06.06.11 – a monday

word

pangram [pan-gruhm, – gram, pang-] n. a sentence, verse, etc. that includes all the letters of the alphabet Ex: Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs.

birthday

Thomas Mann (1875), Robert Englund (1947), Harvey Fierstein (1952), Colin Quinn (1959), Paul Giamatti (1967)

standpoint

I’d love to go off right now about all the stuff on my mind. Like how X-Men: The Last Stand wasn’t as good as I remembered it after watching it last night. Or how I seem to be the world’s biggest idiot when it comes to applying suntan lotion for a simple three-hour jaunt on the beach. Or how annoying I find this story about the Oregon woman. Or how messed up it is that Jenna Bush bought 100,000 acres of Paraguay real estate because she knows the world will run out of water well before it runs out of oil.

But I’ll hold my tongue and save some vitriol for the upcoming week.

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The water is your friend. You don’t have to fight with water, just share the same spirit as the water and it will help you move. ↔ Aleksandr Popov

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How “Alcoholiday” didn’t make it onto Teenage Fanclub’s Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty-Six Seconds is beyond me.

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Everybody, and I mean everybody, has been telling me I pick on Sarah Palin too much. But, come on, when someone keeps lobbing in grapefruit like this, it’s simply impossible to resist swinging.

→ Ok. I might be an idiot but I can’t find any news stories regarding how many people got arrested at yesterday’s Philadelphia International Cycling Championship (also known as The Manayunk Bike Race). Guess it wasn’t the shitstorm everyone was anticipating.

→ Wow. Hipsters far and wide must have been unable to concentrate for hours after this. What’s next? I shudder to think.

05.31.11 – a tuesday

word

jackanapes [jakuh-neyps] n. 1. an impertinent, presumptuous person, especially a young man; whippersnapper 2. an impudent, mischievous child 3. Archaic. an ape or monkey

birthday

Walt Whitman (1819), Clint Eastwood (1930), John Bonham (1948), Tom Berenger (1949), Lea Thompson (1961), Brooke Shields (1965), Colin Farrell (1976)

standpoint

Here’s some things bothering me after the holiday weekend.

→ I watched The Dilemma with several friends yesterday. Boy, did it completely suck.

How does a manhole explode from “cable malfunctions?” Luckily, it was on the other side of town and I wasn’t effected.

→ Went to Hymie’s Merion Deli yesterday for lunch. Hadn’t been there in years. Truly solid experience. If you have the means, check it out.

→ If you have a problem with getting addicted to video games then you should definitely steer clear of Tiny Wings. It’s menacing.

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 In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ↔ Albert Camus

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I get these updates from a popular news source that I would mention but I don’t feel like linking. Over the weekend, I was checking my email on my iPod touch and I read the news that Gil Scott-Heron passed away Friday at the age of 62. If you don’t know who he was or why he was important, do yourself a favor and check him out. Here’s “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised.”

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Christ. Jessica Rabbit wasn’t as much of a cartoon character as this lady. I know I pick on Palin a lot but, come on all ready.

→ The Stanley Cup Finals start tomorrow. The Boston Bruins vs. The Vancouver Canucks. I’d be surprised if the Canucks don’t take it in five games. But I’ve been all kinds of wrong lately when it comes to hockey so the Bruins will probably sweep them.

→ I’m hearing lots of negative shit about The Hangover Part II. Anyone got something nice to say about the movie?

04.13.11 – a wednesday

word

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.

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

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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?