07.18.11 – a monday

word

usufruct [yoo-zoo-fruhkt, -soo-, yooz-yoo, yoos-] n. Roman and Civil law the right of enjoying all the advantages derivable from the use of something that belongs to another, as far as is compatible with the substance of the thing not being destroyed or injured

birthday

Machine Gun Kelly (1895), Hume Cronyn (1911), Red Skelton (1913), Nelson Mandela (1918), John Glenn (1921), Hunter S. Thompson (1937), James Brolin (1940), Joe Torre (1940), Steve Forbes (1947), Sir Richard Branson (1950), Vin Diesel (1967), Kristen Bell (1980)

standpoint

So, yes, admittedly it’s been a while. I’m not updating with the frequency that most of you would like and, truthfully, I’ve got no real excuse.

But I’m back, at least for today, and here’s some things currently taking up space in my brain.

→ I can’t wait for the Harry Potter movies to go away and I suspect Daniel Radcliffe would agree with me on this one. I’ve never seen one all the way through and I don’t really feel a tremendous sense of loss over it. Also, I don’t want to hear one more person say to me, “But, dude, you should read the books. The books are so good.” I’m not reading the books. I simply have no interest. And while I’m at it, I’m not going to read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo books, either. I understand that society deems me a bad person because of my refusal to read these books. I’m going to have to live with that.

→ Everyone needs to calm down about yesterday’s FIFA’s Women’s World Cup Final. In case you missed it, and there’s a good chance you did, Japan beat the US in a match that went down to the wire, ending in penalty-kick shootout that didn’t quite go our way. The outcome was beneficial for all: the Japanese people got a well-deserved reason to celebrate and we Americans got to bitch for a couple of hours about something we’ve all ready forgotten by now.

→ People are actually giving money to the campaign of this execrable, loathsome fuckstick (pardon the language). Also, I’ve changed my mind yet again on this crazy bitch. We’re in for some serious shit here, people. Get ready.

That’s it for today. Thanks for reading.

quotation

Depression is rage spread thin. ↔ George Santayana

tune

The other day, I went to Main Street Music as part of my “secret mission.” (There’s only one of you who will understand what I mean by that.) And, as sometimes happens, I like whatever particular song happens to be playing and an impulse buy ensues. And now I own Within And Without by Washed Out. Here’s “Amor Fati.”

gallimaufry

I have no idea what to say about this. But I hope Mila Kunis actually goes through with it.

→ With all of the uncertainties revolving around the Philadelphia Flyers‘ upcoming season, I didn’t need this news.

→ Of all the apps out there, I think this one is my current favorite.

05.04.11 – a wednesday

word

ambit [am-bit] n. 1. circumference; circuit 2. boundary; limit 3. a sphere of operation or influence; range; scope: the ambit of such an action

birthday

Horace Mann (1796), Audrey Hepburn (1929), Paul Gleason (1939), Pia Zadora (1954), Randy Travis (1959), Will Arnett (1970)

standpoint

I understand things. Some individuals who think they know me might not share that opinion but those individuals
are flat out wrong.

But, like a lot of you out there, I encounter certain people, situations, etc., and I’m forced to my hands up in the air, mutter one profanity or another, and admit that I just don’t get it.

For instance, and I know I’m drilling the death of Osama bin Laden into the ground, but why in the world is the White House (as of the time I’m writing these words) deliberating the release of photos taken after bin Laden was shot or when they dropped his sorry ass into the ocean? Human beings need proof. Unless we actually see the dude’s bullet-riddled cranium, it’ll only be a matter of days until everyone starts making up stories about how he’s still alive. And that’s way worse than exposing us to some gruesome snapshots.

In addition, why, if the Navy SEALs’ only objective was to kill bin Laden, would it matter if he was unarmed when they busted into his room? He could’ve had a bazooka resting on his shoulder, the outcome would’ve been the same.

Also, I don’t get how anyone could think that the original Die Hard isn’t a comedy as well as an action movie? Or, how anyone can drive anywhere without getting into a car accident since, by my estimation, about 90% of licensed drivers need to be retested? Or, why everyone doesn’t have a gmail account? Or, why so many people disagreed with a portion of one of my recent posts in which I asserted that the fennec fox is possibly the cutest animal on the planet? (Seriously, folks, what in the hell is wrong with you?)

quotation

There is no cure for birth and death, save to enjoy the interval. ↔ George Santayana

tune

Free Energy is a band that’s kind of from Philadelphia and I can’t decide whether I like them or find them annoying. But I do like this song, “Something In Common.”

gallimaufry

This dude should go straight to jail. No trial. Just incarceration until he learns to behave himself.

→ Admittedly, this is a little simple but still nonetheless true.

→ Any Phillies fans out there who still have negative shit to say about Cole Hamels need to check out last night’s game. My favorite part, however, was when Jayson Werth took off his helmet and tipped it to the crowd. Classy move.

12.16.09 – A Wednesday

WORD

captious [kap-shuhs] adj.1. apt to notice and make much of trivial faults or defects; faultfinding; difficult to please 2. proceeding from a faultfinding or caviling disposition: He could never praise without adding a captious remark 3. apt or designed to ensnare or perplex, esp. in argument: captious questions

BIRTHDAY

Catherine of Aragon (1485), Ludwig van Beethoven (1770), Jane Austen (1775), George Santayana (1863), Sir Noël Coward (1899), Margaret Mead (1901), Billy Gibbons (1949), Bill Hicks (1961), William “The Refrigerator” Perry (1962), Benjamin Bratt (1963), Paul van Dyk (1971)

STANDPOINT

About 80% of the people I know are married with children, working the archetypal American work week. Of that 80%, probably 95% seem quizzically amused when I respond with disdain toward things like early morning phone calls, early morning obligations and mostly anything at all involving the early morning. And, just so we’re on the same page, I define “early morning” as any time before 10am.

You see, I’m a bartender. And my hours are different from most. I go to work an hour or two before the rest of the world is calling it a day and, most days, I climb into bed only a few hours before everyone else’s alarm clocks blast them out of sleep.

It’s not like I haven’t spent chunks of my life getting up early. I have. But, simply, I’ve rejected it as something I’m unwilling to participate in. And that doesn’t sit well with most because they’ve trouble grasping a scenario in which a grown man wakes up at 11am on a Wednesday morning. Logically, such a man must be doing something terribly wrong with his life. Why else would he be asleep instead of being “responsible?”

And it’s pretty interesting and hilarious because, regardless of race, religion or class status, most everyone who wakes when it’s still dark, gets the kids off to school before heading out themselves to their more traditional 9 to 5 job, all increduously shake their heads and roll their collective eyes when they find out someone their own age is not doing the exact same thing.

But what’s truly wrong with choosing an alternative lifestyle? Being single and childless in your mid-thirties can hardly be classifid as a crime against humanity. It’s perfectly acceptable to be a little selfish in the pursuit of personal happiness. There’s no sin in allowing yourself to be as free from responsibility and restraints as possible. Nothing dishonest about wanting to be convivial and well-rested.

There’s more of us out there than I’m pretty sure most of you realize. And one day, we might just wake up before noon and get organized in an attempt to remind society that, hey, we’re people too. We’ll covince “acceptable” folks we’re not all that bad and, yes, we can conduct ourselves properly at dinner parties and other customary affairs.

Mark my words. There’ll come a time when we walk freely among the rest of civilized society. Granted, it’ll be early afternoon after we’ve checked our email and gotten a little something to eat. But, we’ll be there all the same. Can’t wait!

QUOTATION

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.Cyril Connolly

TUNE

The other night, I was in my second favorite bed and couldn’t sleep. So I listened to Cake‘s Motorcade of Generosity about five times before eventually dozing off. I really like “Ruby Sees All.”

GALLIMAUFRY

→ Not really happy to see Cliff Lee traded from the Philadelphia Phillies, but apparently Ruben Amaro Jr. worked out some magical deal in acquiring Roy Halladay and a few blue-chip prospects in a three-way trade with the Toronto Blue Jays and Seattle Mariners.

→ While I write this, I’m struggling with which kind of Facebook status annoys me more. Those in which people, who are more than a few years away from turning 40, wonder publicly about when they “got old,” or those in which people try to convince their friends on the virtue of being a Republican/Democrat/Whatever. More on this, I think, in tomorrow’s post.

→ For the record, from here on out, I’m going to be updating this blog three times a week. That’s just the how I’m rollin’. I’m fully aware it will render this blog not exactly “daily,” but we’re all going to keep a stiff upper lip here.