February 15th, 2012

word

anomie [anuh-mee] n. Sociology. a state or condition of individuals or society characterized by a breakdown or absence of social norms and values, as in the case of uprooted people

birthday

Galileo Galilei (1564), Susan B. Anthony (1820), Harvey Korman (1927), Jane Seymour (1951), Matt Groening (1954), Chris Farley (1964), Conor Oberst (1980)

standpoint

I have nothing substantive to share today. I hope everyone had as great a Valentine’s Day as I did. You most likely deserved it. 🙂

And for my Facebook followers who are wondering why I took down my sardonic status update from last night, it’s because I’m trying to turn over a new leaf and be an accepting guy. But, christ, sometimes you people make it harder than it needs to be.

quotation

The language of friendship is not words but meanings. ↔ Henry David Thoreau

tune

So my nephew (and godson) is heavily into hip-hop. The other day I sent him the following video clip for “Electric Relaxation” by A Tribe Called Quest and asked him what he thought. His response was this: “Not a bad song and not a great one.” I just didn’t know how to properly respond. I guess he’ll eventually figure it out, right?

gallimaufry

Who out there was surprised by Oprah’s actions here? If you weren’t, you need to really explore why the hell you like Oprah so much.

→ See? You all thought I was nuts. For months I’ve been telling everyone who’d listen that Malachy the Pekingese was going to roll right over the competition at this year’s Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Now who’s laughing? (Before I get responses to this, I was being facetious. I had no idea who Malachy was before I read about him last night. It may seem weird to some of you that I have explain that but I can show you emails that would make your head spin. WordPress needs to develop a sense of humor filter.)

→ And just when you thought the Jerry Sandusky thing couldn’t get worse, here come this. Awfulness of the highest order.

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07.12.11 – a tuesday

word

thrasonical [threy-son-i-kuhl] adj. boastful; vainglorious

birthday

Henry David Thoreau (1817), George Washington Carver (1864), Pablo Neruda (1904), Milton Berle (1908), Andrew Wyeth (1917), Bill Cosby (1937), Richard Simmons (1948), Topher Grace (1978), Michelle Rodriguez (1978)

standpoint

So, I’m researching The Princess Bride last night for today’s standpoint and I happen upon this. (Sorry, no embedding for some odd reason.) And then this comes up.

Then I started thinking about Star Wars and up pops the original trailer from 1977 and as much as I love the movie now, if I were watching television back then and saw the following preview, I never would’ve gone to see it.

So I’m checking that out, wondering if maybe I spend too much time on YouTube and I occurs to me that I’ve been doing this blog for over two years now (off and on) and I’ve never shared the one and only video featuring yours truly on the internet.

After that, I looked at the clock and it was time for bed.

quotation

I hate quotations. Tell me what you know. ↔ Ralph Waldo Emerson

tune

The dude might whistle too much but I’ve always loved Andrew Bird‘s “Fake Palindromes.”

gallimaufry

The other day, I heard about planking from one of my Sunday (Funday) regulars. It’s one of those simple things that reminds me life can be supremely funny.

→ Why in the world do they have to remake everything? Some movies are perfect just the way they are. Although I will admit that I’m sort of intrigued about this one.

→ Because of this blog, I read a lot of asinine stories. This one is up there on the list of the most ridiculous bullshit I’ve encountered. Also, these fantastic people live right around the corner from me.

04.29.10 – A Thursday

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word

chicanery [shi-key-nuh-ree, chi-] n. 1. trickery or deception by quibbling or sophistry: He resorted to the worst flattery and chicanery to win the job 2. a quibble or subterfuge used to trick, deceive, or evade

birthday

William Randolph Hearst (1863), Duke Ellington (1899), Hirohito (1901), Lonnie Donegan (1931), Bernard Madoff (1938), Richard Kline (1944), Dale Earnhardt (1951), Nora Dunn (1952), Jerry Seinfeld (1954), Kate Mulgrew (1955), Daniel Day-Lewis (1957), Michelle Pfeiffer (1958), Eve Plumb (1958), Master P (1967), Carnie Wilson (1968), Andre Agassi (1970), Uma Thurman (1970), Barbaro (2003)

standpoint

It’s true that humans are my least favorite animals. I’m a big fan of the rest of them, though. Sometimes, I think other animals are quite lucky. No sense of individuality. No hang ups about death. No concept of time. No supposition on what’s right or wrong. Except for the constraints folks like us place on them, the balance of the animal kingdom enjoy freedoms in a way we humans once did but never will again. Whether we know it or not, that’s why we have pets.

We hold our pets in higher regard. And we should. Some get a little too carried away with it. You always hear about crazy cat people who thought it was a perfectly sound idea to take in 320 felines into a two-bedroom house. I was once at a good friend’s wedding where I had the misfortune of sitting at a table with a gentleman who conducted a 45-minute monologue on such topics as how his dog liked to run on one specific side of the dog park, preferred to chew on his work shoes but left the guy’s sneakers alone, fancied one type of dog food over another. It was pretty hard to sit through.

But those are the extremists. Most of us have pets and we love them more conventionally.

I have cats. And I dig them. Pudds and Buckley. They fascinate me. They’re crazy and affectionate and amazing. I can’t explain why they do the insane things they do but I don’t care. Sure, they’re my pets but, in my opinion, that’s a prosaic designation. More so, my cats are my friends. And, whether you have cats or dogs or fish or birds or monkeys, that’s what pets are. Friends. (Due to some shuffling around that was going on about a year ago, I had to take Pudds and Buckley to stay with my parents. I miss them everyday but my mother and father fell in love with the two weirdos and even though I’m in a situation where I could conceivably take them back, I wouldn’t dream of doing so. The four of them – my parents and my cats – are so happy together, it makes little sense to break them up.)

Your pets spend all day waiting for you to come home and when you do, they don’t care about anything else except you’re back. They don’t care if you lost your job, if wrecked your car, etc. They just want to hang with you. It’s a supremely pure relationship in that it’s unconditional.

So, today, I’m asking all of you to give a little shout-out to your pets. Take them on an extra long walk. But them a toy or treat. Give them a special meal. If roles were reversed, they’d do it for you.

Me and Buckley and Pudds

quotation

It often happens that a man is more humanely related to a cat or a dog than to any human being. Henry David Thoreau

tune

2010 is turning out to be the year all of my favorite music artists are releasing new material. The latest to do so is Teenage Fanclub. The Scottish mainstays will release Shadows here in the States on June 8th. Here’s a preview – “Baby Lee.”

gallimaufry

→ The NHL playoffs this season have been amazing, especially in the Eastern Conference where the bottom three seeds successfully knocked off the top three. I haven’t looked into it but I’d wager that’s a first. The East, considered the stronger conference this year, may have shot itself in the foot if the San Jose Sharks start playing as amazing as they’re capable.

Life on Mars? Who gives a shit? Let’s turn the telescopes and probes back onto ourselves.

→ Just yesterday afternoon, I was thinking how great it would be if Hollywood could find a way to put out more crap. Luckily, I read this last night and it answered my prayers.

Tuesday – September 1st

After a month off, I’m back. Going to be tweaking this old blog quite a bit to get it where I know (deep down) it should be. I’ll be aggresively reshaping things and reworking sections. It may appear different from one day to the next as I attempt to find the perfect look and feel for your favorite blog. As usual, comments are always encouraged.

Word

 rubric[roo-brik] n. 1. a title, heading, direction, or the like, in a manuscript, book, statute, etc., written or printed in red or otherwise distinguished from the rest of the text 2. a direction for the conduct of divine service or the administration of the sacraments, inserted in liturgical books 3. any established mode of conduct or procedure; protocol 4. an explanatory comment; gloss 5. a class or category 6. Archaic. red ocher adj. 7. written, inscribed in, or marked with or as with red; rubrical 8. Archaic. red; ruddy

Birthday

 Engelbert Humperdinck (1854), Richard Farnsworth (1920), Rocky Marciano (1923), Art Pepper (1925), Boxcar Willie (1931), Ann W. Richards (1933), Conway Twitty (1933), Lily Tomlin (1939), Barry Gibb (1946), Dr. Phil McGraw (1950), Nicu Ceausescu (1951), Billy Blanks (1955), Gloria Estefan (1957), Kenny Mayne (1959), Bam Bam Bigelow (1961), Mohammed Atta (1968), Padma Lakshmi (1970), Jimmy Snuka Jr. (1971)

Standpoint

All right. While I was on my hiatus, my football team – The Philadelphia Eagles – signed ex-convict Michael Vick. Since I have been one of the biggest opponents of Vick‘s return to the NFL (not to mention society), I’m very much aware of the irony he’ll be wearing Eagles‘s green this autumn. Is it deplorable? Yes. Does it suck? Definitely. Can we do anything about it? Not at all. And, even if we could, it appears unlikely we even would.

Since the announcement of the signing, I’ve been listening to what everyone has to say on the issue (and it’s a lot), and whether an individual is completely outraged or just mildly annoyed by Vick coming to Philadelphia, it seems like everyone has he same plan for demonstrating their dismay. Not doing anything at all. For the record, posting anonymously on an internet message board or calling into a sports talk show does not qualify as taking a stand. Sorry.

According to official sources, “fewer than 10” season ticket holders have resigned and exactly none of the Eagles’ 44 corporate sponsors have withdrawn due to the Vick signing. So, while everyone with a working voice box was condemning Eagles’ management when it was announced and most fans were walking around staring incredulously at each other, asking the same question (“What the fuck?”), everything has returned to normal and I’m guessing Andy Reid and company knew that would be the case.

I still think Michael Vick is a disgusting excuse for a man, but now I’m looking at the rest of us and asking myself the same WTF question from above. Most likely, the reality is that we’ve become a bunch of gasbags who get animated and vocal about the things that bother us. Unfortunately, we’re not willing to do something as simple as depriving ourselves of watching a football game to try to force others to do the right thing.

Quotation

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.Henry David Thoreau

Tune

I’m in the middle of one of those phases I go through in which I try to find as much new music as humanly possible. So I’m listening to lots of stuff right now. Some good. Some not so much. One of the good I’ve come upon is Morning State – a band from Atlanta, GA. Check out “Oh Yeah.” (The YouTube video for this is weird, set to the opening of MST3K.) 

Gallimaufry

Check out my buddy John Sellers‘ piece – How Not To Behave On “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” – from TrueSlant.com. It’s funny because it’s true. Especially Rule 3.

Go on MyFOXPhilly.com and vote for RiverCrest Golf Club and Preserve in the category of Best Wedding Venue. You know. As a favor to me.

My good friend has started a new blog – Inspire Films and Television. Go take a visit and show him some love.

04.22.09 – Wednesday

Today is Earth Day!

Word: espouse [i-spouz, i-spous] v. 1. to make one’s own; adopt or embrace, as a cause 2. to marry 3. to give (a woman) in marriage

Birthday: Immanuel Kant (1724), Vladimir Lenin (1870), Vladimir Nabokov (1899), Robert Oppenheimer (1904), Charles Mingus (1922), Aaron Spelling (1923), Charlotte Rae (1926), Richard Donner (1930), Glen Campbell (1936), Jack Nicholson (1937), John Waters (1946), Peter Frampton (1950), Paul Carrack (1951), Marilyn Chambers (1952), Ryan Stiles (1959), Byron Allen (1961), Jeffrey Dean Morgan (1966), Daniel Johns (1979)

Ocurrence: 1970 – The first ever Earth Day is held.

Standpoint: Twitter. You can’t escape it. It’s everywhere. In the past month, I haven’t read a newspaper or watched a talk show where there hasn’t there wasn’t some reference to Twitter, “tweets,” “twittering,” “tweeting” or one of the myriad of other new terms that has invaded the English language because of the overwhelming popularity of the social networking site. If you haven’t heard of it, you must be purposely trying to avoid it. Twitter (and everything to do with it) is currently big news. Last week, Ashton Kutcher challenged CNN to a race to see which one could get to 1 million followers first. Kutcher won. Also last week, Oprah Winfrey publicly joined Twitter on her show where her guest was Evan Williams, Twitter’s CEO. Her first tweet was unsuccessful. Some guy named Corey Menscher has invented the Kickbee, a device a pregnant woman can wear that will detect her baby “kicking” and post a tweet about it.

I joined Twitter a little over a month ago. I railed against it for a while, but finally succumbed. Really just to figure out what the hell it was all about. So, what have I learned? In essence, Twitter is primarily an outlet for people to braindump. Some denominate it microblogging. I think it of it as more full-dress insanity. The tweets come fast and furious. I’m not particular about who I follow or who I allow to follow me. I employ Twitter to drum up additional traffic for this blog, so I figure, the more the merrier.

But individuals are on Twitter for all kinds of reasons. As I’m writing this, I’ve just passed 400 followers. In addition, I’m following close to 800 people in the Twitterverse. I know all of 12 of them personally. The rest are celebrities (Kutcher, P. Diddy and ,yes, even Wil Wheaton), news sites (CNN, E! Online, The Huffington Post), musical acts (Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, Band of Horses), companies trying to sell stuff (which is seemingly effective) or fellow bloggers.

Some that I’m following (or they’re following me, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep it all in order), are simply odd. One guy I was following was actually posing as Christopher Walken. His tweets were pretty funny and I could picture the actor writing them. The guy was caught and booted. (He’s now back.)Another person contantly updates conditions on the highways in and around San Jose, CA. I’ve no use for this information but I don’t drop anyone so I’m continually informed on what roads not to take around a city I’ve no current plans to step foot in. These are just two examples. There are hundreds, probably more like hundreds of thousands, more.

So, is Twitter useful? I’d love to give some snarky response about how it’s not, but that would be dishonest. My blog traffic has increased because of my Twitter activity. Not because my clever tweets are necessarily reeling everyone in but because of the promiscuous following habits of most users, myself included. I’m pretty certain that hardly anyone is reading even 10% of all the tweets that appear on their Twitter homepage. So, while it’s doubtful that everyone in TwitterLand is paying real attention to one another, it doesn’t really seem to matter. It’s more about being involved in swirling mayhem and telling people, “Yeah, I’m on Twitter.” 

Quotation: Thank God man cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth. Henry David Thoreau

Tune: Sadly, I didn’t get into Guided By Voices until last summer. After listening to Robert Pollard and crew’s many great songs, I quietly wondered what planet I’d been living on that I never ran across them before. Listen to “Echos Myron.”

Gallimaufry: After being hospitalized a few days ago, it appears that physicist Stephen Hawking will make a full recovery…President Obama sure has had his fair share of firsts. Here’s another one. He’ll be the first US President to appear topless on the cover of a magazineFacebook groups are popping against, of all people, martial artist and movie star Jackie Chan for comments he made over the weekend, including that “the Chinese need to be controlled.” Apparently, the guy’s a fan of oppression. Who knew?

Incoming: TomorrowAnnoying Sayings & Misused Words. Friday3 Things To Do in Philly When You’re Dead and more.