April 9th, 2012

word

sycophant [sikuh-fuhnt, -fant, sahy-kuh-] n. a self-seeking, servile flatterer; fawning parasite

birthday

James “Jim” Bowie (1796), Max von Sydow (1929), John Madden (1936), Steven Seagal (1956), Brian Setzer (1959), Q-Tip (1970), Mandy Moore (1984)

standpoint

Yesterday was Easter Sunday. Those of you who know even the slightest bit about me know that I’m about as religious as Christopher Hitchens.

But the one thing I do like about Easter is the family dinner. Sure, Thanksgiving and Christmas are traditionally more renowned for big family dinners and there’s some truth to that, especially in my family. Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners are legendary. My mother is more talented in the kitchen than 98% of the chefs in this country and both my parents have spent the entirety of their adult lives to makes sure both of those holidays are memorable, in one way or another, each and every year. Even as my siblings and I have moved into adulthood.

But Easter is different and it’s also not. Throughout the years, I’m sure I’ve experienced the occasional Easter dinner in the comfort of my parents’ house but I can’t truly recall one. Normally, that’s the holiday our family spends dining out. And, although the food’s never quite as delicious as when my mother, sisters and sisters-in-law (as well as the random, unsuccessful dish from a man in the family) are in charge of the menu, Easter dinner is fun due to the fact no one is in charge of anything except for actually showing up.

And that makes for a much more lighthearted evening. We can talk and catch up and ridicule and debate meaningless crap and even once in a while say nice things about each other.

Anyway, that’s what I felt like writing about today. It was more for me than any of you but I hope you enjoyed it at least a little.

quotation

Any idiot can get laid when they’re famous. That’s easy. It’s getting laid when you’re not famous that takes some talent. ↔ Kevin Bacon

tune

So I was watching Just Go With It the other night. C’mon, like you’ve never watched a bad Adam Sandler movie. Don’t judge. In any case, every song on the entire soundtrack had something to do with Sting and I forgot how much I liked The Police‘s “Canary in a Coal Mine.”

gallimaufry

→ Went and saw The Hunger Games this past Thursday evening. Despite the lady behind us who was providing her own unique brand of commentary toward the end, I was generally pleased with the adaptation.

→ It’s the year for dudes of faith. First, Tim Tebow. And now, Bubba Watson wins the Masters. Maybe all these athletes should start taking god more seriously. Seriously.

→ For all of you who know me personally and love making fun of my “antique” cell phone, I’m happy to admit I’ll be getting an iPhone today. So you’ll have to find someone else to rip on. Sorry.

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04.14.09 – Tuesday

[Note: Today’s post is a little longer than usual due to the passing of Philadelphia’s legendary broadcaster, Harry Kalas – a man who will forever be remembered as “The Voice of the Philadelphia Phillies.”]

Word: sycophant [sikuh-fuhnt, – fant, sahy-kuh-] n. a self-seeking, servile flatterer; fawning parasite

Birthday: Shorty Rogers (1924), Rod Steiger (1925), Loretta Lynn (1935), Pete Rose (1941), Richard Jeni (1957), Brad Garrett (1960), Robert Carlyle (1961), Anthony Michael Hall (1968), Adrien Brody (1973), Sarah Michelle Gellar (1977), Win Butler (1980)

Occurence: 1865Abraham Lincoln is shot from behind by in Ford’s Theatre by John Wilkes Booth.

Standpoint: I remember one afternoon in college. My buddy Joe Taylor and I were watching NFL Films. I mentioned that the narrator’s voice sounded kind of familiar. Joe sat up from the couch. “You don’t know who that is?” I told my friend I didn’t. “It’s Harry Kalas! The guy who calls Phillies games with Richie Ashburn!  Are you shitting me?”I wasn’t “shitting” him. I just wasn’t an avid Phillies fan. At that point, I saw no reason to stir Joe up any further by explaining to him I didn’t know who Richie Ashburn was.

Harry Kalas died yesterday at the age of 73 while preparing to call a Phillies-Nationals game in Washington D.C. Before that afternoon with Joe, I did know who he was. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t a baseball fan. Growing up in Philadelphia, it was nearly impossible to not know the man who could’ve patented the phrase, “It’s outta here!”  After college, I eventually did get into baseball and came to share the common reverence held for “The Voice of the Philadelphia Phillies.” He was one of those rare announcers whose love for the game and his team oozed out into the living rooms of all watching. His soothing voice could go from completely relaxed to incredibly excited with the swing of a bat.

The game of baseball lost a true living legend yesterday. The one silver lining being repeated everywhere was that at least Kalas lived long enough to see one more Phillies World Championship last October. I was actually outside Citizens Bank Park when it happened and heard Kalas call it live when Brad Lidge got that third out. Simultaneously, I heard the roar from the crowd in the stadium. My friends out in the parking lot, looked toward the ballpark and lamented the fact that we weren’t inside to experience the ensuing euphoria. I thought to myself that I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I got to hear the best broadcaster in baseball history call the final out of the World Series. It was the people inside who missed out.

Further Reading.

Quotation: Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side and it holds the universe together. Carl Zwanzig

Tune: I first heard this song back on MTV’s 120 Minutes. (Remember when MTV played good songs?) “Mr E.’s Beautiful Blues” immediately made me buy everything I could by Eels.

Gallimaufry: Amazon.com is under fire for their new “adult” policy. The online bookstore has being accused of removing only “adult” literature dealing with homosexuality. (Amazon is claiming a glitch on the site.) Click here to learn more and sign the petition. (Thanks to Beth Treisner)…I suspect that “Facebook Users Get Worse Grades in College” is the first of many articles I’ll read in the next year about the negative effects of the popular social networking site…Al Franken is still not a United States Senator but it appears to be a matter of time until he is. Hey, Minnesota, let the guy in already. Jesse “The Body” Ventura used to be your governor. I mean, seriously.

Incoming: Tomorrow – What’s StumbleUpon?  Thursday – More of your Annoying Sayings/Misused Words (This is now going to be a permanent Thursday thing.) Friday3 Things To Do In Philly When You’re Dead and 5 People I Wish Would Move to Another Planet.