Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Well, if I was gonna take a free'un, I'd as likely take it from you.




You ain't ugly like me.




You know that movie, The Unforgiven?
Remember the scene where Will Munny, murderer of women and children, walks out of the rain into the saloon where the whore's been cut up, and he's got walking pneumonia and he's gripping his collar and water is running off his hat into his whiskey and then Little Bill, who ain't much of a carpenter, comes over and beats the ever-lovin' tar outta him to make an example for other would be assassins?

That's what I feel like today.

The flu has descended.








Some years later, Mrs. Ansonia Feathers made the arduous journey to Hodgeman County to visit the last resting place of her only daughter. William Munny had long since disappeared with the children... some said to San Francisco where it was rumored he prospered in dry goods. And there was nothing on the marker to explain to Mrs. Feathers why her only daughter had married a known thief and murderer, a man of notoriously vicious and intemperate disposition.
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I think this photographer is here in Atlanta - or maybe he just took some great photos of Atlanta landmarks.
I found these on Fotoblur last night.
Either way, excellent!



The Krog St. tunnel is sort of famous for the graffiti that covers it inside and out.
I have to confess, the graffiti is usually pretty good.

The Fabulous Fox Theater would have been torn down by developers in the mid-70's if not for promoter extraordinaire, Peter Conlon and a little band that you may have heard of,
Lynyrd Skynyrd!

Yeah!
Those Jacksonville rednecks played a major show here at the height of their popularity and donated lots of money to the cause of restoring The Fox.

The live album is the one you know, One More From the Road.

"What song is it you wanna hear!?!" asks lead singer Ronnie Van Zant.
An enthusiastic crowd replies, in unison, "Free Bird!!!".
Yep.  Thats the one.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Crawfish Tackle Box


I went over to the Whole Foods on Ponce today to grab a couple little things to eat and drove down Glen Iris to look at a piece of property for sale.
I didn't care for the neighborhood so I just went up to Boulevard and turned right to head back home.
Right where Boulevard crosses Ponce and becomes Monroe Dr.
(I know.  I love Atlanta's naming system:  let's rename everything, every few feet so it's as confusing as possible.)
(Or we can just go back to old way of calling everything Peachtree something.)
At that intersection there's a Popeye's Chicken restaurant that, today, was advertising something called, "The Crawfish Tackle Box".
Which sounds an awful lot like a gay bar in New Orleans.


Warm Bodies



This looks like it could be fun.
I love a good zombie movie which, admittedly, is a fairly small collection of films that would mostly contain the original Night of the Living Dead and Shaun of the Dead.
The new show, The Walking Dead is pretty good too.
I've never seen this take on zombies before: What if our zombie/protaganist could tell HIS story and what if he saw a survivor/hot live girl and fell in love with her and started to become human again?


Warm Bodies


Release Date: February 1, 2013
Studio: Summit Entertainment
Director: Jonathan Levine
Screenwriter: Jonathan Levine
Starring: Nicholas Hoult, Teresa Palmer, Rob Corddry, John Malkovich, Analeigh Tipton, Dave Franco, Cory Hardrict
Genre: Horror, Romance
MPAA Rating: PG-13 (for zombie violence and some language)
Official Website: Facebook
Review: Not Available
DVD Review: Not Available
DVD: Not Available
Movie Poster: One-Sheet | Teaser
Production Stills: View here

Plot Summary: A funny new twist on a classic love story, "Warm Bodies" is a poignant tale about the power of human connection. After a zombie epidemic, R (a highly unusual zombie) encounters Julie (a human survivor), and rescues her from a zombie attack. Julie sees that R is different from the other zombies, and as the two form a special relationship in their struggle for survival, R becomes increasingly more human – setting off an exciting, romantic, and often comical chain of events that begins to transform the other zombies and maybe even the whole lifeless world.

Trailer (11.8.12):
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This guy sounds like a load of fun.

Wow.
What a buzz kill this guy is.

Somewhere his step-father is warming up his "bitch hand".

Umm, so I'm gonna go ahead and question the logic that he uses to arrive at the conclusion that our founding fathers are the equivalent of the Third Reich.

(I can't even believe that I just said that.)

In this guys world view, George Washington = Adolf Hitler.
Thanksgiving = Kristal Nacht.

No difference.
The same.

Every time I read a story like this I am thankful that I didn't go to college and get my brain stuffed with this type of "knowledge".
You could spend a lifetime undoing this type of thinking.

Ed. note:

I was going to write something snarky about the piece below but, as I tried to type it out, it started to sound just plain ugly.  
I don't really want to be that.

So I think I will just let the piece speak for itself with my only comment being that, after spending 2 months riding cross country and meeting all sorts of people, what I learned (or relearned) is that, at heart the average American is a good egg and worth your time and effort to stop and chat for a few minutes.  
I think that's the difference between what I believe and what this writer believes:
He thinks that America is fundamentally flawed and needs to be completely overhauled and reworked in an attempt to mirror the image he has in his head.  
An image that doesn't exist in any part of the world now or even historically.

I believe that America and it's citizens are fundamentally decent, kind, and fair, and that while we collectively have gotten many things wrong, we've gotten a heckuvalot more right and that's better than pretty much everyone else on the block now and throughout history.

I do wonder whether this writer would judge other cultures as harshly as he judges his own.

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No Thanks for Thanksgiving

Instead, we should atone for the genocide that was incited -- and condoned -- by the very men we idolize as our 'heroic' founding fathers.
November 21, 2012 |





One indication of moral progress in the United States would be the replacement of Thanksgiving Day and its self-indulgent family feasting with a National Day of Atonement accompanied by a self-reflective collective fasting.

In fact, indigenous people have offered such a model; since 1970 they have marked the fourth Thursday of November as a Day of Mourning in a spiritual/political ceremony on Coles Hill overlooking Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts, one of the early sites of the European invasion of the Americas.

Not only is the thought of such a change in this white-supremacist holiday impossible to imagine, but the very mention of the idea sends most Americans into apoplectic fits -- which speaks volumes about our historical hypocrisy and its relation to the contemporary politics of empire in the United States.

That the world's great powers achieved "greatness" through criminal brutality on a grand scale is not news, of course. That those same societies are reluctant to highlight this history of barbarism also is predictable.

But in the United States, this reluctance to acknowledge our original sin -- the genocide of indigenous people -- is of special importance today. It's now routine -- even among conservative commentators -- to describe the United States as an empire, so long as everyone understands we are an inherently benevolent one. Because all our history contradicts that claim, history must be twisted and tortured to serve the purposes of the powerful.

One vehicle for taming history is various patriotic holidays, with Thanksgiving at the heart of U.S. myth-building. From an early age, we Americans hear a story about the hearty Pilgrims, whose search for freedom took them from England to Massachusetts. There, aided by the friendly Wampanoag Indians, they survived in a new and harsh environment, leading to a harvest feast in 1621 following the Pilgrims first winter.

Some aspects of the conventional story are true enough. But it's also true that by 1637 Massachusetts Gov. John Winthrop was proclaiming a thanksgiving for the successful massacre of hundreds of Pequot Indian men, women and children, part of the long and bloody process of opening up additional land to the English invaders. The pattern would repeat itself across the continent until between 95 and 99 percent of American Indians had been exterminated and the rest were left to assimilate into white society or die off on reservations, out of the view of polite society.

Simply put: Thanksgiving is the day when the dominant white culture (and, sadly, most of the rest of the non-white but non-indigenous population) celebrates the beginning of a genocide that was, in fact, blessed by the men we hold up as our heroic founding fathers.

The first president, George Washington, in 1783 said he preferred buying Indians' land rather than driving them off it because that was like driving "wild beasts" from the forest. He compared Indians to wolves, "both being beasts of prey, tho' they differ in shape."

Thomas Jefferson -- president #3 and author of the Declaration of Independence, which refers to Indians as the "merciless Indian Savages" -- was known to romanticize Indians and their culture, but that didn't stop him in 1807 from writing to his secretary of war that in a coming conflict with certain tribes, "[W]e shall destroy all of them."

As the genocide was winding down in the early 20th century, Theodore Roosevelt (president #26) defended the expansion of whites across the continent as an inevitable process "due solely to the power of the mighty civilized races which have not lost the fighting instinct, and which by their expansion are gradually bringing peace into the red wastes where the barbarian peoples of the world hold sway."

Roosevelt also once said, "I don't go so far as to think that the only good Indians are dead Indians, but I believe nine out of ten are, and I shouldn't like to inquire too closely into the case of the tenth."

How does a country deal with the fact that some of its most revered historical figures had certain moral values and political views virtually identical to Nazis? Here's how "respectable" politicians, pundits, and professors play the game: When invoking a grand and glorious aspect of our past, then history is all-important. We are told how crucial it is for people to know history, and there is much hand wringing about the younger generations' lack of knowledge about, and respect for, that history.

In the United States, we hear constantly about the deep wisdom of the founding fathers, the adventurous spirit of the early explorers, the gritty determination of those who "settled" the country -- and about how crucial it is for children to learn these things.

But when one brings into historical discussions any facts and interpretations that contest the celebratory story and make people uncomfortable -- such as the genocide of indigenous people as the foundational act in the creation of the United States -- suddenly the value of history drops precipitously and one is asked, "Why do you insist on dwelling on the past?"

This is the mark of a well-disciplined intellectual class -- one that can extol the importance of knowing history for contemporary citizenship and, at the same time, argue that we shouldn't spend too much time thinking about history.

This off-and-on engagement with history isn't of mere academic interest; as the dominant imperial power of the moment, U.S. elites have a clear stake in the contemporary propaganda value of that history. Obscuring bitter truths about historical crimes helps perpetuate the fantasy of American benevolence, which makes it easier to sell contemporary imperial adventures -- such as the invasion and occupation of Iraq -- as another benevolent action.

Any attempt to complicate this story guarantees hostility from mainstream culture. After raising the barbarism of America's much-revered founding fathers in a lecture, I was once accused of trying to "humble our proud nation" and "undermine young people's faith in our country."

Yes, of course -- that is exactly what I would hope to achieve. We should practice the virtue of humility and avoid the excessive pride that can, when combined with great power, lead to great abuses of power.

History does matter, which is why people in power put so much energy into controlling it. The United States is hardly the only society that has created such mythology. While some historians in Great Britain continue to talk about the benefits that the empire brought to India, political movements in India want to make the mythology of Hindutva into historical fact.

Abuses of history go on in the former empire and the former colony. History can be one of the many ways we create and impose hierarchy, or it can be part of a process of liberation. The truth won't set us free, but the telling of truth at least opens the possibility of freedom.

As Americans sit down on Thanksgiving Day to gorge themselves on the bounty of empire, many will worry about the expansive effects of overeating on their waistlines. We would be better to think about the constricting effects of the day's mythology on our minds.

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    Monday, November 26, 2012

    Rejection Therapy Day 3 - Ask for Olympic Symbol Doughnuts.

    The video below was shot in Austin, TX.
    A man trying to overcome a fear of rejection starts making odd requests from ordinary people.
    He didn't think this was going to end well.

    I told you Texans were nice.
    (Nanna-nanna!)

    Seriously.
    I found the kindness of ordinary Texans overwhelming.
    It was great.

    I've written abou this before, but I think it's a good story and worth repeating.
    While I was on my little "run about", my motorcycle broke down twice.
    Once, on I-10 westbound, 40 miles east of Ft. Stockton and again, the next day heading out of Ft. Stockton on my way to the Harley dealership in Odessa, TX (about 80 miles).

    It was 100+ degrees when the lights all came on, then all went off, and the bike made a loud burping sound, and the engine died.
    I was on the side of the road just long enough to get really burned and more than a little concerned about my situation when a truck pulled up to offer me the number of towing company and a Gatorade and a bottle of water out his cooler.
    Man that hit the spot.



    The next day when the bike died, (bad regulator), I was in the middle of nowhere with a poor cel and a lot less traffic.
    If you haven't seen a picture of your friend, El Pinche Pirata lately, I would like to point out that for most people, I don't exactly look like the guy you want your daughter to marry.
    Tattoos, eyepatch, longish hair, roguishly handsome, and on a busted motorcycle, so I did not expect what happened next.



    Texans stopped and helped.

    They offered to call somebody.
    They gave me water which I gladly accepted and readily drank.
    And they stayed for a minute to chat.
    One really nice older fella' poured half his sweet tea into an empty water bottle and told me he'd come back in an hour to check me.
    Said that he had a trailer and he would take me to Odessa himself if the tow truck driver didn't show.
    Then he called the service manager at Harley, who was a long time friend of his, and told him to watch for me and he thought it was probably my regulator that had gone out.
    It was hot as blazes as I waited for 4 hours for the tow truck.
    I was sunburned so bad that in a few days the skin on my arms cracked and bled.

    It was one of the best experiences of my life.

    (And Austin is the prettiest state capitol in the union.)



    Friday, November 23, 2012

    Half a World Away, R.E.M., and a drive thru the south

    Budapest.


    Half a World Away by R.E.M.

    This could be the saddest dusk
    I've ever seen
    Turn to a miracle
    High alive
    My mind is racing
    As it always will
    My hand is tired, my heart aches
    I'm half a world away here
    My head sworn
    To go it alone
    And hold it along
    Haul it along
    And hold it
    Go it alone
    Hold it along and hold, hold

    This lonely deep sit hollow
    I'm half a world
    Half the world away
    My shoes are gone
    My life spent
    I had too much to drink
    I didn't think
    And I didn't think of you
    I guess that's all I needed
    To go it alone
    And hold it along
    Haul it along
    And hold it
    Blackbirds, backwards, forwards and fall and hold, hold

    Oh, this lonely world is wasted
    Pathetic eyes high alive
    Blind to the tide that turns the sea
    This storm it came up strong
    It shook the trees
    And blew away our fear
    I couldn't even hear

    To go it alone
    And hold it along
    Haul it along
    And hold it
    To go it alone
    And hold it along
    Haul it along
    To go it alone
    And hold it along
    Haul it along
    And hold it
    Blackbirds, backwards, forwards, and fall and hold hold

    This could be the saddest dusk
    I've ever seen
    Turn to a miracle
    High alive
    My mind is racing
    As it always will
    My hands tired, my heart aches
    I'm half a world away and go



    Read more at http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/106830/#ly1rPjDLh3KyAyOY.99


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    I spoke/wrote about music and memory a couple weeks ago and it has happened again.

    I was reading thru the Black Friday sale ads online, and just checking up on the world in general, and decided to play a little music rather than the podcasts that I typically listen too.
    Ms. X and I are in that post-Thanksgiving-I'm-awake-but-not-really-good-for-anything type of over-indulged-on-the-apple-pie-and-turkey fugue where you just want to unbutton your britches and stare at the tv.

    Ms. X, The Source of the Trouble, and yours truly went over to Keith and Kerry's house for an enormous Thanksgiving dinner and to play with the twins.


    Keith and Kerry are great hosts and I got to see his folks, who I've known since the Middleburg days, way back when.

    Ms. X was a big hit with the twins, especially little Kelsey, who is typically pretty shy and almost never lets me any where near her.  But, thanks to Ms. X, I actually got to sit and play puzzles with her and give her a big hug and kiss before we left.
    Sweet!























    This morning I went to the Itunes for something I hadn't heard in a while.
    Since I had been reading about Tunisia, which made me think of William Burroughs, which made me think of Morocco, I somehow connected that with R.E.M. and the Out of Time record.
    (Yeah, I know.  It's a thin thread.)

    But then I plugged in Out of Time and all those beautiful songs started playing.

    I started going back in my own time, which is always a bit mysterious and wonderful.
    You can feel that tug of memory like the undertow when you stand in the ocean.
    At first, very lightly pulling on your feet and then gradually stronger, and if you let it, you can just float away and let the memories carry you out to sea.

    I remember very well when Out of Time was released.
    The video for Losing my Religion was all over MTV and although it seemed to me overtly homosexual or homoerotic, the overwhelming theme of the loss of love and hope and of "self" seemed universal.
    It's just a gorgeous song about heartbreak, and whether that heartbreak is b/n a man and a woman or b/n two men, who cares?
    The heart wants what it wants and when it breaks, it just sucks.
    That's pretty universal I think.

    A friend, quite possibly K.K., gave a me a cassette copy of Out of Time which I carried on what I consider to be my very first vacation.

    It was in 1992 and my buddy Dale Dowling and I decided to take a road trip out of Florida and up into the mountains of North Carolina and Virginia for a little back packing.
    Dale and I have been friends since our days in Cub Scouts and I still look back on those memories as some of the happiest moments of my childhood.

    A young "Pinche-r" puts his borrowed back-pack back on and gets ready to start hiking the A.T. again. I'm guessing this aound '82 or '83.


    With a couple hundred bucks in cash and my little Nissan Sentra Hatchback all loaded up we struck out for 2 weeks of wandering the back roads of the south with no real agenda.
    It was great.
    We went thru Savannah, Atlanta, Rome, Boone, Grandfather Mountain and even hiked a couple days on the Virginia Creeper, which is an old railroad line turned into hiking trails.
    I still remember going to see Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure at the movie theater in Boone, NC.
    Mostly, we just drove around with our only rule being, "No Highway - only backroads".
    We coasted back into my folks place in Middleburg, FL on fumes and I had only .95 cents left in the ashtray.
    Perfect!
    Funny, that twenty years later I would do the same thing on a little bigger scale.

    The R.E.M. cassette was constantly playing and I'm sure I drove Dale crazy listening to it over and over, but it proved to be the perfect soundtrack for our little trip.

    This morning when I started to hear it again it took me right back to those days driving thru the North Carolina mountains, windows down, Dale navigating with my big, new copy of the U.S. road atlas in the passenger seat.
    I kept that atlas for almost 15 years, carefully marking any places I had driven to over the years.

    It was my favorite vacation and one of the few "real" vacations that I've taken in my life.
    Between 1992 and late 2006 I didn't take what most people would call a "honest to God" vacation, where you go far away and not check in with work.
    I had a couple long weekends here and there, went to Jamaica once, up to Chesepeak Bay once, mostly family related stuff but not a real vacation.
    It wasn't until after my radiation therapy in the fall of 2006 that "the Lyon" and I went down to Tulum, Mexico to stay on the beach for a week to rest and recover that I had an actual "out of the country" vacation.
    Since then I've been lucky enough to go to Prague, Vienna, Budapest, Amsterdam (twice), Japan, and Spain.
    I highly recommend all of the above.
    Budapest, Kyoto, and Madrid are all on my must go again list but there's still so much to see here in the good ol' U.S. of A.

    A man plays for kibble and spare change in Prague.




    Budapest

















    Hey there Tunisia!




    I love the Google Analytics Machine!
    At any time of day or night, I can log into the blog and see who is reading along with my random thoughts and goofiness.
    (Seriously.  Are you gonna take a shower today or not?)
    (You cannot spend all week in those pajamas for Chrissakes!)

    It's neat-o to see what countries are viewing my little online story book.
    Today, we say hello to Tunisia!

    Everybody with me now.

    "Hi, Tunisia!"

    Pageviews by Countries



    EntryPageviews
    United States         46
    Germany               8
    Ukraine                 8
    Switzerland           2
    Argentina              1
    United Kingdom    1
    Croatia                  1
    Tunisia                  1
    Venezuela              1


    From Lonely Planet:

    It may be but a slim wedge of North Africa’s vast horizontal expanse, but Tunisia has enough history and diverse natural beauty to pack a country many times its size. With a balmy, sand-fringed Mediterranean coast, scented with jasmine and sea breezes, and where the fish on your plate is always fresh, Tunisia is prime territory for a straightforward sun-sand-and-sea holiday. But beyond the beaches, it’s a thrilling, underrated destination where distinct cultures and incredible extremes of landscape can be explored in just a few days. Tunis is refashioning itself as an ambitiously modern Arab capital, though both its long Ottoman and not-so-distant colonial past still have a powerful, palpable presence. In the north, lakes teem with pink flamingos, surprising deep-green forests rise up from the coast, and gently rolling plains are dotted with olive and citrus trees. To the south, the ever-enchanting sands of the Sahara stretch deep into Africa and the traditions of the indigenous Berbers persevere.

    Read more: http://www.lonelyplanet.com/tunisia#ixzz2D3h5iZ31

    Thursday, November 22, 2012

    YES!



    The reviews are out for "The Life of Pi".  

    Suck it haters.

    Oooph!.
    MMMmm!!!
    Buuuuuurrrrrnnnnn!!
    Inyerfaccccccccceee!!!






    Two months after premiering at the New York Film Festival, Ang Lee's anticipated adaptation of "Life of Pi" is out in theaters. Much like the journalists in attendance at the film's debut screening, critics around the country are mostly smitten with Lee's film, which adapts Yann Martel's best-selling novel using groundbreaking 3D and CGI.

    "Everything looks beautiful in 'Life of Pi,'"writes Entertainment Weekly critic Lisa Schwartzman in her B+-grade review. "The dangerous animals look beautiful. The terrible storms look beautiful. The crashing ocean waves, the twinkling stars, the wondrous carnivorous island on which the hero at one point lands -- pure gorgeousness, shimmering with all the wow that superlative 3-D technology has to offer."

    "Ang Lee’s 'Life of Pi' is the best-looking film I’ve seen this year, and possibly so far this century," echoed Lou Lumenick in the New York Post. "It's so hypnotically beautiful that people will be using it to calibrate their new TV monitors."

    Lee's film tells the story of Pi, a young boy who survives a shipwreck and winds up stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on a lifeboat with a Bengal tiger. (Yes, the tiger is CGI, as star Suraj Sharma told HuffPost Entertainment, but its digital rendering is based on four real-life tigers that were on set.)

    "What astonishes me is how much I love the use of 3-D in 'Life of Pi,'" wrote Roger Ebert. "I've never seen the medium better employed, not even in 'Avatar,' and although I continue to have doubts about it in general, Lee never uses it for surprises or sensations, but only to deepen the film's sense of places and events."

    Of course, not all critics were infatuated with Lee's film.

    "The movie invites you to believe in all kinds of marvelous things, but it also may cause you to doubt what you see with your own eyes — or even to wonder if, in the end, you have seen anything at all," warned A.O. Scott in The New York Times.

    Wednesday, November 21, 2012

    Listening to great music and interviews



    Ms. X and I ran into one of my favorite neighborhood people, Corey, at Aurora last week.
    I got a chance to talk about my motorcycle trip and a few concerts that, as it turned out, he had been to as well.
    Corey and his wife were also at The Old Crow Medicine Show concert and enjoyed it as much as we did.
    He and I share a mutual love for The Jayhawks and I was just on their website to see what's up with the band.
    I hadn't realized they were back together and touring again so, "Thanks Mr. Corey!"

    If you're not familiar with The Jayhawks, start with their "break-out" album, Tomorrow the Green Grass and a little song called Blue.
    As a band they sort of fall into that category of music called Americana, which is sort of shorthand for a little bit country, and a little bit rock n' roll, (and zero parts Donnie and Marie.)
    If you're familiar with early Wilco, that's the sound I'm talking about.
    Given that the album (Tomorrow) came out in 1995/96 it is hard to find a more ill-fitting "rock" song for radio at that particular moment.
    Remember Creed?
    Ugh.
    Yeah.
    Me too.
    I still have nightmares that Scott Stapp will get another recording contract.
    Anyhooo....
    The Jayhawks were the exact opposite of Creed.
    Talented, thoughtful, introspective, plus A songwriting, with interesting harmonies that are sort of hard to put your finger on but work amazingly well.

    http://www.jayhawksofficial.com/

    The album before Tomorrow, Hollywood Town Hall, is pretty great too.
    You should be writing this down, ya' know.


    NPR has a great interview with Gary Louris, one of the founding members of The Jayhawks here:
    http://www.npr.org/artists/87887522/gary-louris

    NPR also has a great interview with Keith Richards.  
    I just love to hear that guy talk.  
    It just makes me smile, something about that raspy enthusiasm just cracks me up.
    http://www.npr.org/2012/11/13/165033885/keith-richards-these-riffs-were-built-to-last-a-lifetime


    P.S.  Corey - if you happen to read this, I have a great DVD I think you and the missus will like.
            OCMS, Mumford & Sons, and a couple other bands, on a train, playing lots of great music =
            Big Easy Express.
            Send me note if you happen to read and want to take a peak.
            See ya' around Aurora

    Be thankful



    Ever now and again I stop being a smart aleck for a few seconds.
    This is one of those seconds.

    Ms. X sent this to me.
    It's pretty amazing and sort of heart wrenching and beautiful at the same time.


    I know what I want for Christmas!



    Honestly, I've been VERY good this year (aside from putting duct-tape in the neighbor's hair).

    http://www.target.com/p/lego-creator-volkswagen-t1-camper-van-10220/-/A-13782401?ref=tgt_adv_XSB10001&AFID=shopzilla_df&LNM=|13782401&CPNG=Toys&ci_src=10043468&ci_sku=13782401&szredirectid=13535395691580968146810030302008005


    I just had a conversation with "The Source of the Trouble" about the greatness that is Legos.
    My brothers and I spent years playing with those little blocks.
    Of course, we would build little ramming machines that we hurled across the kitchen floor into one another.  Watching an explosion of Legos because your brother failed to properly smash his pieces together tight enough made for hours of excitement.


    Please!?!
    I'll eat my vegggies and take the garbage out and feed and water the dog every day!
    Promise!


    This is a great article.



    http://jezebel.com/5961936/in-which-i-try-to-figure-out-what-the-fuck-black-friday-is-for

    Oh, dear God, I heart this woman so very much.

    In part and in regards to Black Friday, she writes:

    I literally cannot imagine any discount deep enough to entice me to put on clothes, leave the house, stand in the dark in a frightening, sweaty mob, and risk being crushed to death for the sake of the latest digital camera—and on top of that, considering the 2012 Black Friday schedule, to ESCHEW PIE. Not fucking happening.

    No truer words have ever been written about BF.
    I can say, there was a time that I briefly toyed with the notion of going to a Best Buy at midnight on Thanksgiving Day.
    It was difficult period of my life that I am deeply ashamed of.
    There was a lot going on, man, you wouldn't understand.
    Get off my back already.
    But I got thru it and now nearly everything I buy comes to me via the interwebs (and Target).
    Outside of getting groceries a rarely venture into a retail environment.
    Something about big box retailers + old age + only one eyeball = makes shopping really unpleasant for me.
    Neighbor Fred loves to run up to Fry's just to get out of the house.
    He loves to wander the aisles and look for random cool stuff.
    It's God awful to me.
    So much blinking, shiny, spilling corridors of stuff shouting at me to look, touch, buy, buy, buy, kinda freaks me out.
    It just feels like too much is trying to fit into one tiny eyeball (and one tiny brain) and I get a sensation of physical discomfort.
    Anyyyyhooooooo.......









    An American Tradition



    It used to be part of the Thanksgiving festivities that local rock & roll DJ's all across this giant fruit-basket we call America would play Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant (and Thanksgiving Day Massacree) at noon on the aforementioned holiday.
    But for some reason, probably because most young people have awful taste in music and are also not that smart and because:
    awful taste + stupid = OomphChikOomphChikOomphChikOomphChik
    the traditional playing of Alice's Restaurant (and Thanksgiving Day Massacree) when pre-stuffing and turkey filled little children would sit on grandpa's knee and raptly listen to the radio, has fallen by the wayside.
    Which is a real shame.
    I, for one, don't want to live in a country that doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving Day with the traditional playing of Alice's Restaurant.  It's just un-American.


    Which is why I'll be taking my little music machine, aka IPod, over to Keith and Kerry's house tomorrow when I go to eat too much turkey and shake up the little ones.








    A recent discovery



    I've been listening to Greg Proops podcast recently and have really been enjoying it.
    For the uninitiated, Greg Proops is an American comedian that sounds a bit like Paul Lynn and Dennis Miller had an illegitimate love child who is really funny.  And has a podcast.








    This is an entirely appropriate use of drugs.



    This article from the New York Times looks at a study about a husband and wife who are using MDMA (ecstasy) to treat patients with post traumatic stress disorder.
    They are seeing a success rate of nearly 80% 1-5 years after treatment with no side effects.
    That's pretty damn amazing - except that it's not.
    Because, MDMA was initially developed as a "therapy" drug.
    According to patients who have received psychoanalysis along with the drug, it allows you to re-experience the traumatic event without being overwhelmed by it.
    One soldier said that it felt like he could go in to whatever memory he had and fix it.
    And it allowed him to move forward without the feelings of guilt and anger he had prior to taking the drug.

    Pretty cool stuff.
    And if the research bears to be accurate for the broader population, will eliminate the need for drugs like Paxil and Wellbutrine which have very real side effects.

    http://www.nytimes.com/2012/11/20/health/ecstasy-treatment-for-post-traumatic-stress-shows-promise.html?pagewanted=all&src=ISMR_AP_LO_MST_FB

    This is why the terrorists hate us.

    I stole this article from the www.fark.com website.


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    Monday, November 19, 2012

    If you're a fan...

    ....then you know what this means!




    The Bluth stair truck going back to the studio can only mean one thing:

    The rumours about new episodes/a movie of Arrested Development are true!!!

    For the uninitiated, Arrested Development, is/was a tv sitcom unlike everything else on tv:
    Actually funny.
    Very funny.
    And intelligent.

    For some unknown reason, the show, although truly one of the most hilarious comedies ever put on the networks, never found an audience, which is a shame.
    The writing, directing, acting all were way, way above average in every possible way.
    You know that show, Modern Family, that you're watching now?
    It's for retards.
    Arrested Development was 100 times better.

    Tim Allen?
    Kevin James?
    Charlie Sheen?
    Hacks.  Overpaid, preening, dandy-boys.

    A.D., in it's 3 seasons on the tube, outshone every single episode of whatever dimwitted train-wreck these 3 morons ever ruined in front of a national audience.
    (The only show on tv that is close to being this funny is It's Always Sunny in Philedelphia.)
    So of course, the network had to kill it.
    You spend all your money on a big, retarded, unfunny, golden goose, like Charlie Sheen, you better be damned sure you get your money's worth before he goes on another month long drug and  boob-tart bender.  

    (Drugs and Boob-tarts - it's what's for breakfast!)
    (Also, great name for a band.)
    (All night breakfast joint in a questionable neighborhood?)


    But let's not dwell in the past.
    This show was unbelievably funny.
    And I'm sure new episodes will be even better!!

    Go get the first 3 seasons on DVD (I'll loan ya' mine).  
    You won't regret it.





    The stair car is one of the few remaining modes of transport available to the Bluth family, and is frequently driven by Michael Bluth.
    It was originally paired with the company jet, which was sold off to help deal with the company’s financial woes. It has a large Bluth Company logo on the side.
    It has lead a notorious existence, knocking down homecoming banners, (“Queen for a Day“) helping inmates attempt to escape prison, (“Visiting Ours“) and letting people sneak to upstairs windows. (“Shock and Aww“).





    Crossfire Hurricane


    The new Rolling Stones HBO documentary, Crossfire Hurricane, was on last Thursday and was captivating.
    Even casual fans of the Stones will be mesmerized by the hysteria they caused almost from the very beginnning.
    It's on par with Elvis or The Beatles.
    I had no idea.
    People, esp. teenaged girls, lost their collective minds and also emptied their collective bladders when the Rolling Stones came to town.
    Absolute insanity.
    Keith Richards said, "You could actually see a river of urine from the stage from these young girls wetting themselves."

    Actually, what he said was,
    "Zpteaf#@k;lkl;enbloodyjhne;l;l;l;aexmndaorenejanowatimean?"

    But still, us serious fans knew what he meant.
    (Hint: it's in the eyes.)

    If you haven't seen it, you really need to watch it.
    Seeing them cause riots just because they started to play was fascinating.  
    At one point, Mick and Keith said, "We used to bet how long a show was going to last before we had to leave.  We couldn't finish a show for the first 2 or 3 years."
    It's worth your time to see them put into the historical context and chaos of the mid to late 60's and what a part of it they really were.





    from The Examiner:




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    RATING FOR THE ROLLING STONES - CROSSFIRE HURRICANE


    The Rolling Stones are still rebels; still the bad boys of rock that Andrew Loog Oldham groomed them to be. Last night at about 9:30 there was a knock on my door. A Locked out neighbor, I wondered? Nope. It was a messenger from the Stones' office with a copy of the advance DVD of the new documentary "Crossfire Hurricane." Maybe that doesn't rank with the drug bust at Redlands, but in 2012 it's pretty unusual.

    Anyway, wasn't "Crossfire Hurricane"premiering on HBO at that very moment anyway? No matter. Bullied or not, I felt obligated to check it out. To use a hackneyed writerly pun, "Crossfire Hurricane" is a gas, gas, gas.

    Now I'm no Stones obsessive, and let's put one long-debated question to bed once and for all: The Beatles v. The Rolling Stones? The Beatles. It's not even a contest really, no matter how many times Keith Richards tried to make it one in his recent memoir. But it's also not really the issue any more. The Rolling Stones are "The Stones"; for the ages now. And I've surely got more Stones bootlegs than you have albums in total in your collection. So after all the hubbub in the run-up to "Crossfire Hurricane's" release I was eager to check this

    Dealing only with 1962-1981 (with a quick falsh-forward to 2009), and ably directed by Brett Morgen, the documentary uses loads of footage and audio that even the most ardent Stones bootleg collector will drool over, along with a sampling of some of the 80 hours of interviews that Morgen did with Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, Bill Wyman, Ronnie Wood and even Mick Taylor, it tells the story of the band from the inside. Honest and self-effacing (especially Jagger, who is as candid as I can remember him ever being) the band updates its 25x5 documentary in style, while engaging in the usual myth-making.

    Morgen's choice to eschew the normal talking head style en vogue especially since The Beatles' Anthology is remarkably effective, forcing fans to pay a bit more attention to who is talking (though casual fans may not as easily pick that out). And his edits between live and studio versions of songs coupled to various performances (sometimes intercut with pop culture singposts) is smoother than I've seen in any similar piece.

    If anything at shy of 2 hours I was left wanting more. But maybe that's the point. Of course there's more to tell. (If the "Exile" documentary from last year is any indication, there's a lot more to tell.)

    All in all, this is one to catch. It's showing on HBO (plus HBOGO and On Demand services) continually. And there's an expanded Blu-ray and DVD version on the way from Eagle Rock on January 15, 2013 in the U.S., so that'll surely be something to grab. Either way, don't miss it.

    This article is copyright 2012 by Jeff Slate. No part may be reprinted or referenced without permission and/or attribution. All rights reserved.

    Sunday, November 18, 2012

    Happy Sunday, Ukraine!



    Доброго Ранку! Я сподіваюся це примітка знаходить вас добре. Я не переконуюсь як особа у україні натрапляє на мій скромний blog, але вітаю!

    Я почув дивовижні речі про вашу країну та сподівання відвідати один день скоро. Ви можете рекомендувати гарне місце приїжджаєте bagels? Кава?

    Я мушу Prague, Відень, та до Будапешту але я сподіваюся поїхати подальший схід. Київ є високо на мойому списку місць побачити. Які інші місця/міста/видовища ви можете сказати мені приблизно?
    IODESSA? Ялта?

    Я тільки читання що відбувається до Тимошенка у вашій країні. Це звучить жахливе. Як ви відчуваєте це засідання ідете? Ви відчуваєте що вона була дана ярмарок іспит? Ваші друзі та родина погоджуються? Напишіть anytime! Ваш товариш, EPPDF




    President George W. Bush and Prime Minister of Ukraine Yulia Tymoshenko, Kiev, 1 April 2008



    Saturday, November 17, 2012

    Tiny Houses!



    I've mentioned before, ad nausea um, my love for the "tiny house" and for www.tinyhouseblog.com

    Today I found a couple more websites that have similar content.
    www.tinyhousetalk.com
    and
    www.tinyhousedesign.com

    http://tinytexashouses.com/  These guys built really beautiful, rustic houses from salvaged timber out in Texas.  Gorgeous woodwork.

    They all had some really interesting houses, thoughts, etc. but the "pre-fab" house built for only $29,000 has really caught my good eye.
    Imagine, you lived in beautifully designed, well executed, inviting home, for roughly the cost of a new car.
    Love it.

    Below are some photos of some of the tiny houses that I like.









    Colbeh Persian Kitchen & Bar





    Ms. X and I went over to see "The Source of the Trouble" today and to take her to lunch.
    After a little debate over where to eat we settled on a new restaurant, Colbeh, on the square in Decatur, right next to The Brick Store Pub.

    So glad we did.
    We've had better than average luck at new restaurants lately but Colbeh was excellent.
    They remodeled the space and have used reclaimed wood on the walls along with a pinch of old iron here and there, which gives it a sort of rustic look.

    The cabinet back near the restrooms was made using an old ships portals as cabinet doors is a unique touch and the walls in that part of the restaurant are made from old wine crates.

    The food is Persian so lots of lamb and rice dishes.
    If you haven't had Persian before, it's a bit like Indian without the "hot" spices.
    I had the lamb shank with basmati rice - the meat slipped right of the bone, which Mikey will be enjoying later.
    Ms. X had beef stew dish with rice that I sampled - awesome.
    But the sandwich that "tSotT" had was by far the best.
    Ground beef with a yogurt sauce.  Just fantastic.
    All 3 of us ate until stuffed for just over $40 and Travis and Simone, our wait-peoples, were great - very personable and knowledgable and seemed like they enjoyed working there.

    Go try it.
    You can view the lunch and dinner menus at their website: www.colbehkitchen.com



    "tSotT" had this:

    Koobideh
    a juicy strip of seasoned charbroiled ground beef, rice, a mixture of 
    diced tomatoes & onions, Persian pickles, parsley, a touch of Colbeh’s 
    yogurt sauce wrapped in freshly baked flat bread...$10



    Ms. X had:

    Khoresht B adenjan
    lean sirloin tips cooked in tomato sauce, sautéed eggplant, onions with 
    a side of saffron basmati rice...$12