February 13th, 2012

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birr [bur] n. 1. force; energy; vigor 2. emphasis in statement, speech, etc. 3. a whirring sound v. 4. to move with or make a whirring sound

birthday

Chuck Yeager (1923), George Segal (1934), Jerry Springer (1944), Peter Gabriel (1950), Henry Rollins (1961)

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Ah, the Grammys. I didn’t watch them last night but I read the results and, after much consideration, I came away with the following:

THE GRAMMYS BLOW.

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We loved with a love that was more than love. ↔ Edgar Allan Poe

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To put it simply, The Roots just get it. They get better with each album and have honed their sound to the point few other musical acts have. Here’s “Lighthouse” off the latest album, Undun.

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→ So I’ve been doing my best to wake up earlier than I have in the past and one of the morning shows I’ve been trying to watch is Eye Opener on WPHL17 here in Philadelphia. And, boy, I’m sorry, but it’s pretty awful.

→ Thinking about buying shares in Facebook? Maybe you should read this first.

→ After years of pretending that I’d seen it, I’m proud to admit that this Saturday, I finally watched Air Force One from start to finish. What did you do with your Saturday that’s worth talking about?

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February 10th, 2012

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hiemal [hahyuh-muhl] adj. of or pertaining to winter; wintry

birthday

Jimmy Durante (1893), Robert Wagner (1930), Roberta Flack (1937), Mark Spitz (1950), Glenn Beck (1964), Laura Dern (1967), Elizabeth Banks (1974)

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First, let me just say that Wednesday’s post was one of my most popular ever and that I appreciated all of the back-and-forth on Facebook. I was tossing around the idea of posting the comment strain here but decided not to as I’m unsure of the legality of re-publishing comments made on there.

Anyway, switching gears, here’s a portion of a conversation between two women I overheard the other night:

Woman #1: Did you read Gone With the Wind yet?

Woman#2: No, but I’m gonna get around to it.

Woman #1: Book group is in two days, the book is like 500 pages, you’re not gonna be able to read it. (eJ – Actually the book is over 1,ooo pages.)

Woman #2: Who cares? I’ll just get shitfaced so no one asks me any questions.

Nearby Guy: Actually, you could just watch the movie version.

Woman #1: They made a movie out of that book?

Nearby Guy: Yeah, it’s pretty famous, probably more famous than the book.

Woman #2: Right. See there? I’ll just watch the movie. Do you think it’s on Netflix?

Woman #1: I’m not sure but they got every movie on Netflix, so probably. But Netflix won’t get it to you on time. Book group is on Thursday.

Woman #2: Well, just tell me the gist, so I can act like I read it.

Woman #1: It all takes place during the Civil War.

Woman #2: Oh, it’s a war story. I hate those.

Woman #1: Nah, nah, it’s not like a shoot-em-up kind of story. It’s mostly a love story between this guy named Brett (Rhett) and this woman named Scarlett. And, if you ask me, Scarlett is the biggest moron that ever lived.

Woman #2: Is it a true story?

Woman #1: I don’t think so but maybe. Why?

Woman #2: You said “the biggest moron that ever lived.” Was she a real person?

Woman #1: No, I mean, she might have actually lived but I don’t know. My point is that she was a total fucking moron.

Woman #2: Okay, why?

Woman #1: I don’t know she just was. I’m not getting into with you because you didn’t read the goddamn book. So I started to get curious about the Civil War and look up some stuff. And I learned more through Google than I did actually reading the book.

Woman #2:  You know you can’t trust all the stuff you find on Google.

Woman #1: You think I don’t know that? But I did learn some shit.

Woman #2: Okay, what did you learn? Anything good?

Woman #1: Oh yeah. Tons. Like did you know that Negroes got the right to vote before women did?

Woman #2: No shit. Wait, are you sure? Negroes? Like how long before?

Woman #1: I don’t really remember but it was a while. A couple of years, I think. I couldn’t believe it, either. I would’ve bet anything women were allowed to vote before Negroes.

Woman #2: You can’t be right about that. Women weren’t first? It was Negroes?

At that point, I had to just walk away.

People are pretty outstanding.

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A world where medical advances allow us to live forever is a terrifying thought. Imagine the crowd. ↔ Salman Rushdie

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If you’re cool like me, you’ll be at The Electric Factory in Philadelphia on Saturday, March 24th (hit that link right there to go and get tickets) to see Dr. Dog. I’m betting they’re going to play “That Old Black Hole” somewhere toward the end of their set because, wow, what a great song.

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→ Speaking of same-sex marriage, here’s Governor Christine Gregoire of Washington State doing the right thing.

Michael Vick‘s been attempting to show the world he’s a rehabilitated citizen, but it seems no one but Philadelphia Eagles fans are buying it. The guy just made the top of Forbes‘ list of America’s Most Disliked Athletes.

This isn’t true but it could be.

February 8th, 2012

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caprice [kuhprees] n. 1. a sudden, unpredictable change, as of one’s mind or the weather 2. a tendency to change one’s mind without apparent or adequate motive; whimsicality; capriciousness: With the caprice of a despotic king, he alternated between kindness and cruelty.

birthday

Jules Verne (1828), Kate Chopin (1850), Jack Lemmon (1925), Neal Cassady (1926), James Dean (1931), Ted Koppel (1940), Nick Nolte (1941), Robert Klein (1942), Creed Bratton (1943), Mary Steenburgen (1953), John Grisham (1955), Vince Neil (1961), Gary Coleman (1968), Seth Green (1974)

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Proposition 8. It sort of makes my blood boil. If you don’t know what “Prop 8” is  you can click here to find out.

Yesterday, the 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals declared “Prop 8” was unconstitutional, saying that, “Proposition 8 serves no purpose, and has no effect, other than to lessen the status and dignity of gays and lesbians in California, and to officially reclassify their relationships and families as inferior to those of opposite-sex couples.”

Finally, people in authority are judging this issue in terms of what is right and what is actually wrong.

But the fight’s not nearly over.

Surprisingly, presidential hopeful (yeah, right) Newt Gingrich disagreed: “With today’s decision on marriage by the Ninth Circuit, and the likely appeal to the Supreme Court, more and more Americans are being exposed to the radical overreach of federal judges and their continued assault on the Judeo-Christian foundations of the United States.” 

In addition, the (maybe) GOP front runner, Mitt Romney, had this to say, “I believe marriage is between a man and a woman and, as president, I will protect traditional marriage and appoint judges who interpret the Constitution as it is written and not according to their own politics and prejudices.”

Also, Rick Santorum, the first-class asshole who last night won both the Colorado and Minnesota caucuses as well as the Missouri primary, offered his opinion, “Marriage is defined and has always been defined as ‘one man and one woman.’ We simply cannot allow 50 different definitions of marriage.

(Before I continue with my point about Proposition 8, I’m stating right here and now, I will leave my friends and family behind, and flee this fucking country if Rick Santorum is elected president. This is not a hollow threat.)

In any case, the addlepated triumvirate that’s left of the GOP hopefuls finally agreed on one thing that doesn’t have anything to do with President Obama being a socialist or a communist: they all feel homosexuals don’t have the same rights as the rest of us when it comes to the pursuit of happiness.

I’m apologizing ahead of time to those of my readers who are Christian. For the record, I am not Christian or even religious. Even though I spent the majority of my education in Catholic institutions, I emerged from them with the belief that religion, for me, exhibited the same usefulness as an 8-track player. That’s not to say I disregard religion or people who have faith. Some of the greatest people I know believe in a higher power. And I respect that. All I ask is that they do the same in regards to my non-belief in one.

But when it comes to condemnation of homosexuality, I will go against anyone, especially nitwits like Gingrich, Romney and Santorum.

As for Gingrich, these “Judeo-Christian foundations of the United States,” are proof of exactly nothing. It’s Newt appealing to the religious for votes even though we’re supposed to have a separation between church and state. And I don’t want to read any response that separation of church and state only applies to certain issues because that’s bullshit. It’s all or nothing. You don’t get to choose the application when it suits you.

Romney said what he said yesterday but in 1994 he said this: “If we are to achieve the goals we share, we must make equality for gays and lesbians a mainstream concern.”  What a super fucking guy.

And Santorum. I can honestly say that when I went to find statements he’s made to elucidate my point here, I almost became physically ill reading about how this motherfucker hides behind religion and family values to push an agenda of hate-mongering that would make the staff of Fox News reconsider what they’re doing with their lives.

Bottom line is this: If you feel that homosexuals aren’t entitled to simple rights like being able to spend their lives together, own homes and adopt children, then I challenge you right here and now to explain to me why. I’ll read what you have to say and promise I’ll respond fairly.

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I love to read. It keeps the noise of the world at bay. ↔ Art Garfunkel

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Guster. Yeah, I know they’re not cool. I was once at a festival listening to them and one of the hipper acts that went before Guster came into the crowd, stood next to me and loudly asked, “What the fuck is this? Hippie frat rock?” And even though Guster was one of the bands I was there to see, I had to laugh. It was an accurate assessment. But who gives a shit? Guster’s made some of my favorite songs. And here’s one of them: “Happier.” Oh, and that dude who made the comment, and although I dig lots of his tunes, the last time I checked he’s been struggling to find his way out of the Philadelphia music scene for quite some time.

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→ One of the greatest things about Sunday’s Super Bowl was Clint Eastwood’s “It’s Halftime In America” spot. Pundits on both sides of the aisle were confounded and I’m sure that’s just what he wanted. We’re probably the only society in the world who have a few celebrities who are beyond reproach and not to be trifled with. And it’s refreshing when one of them uses their standing to make a point, even if most of us missed it entirely.

→ Everyone’s talking about Rob Gronkowski, tight end for the New England Patriots, and his well-documented partying after his team’s loss. Leave the dude alone. He ‘s a young guy who needed to blow off some steam.

Who would so something like this?

February 6th, 2012

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hotchpot [hoch-pot] n. Law. the bringing together of shares or properties in order to divide them equally, especially when they are to be divided among the children of a parent dying intestate.

birthday

Aaron Burr (1756), Babe Ruth (1895), Ronald Reagan (1911), Zsa Zsa Gábor (1917), Rip Torn (1931), Tom Brokaw (1940), Bob Marley (1945), Robert Townsend (1957), W. Axl Rose (1962), Alice Eve (1982)

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I’ve been posting my heart and soul on the internet for more than a few years now. And if I’ve learned anything at all it’s to share the good stuff and keep the garbage to yourself. Last week had about as much garbage packed into it as possible. And even so, I did have one or two good nights. But I’m not looking to have a week like that again anytime soon. ‘Nuff said.

And, no, it has nothing to do with the fact that I had to watch Madonna during the halftime show of the Super Bowl. Although that didn’t help matters at all.

In any case, I haven’t posted in a while and I’m sorry it wasn’t my best or most positive offering, but I’ll make it up to you guys sometime this week. Promise.

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There are times when two people need to step apart from one another, but there is no rule that says they have to turn and fire. ↔ Robert Brault

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I’ve been finding lots of good music lately. This is one of those songs that’s good all around, especially the lyrics. “Coming Back To a Man” by Dawes.

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A Ben Folds Five reunion? Say what? Oh, it’s all too true. Get psyched, music geeks.

→ So I don’t watch a ton of television but I am a sucker for a good cop drama and I thought Prime Suspect was a pretty solid show. But then NBC went and cancelled it. And I find that shitty.

→ How’s this for a feelgood story? “War with Iran is Inevitable” I like that (a) Iran will use “terrorist groups,” and (b) oil prices will be brought to “record highs.” What a fantastic fucking world we live in.

January 19th, 2012

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swivet [swiv-it] n. a state of nervous excitement, haste or anxiety; flutter: I was in such a swivet that I could hardly speak.

birthday

Due to yesterday’s Wikipedia blackout over SOPA and PIPA, I won’t be providing people’s birthdays today. Yeah, government is rocking it.

standpoint

So I haven’t been posting. I don’t really have an excuse worth submitting.

Also, I don’t really have a clear standpoint today. But I’m going to share some thoughts I’ve been having and you can deem them a waste of your time or not and let me know after you’re done.

→ The GOP Presidential candidates. Shit. You guys made a huge fucking mistake when you ceased being fun. Bring back Herman Cain and Michele Bachmann because the rest of you guys are sort of hateful and boring. And, c’mon, it’s gonna be Romney. And he’s gonna lose to Obama. And everyone’s gonna spend four more years bitching. I think this is something that, besides those of you who are hoping against hope, we should all just agree on.

→ On a side note, if you GOP clowns are looking to actually back someone I’d be interested in your bringing your very own Jimmy McMillan into these debates. An “exquisitely bearded 64-year old ex-postal worker” who “is no stranger to controversies?” The American public deserves to know more.

Rick Santorum is actually still in the race. Seriously? What the fuck, people? Are there still people out there who believe in what Santorum has to say? Thinly veiled racist and homophobic statements? Rick Santorum embodies the exact opposite direction this country needs to go in. If you disagree with me on that, I encourage you to drive off a fucking bridge. Seriously. If you even know how to use the internet, click on Google Maps, find the nearest bridge and step on the gas pedal. (And, Fox News has once again nailed it right on the head with this superb article that means absolutely nothing to anyone. Great job, Dan Gainor.) See what I did there with all the links? Pretty clever, right? Here’s another.

→ On a lighter note, I think I’m finally coming around to The Office without Steve Carell. Maybe I should’ve put that one first.

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What other people think of me is none of my business. ↔ Gary Oldman

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If shown this video to about a dozen people and about eleven of them loved. (The one exception was my good friend Joe who wondered if there was something wrong with me.) Joe’s objections aside, I think this song, and accompanying video is one of the best things I’ve heard in quite some time. Here’s “Losers” from The Belle Brigade.

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→ I wonder if, because of all this social networking, celebrities get pissed at each other when shit like this happens. Will Peyton Manning say something to Rob Lowe the next time their paths cross?

→ Yesterday, while painting a hallway, I listened to NPR’s interview with Nicholas Money and everything he had to say about mushrooms. It didn’t strike me until I was writing this that Samantha and I struggled over which mushroom pizza to order last night at Arpeggio’s. I guess Mr. Money’s description of various fungi didn’t make a dent. Also, if you’re thinking about dining at Arpeggio’s, seriously consider take-out. I’ve gotten better service at 3am from a strung-out diner waitress. Food was good, though.

→ Hey, if Francesco Schettino, the captain of the Costa Concordia says he “tripped” into a lifeboat, than I’m gonna take his word for it. I mean, it’s just too awful an excuse to not be true.

January 9th, 2012

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gasconade [gas-kuhneyd] n. 1. extravagant boasting; boastful talk v. 2. to boast extravagantly; bluster

birthday

Richard Nixon (1913), Bob Denver (1935), Joan Baez (1941), J. K. Simmons (1955), Dave Matthews (1967), Joey Lauren Adams (1968)

standpoint

I’m back from vacation and I’ve got lots of things to share but today I’m going to defer to my sister-in-law, Christine Speer Lejeune, and post a link to her fantastic article from the latest issue of Philadelphia Magazine.

Read it and let me know what you think.

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There’s a whole spectrum of douchebaggery. But the vast majority of peple are not part of that spectrum. ↔ Jon Cryer

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I am loving this song right now. “It’s Real” by Real Estate.

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→ Man, how pissed off are you Republicans out there? Rick Santorum is now your guy? More on this tomorrow or the next day. But chew on this while you’re waiting.

→ I was saddened to hear that Monsignor Bonner and Archbishop Prendergast will most likely be closing after this school year. I didn’t grow up in Drexel Hill but I spent lots of time there when I was younger and I know how important those schools are to the community there. Big bummer.

Stephen Hawking is most likely the smartest man alive. Also, his suppositions are lugubrious.

See You Next Year!

With the holiday season upon us and all of that, I’ve decided to take a break from the blog until after the new year. Since it’s going to be the end of the world, what with it being 2012 and all of that, there should be plenty of posts in the upcoming year, at least for as long as it lasts.

As always, thanks for reading.