May 2005


11 May 2005 12:11 am

Clearly I’ve been wasting too much time with Google this evening, but I found this concise history of the Horst family name. The Who are the Mennonites section gives a fairly comprehensive overview of the church and culture.

Musings10 May 2005 11:32 pm

Growing up, I always thought I had a pretty unusual name – last name that is. And then came the internet. It’s been interesting to see how the results of a Google search for Michael Horst have changed over the years. Initially, the results were dominated by the publishings of a cardiothorasic surgeon in Germany and although I was quoted in a handful of the technology rags at the time on a variety of issues, I never made the first page of results. Now the search produces a much wider range and its quite clear there are many Michael Horsts running around this planet.

I guess I can thank Google for all the misdirected email I get for this Michael Horst. I recently got a request to return a set of borrowed tent poles after a Rainier summit.

I’m still not to be found in the first page of results (I’m not complaining about the anonymity), but simply adding any one of these three words to the search will find me as the first result: kayak, darts, or Macktez. Really not surprising, given the amount of time I spend with each.

Even adding New York returns the wrong Phonebook listing, but I do get a couple of hits on the first page.

Uncategorized09 May 2005 11:25 pm

This is one of those little tidbits from back when the internet was young and uncluttered by images. Silly as it is, I don’t want to lose this and copied the content here (without permission, but with credits intact).

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Uncategorized01 May 2005 11:20 pm

A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer, “This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you.”

The barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two quarters in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, “Which do you want, son?”

The boy takes the quarters and leaves.

“What did I tell you?” said the barber. “That kid never learns!”

Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. “Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take the quarters instead of the dollar bill?”

The boy licked his cone and replied, “Because the day I take the dollar, the game’s over!”