06.23.11 – a thursday

If you’re reading this blog on a regular basis like you should, you’re aware that my best friend Harvey passed away this past November. But you’re probably unaware that April, Harv’s widow, has created a pretty superb blog of her own titled Running Rocks. Check it out.  

word

hornswoggle [hawrn-swog-uhl] v. Slang. to swindle, cheat, hoodwink or hoax

birthday

June Carter Cash (1929), Clarence Thomas (1948), Glenn Danzig (1955), Frances McDormand (1957), Joss Whedon (1964), Jason Mraz (1977)

standpoint

About two weeks back, I decided to watch more news-type TV programs. The decision was completely arbitrary. I didn’t feel as if I was ill-informed and was perfectly capable of participating in conversations involving current events. And although some people who know me maintain I’m a liberal (which I’m not admitting to), I thought why not watch everything from every side of the fence? At the very least, it’d be informative and I’d come out on the other end a more knowledgeable person and feel better knowing more of the world around me.

But I don’t feel better at all. At least not yet.

Sure, I know that the current health status of the president of Yemen is not very good. I know that Republicans love to procreate. I know that we’re going to finally start pulling troops out of Afghanistan. I know that Prince Harry is into his brother’s new wife’s sister. I know that I don’t want to live in Greece. I know all that and much more.

But I’m not getting the satisfaction I thought I would. Watching all this news is muddling. And I’m fully cognizant that it might be my fault. I may be over-analyzing what I’m viewing but I can’t help it. I mean, everyone’s got a motive. It’s not only the national media and their eschewed coverage but even local newscasts run segments on its parent network’s reality shows.

So-called “news” is, on every level from top to bottom, simply promotion of one kind or another. They’re pushing angles, manipulating facts, steering interviews, etc., shooting for targets of all sizes. It’s murky, smoke-and-mirrors type shit, designed to over-stimulate and cause fear.

Granted, it’s not all that bad. The other day there was a story about a rescue cat who saved a woman’s life. That was kind of cool.

quotation

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other’s worth ↔ Robert Southey

tune

Caution: Hipsters will want to look away. Despite my dislike of Coldplay (I mean, c’mon, their new EP is titled Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall), I’ve always loved “Fix You.” And this version from The Voice‘s Javier Colon is worthy of some notice here.

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Comcast has reintroduced The Slowskys ad campaign. In case you’re wondering where I stand on this issue, I’m pro. Very very pro.

Good for Lappy, one of the all-time great guys to ever don a Flyers’ sweater. Definitely could’ve used him last season.

All right, people, allow this guy to rest in peace. Let’s move on.

→ Set your DVRs. The second season of Louie starts tonight on FX. I’ll also be checking out Wilfred.

04.25.11 – a monday

word

gourmand [goor-mahnd, goor-muhnd] n. 1. a person who is fond of good eating, often indiscriminately and to excess 2. a gourmet; epicure

birthday

Oliver Cromwell (1599), Edward R. Murrow (1908), Meadowlark Lemon (1932), Al Pacino (1940), Talia Shire (1946), Hank Azaria (1964), Renée Zellweger (1969)

standpoint

Let’s review some of the issues that preoccupied my brain over the weekend. Just some of them, mind you, let’s call them highlights.

→ If I didn’t have to work and the Flyers-Sabres Game 7 wasn’t on this Tuesday night, I’d be watching The Voice. I think it’s an interesting concept and, yes, I’m aware of my hypocrisy.

→ On the subject of the Flyers-Sabres series so far all I can offer is that the officiating couldn’t be worse if the refs were watching through binoculars from a plane circling overhead.

→ At one point the other day, I resolved I wasn’t going to buy any products from companies that made TV ads depicting men as moronic, soulless douchebags. Five minutes later I took it back after realizing my decision would preclude me from buying anything again ever.

That’s it for today. Come back tomorrow for some more.

quotation

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits. ↔ Nathaniel Hawthorne

tune

One of the great things about music is that sometimes someone creates a song that just completely ignores the barriers of genre and simple kicks ass. Such is the case with Cee Lo Green‘s “Fuck You.” If you dislike this song there’s seriously something fundamentally wrong with you and I mean that.

gallimaufry

The only thing more horrendous than what John McCain is offering as a solution to the stalemate in Libya is the picture featured in the article. They should print up about 9 million copies of that face, attach some sort of menacing message and airdrop them all over the planet. There would be world peace after about 15 minutes. OK. Maybe an hour or so. But still.

Only 6% of Americans are following the Royal Wedding very closely? What the hell is wrong with you people? Are you too busy following actual issues of the day? Oh. You are? Carry on then.

Apparently, Paul Reiser was funny at some point. I’m still researching trying to ascertain just when exactly that was.