08.15.11 – a monday

word

entelechy [en-teluh-kee] n. 1. a realization or actuality as opposed to a potentiality 2. (in vitalist philosophy) a vital agent or force directing growth and life

birthday

Napoleon Bonaparte (1769), Sir Walter Scott (1771), Charles Comiskey (1859), Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (1875), Edna Ferber (1885), Julia Child (1912), Oscar Peterson (1925), Debra Messing (1968), Anthony Anderson (1970), Ben Affleck (1972), Natasha Henstridge (1974)

standpoint

To quote rock legend Aaron Lewis, “It’s been a while.” (I couldn’t remember that dude’s name and had to look it up. Sadly, Staind is still in existence. Why is it that the suckiest bands never seem to go away?) In any case, here’s some of the inconsequential nonsense floating around my cranium.

→ I’ve got a ton of t-shirts, each cooler than the next. It’s true. I recently found my He-Man and the Masters of the Universe t-shirt and I’ve been getting solid feedback on it. (That’s not me in the picture, it’s one of those pretentious t-shirt models.)

→ I finally watched Inception. It was good, not great.

→ I watched The A-Team movie again. It totally blew. Again.

→ Philadelphia dive bars. Ever since Brian McManus wrote a book , I’ve been involved in several conversations concerning real dive bars. (Sorry, brother, but Oscar’s? McGlinchey’s?) For my money, the Casmar Cafe in Conshohocken and Towey’s Tavern in Chestnut Hill (which I won’t even link to) are tied for the dive bar championship. McManus’ bars are simply a collection of spots that truly test hipsters’ comfort threshold.

→ The Ames Straw Poll is yet another reason I’m seriously considering moving to South America. Christ. Are you kidding me?

quotation

No one can get inner peace by pouncing on it. ↔ Harry Emerson Fosdick

tune

Foster The People‘s “Houdini” is one straight-up kickass track. I listen to it at least once a day. Minimum.

gallimaufry

“This has been a wake-up call for our country.” You think, Einstein?

→ If you’re one of the New York Giants fans who posted comments on Steve Smith’s Facebook page, the rest of us are wondering if maybe it’s high time you explored some therapy options in your surrounding community.

→ Sucks. TLA Video will be out of business within the next year. The times, oh, they are a changin’.

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02.17.11 – a thursday

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word

bollix [bol-iks] v. 1. to so (something) badly; bungle (often followed by up): His interference bollixed up the whole deal n. 2. a confused bungle

birthday

Aaron Montgomery Ward (1844), Thomas J. Watson (1874), Margaret Truman (1924), Hal Holbrook (1925), Chaim Potok (1929), Jim Brown (1936), Huey P. Newton (1942), Rene Russo (1954), Lou Diamond Phillips (1962), Michael Jordan (1963), Larry the Cable Guy (1963), Michael Bay (1965), Denise Richards (1971), Billie Joe Armstrong (1972), Jerry O’Connell (1974), Jason Ritter (1980), Joseph Gordon-Levitt (1981), Paris Hilton (1981)

standpoint

“They are rude, disengaged, lazy whiners. They curse, discuss drugs, talk back, argue for grades, complain about everything, fancy themselves to whatever they desire, and are just generally annoying.”

That’s how Central Bucks East High School teacher Natalie Munroe described her students in a post on her personal blog. Some of those students, the aforementioned “lazy whiners,” somehow discovered the blog and reported it to school officials. Shortly thereafter, Munroe was suspended with pay.

What’s bugging me here, and I hope I’m wrong, is that she’s going to end up on the losing side of this situation.

Munroe is essentially spot-on with her analysis of modern teens. Most of these kids nowadays lack anything resembling strong character traits. And that’s mainly because they’ve never had their asses properly kicked, either metaphorically or actually. They’re punks in the truest sense of the word, products of a flawed system that made sure none of them went home without a trophy in tow, even when they failed to perform something as simple as hitting a motionless baseball propped up on a T.

What’s the point in excelling when the dipshit who comes in last gets the same recognition as you?

Don’t get me wrong. When I was 17 years-old, I was as disengaged and lazy as was humanly possible. Some of my high school teachers remember me as one of the most frustrating students they’ve ever had. I got in trouble more than most, futilely argued my misguided points and was an overall gigantic pain in the ass.

But I understood the rules, even when I didn’t play by them. When I was in the wrong, I didn’t always admit it but I always knew it. I rarely went to my parents and tried to convince them I was being unfairly persecuted and the few times I did, they laughed me right out of the living room. My mother and father knew I knew better because that’s how they brought me up. To this day, my parents love me unconditionally, but, for the most part, they’ve never let that love get in the way of me owning up to my wrongdoings. Growing up, most of my friends had parents conducting affairs in a similar fashion.

These days, though, it’s rare that parents are willing to admit the faults of their children and that’s primarily because it would mean admitting their own. And that’s altogether the reason Natalie Munroe is most likely screwed.

I seriously doubt something as effete as free speech is going to possess the sufficient weight to mount a fight against something as tenacious as a few hundred pissed-off parents who, instead of seeking therapy, opted to have kids instead.

To paraphrase Han Solo, “Good luck, Natalie Munroe, you’re going to need it.”

quotation

Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense. ↔ Mignon McLaughlin

tune

“Saints” isn’t likely to be embraced by most females out there. And, while I don’t truly agree with the lyrics put forth by indie rock band Army Navy, it’s still catch as all get out.

gallimaufry

I attempted to watch the movie version of The A-Team last night. I turned it off after 20 minutes. Hollywood, one last time, I’m begging you to stop incapacitating my childhood cinematic chicaneries. Bigger complaint is the guy that played Murdock looked more like Dirk Benedict than Dwight Schultz. Put some effort into it, fellas.

→ Hey, Len Lesser, we’re going to miss you. If there actually is a heaven, give it a great big, “HELLO!” on your arrival.

→ For whatever reasons, you may have missed the final results of The 135th Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Hickory, a Scottish deerhound from Virginia, won the whole enchilada. After the victory, Hickory’s handler, Angela Lloyd best summed up how Hickory was feeling: “She’s not used to lights, cameras and noise.”