Monday, March 31, 2008

Podcast:Record Stores and So Much More

What to expect:

I am talking about Record Stores,what they mean to me, and what happens if they all go away.
My goofy DVR schedule.
A reading from The Prophet in honor of National Poetry Month.
A few shenanigans scattered about.
or, listen right here:

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Do You Hear What I Am Saying?

ear Saturday morning was the first of an 8 week accelerated class in Computers & technology I am teaching. From the moment I got into the class until it was necessary to use one of the required text materials, I had announced that the bookstore was open and had the text book bundle and that it was required for today.
Amongst the materials was a software package that comes with a product key required to establish their accounts, which had to be done during that first class. I made the announcement regarding the text and the bookstore at least a dozen times highlighting the urgency to create the accounts, which require the text bundle, and that the window of opportunity to create these accounts was in this class session, period. I even went so far as to tell them that without having this account, they would not be able to take the final exam and therefore not qualify to receive a grade for the course.
So class goes on, we create our accounts, nobody says a thing when I ask if there are any issues or problems so I am guessing it all goes off fine except during one of the breaks I did notice a student on Amazon and was curious as to why they were searching for the software that they should already have and in fact, created their account on.
I confirmed today that this particular student never created the account in class. I am now in the position where I had to email this student and tell them that they wouldn't be able to receive a grade for the course.
Can you feel my frustration?

Saturday, March 29, 2008

The Return of...

This morning marked the return of teaching on Saturday mornings and for the next 8 weeks, actually 7 more, I'll be working the classroom from 8:30am until 1:30pm. Have you ever talked for 5 hours in a row? Ouch!
Looks like I'll be teaching fully online over the summer including pioneering the first online version of Information Systems Analysis & Design, how's that for geeky?
The Music of my Years, remember this? The popular segment featured in my podcast which seems to have been abandoned has only been temporarily sidelined. My new goal is to create an extended podcast series featuring nothing but the music of my years.
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How freakin' neat is this? My friend Erin has a book coming out! This is so cool to me that I have a print of this cover hanging on my wall at work. I am so proud of Erin, whom I had the pleasure of working with for a short time. Erin is funny and very talented so when Amazon starts taking orders, I'll be sure to let you all know.
Finally today, I am slowly being convinced that it is impossible to catch up on sleep, Tom Cruise is mentally unstable, I wish I ate more lamb, and my cat is one of a kind.
Goodnight for now.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Criminal Insanity

A day or two ago I read a really horrific story about a man who had placed his 2 month old daughter in the microwave. The girl survived though "suffered second and third-degree burns to her face and left side and required two skin grafts. Also, part of her left ear had to be amputated."
A jury had recently rejected an insanity defense and he is currently serving a fail sentence. My question is, should an insanity plea in a case like this be allowed? Should it even make a difference?
Does insanity excuse such a heinous crime?
In the same vein, it's irritating how a number of wretched defense attorneys shoot for the insanity plea. I can only assume the reason for a lawyer to push this is that it extends the amount of time that the lawyer's billable services are required.
What are your thoughts about this topic?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Passing Gas


This is not a post about farting nor will reacharounds be mentioned except this one obligatory time comfortably, yet inappropriately nested in the same run-on sentence that mentions farting.
To ask if you've noticed the prices at the pumps would be silly, of course you have. But has it struck you yet how gas prices have impacted everything else? Holy moley, it's out of hand I tell ya.
I would estimate grocery prices are up about 20%. I remember being in Hawaii a couple of years ago and one of the tour guides asked, "Have you seen the price of a gallon of milk here on the Island?" Just a few short years later, boom (though I would suspect their prices how have increased proportionally). I decided to go to Boston Market for lunch today and what once was an overpriced, unsatisfying meal at about $6 or $7 was over $9 (it's back to the PB&J in my office cupboard to recover).
I recently spoke with my plumber, more accurately, the plumber who has done all of the plumbing work on my home since I've owned the house, and he now adds a "gas surcharge" to every house call and the cost is based on the distance traveled. When a plumber needs to ask for a gas surcharge, things are getting tough.
Is anyone out there other than me nervous, upset, or and/or scared?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Squished Peas

Dinner was always something of a project at home. Not in a bad way mind you but the bulk of our meals were a minimum of two courses. There was the pasta dish and the main course. Some nights featured an appetizer, others a dessert. This was all just a typical weekday, I've already told you of Sunday's and perhaps one day I'll get into the insanity that was the holidays.
Anyway, there was this one pasta dish my Mom would make every so often and one of the ingredients was peas. For no good reason other than we were rotten kids wise asses, one or both of us would pull a pea out of the plate, squish it on the table, then insist to Mom that she eats it before we continue to eat - such brats!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

1978

Thirty years have passed. It was my most prolific year of baseball fanaticism having attended 60 of the 81 home games played at Yankee stadium in the Bronx. My, how things have changed since then.
For less than 5 bucks, I was able to get a round trip to the ball park on the subway, a bleacher seat, and a hot dog. I did that routine so many times that I was part of a group referred to, not only by the group but by the local press as well, as "The Bleacher Creatures."
Not even close to the commercial enterprise it has become, America's past time was still revered as such and there was a quality of sportsmanship and play that we only get rare glimpses of today. The characters were charismatic and colorful, far more than you see on today's game where if anything, many of the high ticket players are of all things for a professional athlete to be, prissy.
Mark "the Bird" Fidrych - he used to pat the pitchers mound before going into his wind up.
"The Mad Hungarian" Al Hrabosky - he would face the outfield and rub the ball vigorously while uttering something odd. Then, he'd pound the ball into his glove while spinning around before taking the mound.
Mike Hargrove - no player in my time spent more time absorbed in rituals that the most obsessive compulsive's would admire. Nobody grabbed his balls on TV more than Mike Hargrove.
Earl Weaver and Billy Martin - Watching a game with either of these two legendary managers ensured that you were gonna see a show. These two were classic when it came to arguing with umpires and getting tossed out of games. In more modern day, only Lou Piniella comes close to being as colorful.
Willie Montanez - if he drew a walk, he literally walked to first base.
Oh, the fun it was. 6 days until the Yankees begin their 2008 season and the last in the Yankee stadium that has been Yankee stadium since 1923, a stadium in which I have seen more than 400 ball games. Bring it on.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Babble from the Sofa on a Monday Evening

For the next 8 Saturday's I'll be teaching an accelerated version of the course I teach on Thursday evening's. Last semester it turned out to be a good experience (except having to be at work at 8:30am on Saturday mornings) - they really loaded me up though with 29 students it will be a challenge.

Here's a few other things:

I found this textbook in our campus library; has someone been holding out on us?



Michael Stipe being hysterically funny:


Call me! This is cool, click on the call me button.:

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Alleluia, Christ is Risen

The Lord is Risen Indeed, Alleluia!

I recognize that these words and the celebration of Easter is not part of everyone's beliefs or culture. The significance and symbolism for me however are extremely significant.

The sermon today included a piece from a speech made by Bishop Gene Robinson of New Hampshire. For those of you who do not know who he is, he is the first ever openly gay man to be consecrated as a Bishop in the Episcopal Church and what a stir that created.

For the record, I fully support his consecration as I support the ordination of gay clergy and gay marriage as well. For me it's a no brainer, it boils down once again to human rights.

I wish I had the text that was read today because it really would was compelling. I'll get it to you soon enough but in a nutshell, Gene Robinson was asked to wear a bullet proof vest the day he was consecrated as Bishop. That's how much controversy and hatred was stirred up and that was amongst people who are "devoted Christians".

For me, Easter is about rebirth and hope and salvation and forgiveness and love. Easter is about the ultimate sacrifice made for all human kind.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Leftovers for a Saturday

Here's just a couple of tidbits that I've had laying around waiting for the right time to share them:

1. Here's a joke that Nancy sent to me:

I THINK YOU'RE THE FATHER OF ONE OF MY KIDS...
A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello. He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, "Do you know me?" To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids."
Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery?"
She looks into his eyes and says calmly, "No, I'm your son's teacher."


2. Here's a terrific one from my friend Maria:

THE SPOILED UNDER-30 CROWD!!!
If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!! When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning ... uphill BOTH ways yadda, yadda, yadda And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it! I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!! There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter ...with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there! There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister! We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE! When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, you were just screwed! Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 15 channels and there was no on screen menu and no emote control! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel and there was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-bastards! And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove or go build a frigging fire .. imagine that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot. That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980!
Regards, The over 30 Crowd

Friday, March 21, 2008

Podcast: Pot Brownies and Other Oddities

Topics talked about:
  • Be careful what you eat. A story of how alleged "pot brownies" forced me to exercise.
  • Getting bullied in elementary school.
  • Silly moments from the classroom.
  • What I am reading and watching.
The sound quality is off but still listenable.

LISTEN HERE
or, Listen here hotshot...

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Testosterone Based Blunder #364

A number of years back a gang of guys were hanging out in a bar in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn called The Brooklyn Dodger. The goal was to watch a football game and indulge in some hot wings and beer. There was a good number of us, I believe 8 and our initial order was 100 hot wings and a round of beers.

The only question the server had was "How hot do you want those wings?" to which we all looked at each other and with a simultaneous burst of testosterone grunged, "As hot as you got'em!"

Once the wings arrived we went right to work and it wasn't but a few minutes into it that you could begin seeing the signs of discomfort: watery eyes, tugging at the shirt collar, gluttonous gulps of beer (only amplifying the heat of the ribs unbeknownst to any of us at the time). The server, who must've been nearby witnessing the stupidity came almost on cue to ask us "How everything was." to which once again we all mumbled "AWESOME, could you bring us another hundred?"

Those wings were to this day the hottest I've ever had. Holy moley! Could we have been any more stupid than that?

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Take Another Little Piece of My Heart

Every single time I step into a fast food joint and indulge, even if just a little, I feel awful about it and am convinced that I shortened my life needlessly.
That's not to say I don't still do it every now and again.
Crazy, I know.
Anderson Cooper has skin cancer, here's to hoping it works out fine for him.
The Mole is returning this summer, or so it seems. However, Anderson Cooper is not set to be the host, at least not as of yet.
I'm no economist, but I sense that Bernanke isn't good at what he does for a living.
I want to go on a Bizarre Foods trip with Andrew Zimmern.
I'm bringing Oliver to the vet tomorrow for his annual checkup.
Apple released Safari for PC, I gave it a try today. Interesting!
Canada 2006 010
These are Canadian cows on Prince Edward Island.
I got nothing else for ya today. Until next time, I'm thinking about you, especially you.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

SnapShot™ Concluded

This post is the third, and final, in a series of posts about a particular adventure in Las Vegas, Nevada during New Years Eve week as 2001 was to become 2002. If you haven't read the first two posts, you may want to before getting into this one.
The night was still young and with Paris under our belt, we were ready to take on some more of "the strip" leaving a trail of CuzzMania™ behind and never looking back (until now). The next stop on our "Tormenting the Barkeeps of Las Vegas" tour was the Betty Boop bar at the MGM Grand.
The bartender was an old timer. Slicked back black hair, a little dab of Brylcream and perhaps a splash of Bay Rum, I'd predict a 3-4 pack a day habit and more stories than could be told in the rest of his life. This was a guy however who in his long and storied career had seen it all and left no stone unturned; he may even have turned a few more than once - much less mixed every drink that's ever been mixed. Unfortunately for him, he never saw us coming.
I remember the bar being rather crowded, so CuzzHuzz did the honor of placing the drink orders right at the bar. I actually spoke to the Cuzz's earlier this morning but at this point I can't recall the specific way the order went down but I do know that it ended with "...and a SnapShot™."
I don't know how many of you have had the chance to see a real bartender in action. Not a glorified beer server, a real tradesman. The classic bartender sizes up the customer on first glance and in their head, already knows what you're going to order and in some cases, what kind of tipper you are. This is one of the reasons that for me, and I know the Cuzz's, this story will never get old.
From the moment CuzzHuzz uttered the word SnapShot™, the bartender began making the physical motions in preparation to make the drink he thought he was going to make, based on his own read, but then the brain and the eardrum collided and the expression on his face when he actually heard the word, SnapShot™, was truly priceless, more than any MasterCard moment. He was dealing with the fact that he got it wrong and the he heard something he may never have heard before, at least not in the context of a drink order, SnapShot™.
There was a very brief moment of bartender histrionics that may have been him negotiating with himself and attempting to perhaps recall a drink that just isn't ordered all that often. He wasn't ready to surrender to the idea that he had never made one. That is, until he made the motion he hadn't had to make in probably 30 or so years. He went to the card file and attempting nonchalance, rifled through the deck in search for redemption and a taste of humble pie.
Of course, SnapShot™ wasn't in that deck and he was forced to do something else he more than likely hadn't done behind the bar in all those years, he returned to where CuzzHuzz was waiting at the bar and said, "all right, so what's in a SnapShot™?" Try to imagine just what he must have been feeling inside. I can assure you that his facial expressions and body gestures told a story of how a master at his craft had his ego crushed by a couple of wise ass "kids" and he had no friggin' clue what was going down. CuzzHuzz turned to me for the recipe and as I fed it to him, he fed it to the bartender and before long the following happened in sequence:
  • Bartender goes off to mix the drink in a visible frustration causing a miscalculation resulting in not one, but two SnapShot™s.
  • Bartender returns delivering drinks and requests cost of said drinks.
  • Bartender accepts cash, removes apron, tosses apron in clear disgust, with himself and perhaps with the idea of a SnapShot™, onto the bar.
  • Bartender then heads for the hills.
That's right folks, he up and left a crowded, a very crowded bar full of people waiting for the drinks he knew they were going to order all as a result of a couple of fools, especially me, ordering a drink that I/we invented. So what was left to be done, a two-fisted salute to the Betty Boop bar in honor of two SnapShot™'s at the same time. When both were finished, one final salute to the the first ever buzz at the hands of a SnapShot™.
More than 6 years later as I write this I wonder if that bartender ever took his rightful place behind a bar again. Needless to say, that was the last time a SnapShot™ was ordered, at least by me. As I type this, it's been just hours since I completed the arrangements for my return to Las Vegas this coming July and yes, the Cuzz's will be there as well. Only time will tell what trouble we can get into.

Monday, March 17, 2008

SnapShot™ Continued

Read yesterday's post before reading this one or it won't make as much sense or be as interesting.
After the server walked away I took a seat with everyone else and we laughed it up at the idea of me having actually gone through with ordering a SnapShot™. We couldn't help but wonder what would end up coming back. Would I actually get the drink I ordered?
It wasn't too long before the server returned with a familiar round drink tray. She handed everyone else their drinks first and finished off with mine, "and here is your SnapShot™, is there anything else I can get for any of you?" And there it was, the first SnapShot™, in my hands and awaiting my approval.
I held up the drink high in my right hand proudly displaying it for all who would look and shouted, "cheers to all and here's to the first ever SnapShot™...bottom's up!" I then sipped from my glass and allowed the flavors to work themselves on my taste buds before attempting to be critical. The Cuzz's were eagerly awaiting the verdict as to whether the drink was good or not but I needed more.
I raised the glass once more and sipped again and then once more, only this time through the sip straw but not without incident. I miscalculated the length and location of the sip straw and nearly got a nose full before readjusting and getting the sip I needed to make the initial verdict.
"Not bad, a touch on the bitter side...perhaps the tonic wasn't a great choice or perhaps Absolut Citron would have made more sense than Currant. However, it is too late now as the first SnapShot™ already has been mixed and all future SnapShot™'s must conform so onward I drank until the glorious last sip at which point I held up the empty glass and once again toasted the lounge, this time to the end of the first SnapShot™.
This wasn't yet the end of the line for the SnapShot™. In fact, a certain bartender may have wished it was because what was yet to come was both comic and perhaps tragic. Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion to this story tomorrow. Until then...

Sunday, March 16, 2008

SnapShot™

The first time I went to Vegas I actually went to Phoenix to visit my cousin. That trip turned into several other trips, one of which was to Vegas where we had quite a blast despite a surreal experience at a place called the El Cortez; we'll save that for another post perhaps.
Anyway, while seeking/awaiting relief from a night of excess, we decided that the next time we hit Vegas, we would request drinks that we created. I don't recall the particular time we came up with the names of the drinks but they were as follows:
  • Cuzzup: Lampshade
  • CuzzHuzz: Rainbow Tequila
  • Me: SnapShot™
Fast forward to New Year's Eve week, 2001, and there we were, back in Vegas and not a whole lot of thought has gone into what the drinks were comprised of (with the exception of Rainbow Tequila, which was a double-shot of Cuervo with a few Skittles).
I remember being in the lounge of the Paris Hotel and everyone was already seated and had ordered drinks, having chickened out. I don't recall why I was elsewhere but as I headed toward the table, the server had realize which table I was with and had asked me if I knew what I wanted.
Without missing a beat, I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Yes, I'll have a SnapShot™!" Her head immediately twinched to the right as if she were a dog who'd just heard a piercing sound and she followed with, "Oh, do you know what's in a SnapShot™?"
Again, without missing a beat I replied, "Of course I do." And on the fly decided the recipe for a SnapShot™ was "Absolut Currant with equal parts of seltzer and tonic and a twist of lime." The server quickly jotted down everything on her little pad and said that she'd be back soon and off she went as me and my party laughed at my quick thinking.
Stay tuned tomorrow to learn if the drink arrived as ordered and other surprises.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Answers, In Pictures (Snatched from Brookem's Blog)

I like this and think I may have even done something like it before (I'll look it up later maybe and if I do and find it will post a link). Either way, here's my (somewhat edited) version:

Who is your favorite band/artist?

What is your favorite movie? (This is Spinal Tap is one of my faves, though I have many)
What kind of pet do you have? Where do you live?
Where do you work? What do you look like? (I love this so much, I typed in Tall, Dark, & Handsome and this is what I come up with...If I didn't laugh, I would have to cry. I guess I should have stuck with modest.) What kind of car do you drive? (This one has the "Sport" trim, mine is the "Classic" also mine is a blue/gray color that JEEP calls "gunmetal")
What is your favorite TV show?
Describe yourself?
What is your name? (I typed in Christopher and this is what I get - nice F'n mullet)
What is your favorite candy?


Here's how it works:
1. Go to www.photobucket.com
2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box
3. Use only the first page
4. Insert the picture into your Blog

Thanks Brookem, Thai is on me when we get to it! Let's get to it soon.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Operation Ozzy

It was sometime in the 80's and we arrived at the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Long Island for an Ozzy Osbourne concert. I don't remember the entire group of us but the core was me and this guy Mark. Mark and I worked together at Titus Oaks Record Shop on the corner of Avenue U and Ocean Avenue in Brooklyn, New York.

Concert security in those days, especially for heavy metal events, was pretty tight so it was no surprise that they were patting us down pretty good. Now Mark in those days was big on recording live events and trading "bootlegs", so of course he had a recording device that he needed to conceal; and where do you think he concealed it?

In a word, crotch! He shoved the darn thing down his pants and hoped for the best. In the eighties, we relied on analog cassette tapes, so the recording devices were considerable larger and more squared off in those days. As a result, the recording device left a boxy bulge in Marks Levi's and this got the security staff excited curious enough to tap on the crotchety regions which then resonated with a sound typical of something not typical for a crotchety region given the context of the appearance.

Have you any clue how freakin' hard it is to keep a straight face through this? While we were holding back the laughter, Mark thought quick and told Mr. Touchy/Feely Security guy that he had just had an operation and that the hard item in his crotchety region was a cast. He let us through, we saw the show, Marc recorded it happily ever after. Nothing more need be said.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

TwoTube

In lieu of attempting a thought process after a long day, I thought I would share a couple of things that brought me some joy:

First up is a YouTube of an appearance by one of my favorite essayists ever, David Sedaris on The Late Show with David Letterman. For those of you familiar with Sedaris, nothing more need be said, for those of you unfamiliar, just go get all of his books, they come in audio form, and enjoy.


Here's a classic case of thing before you speak:

I THINK YOU'RE THE FATHER OF ONE OF MY KIDS...

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him.
She says hello. He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he
knows her from.

So he says, "Do you know me?" To which she replies, "I think you're the father
of one of my kids."

Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his
wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I
made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner
whipped my butt with wet celery?"

She looks into his eyes and says calmly, "No, I'm your son's teacher."


And here's another YouTube that was sent to me. I'm not sure if all the facts are true, but I am sure it wil get you thinking:

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Podcast: Chasing Cars and Mixing it Up

First off, I had to cut a phone call with CUZZUP short to get this produced and finished. Sorry Cuzz - I've been working on it for a few days.

Here are the topics of he podcast:
  • A little more talk on the subject of stepping out of the real world for a bit.
  • Maryann from Gilligan's Island gets busted for Pot; plus, can you believe she's 69?
  • A story about one of the first times I asked a girl out for a date.
  • Some random bits.
LISTEN HERE
or, listen right here:

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

In Production

I wonder if based on my statement about the pope yesterday I won't be invited on Saturday Night Live anymore. I pulled a Sinead!

I am working on a podcast but time is limited so production continues - perhaps tomorrow.

Does anyone else hate "meetings" as much as I do?

Brooke White = H.O.T.

Looks like its Vegas this July; and not on my dime either - whoomp!

I've got an insane urge for Legal Seafood's Rhode Island style fried calamari, maybe Friday-ish.

Haiku on my mind
like a beautiful sunrise
Filling me with hope

Monday, March 10, 2008

Sin the News

The AP had an article that came out this afternoon regarding the Vatican listing new sins and attempting to put a "modern spin on sin". Am I the only one that finds it extremely offensive that the group of people making statements about what is and isn't sinful are the same group of people who haven't even really begun to address one of the biggest acts of sin in human history and they are the governing body of those who committed the sin? I think before the Roman Catholic Church starts chiming in on sin they need to truly acknowledge the heinous acts of child abuse and genuinely attempt to make peace. I also think if the Roman Catholic church ever wishes to progress, the pope might need to consider a lap dance and/or a blow job. Once the shock of that statement wears off, I think you may understand what I am really getting at.

Speaking of lap dances and blow jobs, here's a paragraph from another "major" news story in politics: "NEW YORK - Gov. Eliot Spitzer’s political career teetered on the brink of collapse Monday after the corruption-fighting politician once known as “Mr. Clean” was accused of paying for sex with a high-priced call girl."

This brings me back to when Bill Clinton was President and boinking in the big house someone not his wife. I don't condone Clinton's or Spitzer's behavior. However, if the job is getting done, I don't give a hoot who either is fucking...as long as "we the people" aren't the one's getting fucked.

There, I've said it.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Stepping Out

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Wouldn't it be sweet to just step out of reality, even for a moment and just simply "forget the world"?

Would it even be possible though to come back, even after just a short trip away?

Why must the consequences of our decisions affect others?

If air is so abundant, why is it so hard to breath sometimes?

Let there be peace.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

From the Photo Vault, Yet Again

I can only tell you this was taken sometime in the early 1980's at the Hoffritz for Cutlery store in Kings Plaza Mall, Brooklyn, New York.


The hair, the glasses, did you catch the giant earring?
The ridiculous moustache, the smirk...hard to believe this is for real, or at least was.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Call Me

I've got a new voicemail gadget. If you look over at the right you'll see a button like this one:


If you click on it and enter your Name and phone number (you can opt to keep your phone number private), then click the call me button and your phone will ring within seconds at which point you can leave me a message.
So, go ahead, leave me a message and I just may post it here, unless of course you would rather it stay between us - wink wink!

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Toast Post

I like toast. Not just the standard sliced white bread in a toaster, but all bread like items toasted golden, brown, and delicious (GBD).

English muffins come to life after being toasted, especially Thomas', which are superior to other brands. Those "nooks & crannies" get firm and crisp, a textural delight on the tongue and better yet, they become mini caverns for the buttery spread of choice to sit comfortably awaiting each delicious bite.

Multi-grain breads are quite delicious after toasting. I think the heating process really helps bring out the flavors of the grains and nuts in those breads - yummy.

With bagels, I like them with two ways depending on what I am eating them with and/or what kind of mood I am in. Sometimes a nice oven heated bagel enhances the crispness of the crust and the chewy inner dough. Add the butter spread to the steamy dough and you've got the makings of a heavenly treat. Then, a sliced bagel traditionally toasted to a GBD state can also be joyful; I like to butter it then dunk it in coffee.

I am so darn hungry right now.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Recipe of the Day?

I love when posts just fall into place from nothing. I owe this post to two colleagues - there is a website called allrecipes.com. Their whole being is recipes, soup to nuts, all styles of cooking. In fact, so many styles of cooking and recipes are in their database, they choose to feature a "recipe of the day"; a pretty neat idea.

Here's today's choice for recipe of the day:

Over 40,000 recipes to choose from in their database and the recipe of the day is a fucking Grilled Cheese Sandwich? I won't bother sharing the recipe here because if you've breathed air, you more than likely know it.
I know, at first you might say, okay, wait a minute. No laces on his shoes, Steve's wearing loafers..sorry, I strayed for a moment. At first, you see this and think perhaps there's some flashy version of a grilled cheese but NO...it's just the same old standard grilled cheese out of all 40,000 recipes that made today's recipe of the day.
You may notice that the craziness continues as it receives 5 stars! And then, finally, someone with a sense of humour made my day with the following review:
*****Reviewed on Oct. 13, 2007 by HotDog8
These grilled cheese sandwiches were delicious, but I made a few changes, I omitted the 3 tablespoons butter and the cheese; I used the two slices of bread, but I put peanut butter on one slice and jelly on the other, and then instead of frying in a pan, I just put them together and ate them. With those couple of changes this recipe is a keeper - five stars!
54 users found this review helpful
I love this stuff!

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

There's a New Kid in Town

Say this, "Meah!".
Okay, now say this, "Hee Dee Dee!"

Terrific, you're ready to meet Bloggerville's newest addition...
That's my pal Rob over on the right in a photo taken in Salem, MA at Victoria Station restaurant just after making a mockery of a lobster (and then eating it).

Rob and I used to work together at an outfit called Computer Software Plus deep in the heart of Russia Brooklyn. At the store, and then afterwards in the bars and restaurants of Brooklyn, we tormented all in our path and wreaked havoc and had a blast together doing it.

Rob has decided to take the plunge as a blogger so please, show him the love and visit The Brain Depositary sometime soon.

BTW, I have a much gayer photo somewhere of Rob and I boarding a vessel boat. I'll have to find that, you'll all enjoy poking fun at it. (Disclaimer 2008:This statement is not meant to imply that this photo, Rob or I are gay or have any problem with anyone or anything that is gay.)

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As you all know, I've worked very hard at putting together my podcasts. I know that some of you are listening and I would love to hear some feedback.

Some of you may have noticed that I have put a Hillary for President banner up over on the right. Currently, she has all of my support, I truly believe she would be the best choice for President at this time.

Sicilian Mama - you have friends here in Bloggerville who love you and are here for you. I know that you know that, you'll be missed, again, but we are all right here.

I am now the proud owner of tickets to see Avril Lavigne in Boston. While I do enjoy the sounds of Avril Lavigne, a good friend of mine recently scored the gig as her guitarist - so I am looking forward to seeing that bad boy on the big stage. Congratulations Steve - you are very deserving of this wonderful opportunity...rock on!

Monday, March 03, 2008

Podcast:Stuff in the Truemor Mill

Topics include:
Musician Jeff Healey dead at the age of 41.
Stories from the website Truemors:
-Woman finds half-naked man watching porn in her home
-Teenage girl allergic to water
-1 in every 99 Americans in Prison
A local story about two woman breaking into a fist fight at Chuck-E-Cheese of all places
Plus, hear my cat Oliver Meow!
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Sunday, March 02, 2008

A Period Film that Works

This movie was quite simply, perfect. Set at the beginning of the 1900's, the sets and costumes were a brilliant backdrop to a stellar script and some wonderful performances. Quite franky, the only negative criticism of the entire film I have was the moustache on Crown Prince Leopold, it was way fakish looking.

I happen to be a huge fan of magic, magicians, and a practicer (as opposed to a practicioner) of prestidigitation so the allure of a film whose main character is a man of magic had me at hello. This is way more however, a love story that takes its relevance to the period in which the film is set, and an edgy line drawn blurring that which may be real, that which may be illusion and a twist on the battle of good and evil within.

Edward Norton, as Eisenheim the Illusionist and Paul Giamatti as Inspector Uhl give Oscar worth performances while Jessica Biel is formidable. This is 109 minutes well spent and that tends to be rare when it comes to period films, at least for me. Looking back to the horror show that was Marie Antoinette, now has me wondering if it's all period films I hate (except this one) or just the particular period that film was about. Either way, it's irrelevant, because The Illusionist is a simply perfect film from start to finish.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Meine Saturday in Bullet Form

  • I awoke to the snowfall, scheduled to fall until about 11 ish.
  • I had even less desire to get my ass out of bed knowing that before long I'd have to clear the snow from the long driveway.
  • Had a bagel and some coffee for breakfast and didn't need to leave the house to get it.
  • Showered the sandman from my eyes.
  • Bundled up to face the elements.
  • Retrieved gas can from shed, filled snow thrower gas tank, moved gas can back into shed.
  • Threw snow. This was the wet, heavy snow that snow throwers don't like so much. My snow thrower was almost as unhappy as I was.
  • Recited my entire vocabulary of curse words directed at the town plowers who made the sidewalk portion of my snow removal nightmarish.
  • Manually shoveled the walkway to my front door and hated every minute of it but my snow thrower would have none of it.
  • Had some leftover eggplant parm for lunch.
  • Read a bit from "Twilight".
  • Cleaned the cat box and the cat water fountain.
  • Did a couple of sudoku puzzles.
  • Did about 3/4ths's of a crossword puzzle.
  • Went to the library.
  • Went to the grocery store to pick up some peanut butter and a few other things.
  • Briefly napped.
  • Had dinner.
  • Made some "No Pudge" brownies, ate some.
As you can see, a real fucking loser of a day.