01.07.10 – A Thursday

WORD

libertine [lib-er-teen, -tin] n. 1. a person who is morally or sexually unrestrained, esp. a dissolute man; a profligate; rake 2. a freethinker in religious matters 3. a person freed from slavery in ancient Rome adj. 4. free of moral, esp. sexual, restraint; dissolute; licentious 5. freethinking in religious matters 6. Archaic. unrestrained; uncontrolled

BIRTHDAY

Millard Fillmore (1800), Kenny Loggins (1948), Steven Williams (1949), Erin Gray (1950), David Caruso (1956), Nicolas Cage (1964), Doug E. Doug (1970), Jeremy Renner (1971), Dustin Diamond (1977)

STANDPOINT

Today, rather than looking back on the year that was, I’d like to focus on the year to come. 2010 (or 2KX as some are calling it) needs to better in lots of ways by eliminating some of the awfulness of 2009. Here’s some people and things I’d like to see go away this upcoming year.

  • War – I’m not exactly the most politically aware person alive but I do know that all the garbage this country is involved with in the Middle East is just that – garbage. Bring our friends and family, serving in the military, home. What good has come from all this bloodshed anyway? Not a goddamn thing.
  • Glenn Beck – I have trouble imagining that even the most right-wing of individuals out there aren’t sick of listening to this jackass get up on his brokedown soapbox and declare how unfit President Obama is with thinly veiled racist commentary. Even the folks at FOX News have to be embarrassed for their involvement with Beck by now.
  • The Bad Economy – I have stated this before: I’ve a very rudimentary understanding of economic matters. It’s true. But I’m smart enough to ascertain a good portion of these hard times is perpetuated by fear. We need to concentrate on good ideas and viable solution in the interest of fixing what’s wrong and stop reporting on and worrying about what’s all ready transpired. Unfortunately, the collective selfishness of our society combined with the total inability of our government to cooperate with each other will pretty much guarantee that won’t happen.
  • Complaining – I am dog tired of finger pointing and whining. If you want something to change, get out there and work to make it happen. Otherwise, I cordially invite you to shut the fuck up and go about your day. Thank you.
  • Celebrity Culture – Even if you’re someone like me, and you actively try to dodge all the nonsense out there being reported as news, it’s unavoidable. It’s bothersome. Do I care that some dude on some reality television show left his wife and eight kids? Sucks for the kids, but it’s not my problem. Does it bother me that professional athletes take performance enhancing drugs? Sure, it’s dishonest but I’m not entirely sure why I should be concerned. Do I really need to know that the guy who played Batman flipped out on the set of some movie? Seems like he has some anger issues but I’ll never meet him so it’s not truly upsetting. The truth is that if we spent as much time concentrating on real problems and less time spying on the entertainers of the world, it might actually be the start of resolving some stuff.
QUOTATION

Let’s be very honest about what this is about. It’s not about bashing Democrats, it’s not about taxes, they have no idea what the Boston tea party was about, they don’t know their history at all. This is about hating a black man in the White House. This is racism straight up.Janeane Garofalo

TUNE

Been listening to a lot of Blind Pilot. For the time being, “Poor Boy” is my favorite.

GALLIMAUFRY

Actor Gary Coleman was hospitalized yesterday after complaining of not feeling well. Here’s hoping you have a speedy recovery, brother.

→ How could next week possibly suck? Vampire Weekend and Spoon releasing albums on the same day? Shit, yeah.

→ I’ve been trying to find the perfect time to share this piece from The Onion about Michael Vick. I figure, what with the Philadelphia Eagles most likely en route to a first round exit from the playoffs, now’s as good a time as any. It’s meant to be funny and it is. But I think it is the possibly the most honest thing written about Vick in the past year.

11.12.09 – A Thursday

WORD

platitude [plat-i-tood, -tyood] n. 1. a flat, dull, or trite remark, esp. one uttered as if it were fresh or profound 2. the quality or state of being flat, dull, or trite: the platitude of most political oratory

BIRTHDAY

Bartomoleo Bandinelli (1493), Elizabeth Cady Stanton (1815), Auguste Rodin (1840), Karl Marx (1897), Jo Stafford (1917), Kim Hunter (1922), Charles Manson (1934), Mills Lane (1936), Booker T. Jones (1944), Al Michaels (1944), Neil Young (1945), Megan Mullally (1958), Sammy Sosa (1968), Tonya Harding (1970), Tevin Campbell (1976), Ryan Gosling (1980), Anne Hathaway (1982)

STANDPOINT

One things that bugs the shit out of me is when someone, after finding I lean toward the indie rock persuasion in terms of music listening, will classify me as a “music snob.”

The reason it irks me is because it’s simply not true. Well, not completely true anyhow. There’s truth to the idea I look down my nose at artists like Pink, Britney Spears and Kanye West. But it’s only because I think that those artists (and about a million more) really concentrate on finding new ways to suck. And not just at music. At life, as well.

However, if you like those artists and want to listen to them, feel free. Yu can turn them on and dance around your living room and scream the moronic lyrics at the top of your lungs for all I care.

You see, because while I have discerning musical tastes, I am all for you listening to whatever makes you happy. Even if that same music makes me uncontrollably sad. Listen to what you like. It’s your choice.

The problem I have is when someone like you tries to engage me in some sort of debate about musis, lecturing me on the finer, more subtle points of music. Here’s where I gotta stop you.

As I stated before, listen to what you like. But, please, for both our benefit make no attempts to persuade me one way or another about the musical merits of the new Green Day album or how I don’t really understand what Taylor Swift is really singing about. I do. I get it. And, as you’ve made a conscious decision to like that kind of thing, I’ve chosen to go the exact opposite way with my listening pleasure.

So when you call me a “music snob,” you should not be too surprised when the next 30,000 words that come out of my mouth are directed squarely at you, your intellgence and your lack of depth.

Because, really, what’s the difference between you accusing me of being too deep to understand the simplicity of simple music, and me accusing you of being too much of a simpleton to understand the simplicity of great music?

Guess that clears that up. Glad we had this talk.

QUOTATION

What is the feeling when you’re driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It’s the too huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.Jack Kerouac

TUNE

Seems like a ton of bands are doing the return-to-rock thing. (See Kings of Leon, My Morning Jacket) Usually, I dislike these trends. Furthermore, I hate being told what to like by anyone. But, being the music geek I am, forcing myself to listen to everything I possibly can (within limits) is something I just need to do. And, sometimes, I stumble upon a band that, despite myself, I kind of really dig. Like Alberta Cross, the NYC-based via London band that just released its debut album, Broken Side of Time. Check out “ATX.”

GALLIMAUFRY

THR.com has published a list of the top male TV earners. Tops? Simon Cowell at $75 million a year. No surprise there. Number 10 was a bit of a surprise, though. David Caruso at $9 million per year. All you hammy actors out there have some hope. (Personally, I love watching Caruso in CSI:Miami.)

→ I posted this on Facebook yesterday but I had to share it again here. This is one of the most ridiculous commercials I’ve ever seen. And up here in Phoenixville PA, it’s on like non-stop. It’s for KIA of West Chester and it’s almost making me want to got there and pretend I want to buy a car. Just to see if these dudes are equally hopped-up off camera. My favorite part is when the one dude, Anthony, gets cut off in the middle of the catch phrase, “THAT’S CRAAAZY!” Indeed.

→ The dude who started the Twitter account @shitmydadsays has signed a TV deal with CBS, after signing a book deal recently. Congrats, brother. I love it when stuff like that happens. My favorite tweet of his so far? “Son, no one gives a shit about all the things your cell phone does. You didn’t invent it, you just bought it. Anybody can do that.”

09.29.09 – A Tuesday

WORD

recondite [rekuhn-dahyt, ri-kon-dahyt] adj. 1. dealing with very profound, difficult, or abstruse subject matter: a recondite treatise 2. beyond ordinary knowledge or understanding; esoteric: recondite principles 3. little known; obscure: a recondite fact

BIRTHDAY

Kenny Baker (1912), Buddy Rich (1917), Truman Capote (1924), Elie Wiesel (1928), Angie Dickinson (1930), Johnny Mathis (1935), Frankie Lymon (1942), Barry Williams (1954), Fran Drescher (1957), Eric Stoltz (1961), Crystal Bernard (1961), Trey Anastasio (1964), Kathleen Madigan (1965), Jenna Elfman (1971), Kieran Culkin (1982)

STANDPOINT

There’s a bunch of things drawing my ire today, but nothing I’m prepared to expound on. In the meantime, check these out.

CSI: Miami‘s David Caruso‘s endless opening one liners.

 

From 1959, an interview with Jack Kerouac from The Steve Allen Show.

 

A video that should convince of Eric Lindros‘ ultimate prowess in the NHL.

 

QUOTATION

An ordinary man can… surround himself with two thousand books… and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is possible to be happy.Augustine Birrell

TUNE

Sometimes, you can listen to a song 405 times. Obviously, you dig the song. Or, at least, that’s what the Play Count on your iPod is trying its best to indicate. But then, you’ve got your earbuds in while  sitting on the back porch during your favorite time of day. You’re thinking about a certain aspect of your life, pondering what’s happened and what the future might have in store. And the song comes on. For the 406th time. Due to your mindset, and the particulars occupying your brain, you hear that song again, but, also, for the first time. That happened to me about a week back. I finally heard “Turn On Me” in the exact right context. The lyrics are really kind of awesome. Truthfully, I’d kind of soured on The Shins, but I’m back to thinking James Mercer got the goods.  

GALLIMAUFRY

→ I love reading stories about people who, in the face of adversity, do things I don’t think I’d be capable of doing. Here’s the story of Ken Green. Dude was in an RV, driven by his brother, riding with his girlfriend and his dog. The RV crashed. He was the only survivor and had to get his leg amputated. And, still, the man wants to keep golfing. The human spirit can be inspiring from time to time.

→ Despite my cynical bluster, I’m a perpetual optimist. Even so, I thought, after Donovan McNabb went down in Week 1, and the Philadelphia Eagles announced Kevin Kolb would be the starter in his absence, no good would come from it. I was wrong. Kolb only managed to become the ONLY NFL quarterback to throw for over 300 yards in his first two starts ever.

→ Often, like all of us, experts can be wrong. “When Pounds Go Away, Sleep Apnea May Improve” seems to be an article making complete sense. In the past year and a half, I’ve lost 50 lbs. But my sleep apnea has gotten worse. My doctors are a bit baffled/tickled by it. I’m glad it’s something novel and out-of-the-ordinary for them. Guess it breaks up their days to wonder why. However, last week I slept next to someone who struggled to get herself air about 80% of the night. Kinda scary shit. Just give me the CPAP machine all ready. I don’t care how “unsexy” it is.