02.19.10 – A Friday


alacrity [uhlak-ri-tee] n. 1. cheerful readiness, promptness, or willingness: We accepted the invitation with alacrity 2. liveliness; briskness


Nicolaus Copernicus (1473), Lee Marvin (1924), Smokey Robinson (1940), Big John Studd (1948), Jeff Daniels (1955), Dave Wakeling (1956), Falco (1957), Seal (1963), Leroy (1965), Jon Fishman (1965), Justine Bateman (1966), Benicio del Toro (1967)


Philadelphia is stoked. Really stoked. Yesterday, was the (un)official beginning of the Philadelphia Phillies 2010 season as pitchers and catchers reported to Clearwater FL for the start of training camp.

And so it begins.

Since winning the World Series two years ago and coming so very close last year, the Phillies have assumed the mantle of bringing the city another world championship, a job they inherited from the Philadelphia Eagles. Most likely, the guys on the team relish their roles as saviors of the city. Why wouldn’t they? They’re professional athletes and that’s what every professional athlete wants, right? At least they should.

After losing to the New York Yankees in the World Series last November, team management didn’t just sit around and wait for next season. In what some are calling one of the biggest baseball trades ever, essentially the Phillies got Roy Halladay and sent Cliff Lee to the Seattle Mariners. Then they went out and signed some free agents, the biggest one being Placido Polanco, who played for the team from 2002-2005, to a 3-year $16M deal. Shane Victorino, Joe Blanton, Chad Durbin and Carlos Ruiz were all re-signed. Gone are Brett Myers, Pedro Feliz, Pedro Martinez and Chan Ho Park. Brad Lidge and Cole Hamels appear ready to rebound from their respective disastrous seasons.

So presumably the team is looking pretty good. CBS Sportsline has the Phillies 5th in its preseason power rankings. Most every other baseball authority has them among MLB’s top teams.

But, as they say, there’s a reason they play the games. You never know, the Phillies could let the city down this year. Then again, they could recapture the championship and give Philadelphia the parade its almost unhealthily fixated upon.

Only time will tell. I, for one, hope the players can handle the weight of an entire city’s hopes and dreams riding on their backs. And I, for one, think they will.


Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.Alan Moore


The Samples was one of the best bands around back in the 90s. Seemed like a pretty cool bunch of guys, as well. They’d let anyone tape their shows right from the soundboard. One of their best live songs was “Feel Us Shaking.”


I understand that paintball can be fun and cathartic and I’m not knocking the activity at all. Really. I’m not. But is there any reason for a paintball turret gun that shoots 34 rounds per second?

→ Are you a criminal who likes to break into houses but you hate doing all that pesky legwork? Are they home? Are they not home? Well, now there’s a website that’s going to make your job just a little easier. Check out PleaseRobMe.com. You won’t be sorry. Good luck in your future endeavors.

→ How in the world did Lower Merion Township think they could get away with spying on high school kids through the cameras in the laptops they distributed to them? Better yet, it doesn’t even appear they thought there was any transgression in the first place. Holy shit the world is messed up.

09.10.09 – A Thursday


malapropism [maluh-prop-iz-uhm] n. 1. an act or habit of misusing words ridiculously, esp. by the confusion of words that are similar in sound 2. an instance of this, as in “Lead the way and we’ll precede.”


Hilde Hildebrand (1897), Raymond Scott (1908), Rin Tin Tin (1918), Arnold Palmer (1929), Philip Baker Hall (1929), Charles Kuralt (1934), Roger Maris (1934), Jose Feliciano (1945), Bill O’Reilly (1949), Joe Perry (1950), Chris Columbus (1958), Colin Firth (1960), John E. Sununu (1964), Big Daddy Kane (1968), Guy Ritchie (1968), Johnathon Schaech (1969), Ryan Phillippe (1974)


I’m in the midst of packing up all of my stuff for yet another move. And the only thing I want to say today is that I hate moving. There. That’s it.


I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive.  Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note – torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.Henry Ward Beecher


The term “retro” is thrown around a little too much these days, but it’s apt when describing the music of Mayer Hawthorne. A 29-year old white kid from Ann Arbor, Michigan, is paying tribute to the soul roots of the area from whence he came. Unlike his peers, who are keeping busy paying homage to British pop, Hawthorne is instead conjuring up Smokey Robinson with what some are calling “New Detroit Soul.”  Trust me, it’s really great stuff. Try “Just Ain’t Gonna Work Out.”


 Was planning on commenting on some things here today like Ob, but Obama’s speech and the outcome of the Oudin/Wozniacki match in the U.S. Open but I’ve got an early morning followed by a long day that’ll end with me attached to a bunch of machines at Bryn Mawr Hospital. Don’t worry. It’s not what you think. I’m doing a sleep study tonight. Hopefully, these doctors can figure out why I haven’t felt like I’ve had a good night sleep in about a decade.