05.12.11 – a thursday


hubris [hyoo-bris, hoo-] n. excessive pride or self-confidence; arrogance


Florence Nightingale (1820), Katharine Hepburn (1907), Yogi Berra (1925), Burt Bacharach (1928), Tom Snyder (1936), George Carlin (1938), Steve Winwood (1948), Gabriel Byrne (1950), Billy Squier (1950), Ving Rhames (1959), Emilio Estevez (1962), Tony Hawk (1968), Jason Biggs (1978)


I’ve been promising this for the last year or two but it’s finally going to happen. euneJeune – true story will be resurrected from the dead. The existing 13 stories will be revamped in ways that might make them marginally less accurate but exponentially more entertaining. And, for all of you who have sent me emails asking for new stories, (some emails were more demanding than others, I’m talking to you, Bill McLeer), you’ll finally get your wish.


People who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. ↔ Chuck Klosterman


The New Pornographers are one of the best bands I’ve ever seen live. And “Sing Me Spanish Techno” was one of the best songs they performed that night.


We all knew that, if we were just patient enough and played our cards right, this story would be told. Citizens of Earth, it’s a glorious and fulfilling day!

→ All of you geniuses out there pontificating as to why these natural disasters keep happening around the world and more specifically here in our country, I am formally requesting you take the energy you’re expending and channel it to spread the word about this.

Words With Friends. Usurping Angry Birds as society’s greatest time waster? Maybe. Challenge me to a game (eunejeune) and we’ll discuss it in the chat room as we play.

02.23.11 – a wednesday

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esoteric [es-uhter-ik] adj. 1. understood by or meant for only the select few who have special knowledge or interest; recondite: poetry full of esoteric allusions 2. belonging to the select few 3. private; secret; confidential 4. (of a philosophical doctrine or the like) intended to be revealed only to the initiates of a group: the esoteric doctrines of Pythagoras


W. E. B. Du Bois (1868), Peter Fonda (1940), Patricia Richardson (1951), Howard Jones (1955), Kristin Davis (1965), Emily Blunt (1983), Aziz Ansari (1983), Dakota Fanning (1994)


Since I started this blog, one of my favorite features to write has been The Wishing Well. It’s been a while since the last one, so let’s get to it.

I WISH every time I played Angry Birds I wasn’t reminded of “The Game,” an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation in which the entire crew becomes addicted to a very simple, handheld computer simulation. Once again, the creative folks behind the Star Trek franchise reveal their prognostic talents.

I WISH that when I do actually ignore my better judgement and pay attention to the news, it didn’t make me feel that this planet and the human race are headed toward becoming the universe’s greatest punchline. (I don’t have a link for this entry. There’s just too many to choose from.)

I WISH there was a law that made it legal for people like Tania Head to get pushed down a flight of stairs three times a day. If you think that’s a harsh statement, read this article and tell me you don’t agree.

I WISH I could watch one more Flyers game with my best friend Harv, followed by a beer or two at Dawson Street Pub. (For those of you who don’t know, Harvey died this past November. Sorry to bring the room down but it’s my list, after all, so deal.)

I WISH and I’m counting on all of you to come here tomorrow and read my thoughts on modern-day parenthood, easily the most requested topic among the emails. Come back tomorrow for some more. Thanks for reading.


It is not worth an intelligent man’s time to be in the majority. By definition, there are all ready enough people to do that. ↔ G. H. Hardy


If Mumford & Sons has failed to gain your notice as of yet, you need reevaluate your music listening protocols. Here’s “The Cave.” After you’re done, go listen to the rest of their catalog.


So apparently one of the little girls from the album cover of Smashing Pumpkins’ Siamese Dream is the band’s new bassist. And, get this, she didn’t share that little nugget with her new bandmates until after she was brought on. Truly, the world has gone mad.

→ For all of you who bitch and moan about how you wish you’d never joined a social networking site because you’re just “so over it,” and it’s “beneath” you, here’s instructions on how to delete yourself from some of the more popular ones. Happy trails on your noble path.

→ I wish this email from former US Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld was a fabrication but it’s real. So so so sad.

02.11.11 – a friday

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daedal [deed-l] n. 1. skillful; ingenious 2. cleverly intricate 3. diversified


Thomas Alva Edison (1847), Max Baer (1909), Sidney Sheldon (1917), Eva Gabor (1919), Lloyd Bentsen (1921), Leslie Nielsen (1926), Manuel Noriega (1934), Gene Vincent (1935), Burt Reynolds (1936), Sergio Mendes (1941), Jeb Bush (1953), Sheryl Crow (1962), Sarah Palin (1964), Ken Shamrock (1964), Jennifer Aniston (1969), Kelly Slater (1972), D’Angelo (1974), Brandy (1979)


I know today I was supposed to continue my homage to my best friend Harvey who passed away this past November but I’m not sure I’m ready just yet. To those of you who are looking forward to it, I promise I’ll deliver sooner than later.

Instead, today I’d like to discuss zombies.

Let’s face it, zombies are slowly (they don’t do anything quick) pushing vampires off the center stage of the cultural mindset.

The zombie apocalypse has a stranglehold on most all of the entertainment mediums. Literature (Cell, The Rising), movies (28 Days Later, Zombieland), television (The Walking Dead) and gaming (Resident Evil, Zombie Panic In Wonderland) are all churning out zombie-related projects at a fantastic clip.

And we’re eating it up with both hands.

But why?

Well, first, the notion of a zombie apocalypse is one supported by certain folks out there who postulate it’s something that could actually transpire. The underlying hypothesis, in simple terms, is that a neurological disease could become transmissible and spread like wildfire through the population. Basically, we could all end up with a virus that would degenerate our minds that would effectively make us zombie-like. So, unlike vampires or werewolves for example, there’s some actual scientific evidence to suggest a zombie apocalypse is possible, and some even think inevitable. And nothing really captivates the modern mind as much as the destruction of the human race can.

Which brings me to the reason I think the zombie craze really appeals to most everyone with red blood running through their veins: the majority of us figure we’ll be among the survivors. And that’s because the most appealing facet of a zombie apocalypse is they’re so damn easy to kill. All you need is an SUV with a full tank of gas, a powerful assault weapon with unlimited ammo and an IQ above 100 and, really, how hard could it really be? If Jesse Eisenberg can do it, pretty much everyone can, right?

But I don’t find zombies to be truly vexing. If the zombie apocalypse happens, I’ll do my best to steer clear of them. No, what truly concerns me is that, as a society, we’ve become fascinated with facing a foe no more dangerous than those damn pigs in Angry Birds. (All of whom I hate.) We used to daydream about fighting impossible foes against insurmountable odds. But instead, these days, we’re waging war against brainless versions of ourselves and, most of the time, we’re not even winning.


I don’t want to impress people I wouldn’t cross the road to talk to. ↔ Ricky Gervais


The 88 is a band I’m not super crazy about but I do like some of their songs. “They Ought To See You Now” is one of them.


Sad, sad day for my roommates. R.I.P. Guitar Hero.

→ The only bright side of all the chaos transpiring in Egypt right now is that, if only for a brief time, the good old U.S. of A. doesn’t appear to be the most disorganized established government on the planet.

This gentleman from Philadelphia might be off his rocker but, hey, at least he’s trying to do something to help his community. Guaranteed Michael Ta’bon’s efforts don’t get nearly as much coverage as it should.