asking me to opine on the life and struggles of Lindsey Lohan. Thanks for reading, but please know I will never write about Lohan. The whole situation is pathetic. That is all I have to say on the topic.

It’s Been Two Years!

Today marks the second year since the day this site began.  It’s been a good run so far.  Thanks to those who actually read it.  And thanks to those who have contributed to this site.

Check out some of my favorite posts:

Screw Black History Month

I’m Glad I’m Not The Judge, But…  (death penalty)

Who Cares If Rudy Knows The Price of Milk?!

And keep reading The Ivy Road.

Barren Land

We have not devoted much time to the site lately.  Life has been busier than ever, but look for new posts next week.

I hope everyone is well.

If You Are Taking The Bar Exam…

…and trying to figure out how to relax about it, check out Legal Andrew’s blog.

Though religion isn’t emphasized on my blog often, he made a good point.

Read it here.

So That’s How They Sleep At Night?!

No wonder they don’t feel horrible as individuals. They don’t refer to it as insurance coverage for abortions. Instead, Obama and Edwards are in favor of covering all “reproductive health services.”   Gosh, it doesn’t sound quite so bad when it is so heavily sugar coated.

Now, if one of these men actually gets elected and follows through on campaign promises, my tax dollars will not only pay for unemployed women to deliver and raise babies. My tax dollars will pay for abortions for unemployed and working women.

I believe that abortions are fundamentally wrong; however, there are times (i.e. rape, incest, probable death of the mother…) in which it is the most appropriate measure.

But in most cases, I find it to be morally and unjustifiably wrong. The Supreme Court, however, disagreed with me when they made their ruling on Roe. V. Wade. I respect the laws in place, though they are frivolous.

I have already reached across political boundaries to embrace the laws in place on this issue, but if one of these candidates becomes president, I fear the new, downward spiral that will begin under their administration.

Not only will the nation be accepting socialist values, but we will be permitting the death of innocent lives on our dollar. Further, we will continue to be a nation that holds no on accountable (as we are now.) But scarier, we will be a nation offering funds to those who seek to murder innocent lives.

Saying Goodbye

Most of us never met Mr. Butch, but he was well-known and loved by many in Allston, Massachusetts.

I heard Kyle speak of him many times, and as recently as last night, we discussed him in conversation.

“He had plenty of friends and fans, that should have been enough. He didn’t need to buy fancy things or have material wealth…ironic, that’s what killed him.” -K

Everyone plays a role in society, including people like Mr. Butch. Though we may come from different socio-economic backgrounds, it is crucial to realize the importance of being rich in friends and family.

Thanks for reminding me Mr. Butch.

It’s Official

The Ivy Road has added a new contributor; Please welcome Kyle. In addition to being smart, he is well-spoken, honest and insightful. I hope you all look forward to hearing from him as much as I do.

Take a look at Kyle’s Bio:

About Kyle

Allow me to introduce myself:

My name is Kyle, I’m currently 24.6 years old. I am a “businessman” or “young professional” if you will, and I use quotes because though it sounds flashy, it’s really simple in theory. Essentially I’m a slave to corporate America . (Think of the 1999 movie: “Office Space”).

I get up at 7:30AM every morning, hop on the 66 bus to Harvard Square , and from there it’s onto the inbound Redline train for downtown crossing. Once downtown I usually swing by 7-Eleven, stare at the horrific looking breakfast sandwiches and taquitos for a few minutes pondering why in the world they even have taquitos cooking that early in the morning in the first place. Generally I end up with a nutrition bar and milk (keeping it healthy of course), and upon exit throw my leftover change in the same homeless guy’s cup who I am on first name basis with at this point.

Upon arrival into the lobby of my office building I usually banter with the security guard for a few moments. He’s actually quite amusing. Security is only a part time gig for him. Mainly he’s a Hip Hop artist on the local scene here in the city. We share a common bond of loving sports and the equivalent enthusiasm for admiring the gorgeous women who work in the building. After a quick talk I then usually head for the elevator along with 50 other people scurrying to get to work on time. Of course amongst those 50 people none of them happen to be going to the same floor which means there are roughly 3 million stops before I am able to get to my 16th floor office, which wouldn’t be so bad if “elevator talk” did not exist. As if it wasn’t awkward enough to be squished between random strangers, there’s usually that one person who insists on spawning the most mindless, senseless, pointless conversation imaginable. Alas elevator chit chat has begun, which usually involves the weather, sports, or a sarcastic comment such as “This must be the express elevator”. Finally arriving at my floor feeling good because I already have the complete 10-Day forecast ingrained into my head, I make my way over to my desk, sit down, thoroughly read through espn and cnn.com while munching on my nutrition bar where then for the next 10 hours I stare at Excel documents, yell at people for entering incorrect information, type out SQL code, consume massive amounts of company coffee, and consider the possibility of being able to train a monkey to do my job.

I don’t mean to sound disillusioned here. I’m actually really happy with how we’ve grown as a company and it’s rewarding to know that my efforts have had a significant role in that process. Also I really and truly enjoy the people I work with. I’m probably just bitter because one of my biggest regrets in life so far has been not taking some time to travel after graduating college as a lot of my friends did before they entered the “real world” so to speak. If I could see an EPL game between Manchester U and Chelsea, play a round of golf at St. Andrews, walk through the Louvre, take a gondola ride through Venice, or see a bullfight in Madrid, I think at least for now, my life would be complete, particularly the St. Andrews scenario because I’ve been an avid, die hard golfer my entire life.

I’m really not a writer (though I do find it enjoyable and relaxing). I majored in Management of Information Systems in college, but I do read a lot of politics because it’s nice to know how sleazy politicians are ruining our country on a daily basis. I try to be neutral in my views and look at things both ways but generally I tend to disagree with a lot of the principles of the Democratic Party, namely, higher taxes, bigger Government, and sucking the life out half born babies.

In my spare time you can typically find me at a local golf course, the beach, reading the Wall Street Journal, trying a new recipe, creating music (mainly acoustic/electric, though currently trying to master the bass), checking out a new band, loving outdoor music venues, water skiing, wakeboarding, pick up soccer games, jogging along the Charles, or vacationing at my summer home in New Hampshire.

I feel like I’m at a crossroad in my life right now. I’ve been with the same company for nearly 3 years. I’m not entirely frustrated with my job but at this stage in my life I want to learn and experience as much as I possibly can, and in order to achieve that I feel like a change is necessary. Whether that change means taking some time off to travel, moving somewhere else (for the record: I’d love live in New York), going back to school for my MBA, or simply switching jobs I have no idea. Ideally I’d probably just like to be dropped off somewhere in the middle of Europe with just a backpack in hand.

Senior Vice President

kyle@theivyroad.com

The Answer Is…

If it is an eternal question, then the eternal answer is Sally’s. Sure, it’s smaller, but sometimes bigger is not better. I dare anyone to disagree with me ( cough, cough.)