This will catch up on a few things, and introduce a couple more.
To start, I've changed around some of the web site links to the right. I deleted the Pete Townshend site, which apparently is off line. For a time it was linking to the Who's site, which these days is just one big advertisement for Who products, sadly. Now its just gone. I added some, however. Television Without Pity is a combination review and blog site, where reviewers summarize your favorite TV shows, albeit in a very sarcastic manner. Fans can react to the reviews. Its great fun. South Park is of course the site for the show, with lots of interactive links and downloads. It also has episode guides, and summarizes upcoming shows. Dunder Mifflin Infinity is no stranger to those who love The Office. This is the company's alleged web site. The Sports Kolache is the blog of one of KGOW's sports talk show hosts, Sean Pendergast, and is generally pretty funny. Finally, I think I'm late to Stuff White People Like, but its a really funny daily take on things that whitey likes. Examples include: bad memories of high school, outdoor performance clothes, bottled water, and public radio.
On the question of my vacation, well that just sort of fizzled out and died (signed Rudy Giuliani for President). You may recall that the idea was that I would describe the things I want to do on vacation, and then go to whichever place got the most votes from commenters. Unfortunately, there was a tie (at a mere two votes each) between Italy and Alaska, and the tie was achieved only because two people voted for more than one destination. I know this wasn't a real election, but being a lawyer and not being from a county named Cook, Cuyahoga, Duval or Starr, I simply cannot tolerate such irregularities. The ground rules never addressed what would happen in case of a tie. A force majeure event, the coming US economic collapse and inevitable complete tanking of the dollar, has also arisen since then. Although I would have preferred to go to Italy, I don't want to spend my retirement portfolio doing so. We could have a revote, but that would be so Michigan Democratic Party of me. I think I'll just leave it at asking for more suggestions. Think somewhere that the dollar isn't necessarily a disaster against the local currency (and where I don't have to take shots or worry about the rebels). I'm thinking Argentina-warm days, cool nights, high mountains, great steak, and with a lot fewer ex-Nazis in hiding these days.
Madonna was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in a ceremony held at the Waldorf Astoria. There are so many things wrong with that statement I hardly know where to begin. Lets start with the Material Girl herself. We can readily concede, at least for the sake of argument, that she is talented, makes great music, and deserves accolades. But as a rock star? When you think "rocker," you have to run down an extremely long list before you get to Madonna. Chuck Berry, John Lennon, Jimmy Page...and Madonna. One of these things is not like the other. Maybe they can get her to present when they let in Backstreet Boys. Then there's the concept of having a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Rock isn't about museums or halls of fame. Rock is about expressing feelings that can't be defined by words alone, that need a downbeat, or distortion, or a scream. Paul Simon once was asked what was the smartest thing he ever heard anybody say in rock-and-roll, and he replied "Be-Bop-A-Lula, she's my baby." The worst thing that ever happened, in a way, was the deification of the musicians. They got fat and decended into sloth; they left the desperate world that fueled their music. Hard to rock and roll when roll around in limos going from the Playboy Mansion to the Vanity Fair shoot. All these rock geezers tearfully accepting their admission into the Hall need to apologize to their 25 year old selves. Thank God for the Sex Pistols, who had the integrity to "decline" the honor. Although I've been to the Hall and it does have some cool stuff. OK, so if there has to be a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, why does the ceremony happen at the Waldorf Astoria of all places. Fantastic hotel...which is the point. Rock lives in the clubs, in the garages, and in the streets (actually, I mean that what's left of rock does those things). Certainly not at the Waldorf. They should have been holding those things at CBGBs, or the Fillmore, or the Rainbow, or the Whisky. Anywhere that Cole Porter never lived.
Now this is relatively important. At least one of you out there had the mistaken impression that something I wrote was directed at you. Lets get this clear: nothing I write is about any of you in particular. Look, the world doesn't revolve around you (it actually revolves around me and Maria Bartiromo). True, many of your adventures inform my thoughts and opinions, but if I want to let someone know what I think, I do it. I don't passive aggressively slink off to blog-land and vent my frustrations to the boxer short wearins, downloading internet porn crowd. I've got way more to do than to waste my time on petty vendettas (there's my scrapbooking, of course, stamp collecting, hanging out at the playground, jazzercise...it never ends). I have at least double digit numbers of relatives who are (or were while alive) ministers. Many times I've heard them say that after they gave a sermon, more than one congregant confronted them after the service to ask why they had to tell the whole church about the member's particular failings. Of course, they had done nothing of the kind. Think about that.
I've been putting new/old pictures on Flickr of late. I pretty much have put most of my old pictures on CD and then most of those are now on flickr. Latest examples are from vacations in New Mexico/Colorado, Vancouver/Banff, the Hill Country, Seattle, and numerous California trips. I need to take the prints where I can't find the negatives and get those converted too. Keep checking from time to time. There are some real highlights coming (and by that of course I mean pictures documenting some extremely unfortunate 80s style choices on my part). If you happen to see yourself there and don't want to, let me know and I'll pull it down from the site.
Meet Lance Berkman, 1970s JC Penney's catalog men's model.
I guess that's everything for now.
To start, I've changed around some of the web site links to the right. I deleted the Pete Townshend site, which apparently is off line. For a time it was linking to the Who's site, which these days is just one big advertisement for Who products, sadly. Now its just gone. I added some, however. Television Without Pity is a combination review and blog site, where reviewers summarize your favorite TV shows, albeit in a very sarcastic manner. Fans can react to the reviews. Its great fun. South Park is of course the site for the show, with lots of interactive links and downloads. It also has episode guides, and summarizes upcoming shows. Dunder Mifflin Infinity is no stranger to those who love The Office. This is the company's alleged web site. The Sports Kolache is the blog of one of KGOW's sports talk show hosts, Sean Pendergast, and is generally pretty funny. Finally, I think I'm late to Stuff White People Like, but its a really funny daily take on things that whitey likes. Examples include: bad memories of high school, outdoor performance clothes, bottled water, and public radio.
On the question of my vacation, well that just sort of fizzled out and died (signed Rudy Giuliani for President). You may recall that the idea was that I would describe the things I want to do on vacation, and then go to whichever place got the most votes from commenters. Unfortunately, there was a tie (at a mere two votes each) between Italy and Alaska, and the tie was achieved only because two people voted for more than one destination. I know this wasn't a real election, but being a lawyer and not being from a county named Cook, Cuyahoga, Duval or Starr, I simply cannot tolerate such irregularities. The ground rules never addressed what would happen in case of a tie. A force majeure event, the coming US economic collapse and inevitable complete tanking of the dollar, has also arisen since then. Although I would have preferred to go to Italy, I don't want to spend my retirement portfolio doing so. We could have a revote, but that would be so Michigan Democratic Party of me. I think I'll just leave it at asking for more suggestions. Think somewhere that the dollar isn't necessarily a disaster against the local currency (and where I don't have to take shots or worry about the rebels). I'm thinking Argentina-warm days, cool nights, high mountains, great steak, and with a lot fewer ex-Nazis in hiding these days.
Madonna was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in a ceremony held at the Waldorf Astoria. There are so many things wrong with that statement I hardly know where to begin. Lets start with the Material Girl herself. We can readily concede, at least for the sake of argument, that she is talented, makes great music, and deserves accolades. But as a rock star? When you think "rocker," you have to run down an extremely long list before you get to Madonna. Chuck Berry, John Lennon, Jimmy Page...and Madonna. One of these things is not like the other. Maybe they can get her to present when they let in Backstreet Boys. Then there's the concept of having a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Rock isn't about museums or halls of fame. Rock is about expressing feelings that can't be defined by words alone, that need a downbeat, or distortion, or a scream. Paul Simon once was asked what was the smartest thing he ever heard anybody say in rock-and-roll, and he replied "Be-Bop-A-Lula, she's my baby." The worst thing that ever happened, in a way, was the deification of the musicians. They got fat and decended into sloth; they left the desperate world that fueled their music. Hard to rock and roll when roll around in limos going from the Playboy Mansion to the Vanity Fair shoot. All these rock geezers tearfully accepting their admission into the Hall need to apologize to their 25 year old selves. Thank God for the Sex Pistols, who had the integrity to "decline" the honor. Although I've been to the Hall and it does have some cool stuff. OK, so if there has to be a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, why does the ceremony happen at the Waldorf Astoria of all places. Fantastic hotel...which is the point. Rock lives in the clubs, in the garages, and in the streets (actually, I mean that what's left of rock does those things). Certainly not at the Waldorf. They should have been holding those things at CBGBs, or the Fillmore, or the Rainbow, or the Whisky. Anywhere that Cole Porter never lived.
Now this is relatively important. At least one of you out there had the mistaken impression that something I wrote was directed at you. Lets get this clear: nothing I write is about any of you in particular. Look, the world doesn't revolve around you (it actually revolves around me and Maria Bartiromo). True, many of your adventures inform my thoughts and opinions, but if I want to let someone know what I think, I do it. I don't passive aggressively slink off to blog-land and vent my frustrations to the boxer short wearins, downloading internet porn crowd. I've got way more to do than to waste my time on petty vendettas (there's my scrapbooking, of course, stamp collecting, hanging out at the playground, jazzercise...it never ends). I have at least double digit numbers of relatives who are (or were while alive) ministers. Many times I've heard them say that after they gave a sermon, more than one congregant confronted them after the service to ask why they had to tell the whole church about the member's particular failings. Of course, they had done nothing of the kind. Think about that.
I've been putting new/old pictures on Flickr of late. I pretty much have put most of my old pictures on CD and then most of those are now on flickr. Latest examples are from vacations in New Mexico/Colorado, Vancouver/Banff, the Hill Country, Seattle, and numerous California trips. I need to take the prints where I can't find the negatives and get those converted too. Keep checking from time to time. There are some real highlights coming (and by that of course I mean pictures documenting some extremely unfortunate 80s style choices on my part). If you happen to see yourself there and don't want to, let me know and I'll pull it down from the site.
Meet Lance Berkman, 1970s JC Penney's catalog men's model.
I guess that's everything for now.
1 comment:
I have it on good authority that the world does revolve around me. To wit:
"Sorry, the world does revolve around you. My bad. XOXO, Copernicus."
So there. :P
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