Sunday, January 07, 2007

Jackin' Pop 2006

As long as we are talking music...

Jackin' Pop 2006
Just what the hell Jackin' Pop is, is here.

I have some running to do tonight. The waistline is defying fit by 34" waist jeans. The iPod is ready to accompany this runner.
  1. Rocky theme song ("Gonna Fly Now")
  2. Flash Gordon theme song
  3. "Ride of the Valkyries" from Apocolypse Now
And then there are some from the Verve Remix collection that provide good grooves for moving at a quick pace. Time to move.

This Blog Is My Public Storage Cabinet

Sasha Frere-Jones is interviewed by Gawker. Never does Sasha fail to bring me exactly to where I didn't know I wanted to be.
"I like high intensity, bouillon-style forms: pop songs, essays, poems, photos. Blogs can link to songs and poems and photos. Right? So if the bits all line up correctly, blogs create an extra high-density poetics. Blogs are flexible and fast; with no editor, you don't have to wait for yes or brace for no. The blogger can do parodies without consulting the Legal Department; drum up instant audience participation; or shift into mayhem."
Sasha writes about pop music for The New Yorker and maintains his own blog. I read both avidly. Before I read the interview, I had no idea no idea how much I liked London-based MC/rapper Dizzee Rascal. I pay attention to Sasha's likes and sometimes add to my own collection of likes.

Sasha on swag:
My new boss doesn't want us to accept gifts, so I must give wise men the Heisman. The old days were another matter. I was like a Senator playing PACs off each other. One day I'd get an XXL Jeru tha Damaja shirt, for no money. The next day, I'd receive a powder blue XXXL Nas shirt that made me look fat and harmless. (As my lifelong dream is to become fat and dangerous, this was a complicated feeling.) One day-this was such a day-I got an XXL t-shirt bearing the name of an MC I had never heard of. I lived well.
Instructions from Sasha, the guru:
Walk slowly and calmly out of your apartment building. When you reach street level, stop. Sit on the curb. Watch the passing traffic. Smell the smells. Hear the voices of laughing children and the lovers who speak to each other. Do not, at any point, become weak. Do not give away your keys to a pedestrian. When you have achieved satori, please call me. I will hang up on you.
Yes, master.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Another New York Hero Story

Two New York men are being hailed as heroes after catching a toddler as he tumbled four storeys from a fire escape.

Julio Gonzalez and Pedro Nevarez spotted three-year-old Timothy Addo dangling from a railing screaming for help and rushed to position themselves underneath him. ...more>>

Friday, January 05, 2007

So That's Where My Wife Was

Why was my wife in St. Barths and why was she dressed like a man? The answer revealed in the news story below.
Bon Jovi “manhandled” at party!

Washington, Jan 05: Rocker Jon Bon Jovi would not have minded being groped by an admiring female fan, however, when the person who grabbed his posterior happened to be a man, he had a very different reaction.

The rocker and his pals were partying at a yacht club on the Caribbean island of St Barths recently when another male guest grabbed Bon Jovi’s bum.

An insider at the do revealed that Jovi had been furious at being “manhandled”, but before he could get into an altercation with the man, his pals intervened and settled the matter.

"Naturally, Jon wasn`t best pleased at being manhandled, but his pals piled in before he could said anything," the Mirror quoted the insider, as saying.

As for what happened to the reveller who can now boast that he pinched Jovi’s bottom, well it seems the altercations turned quite “heated” before he was eventually thrown out of the party by security.

"It all got quite heated and the man was thrown out by security," the insider added.

Bureau Report with ANI inputs









Muffy Was Right

The lovely and talented Muffy over at Karmadgeon was right. A few months ago, I teased her about her occasional sharing of things bowel related over at her blog. I told her that it was a practice in writing that one would never find over here at Chez Bez. She told me that it was just a matter of time.

Mind you, it's not necessarily a blog killer to discuss what I consider to be about as yucky as yucky gets (Dooce shares her stories of constipation among family members and wouldn't we all like to have her fame and recognition?), but it just "ain't me, babe."

However, some domestic dialogue just begs to be blogged:

The potty trained child is whining that he doesn't want to go poop. He cries out that there "is no poop in my body," but I place him upon the potty anyway. I leave him to his protests and urge him to just sit there and try. I go into the other room and make eye contact with my wife. We are all too familiar with this scenario and it is so exhausting but necessary.

Not five minutes later, he calls from the bathroom with a voice reminiscent of Christmas morning's joy. "Hey Daddy, come here. It's the biggest poop ever. Look!"

From denial to pride in such short time. The book is right. Everybody does poop. And everybody's happy.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Both Interesting and Heartbreaking

Only those in a similar situation were qualified to comment, they said. "Unless you are living the experience, you are speculating and you have no clue what it is like to be the bedridden child or their care givers.

"Ashley was dealt a challenging life and the least that we could do as her loving parents and caregivers is to be diligent about maximising her quality of life."

More on Ashley's story and her static encephalopathy here.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Because I Like Free Music...

...and because I really love it when it's free, I'm keeping my eyes on SpiralFrog. A partnership with Vivendi's Universal Music Group and a business plan that relies on revenue from advertising promises to bring free downloads to us consumers.

The debut should be sometime near the end of January.

SpiralFrog press is here.

A Mighty Rescue

In a wonderful story about a dangerous rescue that I think should be titled, "Real Heroes Read Playboy" (or at least "Real Heroes Wear Playboy Hats"), the man pictured to the left, William Autrey, risked his own life to save the life of another.

A young man fell from the platform into the path of an oncoming subway train. Autrey jumped down to rescue the nineteen year old. His initial thought was to hoist the teen to safety but wasn't sure if there was time. So instead, he pushed both of their bodies down a shallow drainage trough beneath the train as it rode just over them with just a couple of inches to spare. Click here for the entire story at CNN.com. It's amazing.

Let's Get Rocked


Bed Surfing (circa 1988)

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

My Three Year Old, The Photographer

If only his main subject was a bit shorter.



Monday, January 01, 2007

Safe and Secure on the Eve of the New Year

San Francisco Beat Denver?

All in the Titans organization have to be sick about that. Ugh.

Moving on. 2007 opponents have been determined. An away game against Denver to take on Jay Cutler's Broncos. A home game match up against San Diego. Could Volek find himself under center against his former Titans?

I'm ready for the new season.

Let's just try to keep the head stomping to a minimum, please.

"Written by fools to be read by imbeciles."

Joseph Rago, assistant editorial features director for Wall Street Journal, doesn't like my blog - and he doesn't like yours, either.

The Blog Mob

She Blinded Me With Science

Just when I thought I had reached the end of the internet, I found a wonderfully interesting website that is fresh and new to me. Arts & Letters Daily linked to Edge.org today.
The mandate of Edge Foundation is to promote inquiry into and discussion of intellectual, philosophical, artistic, and literary issues, as well as to work for the intellectual and social achievement of society.
Today's question to the world's great thinkers: What are you optimistic about and why?

Or if you are like me this morning and have a hungover head, you can leave the high-minded stuff for later and read about the profundity of karaoke now.
A karaoke track is a kind of ghost-music, a dead tinkling into which heart and soul of the karaoke singer swells...

And The World Keeps Turning

Driving home from work tonight, I crossed Percy Priest Dam reflecting on the year and listening to "The World Keeps Turning" by Tom Waits. And it seemed to me to be the perfect song for ruminations on a year gone by and a rich life embraced. I crossed that dam and the moon's reflection put me in another place. The moon was soaked in the water and my eyes were a bit wet as well.

The struggles bring hope and the tears bring smiles. And the lyrics are here. They are beautiful and they live in me.

Sober earlier and spirited now. I love you all.