08.15.11 – a monday

word

entelechy [en-teluh-kee] n. 1. a realization or actuality as opposed to a potentiality 2. (in vitalist philosophy) a vital agent or force directing growth and life

birthday

Napoleon Bonaparte (1769), Sir Walter Scott (1771), Charles Comiskey (1859), Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (1875), Edna Ferber (1885), Julia Child (1912), Oscar Peterson (1925), Debra Messing (1968), Anthony Anderson (1970), Ben Affleck (1972), Natasha Henstridge (1974)

standpoint

To quote rock legend Aaron Lewis, “It’s been a while.” (I couldn’t remember that dude’s name and had to look it up. Sadly, Staind is still in existence. Why is it that the suckiest bands never seem to go away?) In any case, here’s some of the inconsequential nonsense floating around my cranium.

→ I’ve got a ton of t-shirts, each cooler than the next. It’s true. I recently found my He-Man and the Masters of the Universe t-shirt and I’ve been getting solid feedback on it. (That’s not me in the picture, it’s one of those pretentious t-shirt models.)

→ I finally watched Inception. It was good, not great.

→ I watched The A-Team movie again. It totally blew. Again.

→ Philadelphia dive bars. Ever since Brian McManus wrote a book , I’ve been involved in several conversations concerning real dive bars. (Sorry, brother, but Oscar’s? McGlinchey’s?) For my money, the Casmar Cafe in Conshohocken and Towey’s Tavern in Chestnut Hill (which I won’t even link to) are tied for the dive bar championship. McManus’ bars are simply a collection of spots that truly test hipsters’ comfort threshold.

→ The Ames Straw Poll is yet another reason I’m seriously considering moving to South America. Christ. Are you kidding me?

quotation

No one can get inner peace by pouncing on it. ↔ Harry Emerson Fosdick

tune

Foster The People‘s “Houdini” is one straight-up kickass track. I listen to it at least once a day. Minimum.

gallimaufry

“This has been a wake-up call for our country.” You think, Einstein?

→ If you’re one of the New York Giants fans who posted comments on Steve Smith’s Facebook page, the rest of us are wondering if maybe it’s high time you explored some therapy options in your surrounding community.

→ Sucks. TLA Video will be out of business within the next year. The times, oh, they are a changin’.

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05.10.11 – a tuesday

word

splenetic [spli-net-ik] adj. 1. of the spleen; splenic 2. irritable; peevish; spiteful 3. Obsolete. affected with, characterized by, or tending to produce melancholy  n. 4. a splenetic person

birthday

John Wilkes Booth (1838), Fred Astaire (1899), David O. Selznick (1902), Donovan (1946), Chris Berman (1955), Mark David Chapman (1956)Sid Vicious (1957), Bono (1962), Young MC (1967), Kenan Thompson (1978)

standpoint

I’ve always been a huge proponent of the way the world has changed since the internet came along. Some people agree with me and deal with me as I go on and on about it. Others don’t and continually ask me to shut the hell up and/or change the damn subject all ready.

I think the internet brings the world together. At least, I’m pretty sure it does. But one thing I’m completely sure about is that the internet is informative. There’s lots of stuff to peruse out there on the information superhighway. (Wow. My auto-correct didn’t give the word “superhighway” one of those squiggly lines it usually does when it can’t figure out what the hell I’m talking about. What more evidence could you possibly need? The internet is for real, folks.)

All right, so by now you know I’m digging on the internet and all of its advantages. Well, not all of them. The other day, I heard a story involving Yelp.com that’s making me, someone who’s spent most of my adult life in the restaurant business, reconsider my stance.

Here’s the gist of it: A restaurant receives a superb 3-Bell review from the Philadelphia Inquirer‘s Craig LaBan. After reading that, some dude whose Yelp nickname is “Tough Critic” decides to try the place out for himself with his mom and one other person in tow.

“Tough Critic” has obviously been to a few restaurants and maybe even worked in some. He details most every part of his experience, the food, the decor, the clean bathrooms. He even goes so far as to drop the names of the two owners because that’s what you do when you want people to think you’re someone of note.

By his own Yelp review, the guy has a relatively solid experience, giving the place three stars, although he does make sure to mention if he were LaBan (which is probably something this guy routinely fantasizes about), he would have only given 2-Bells to LaBan’s 3-Bells.

Because “Tough Critic” is perturbed with the service he receives from his waiter. He describes his server with statements such like, “not properly trained,” “he just didn’t care,” “huge annoyance,” and, my personal favorite, “knucklehead.” (Also, I actually laughed “Tough Critic” thought it prudent to mention how his mommy started giving the server “the evil eye.”)

After I heard about this review from a fellow service industry employee, and then again after actually reading it, I became increasingly annoyed. Because when assholes like “Tough Critic” submit their clever and narcissistic reviews online, they’re mainly focused on letting everyone know how unhappy they are about how things didn’t go as perfect as they envisioned after reading a food critic’s review. God forbid.  What doesn’t concern these dipshits is that they might actually be screwing around with someone’s life. Restaurant owners, some of them anyway, read online reviews and some of them even act on what is written there.

Even the best of us have bad days at work. To state otherwise is contrary to reason. For those of you who like to give your opinion in one online forum or another, I’m not begrudging you your right to do so. All I’m asking is that you think about the people who might be unfairly effected by the judgment you delve out after a  measly two-hour experience.

(NOTE: I left out some specifics because I am not looking to disparage any establishment or individual.)

quotation

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that’s all. ↔ Oscar Wilde

tune

My friend Tyler told me heard a song on the radio that I might like. And he was right on. Here’s “Pumped Up Kicks” by Foster The People.

gallimaufry

What’s going to be the bigger danger? Terrorist responses to the death of Osama bin Laden? Or the nervous paranoia of the American people? Only time will tell…

→ Aw, come on! I thought these two kids were gonna go the distance.

→ That’s it for today, folks, thanks for reading!