08.30.11 – a tuesday

word

homologate [huhmoluh-geyt, hoh-] v. 1. to approve; confirm or ratify 2. to register (a specific make of automobile in general production) so as to make it eligible for international racing competition

birthday

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1797), Fred MacMurray (1908), Ted Williams (1918), Warren Buffett (1930), John Peel (1939), Tug McGraw (1944), Lewis Black (1948), Michael Chiklis (1963), Cameron Diaz (1972)

standpoint

Admittedly, I haven’t been writing very much lately. But I have been reading. You’re probably wondering to yourself, “Hey, Josh, what’s on your nightstand right now?” Well, I’ll tell ya, curious reader.

Empire of the Summer Moon by S. C. Gwynne – Wow. I’ve read a good deal about Native American history but this book was a complete eye-opener.

Jesse James: Last Rebel of the Civil War by T. J. Stiles – Historically accurate but pretty friggin’ dense. I’m almost 60 pages in and still not into the actual life of Jesse James.

The Peep Diaries by Hal Niedzviecki – A few years ago, I went to San Francisco on what was probably the worst vacation of my life. It was five days of absolute awfulness but with two bright spots: I got to hang with my good friend Kevlo and I was able to visit City Lights Books, a lifelong dream of mine. I was extremely rushed and bought The Peep Diaries to avoid causing a problem. After I got home, I let a friend borrow the book before I got a chance to read it. Recently, I got it back and made it about 100 pages in before I lost interest.

The Pirate Hunter: The True Story of Captain Kidd by Richard Zacks – It’s next on my list. I’ll let you know.

I’m always looking for good stuff to read. Any suggestions?

quotation

If you’re going through hell, keep going. ↔ Winston Churchill

tune

I’ve been into Sam Roberts for quite some time now. When I first heard “Where Have All the Good People Gone?” I became an instant fan.

And then, as with most musical talents, Sam Roberts went through some growing pains, began performing under the name Sam Roberts Band and released some stuff that was a bit off the mark. But I didn’t give up hope and Collider, his latest album is more promising. Check out “Let It In.” Let me know what you think.

gallimaufry

Hurricane Irene was pretty bad. But I guess it could’ve been worse.

→ Thanks to my good friend Tyler, I’m finally able to play DVDs again and that means I get to watch The State, which will never stop being the funniest show ever.

→ The NFL season hasn’t even officially started yet and I all ready want everyone to shut the fuck up about it.

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11.10.09 – A Tuesday

WORD

animus [anuh-muhs] n. 1. strong dislike or enmity; hostile attitude; animosity 2. purpose; intention; animating spirit 3. (in the psychology of C. G. Jung) the masculine principle, esp. as present in women

BIRTHDAY

Martin Luther (1483), Winston Churchill (1871), Russell Johnson (1924), Richard Burton (1925), Ennio Morricone (1928), Roy Scheider (1932), Russell Means (1939), Saxby Chambliss (1943), Tim Rice (1944), Sinbad (1956), Linda Cohn (1959), Mackenzie Phillips (1959), Neil Gaiman (1960), Michael Jai White (1967), Tracy Morgan (1968), Warren G. (1970), Brittany Murphy (1977), Eve (1978), Miranda Lambert (1983)

STANDPOINT

While I’m not writing this blog or reading a book or doing something of a social nature or whatever the hell else I feel like, I am a bartender. I like being a bartender. I like serving drinks, talking to people and making them laugh. It’s important to like what you do. For those of you out there who don’t like your chosen occupation, get out while you still can. That’s my advice to you. So there.

In any case, there’s one aspect of bartending that grates on my fucking nerves – listening to people drone on and on about something that matters so little to everyone everywhere and no one yet realizes it.

Lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of pointless nonsense about one subject in particular. You see, I bartend in a little town called Skippack. Down the road a ways is a slightly-larger, but no more important, town named Collegeville, cleverly because of the fact Ursinus College is located within it.

But nowadays, no one’s talking about Ursinus. To be fair, it’s likely they weren’t anyway. Nevertheless, there’s only one thing everyone wants to talk about no matter what: the grand opening of the Wegmans, a supermarket that, apparently, has the ability to capture the collective consciousness of everyone within a 45-minute drive.

It’s all anyone can talk about. So automatically I hate it. In general, I have a problem with anything that no one has a problem with. That’s mainly my problem with almost everything.

Here’s the thing. I don’t want to talk about a place you can go to buy food. (a) I’m not particularly dazzled by recollections of an, until now, never before seen selection of cheese. Also, (b) I’m not entirely impressed by the fact there’s a pub inside a supermarket. In addition, (c) I’m not remotely interested in the largest selection of seafood in the area. (These three things, by the way, are almost always offered as the main reasons one would ever go to Wegmans, although not the only ones.)

Granted, I am a single, 35-year old male (temporarily) living in an area greatly overpopulated with parents and children. For parents, it is a unique opportunity to provide for your family and afford yourself a few drinks while doing it, instead of having to wait to get home, unload the groceries, make dinner and put the kids to bed before opening a bottle of wine, or four, and get your buzz on. I am not ignorant of this fact. As I’ve been more exposed to parents as an adult, I’ve figured out that good parenting is directly proportionate to the amount of weekly alcohol consumption. It wasn’t that way when I was growing up but that’s the way it is now. At least, for the most part. Not saying all you parents out there are getting bombed every night. But a lot of you are. I can’t blame you. If I were a parent, I would probably be within your ranks.

In any case, hearing people swap stories about their first (and second and third) trip to Wegmans is about as depressing a level of converation that can be reached.

I refuse to participate.

So I’m not going. Even it means never talking to anyone again. Or, at least, until I move downtown in January. Then, I’ll have to talk to all the single folks about how fresh everything at Whole Foods seem to be. But, somehow, it doesn’t seem like it’ll suck half as much.

QUOTATION

The weirder you’re going to behave, the more normal you should look.  It works in reverse, too.  When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person.P.J. O’Rourke

TUNE

Sometimes, all it takes is a killer line in a song to make listen to it about 93 times – over and over. Such is the case with Mike Doughty‘s tune, “I Just Want the Girl in the Blue Dress To Keep On Dancing.” It’s a good and quick song that features the line, “I’ll assess the essence of the mess…” Not sure why I like that so much. But I do. And that’s that.

GALLIMAUFRY

→ If you haven’t seen the video footage of University of New Mexico’s women’s soccer player, Elizabeth Lambert, you should. This chick is so completely crazy, I’m surprised I’ve never dated her.

→ Just want to officially thank the Philadelphia Phillies for coming oh-so-very-close to winning back-to-back World Series. I know the whole organization has been waiting for me to weigh in. Once again, I will state Philadelphia is a “baseball town.” I will keep saying that until everyone believes it. Because it’s the truth.

→ In a world gone mad, sometimes I read some news that alleviates all the numbness and actually allows me to feel again. The fact Steven Tyler has officially left Aerosmith was not that kind of news. I’m sure there’s a large group of people out there who care when a middle-aged singer leaves a band that hasn’t contributed anything musically solid in decades. I’m just not a member of that group.