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.

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04.15.11 – a friday

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mythomania [mith-uhmey-nee-uh] n. lying or exaggerating to an abnormal degree

birthday

Leonardo da Vinci (1452), Kenneth Lay (1942), Emma Thompson (1959), Seth Rogen (1982), Emma Watson (1990)

standpoint

Here’s a few things that are on bugging the crap out of me right now.

→ The Philadelphia Flyers lost to the Buffalo Sabres last night in the first game of their best-of-seven series. I’m unhappy about that but still hopeful the Flyers will pull this one out and advance to the next round. For to happen, two things will be needed: First, Chris Pronger needs to get back in the lineup. Second, Claude Giroux needs to stop attempting to complete the perfect pass and shoot, shoot, shoot and shoot some more.

Charlie Sheen, you’ve gone from wildly entertaining to mildly amusing to sadly uninteresting in a few short weeks. Take a vacation. Come back and see us in a month or so, maybe a year. We’ll call you when we’re ready to talk.

→ One of my favorite sitcoms ever is NewsRadio. It was way ahead of its time and probably would’ve lasted years longer were it not for the tragic death of Phil Hartman. ReelzChannel is now playing reruns several times a day. It’s the little things, people.

That’s all I have for today. Thanks for reading.

quotation

The great majority of men are bundles of beginnings. ↔ Ralph Waldo Emerson

tune

A few weekends ago, I was browsing around Main Street Music in Manayunk and the lady behind the counter, who couldn’t have been more helpful, recommended I check out Panoptic Mirror Maze, a new release by Brown Recluse. I was ready to buy it but then she discovered she’d sold all the copies in the store. But I came home and checked the Philadelphia band out online and I definitely like what I hear. Here’s “Notorious.” (Brown Recluse will be playing at Main Street Music this Saturday for Record Store Day 2011.)

gallimaufry

Sometimes the comments morons make on an online news story are actually more interesting than the story itself.

Reading this article filled me with the desire to book a flight to absolutely nowhere. Maybe too much information.

Barry Bonds, you completely suck. Seriously. 

04.13.11 – a wednesday

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remunerate [ri-myoo-nuh-reyt] v. 1. to pay, recompense or reward for work, trouble, etc. 2. to yield a recompense for (work, services, etc.)

birthday

Thomas Jefferson (1743), Butch Cassidy (1866), Don Adams (1923), Paul Sorvino (1939), Al Green (1946), Christopher Hitchens (1949), Caroline Rhea (1964), Rick Schroder (1970)

standpoint

Recently, a relatively new friend of mine and I were discussing music and, during the course of that conversation, he said something like this to me: “Yeah, but no one gives a shit about lyrics anymore.”

I definitely respect the guy’s opinion and I told him I disagreed with him but I quickly moved back to the topic we’d been laboring on. But, later, I thought back to what he said and it kind of irked me and mostly because he was kind of right.

Once again, I find myself in the minority when it comes to the popular (or unpopular, depending on which is deemed cooler, I guess) opinion in regards to current music.

A song’s lyrics are as important to me as everything else going on. Otherwise, I’ll just pop in some Béla Fleck or John Scofield. Disregarding the lyrics of a song is, to me, the same as dismissing it. Even if the lyrics are haphazard or nonsensical. It might be the English lit nerd in me talking here but words are always gonna be words and they have meanings and those meanings are subjective on an individual basis despite the artist’s intent.

I’m sure Sean Kelly has my back on this one.

quotation

Every true genius is bound to be naive. ↔ J.C.F. von Schiller

tune

Getting back on the subject of song lyrics, Joshua Radin is pretty awesome when it comes to that. (For the record, I don’t care if Radin is more popular with soccer moms than hipster music enthusiasts. True story.) As most of you know, my best friend Harvey passed away a few months back. The night I said goodbye to him in the hospital, I went home and – surprise – I couldn’t sleep. I grabbed my iPod and my headphones and decided to walk around my neighborhood until I got sleepy. After an hour or so, I found myself sitting on the steps of the train station by my house, looking up at all the fake, yellow lights illuminating the parking lot. And then “Streetlight” came on and I heard “I don’t know where to go/So I think I’ll sit and stay here a while/’Til I figure it out.” I listened to the song about 34 more times before I walked home and collapsed into my bed. I’m still sort of lost without Harvey and I’m sure it wasn’t Radin’s lyrical aim that I make his song about losing my best friend but that’s what happened.

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This was the most popular story on Yahoo! News yesterday and had almost 10,000 shares on Facebook. Stuff like this makes me hate everybody.

This Saturday, April 16th is Record Store Day. I’ll be down at Main Street Music in Manayunk. You should be too. I’ll let you buy me a beer. It’s true.

→ If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times: When you’re robbing a little girl’s lemonade stand, don’t drive off and leave your girlfriend behind to get arrested because chances are she’s gonna crack under questioning. Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?

04.15.10 – A Thursday

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scurrilous [skuruh-luhs, skuhr-] adj. 1. grossly or obscenely abusive: a scurrilous attack on the mayor 2. characterized by or using low buffoonery; coarsely jocular or derisive: a scurrilous jest

birthday

Leonardo da Vinci (1452), Henry James (1843), Bessie Smith (1894), Alfred S. Bloomingdale (1916), Emma Thompson (1959), Linda Perry (1965), Samantha Fox (1966), Seth Rogen (1982), Emma Watson (1990)

standpoint

No new standpoint today. Go Flyers.

quotation

When you photograph people in colour you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in B&W, you photograph their souls! Ted Grant

tune

Indie geeks all over the country are pretty psyched. And I’m one of them. Dr. Dog’s new album, Shame, Shame, is out and ready to go. Check out “Shadow People.”

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→ This Saturday, April 17th, is one of the most important of the year – Record Store Day. In the Manayunk section of Philadelphia, my favorite record store of all-time, Main Street Music, will be celebrating with performances from Exit Clov, Roadside Graves, James Maddock and Blood Feathers. Make sure to get out there and support this great cause and, hey, you may even be lucky enough to bump into me.

Here’s another dude who needs to be thrown into a mental hospital hospital somewhere. What difference does it make what kind of helicopter it was? Fucking genius.

This guy actually got elected into a public office. True story.

12.11.09 – A Friday

WORD

mortify [mawr-tuh-fahy] v. (used w/ object) 1. to humiliate or shame, as by injury to one’s pride or self-respect 2. to subjugate (the body, passions, etc.) by abstinence, ascetic discipline, or self-inflicted suffering 3. Pathology. to affect with gangrene or necrosis v. (used w/o object) 4. to practice mortification or disciplinary austerities 5. Pathology. to undergo mortification; become gangrened or necrosed

Note: I am giving the definition of “mortify” because it has been brought to my attention it’s used wrong pretty much all of the time. I have to admit, I learned something new today.

BIRTHDAY

John Labatt (1838), Carlo Ponti (1912), Big Mama Thornton (1926), Rita Moreno (1931), McCoy Tyner (1938), Donna Mills (1942), John Kerry (1943), Brenda Lee (1944), Teri Garr (1947), Bess Armstrong (1953), Jermaine Jackson (1954), Nikki Sixx (1958), Jon Brion (1963), Mo’Nique (1967), Mos Def (1973)

STANDPOINT

This Tiger Woods scandal. Christ.

Thousands of unanswerable questions seem to be flooding the news hourly. None are getting answered.

The facts (maybe) are: (a) At 2am the morning after Thanksgiving, Tiger got into his car and drove into a fire hydrant and then a tree, both within walking distance of his home. (b) His wife reportedly saved him by smashing one of the back windows with a golf club. (c) Tiger didn’t really want to talk about the whole thing, instead he took to dodging police inquiries and issuing vague statements on his website. (d) At least a dozen women jumped out of the woodwork, feeling the sudden urge to tell the world about their sexual misconduct with Woods. (e) Tiger’s mother-in-law was admitted to the hospital with stomach pains that probably had something to do with her son-in-law sleeping with lots of women who were not her daughter. (f) Tiger Woods’ life, no matter how this all plays out, is fucked.

And that sucks for him but he was having sex with hostesses, waitresses and porn stars. Difficult to feel bad for the guy. Difficult, but not implausible. I mean, getting caught for one transgression must be a pretty shitty ordeal. But to get caught having mulitple affairs with at least ten different women within the span of several days? Well, I’m not even sure Bill Clinton could shuck and jive his way clear of something like that.

There is one question, however, I would like answered: Whatever Tiger has done or not done, what’s the difference? How’s it going to change my life?

Sure, it’s interesting to bemoan the current state of a society which seems to (a) shrug its collective shoulders when yet another of its heroes are found to be flawed, and (b) be running out of respectable authority figures and celebrities. We’ve adapted a very another-one-bites-the-dust mentality. Everyone’s rather concerned but no one wholly cares.

There are those overly curious about a situation in which a man who seemingly had everything he could ever want, managed to blunder this bad. People are demanding the truth, soapboxing on the notion we all deserve to know. As usual, the American people want to get down to the bottom of a situation in the interest of mainly being able to say, “I hate my life, but I imagine I’d rather be me than Tiger right now.” It’s always amazed me how determined people are to reveal how fucked up everyone else is.

It’s not like any of it matters.  Woods is under absolutely no obligation to disclose more than he wants. He’s not a politician. He’s broken no laws. In reality, he could pack all ten women he’s been sleeping with into his Cadillac and drive into ten trees. Unless, he’s charged with some sort of crime, he doesn’t have to justify anything. Oh. In addition, he’s also the first billion-dollar athlete, so if O.J. Simpson can kill two people and amble freely out of an actual courtroom, Woods’ gigantic gobs of money will guarantee a night of careless driving and a few years of bad decisions won’t stop him from ambling equally free out the courtroom of public opinion.

Plus, in a few months, possibly a few weeks, everyone will have moved on to the next thing. And I don’t blame it on short memory. Everyone says that and it’s bullshit. The real reason everyone’ll forget about this by the next time Woods steps onto some nationally-televised first tee is once the outrage lessens a bit, most people will start making excuses for Tiger Woods because the execrable things he’s done to his undeserving family will have grown far less significant than the idea of a PGA season without Tiger Woods.

Note: During my research and reading for the above rant, I encountered this piece. As far as I’m concerned, Tiger Woods can do whatever the hell he wants. As long as Glenn Beck is around, everyone else gets a pass.

QUOTATION

The typical gambler might not really understand the probabilistic nuances of the wheel or the dice, but such things seem a bit more tractable than, say, trying to raise a child in this lunatic society of ours.Arthur S. Reber

TUNE

 Yesterday, I hit up my favorite music store, Main Street Music in Manayunk. (One of the best music shops of all-time, by the way. If you can get there, I highly recommend it.) Anyway, I bought a couple albums. One of them was People Are Soft by local Philadelphia band, The Swimmers. I like the whole album a lot. Go buy it and support your local music scene. Favorite track so far? “Nervous Wreck.”

GALLIMAUFRY

→ For all of out there who wish you could get rid of Facebook forever, there’s now an option. Seppukoo.com is ready to assist you with your virtual suicide. Click here to see how it works.

→ There’s many arguments I can tolerate listening to, no matter how completely wrong they are. But I refuse to hear anyone out who’s not entirely convinced Ted Knight didn’t steal the show in Caddyshack. I know. There are argument to be made for Chevy Chase, Bill Murray and Rodney Dangerfield. But without Judge Smails (link is a small collection of wavs), it would’ve been a lesser film. Still good. Just not as good.  

→ Do you desire with all your heart to have a chihuahua? All you have to do is get on a plane to California, where the little dogs have become an essential purse accessory to the likes of Paris Hilton, Miley Cyrus and a slew of other people who don’t really matter. Animal shelters across the state are reporting chihuahuas make up close to 30% of its inhabitants. Seems even idiots are capable of grasping the notion that, after they take it out of their purse, the dog wants to do all kinds of annoying crap like eat and be taken for a walk.