June 27, 2009: Talkin’ Baseball (This Review Isn’t On Amazon Edition)
Another Father’s Day has passed and thanks to my mom, I now have another great baseball book for my shelf: The Rocket That Fell to Earth by Jeff Pearlman. The Rocket is Roger Clemens and Pearlman provides a quick, enjoyable read of the man who once chucked a broken bat at Mike Piazza.
Even before the allegations that he used steroids arose, I never liked Clemens. He threw at batters, talked trash and presented a generally unappealing persona--or to adopt a colorful metaphor, Clemens was a major league asshole. Nothing in Pearlman’s book changes that, and I predict that in another few years when Clemens is eligible for Cooperstown that many of those voting will agree.
The fact is, though, that over his career, Clemens cleary amassed the numbers that--under ordinary circumstances--would merit him for immediate induction into the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame. He has over 350 victories, 4,700 strikeouts and led the league in earned run average several times. But the allegations of steroid use and the era in which Clemens competed taint his career statistics.
As far as baseball biographies rate, I would rank The Rocket That Fell to Earth as one of the better books. But I still think Sandy Koufax: A Lefty’s Legacy ranks as the best biography I’ve read, and if anyone’s looking for a good sports book for the summer, start with the Koufax book first.
June 26, 2009: Death Of An Immortal
A couple months ago, I finally purchased an album of Michael Jackson’s greatest hits.
He will be missed. A lot.
June 24, 2009: Advertising Is Stranger Than Satire
I wonder what Ronald McDonald and Wendy think about The King now?
June 23, 2009: Goodbye, Azaleas
I just spent the past half hour or so pulling up all the azaleas in our front yard. I know some folks are fans of the “thinking of home bush,” but my own opinion is it is the “makes our front yard look shitty bush,” and with the big anouncement from Jon and Kate that they’re calling it quits, well, it just didn’t seem right to keep the azaleas anymore. Plus, the plant’s extremely toxic to goat and sheep, and that’s just not cool with me.
I don’t know the exact plants that we’ll plant in the space vacated by the azaleas. But I do know it’s going to be groovy living without them.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to rock out playing some tennis on the new Wii I got for Father’s Day.
June 22, 2009: Death By Analogy
Facebook = video. Blogging = radio.
June 17, 2009: The Fly III Starring President Obama
You realize, of course, that the talking heads Limbaugh and Hannity will probably argue action like this is really why people are angry in America and why President Obama is to blame for everything.
June 16, 2009: Interlude
Summer ‘09 has arrived. Let’s light this candle.
June 12, 2009: Coolest. Promotion. Ever.
It’s not like I ever needed an excuse to travel there. . . . but if I ever did need convincing, well, this spot would cinch it for me:
June 12, 2009: Everybody Knows (He’s Just Concerned Edition)
Now that he’s expressed his concerns about surface mining to President Obama, maybe he should explore filing another amicus brief with the West Virginia Supreme Court of Appeals. After all, he’s on the side of West Virginia families.
Just ask the residents of Spelter, West Virginia.
June 11, 2009: Thoughts On Lost’s Last Season
As always, read at your own risk:
1. When Frank Lapidus first looked in the steel case in the finale, he confirmed what I dreaded, and now I’m bummed that Locke may not be Locke after all. While this may bode well for Terry O’Quinn’s employment in Hawaii, it does not bode well for those of us who have championed Locke as the island’s hero. And in a brief interview published at E! Online, Matthew Fox hints at the showdown between Jack and Locke in season six.
2. Last month, I suggested Locke or Jack is Jacob. We now know Locke isn’t. Given Fox’s comments, though, I stand by my earlier prediction that Jack may very be Jacob and that he may be inhabiting him in a different form.
3. Let’s get back to Locke. . . . and a question that’s been haunting me for the past couple months. Remember when Richard “No Relation to Herb” Alpert visited the young John Locke at his home and presented him with several objects? Among those objects were a book, a compass and a hunting knife. When Alpert asked Locke to tell him which one of the objects “is yours,” Locke picked up the hunting knife--the same knife that Locke later uses on the island and gives to Ben to kill Jacob.
Now, I ask you: When does Richard get this knife from Locke to present to him as a child? Answer: We don’t know yet, but I predict this exchange to occur in an upcoming episode in the last season.
3.1. I also believe that Locke picked the correct item and that Alpert lied to him when he said that’s not it. This also coincides nicely with Locke’s mantra “Don’t tell me what I can’t do” and his belief that he is a hunter as well as the theme of “free will versus determinism.”
4. We also learned Dr. Marvin Candle loses his arm during the season-ending incident at The Swan station. Now here’s a wild theory I have about the Dharma initiative to share. You’ll recall from season two that Jack and Locke watched an orientation video with Dr. Candle, and that this orientation film was missing several pieces. And I think that those missing pieces included scenes of Jack and/or Kate and Hurley in the film. If you think about it, it makes perfect sense and reveals that Damon Lindelof and Cameron Cruse know exactly where they’re going with Lost.
5. The time travel ideas Lost presents remind me of an excellent independent film called Primer. I highly recommend you watch this film because it may provide insight to the science of time travel. Interestingly, Primer also involves a “box”--just like the box in which Locke “travels” back to the island.
6. Last year, I uploaded a video where I rambled on about how I think Lost will end. If you don’t watch it, I still believe that the show ends where it began with everyone boarding the original Oceanic Air flight 815. Go back and watch this scene and notice the look on Locke’s face when he first sees Jack, too.
Feel free to share your thoughts about Lost here because I’d love to hear them!
June 8, 2009: UP
I love animation. I absolutely love it. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Popeye the Sailor, Tom and Jerry, Fred Flintstone and a host of other characters too numerous too mention--much less recall--I can all count among my friends.
But I especially love great animation. I’m talking about the early Disney films: Snow White, Pinocchio and Bambi. These three pictures resulted from years of painstaking dedication by hundreds of animators who drew, inked and/or painted the individual animation cells. Nobody--at least not the studios that count--produces animation like this anymore, and it shows. I’d even suggest that the appreciation for the craft of animation and attention to detail is really what results in the difference between an animated picture that plays like a cartoon and one that plays like a film.
I’ve also watched every Pixar picture, and I’ve enjoyed every one. And I’m certain everyone with Pixar understands my distinction between a cartoon and a film.So when I took our family to see UP last weekend, I expected Pixar to deliver nothing less than another animation masterpiece.
Pixar did not disappoint.
Without using any dialogue, the film’s opening montage “Had me,” as they say in Hollywood, “at ‘Hello’.” There I was--wearing my 3-D glasses and holding a greasy bag of popcorn in my right hand and a drink in between my legs--and I’m watching these cartoon animated characters and it’s making me emotional. I mean, I’m getting really, really sad watching this story unfold. And I know these are not real people and I know this is animation, but somehow I’m still trying to hold back my tears because my kids and wife are sitting in the seats next to me and we’re just watching a cartoon, right? Right?
Wrong.
UP is no cartoon. UP is animation. It’s a film. And it’s the most spectacular animation--and one of the best films--I’ve ever experienced in the theater.
I missed National Donut Day yesterday. And I really meant to post about it, too.
When I arrived at work, a co-worker reminded me of that most special day by directing me to the box of Jolly Pirate donuts in our office kitchen. I can’t post to my blog from work (really, it’s impossible!), and when I arrived home, my wife told me that I needed to return to my office to let out a locked-in co-worker. So I had to return back to work leaving me no time to write anything here because I had to meet my family for a dance practice recital at 5:15 PM.
After we got home and put the kids to bed, my quest for a towel and an onslaught of attacks against me in Mafia Wars eradicated any donut-related thoughts I may have had earlier. And by the time I remembered it was National Donut Day, the day had passed.
In West Virginia, voters don’t like the president. He has one of the worst approval ratings of any state in the country.
If you want to know how Jensen interprets the results of the poll, I encourage you to read the whole article because it’s both very brief and interesting. As for me, the poll confirms an important lesson I learned in Mrs. Lacy’s music class.
The year was 1980 and I was a student at John Adams Junior High School in Charleston, West Virginia. Back then, we had to take music class, and Mrs. Lacy was our music teacher. I really enjoyed Mrs. Lacy’s class, too, because:
1) She was a really good instructor;
2) She was really nice to us; and
3) She was really cute.
One day, Mrs. Lacy decided to hold a talent contest for our class. Each of us had to play something musical. Now back then, I was not the great guitar and harmonica playing virtuoso that I am now, and I had to rely on my ability to entertain others without any real talent--much like most of the reality show contestants occupying the airwaves today. So I decided that if I were to have any chance at winning this contest, I would have to improvise an act so special and so unique that would amuse about two dozen seventh graders.
That evening, the day before the talent contest, I took some of my mom’s wax paper, borrowed my sister’s yellow fish comb and practiced my selection of this with my newly fashioned kazoo comb. It didn’t take more than a few minutes for me to master the tune, and I felt comfortable performing it before a live audience.
The next day, when Mrs. Lacy called the students to perform, I somehow mustered the nerve and volunteered to play my kazoo comb. The other students really enjoyed my performance, too, but after I played, another student, whose real name is Scott, arose and played a piece of classical music on a piano. And he played it really well. Really. Really. Well.
After Scott played, I figured he was a lock to win our little talent show. Without question, he had displayed the better skill and musical talent than anyone else in our class. But after Mrs. Lacy tallied the votes, it was me and my kazoo comb that won, and although it pleased me that my peers liked my act, deep down everyone of us knew Scott had the real musical talent.
So when I see a dance troupe defeat Susan Boyle in Britain’s amateur talent show or Kris Allen best Adam Lambert on American Idol or even a political candidate outperforming another in some poll, it does not surprise me. It’s not always about who is most capable. It’s about who is most popular.
Isn’t that right, Supermanch?
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