Wednesday, October 31, 2007

VON LMO: Future Language

One I pulled off the shelf recently--THIS IS A LUKEWARM REVIEW but Future Language is the coolest album you probably never heard.

I don't know who wrote this review but judging by his opinion here he probably likes Coldplay or Travis.

Future Language is a great rock and roll album. Period.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Weird scenes inside the gold mine...

You know the day has no place to go but up when the first news story you hear is about a man arrested for having sex with the corpse of a 92 year old woman.

It's a superstitious thing that I sometimes have to work at not letting become a self-fulfilling prophecy--this tendency to forecast the day by the nature of the first bit of news I hear. There are days when the connection is too close.

At just past 6 a.m. on the morning of September 11, 2001, for example, I wrote in my diary, "9/11--I hope this day doesn't live up to its name." No lie. I had just awakened feeling like crap and was trying to navigate a coffee mug to my lips. And of course we all know the rest of this story. Now I even resent that the term 911 has been coopted as a political slogan...

It's not just your emergency number, nor just a really funny song by Public Enemy...

Anyway, the first news story of today was pretty friggin' weird. Thanks ABC!

****Further thoughts on this: I realize that every TV news show, especially in the short-attention-span early a.m. hours, looks for the biggest hook for the lead story, but it disturbs me that this one is it. There simply MUST be real news that they're overlooking and/or covering up in order to parade this garish horseshit on the morning news.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Autumn in New York

Ah yes, Autumn in New York... Indian summer... now officially renamed Al Gore Summer. It's hard to believe it's the last weekend in October and last night I say at a sidewalk cafe in Murray Hill at 2 a.m.. drinking wine, wearing a sport jacket. It was absolutely balmy, as evidenced by some of the rather skimpy Halloween costumes being sported with no small amount of aplomb by sotted 20-somethings. Remarkable how that neighborhood has changed in 20 years or so, from working class families and retirees to the playground of transplanted suburban youth... too cool for Westchester, but not quite hip enough for Williamsburg and Bushwick.

But yes, a balmy autumn day in NYC... really a perfect day (yesterday) and a reminder of why I stay here on this alien planet.

MoMA for the first time since they came back to 53rd Street. Spent a lot of time in the photography exhibits. A standout: life-size prints by Tanyth Berkeley. I'm not quite sure why or how her rather otherworldly subjects both repel and fascinate me at the same time. It's a sensation I can't quite put a finger on but they're just a little jarring...

Then up to Bin 71 on Columbus Avenue. Okay, I probably don't come across as the typical patron of a wine bar, but there you go... If you haven't been up to the UWS for a while, give it a shot. It's pretty cool.

Then on to Barbes on West 36th & Madison for French/Moroccan cuisine (not to be confused with the music venue of the same name in Park Slope). This has become my favorite midtown restaurant after a couple visits. Food, ambiance, service, staff... all top notch. You could build a whole meal out of the appetizer menu, but why. I did learn a new word there, "Tagine," which evidently means stew. There ya go...

And then of course down into Murray Hill for late night madness... Not usually my milieu but the streets were packed with party-goers, the bars (four to six on every block now) were all teeming. The atmosphere was fantastic. People were smiling at each other. Anything that I thought mattered at 2 a.m. on Saturday morning, simply didn't at 2 a.m. on Sunday morning. That's pretty cool, if you ask me.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Hard done by... a little bit about anger

Do people in the Northeast use this term? Whenever I use it in conversation people give me the puzzled look. For those of you who are NOT familiar, feeling hard done by is simply feeling that you've been cheated in some aspect of your life, either by specific people or organizations, or life in general. The feeling can be valid or invalid, but since "hard done by" is all relative I'd have to say it's usually invalid... relatively speaking. Certainly there are people, say... in Sierra Leone that should have my WORST problems.

Anyway, this brings me to anger. Generally anger comes from the feeling that you've been hard done by. I don't mean momentarily pissed off, but the condition of walking around with a lot of baggage. I was recently accused of being an angry person, ironically by one of the most generally pissed off people I've met in a long time... but it didn't make it untrue.

DISCLAIMER: I'M NOT ABOUT TO GET DEEPLY PERSONAL HERE. I AM NOT OPENING A VEIN.

Yes, I've come to realize in recent years that I'm one of those people who sometimes needs a reminder that shit really isn't so bad at all. I've even gotten to the point where I recognize the sensation of bile rising before it comes up and manifests itself in some ugly statement or observation. Yay me! Right? Don't worry, I'm not patting myself on the back yet. Life is a work in progress and all that.

But I now recognize it in other people too... quite a few people... but recognition of the source (usually pain) makes it a whole lot easier to navigate the world of angry people. There are a lot of us out here who often feel that we just haven't gotten out of something what we've put into it. Something or everything. Perhaps one level of self awareness is knowing that you've gotten exactly what you've put into it... perhaps not. Perhaps that's a level of self-loathing also. But I've never quite reached there. Recognition though, leads to compassion and empathy.

Angry people: Some are clearly more angry than others. One of them filtered into my world just yesterday while I was at work. A really angry one... and fortunately this wasn't a prospective mate, or a violent encounter. I was just sitting there going about my work business when a rather long fax came through from a really pissed off guy named Kazuhiro from Yokohama. Kazu's gripe, apparently, is that "Japanese Cursed Satans" have taken control of their National Police Agency and the staffs of their major hotel chains--and furthermore if it's not addressed immediately then natural disasters will start to level civilization. Nobody is listening and Kazu is really really pissed off:

"Unless you take "Japanese Cursed Satans" away by 2007. Nov. 30, the probability that The Natural Disaster begins to happen from the beginning of 2008 is Very High. That's Natural Disaster will be severe gradually. Then, The Probability of All the People of All the Worldwide to die is Very High by 2011, Dec. 24.

(edit. note: This guy makes Al Gore look positively cheerful.)

***And one of the "Natural Disasters" is evidently an underground nuclear war with No. 5 planet. Hmmmmm****

So Kazu's solution is that all these police and bellhops and chambermaids should be rounded up and dosed up with "confession medicine." Then we find out if they're Christians or Muslims or Buddhists and find out about their "Various Thoughts" and "Various Plans." And after that we continue to "do torture to each Japanese Cursed Satan." The prescription, and I quote:

"You should prepare doctors and nurses. You are supposed to be able to cope with it with blood transfusio., the intravenous drip, and so on fully to Satans. You don't need to use transfusions to Satans. You should stamp the brand (carved seal) of 666 on Satans forehead to Satans. You should cut mans and womans Satans pubic hair with a knife. You should cut mans Satans penis in the root with scissors. You should put may glass pieces in the womans ***and it gets grim here*** Then you should dedicate Satans penes to offer a sacrifice for God."

I don't remember God ever calling for penile sacrifice anywhere in the Bible... but what's my point here? I guess my point is, Kazuhiro is a miserable bastard. It really must feel awful to walk around with all this anger and fear. My anger doesn't compare on any level... so even as far as feeling hard done by goes, I haven't been hard done by. And of course I'm not a paranoid schizophrenic so that's something to feel good about (Reasons to be cheerful, part 2). That's just another reason to face this day with positivity.

My lesson for myself each morning. Let go.

Friday, October 26, 2007

The Missing Link

Researchers at Washington University in Missouri have posited that NEANDERTHAL MAN MAY HAVE HAD RED HAIR.

We at The Glossophagia Institute have known this since the early 70s, as evidenced by a hominid speciman known as THE GINGER MAN.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Catharsis

There are some days, few and far between thankfully, that it really takes something raw to shake off the weird stuff. I don't know why this song by The Anti-Nowhere League makes me feel so joyful, but it really does. If it's a reflection of anything perhaps it's just the toxins you can take on during the course of those odd weird days.


"I Hate...People"

God I wish that I could hide away
And find a wall to bang my brains
I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare dream... reality
People ride about all day
In metal boxes made away
I wish that they would drop the bomb
And kill these cunts that don't belong

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me

My mother thinks that I am a jerk
Because I hate my bleeding work
Be like your daddy he's sincere
But don't be true... or you'll be queer
I'm working at my 9 to 5
with boring cunts that give me jibe
their talking of the love they give
they never give... they never give

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Intelligence

LOTS OF SHIT THAT GOES OVER MY HEAD but I'm passing it on because you might think I'm cool for knowing about it.

For Skin

Yes, I really did have to go there, but HERE'S A SOLUTION that could end animal testing. After all, putting eyeliner on a rabbit doesn't make it any sexier, does it?

Monday, October 22, 2007

We are the sons of no one...

Running late on the F train this morning, having just bounded down the stairs to catch the doors on the last car before they closed. First song on the iPod shuffle is the song that I still believe defines my generation... those of us caught on the ass end of the Baby Boom and too fucking old to be called Slackers... some of us may slack but we're probably less cynical, having been indoctrinated at least a little by the idealistic 60s... too much so to ease comfortably into the Reagan Era. I do believe that Paul Westerberg and the Replacements did about the best job of capturing the zeitgeist (I've been waiting my whole life to use that word conversationally so I hope it's not misused here)of the times and my age group. But this song has long been a favorite, and the perfect first song of the first workday of the week, when I'm still feeling squirrelly and asking myself "who the fuck am I and what the fuck am I doing????"

Bastards of the Young: (the lyrics may be just a little off)

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there ain't no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no war to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Young...take it, it's yours...

Sunday, October 21, 2007

For the record...

The previous two posts are not connected. Today isn't about romantic adversity. It's about sunshine and uploading favorite songs to the iPod. I'm not about to get maudlin and personal in cyberspace. I save "maudlin" for sharing over a bottle of red wine and tears when I'm having a Sensitive New Age Guy episode.

Steve Goodman: Souvenirs

Never heard Steve Goodman's but John Prine's cover always blows me away. So what do you do with the souvenirs of past relationships... letters, photos etc. Do you throw them out? Do you keep them? I'm not talking about when they become an albatross around your neck and you're heartsick and depressed. Anyway, this is a beautiful song and unfortunately I can't offer it up with the music:

All the snow has turned to water,
Christmas days have come and gone.
Broken toys and faded colours are all that's left to linger on.
I hate graveyards and old oawn shops,
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forgive the way they robbed me of my childhood souvenirs.

Memories, they can't be boughten.
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.

Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see.
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me.
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forget the way they robbed me,
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs.

Memories they can't be boughten,
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.

Delroy Wilson: Better Must Come

Don't read anything into this. I'm not currently balls to the wall facing some tremendous adversity, but I have been different points in my life... I think most of us have moments of hopelessness and despair. This song has been my mantra through several. No real adversity this morning; it's hard to feel bad about anything on such a beautiful day. The weather has reached the point where it's ALMOST seasonable and global warming is nearly ignorable (or Algoreable as the case may be). The news is dire and woeful though, so it was nice to turn on the Reggae Schoolroom (where is Jeff Sarge this week???) and hear Delroy Wilson.

I've been trying a long, long time
Still I can't make it
Everything I try to do seems to go wrong
It seems I have done something wrong
But they're trying to keep me down

Who God bless, no one curse,
thank God I'm past the worst

Better must come one day
Better must come, they can't conquer me
Better must come [*fine]

I've been trying a long, long time
But I can't make it
Noone to give me a helping hand
The only sign keeps me down
Who God...

Oh my people get a seed (seat ?)
They're trying to take advantage of me
Better must come, better must come
Better must come one day
Better must come

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Teenage Kicks, my iPod, and Why I Will Burn In Hell

Okay, lighten up. You can't go to a place you don't believe in, right? I mean, unless you're dumb enough not to believe in say... New Jersey. But yes, I'm a very bad man. Not the worst but if this is any indication...

Have I said lately how much I love my new iPod? It's the new 8 gig Nano, video capable if I'm so inclined, which I'm not. If it's got one weak point I'd say it's the earbuds which just don't stick in my ears. So I'm on my way to the train and stopped to adjust these confounded things when one of my neighbors passes me by, saying hello and moving on. Now, no disrespect intended but this woman has what you might call really tidy rear quarter panels... you might call it that if you were immature enough to refer to a woman's body parts in autobody terms. I just couldn't tear my eyes away.

Teenage Dreams so hard to beat... yeah and in a moment of cosmic confluence we've got the Undertones on the iPod.

So I'm watching this woman walk away, another guy coming from the opposite direction passes the woman and nods a polite hello. He's also pretty enrapt and looking back over his shoulder watching her sway off. It's really not my fault that he's not watching where he's going, but I could have given him a head's up. Not going to though. No way I'm warning him about the lump of hardened concrete in the middle of the walk. Quite the opposite, I've forgotten the ass and I'm watching the train wreck about to happen. Worse, I'm feeling pretty gleeful about it. Yes... he nails it. Yes he lurches and stumbles. Yes his coffee goes flying. Yes, I am probably going to burn in hell, that is, if there is one.

But anyway... my iPod. I think I held out longer than anybody on this gadget. I was still fairly reserved though, agnostic even. It wasn't a lot more to get the 80 gig unit that holds 40,000 songs. Just a few weeks ago though I was of a mind that I could go a whole day with only one CD in a DiscMan. Who needs more? You pick something that suits your mood that morning and run with it. More on that in a bit.

It's always been my habit to listen to entire albums from beginning to end. It always seemed that's the way the artist planned so I'd go with it. As of this morning though I've got about 1300 songs on the iPod and I've been listening to it on shuffle. It's sort of like listening to the radio but with no commercials. I remembered that MOST artists, while often paying attention to the order of the tracks for those who don't listen to the radio, mostly just recorded songs... doesn't make a difference. Now, the advantage to having a variety of stuff on shuffle while going about your day to day business, the commute etc. is that you are no longer at the mercy of your prevailing mood. You can sort of roll with it. A song can come up randomly that can totally change the pace and energy of the day. That's a step up if you started the day in kind of a pissy funk and happened to choose something like Leonard Cohen to suit that mood.

And I don't think I even have to get into the advantages of size... The new Nano is about the size of three credit cards stacked together. Slips into any pocket and you hardly notice it.

So that's my pointless ramble for the day. Love me. Love my iPod. Pray for my immortal soul.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Van Morrison, Live At the United Palace 10/13/07

I promised a review of this show a week ago and then remembered how much I hate writing review. That may sound odd given that I used to write a few dozen a week, but it is what it is--I grew weary of trying to explain exactly what certain albums and songs make me feel and why.

That said, this was probably the best VAN MORRISON show I've seen, out of roughly 2 dozen. It would be wrong not to at least give mention to that. (It would also be unfair not to mention that the UNITED PALACE, homebase to the weekly sermons of REVEREND IKE is one of the coolest venues I've ever seen.)

My relationship with Van is interesting: He's in my top 10 favorite artists of all time, but he shares that list with mostly punk bands or assorted later acts (read late 70s through early 80s). It's one of those things, with both his recordings and his live shows... when he's on he's really really on, and nothing moves me more, and when he's not, total snooze. What he does right, nobody else comes close to, not for me. I've never heard songs that compare to his best. I've never heard phrasing the compares to his... and very few other artists inspire chills and goosebumps the way he does for me.

He was really really "on" on last Saturday night. The set list was mostly culled from his jazzier stuff. The band was tight. He was in good form, good voice... good humor (I actually saw him grinning which is a first for me.). It was perfect. The material he did was primarily from the last 20 years... it was not what you would call a greatest hits show, unless you include Moondance and a stomping encore of Gloria.

I don't want to get into explaining what it is... the way he hangs a phrase out in space, or runs strange little vocal arpeggios...not quite scat, nothing like I've ever heard from someone else. Someone commented once that if you ignore what he's singing and just listen, he's singing trumpet and sax solos. It makes sense... whatever he's doing it's magic.

And as great as he was Saturday night, I'm told he was better on Sunday... Credit it to whatever--some people are saying it's because he's been sober for 5 years--whatever he's done, it works. If you've never seen him, or saw him on a bad night and were disappointed, etc... go out of your way to check him out.

Oh really... (More suspect research)


This study offers up a theory about why MALES DIE BEFORE FEMALES. They suggest it's competition for sex that drive males to an early grave. That may or may not be true, but perhaps it's not simply the stress. Just maybe... now think about this for a second... just maybe... that after going through all that hassle, we simply wish to die.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Fly United: The NoTel Motel Takes Wing



Just the other day I was waxing poetic about airlines adding internet access to their in-flight accommodations... and how it would enable travellers to view internet porn etc. etc., blah blah blah.

Now Singapore Airlines has TURNED IT UP A NOTCH with the addition of double beds in the first class cabin... which of course combined with internet access could turn it into the no class cabin... What will they think of next???

Props to the Blogistani (whose blogs are inaccessible due to a coup d'etat or something) for forwarding this very uplifting story.

1 Year of Glossophagia!

It was pointed out to me today that October 15, 2007 marks the 1-Year Anniversary of Glossophagia. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everybody who has followed along and indulged what I've come to call My Digital Vanity, and shared MY DEEPEST THOUGHTS AND FONDEST DREAMS AND MOST INTENSE MEDITATION.

Thanks guys... really.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Sunday Morning Comin' Down...

I've been listening to this song by KRIS KRISTOFFERSON for as long as I can remember now. I've heard dozens of covers of it, and always liked his original the best. BUT, it was only recently that I realized I've misunderstood the premise of the title. Call me a thicko... It only struck me recently that it's not that Sunday morning is coming down, but that you're coming down on Sunday morning. Duh!!! Makes so much more sense, especially in the context of the wild Saturday night culture that I've been a part of for the better part of my adult life. I've had some heroic sort of Tom Waits song, Charles Bukowski Sunday mornings... wandering around brain damaged and trying to piece myself together for Monday morning. Those are in the past for the most part. Ain't so bad today. Great concert last night with full report to come later. Van Morrison was HOT HOT HOT!!! So it's a brisk, sunny morning. I'm getting some work done and listening to Jeff Sarge's Reggae Schoolroom on WFMU (that's 91.1 FM folks or you can stream it at www.wfmu.org).

Cheers... more later.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Contemplation/Reflection/Introspection


Autumn is here, apparently. Or at least the temperature has dropped low enough to go into willful denial about Global Warming for a few days. That gets me thinking about denial though, and it gets me thinking that life is strange when A POWERPOINT PRESENTATION that might as well be titled "A Remarkable Grasp of the Obvious" can win Al Gore a Nobel Peace Prize. Doesn't seem to me their standards are too high this year.

But autumn is here, at least as far as the calendar tells me. It's got me contemplating LEATHER.

Shit... not THAT leather. Let's try again.

Autumn has me contemplating LEATHER. New York has changed an awful lot over the years, what with all the GENTRIFICATION, but one look around tells you that leather is still the official uniform of NYC.... Particularly black leather. And I have lived here long enough to officially call myself a New Yorker so I'm breaking out the leather... jackets... minds out of the gutter folks.

I was pulling on the OTHER PART OF MY NYC UNIFORM this morning and thinking about WEIGHT LOSS...

Shit... not that. Thinking about WEIGHT LOSS. I've got a ways to go but I'm down to 215 and feeling pretty good. Still lots of toning to do, but I'm pleased with myself. About 5 years ago I had reached TREMENDOUS PROPORTIONS! I was up to 265 with a whopping 52" chest, 42" waist, 20" neck, and a BIG FRIGGIN' FAT ASS! Now I've still got some toning to do (I had gone back up to 235 but dropped 20 in the last two months), but now the measurements are 46" chest, 36" waist and a 17" neck. I look better, and yes I'm vain enough to feel good about that, and I feel better. Stuff stops shaking sooner after running down a flight of stairs. Cool...

I QUIT SMOKING several months ago also and I will admit to missing it, but I'm getting my wind back. Life ain't so bad.

But it's autumn and perhaps because of more darkness and more time spent indoors, the atmosphere is conducive to INTROSPECTION AND REFLECTION...

Oh Jesus Christ... Once more... INTROSPECTION AND REFLECTION. It's never a bad time to take stock of one's life and make adjustments accordingly. So that's sort of a pledge I've made to myself for this fall.

First on the agenda is to go see VAN MORRISON and BOBBY BLUE BLAND tonight. Soul and Irish Soul for the soul. Good way to get the brain and the heart back into a good space. Full report tomorrow.

Its a beautiful day... be in it. (someone remind me tomorrow to say something about how much I dig my new iPod.) And the photo above, by the way, is of course me being contemplative... and contemplating things in a contemplative manner...

Thursday, October 11, 2007

I'VE BEEN STRESSED FOREVER!!!

THIS STUDY CONTRIBUTES TO MY STRESS AND ANXIETY.

Seriously now, you don't need a study whether here or in England to tell you that little kids are stressed out of their skulls and this is pretty much caused by the pressure that we put on them... now global warming and the war on terror aside, because there has always been war...

The terror I've seen children put through by the over-achieving self-professed super parents is just horrific. It's something I've witnessed firsthand. I've seen 4th graders told in no uncertain terms that their citywide Math and English tests would impact them for the rest of their lives... 4th grade... 10 years old. Add to that the hectic schedules we put them through... out of the house, often a commute to the school because the school down the street, for some reason or another isn't good enough. After school programs because both parents work... accelerated academic programs, extra-curricular activities. Kids aren't kids any longer. It sucks. We suck.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Now you won't need a partner

To JOIN THE MILE HIGH CLUB.

I was going to apologize in advance, but you know somebody up there is going to be checking out A LOT MORE THAN WIKIPEDIA.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Mark Lanegan



There are few voices that touch me as deeply as that of Mark Lanegan. It's not even something I can explain beyond that it comes from some incredible place beyond day to day experience and resonates in some distant corner of my brain--the part where I store all the stuff that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He connects to something very profound that I can't really put words to.

Screaming Trees always took a back seat to the Nirvana in that whole Seattle scene... never quite got that. Maybe Lanegan is just too much for some people. Dunno...

But there are days when nothing else will do--when you just have to take it someplace just a little beyond. Field Songs did it for me today. Not to be repetitive, but it's beyond good songwriting. It's the voice itself. Some people are endowed with a pleasant singing voice and the ability to carry a tune. Then there are others whose voice is an instrument unto itself. And even beyond that there are those whose voice is acts as a vehicle for something else... go ahead and be a skeptic. If you're uncomfortable with that thought, consider it in terms of just pure ability to communicate the most profound emotions. Anyway anyhow... yeah, Mark Lanegan. I dig this guy.

WFMU 91.1



Special mention this morning to my source for most of the new music I've heard/learned about for the last couple decades: WFMU 91.1

Right now I'm listening to Jeff Sarge's Reggae Schoolroom, a program that's rocked me through more Sunday mornings than I can count. And technology being what it is, I can tune in on the web when I'm out of the Northeast (which happens too infrequently these last couple years, incidently). Anyway, just thought they deserve a shout out.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Connection Works




I'd like to give a special big up today to a new non-profit organization called CONNECTION WORKS formed right here in the warm sunny bosom of Brooklyn. My boys took me today to Brooklyn Music Wide Open, the first of an ongoing series of shows/workshops/jam sessions hosted by this very special organization, founded by Brooklyn's own ROB GARCIA. It was truly a special day, run by and filled with very special people. My kids, on drums and keyboards in the photo above, walked out of there today floating on air. I can't tell you how cool it was...

Thanks to everybody from Connection Works.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Keep an eye on this man... or a few dozen eyes



Mr. Potato Head: Hero? Visionary? Genius? Beloved friend to generations of children???

Or just another DRUG SMUGGLING SON OF A BITCH

You ever get the feeling you've been had?

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

It's A Man's Man's Man's World

There's just no denying that. Anybody who says otherwise is either blind or just plain dumb.

But hopefully THIS VERDICT will be a big step towards making it a better place for women in the workplace. The only downside to the whole affair is that Isiah Thomas doesn't have to pay too. This clearly delivers a message though and I hope corporate America takes notice. This passage says it all:

"One day my daughter will go out to work; this was done for her and all women," Browne Sanders said as a bottle of champagne sat on ice in her lawyers' offices in Times Square.

"If you have a sister, a mother, a daughter or wife who goes to work each day, if you are a man you should be outraged" by sex harassment, she added. "It is something that occurs everywhere."

I want to hear more of that, from more men and from more women. I really believe this is a positive outcome.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

You've come a long way, baby!!



Or then again, maybe you haven't. Madison Avenue is still at it, stooping to any level, including exploiting insecurity, to sell product. When I was a kid there was a similar advertisement on primetime TV: "Did you ever get that 'not so fresh' feeling?" Okay... so it's not like I'm playing Joe Sensitive here, but it's a wonder women even talk to us guys...

And for christs sake... Lysol????

Monday, October 01, 2007

Three months down...



Three months off the cancer bus. I definitely feel the health benefits already, but there hasn't been a day yet that I haven't missed it just a little.... bastards!!!!