I dug it. Achieving suspension of disbelief has become nearly impossible for the average viewer, given the hype surrounding Star Wars TM copyright Lucasfilms all rights reserved blah blah blah. Transcend the cynicism and see this as a good story that ties together an epic saga. This is the...
Repeat… repeat… repeat… the driving bassline, the beautiful harpsichord/dulcimer/autoharp-ish piano, the anti-shuffling drums… can’t get enough…
Also enjoying Vampire Weekend (like everyone else did months ago)… A-Punk is The Beat in a...
I often say Gibson is my favorite author, when I’m not saying Vonnegut is. This one didn’t disappoint. He takes you away to a future-feeling present with tight smart prose, and several interwoven plot lines with his as-always cool-as-ice...
This show is a gift to guys in midlife crisis that dream every day about how they can put it all out there.
Jessie’s girl rolled him over first, man she loved him. Hurts so good.
You wicked tease writers, start cranking out your goodness...
Nobody else liked this, but c’mon, beautiful badass girls kicking butt on beautiful waves? I can’t get enougha that! Until I looked it up on IMDB, I was totally convinced they just recruited three surfer girls for this flick. Go ahead and believe it yourself…we are we...
These two Alexander McCall Smith novels were originally written as a serialized newspaper column, just like Robert Louis Stephenson used to do. I’ve really enjoyed his light touch and wonderful character development – he floats effortlessly between dozens of characters, with lots of...
My good friend Mr. Stephen Wolfe has brought me daily oranges to nurture me, stayed by my side after finding me (embarrassingly) curled up in a ball of pain on the carpet at work – following me home an hour later to make sure I arrived home safely, and, during a recent trip to the bookstore,...
A visually delicious action movie with a surprisingly solid scifi storyline. I didn’t expect much and had to keep picking my jaw off the floor.
NOTE: From here on out I’m trying to keep my reviews simple and spoiler-free. Even rating the movie invites the Heisenberg principle, and I...
We seem to watch a Woody Allen movie every other week or so, and almost always love them – OK, we recently fell asleep on a late late night of watching “Life and Death” but fortunately woke up in time to nearly vomit with laughter at the ending scene (no spoilers allowed, sorry). ...
I didn’t think I could ever warm up to this kind of over-produced hard rock.
Even if it is labelled punk rock. PUNK?? What the… cmon this is NOT PUNK. This is fast-paced arena rock. It has NOTHING TO DO WITH PUNK ROCK. Thin Lizzy was writing this stuff years before the Clash...
This sweet song has a shadow of the heartache of Matt Johnson and Sinead O’Connor’s ‘Kingdom of Rain’ duet. Keep them both tucked away for that next post-fight pity party… Then when you make up put on Beck’s ‘I Think I’m In Love’ or The Dandy...
Yes I am a Beastie Boys fanboy. As Johnny Cash said so well, “until you know my shame you really don’t know me”. I grew up on New Jersey playgrounds, cursing (not “cussing”, that’s what rednecks in FL did) my head off since I was ten. To me, my brother’s actual name was jerk-off. I just didn’t know any better. I hit punk right on the mark around the age of 12 – I remember my dad walking into my room and hearing someone on my favorite NY radio station say something rude and what in the world was I listening to and me replying “I don’t listen to the words, just the music”. New wave was next and swept us all up, smashing molds and bringing sweet melodies and new sonic fabrics. And then came hip hop in the form of Run DMC and Beastie Boys and Public Enemy, and it was loud and strong, and continued to rip the fabric of everything that came before it – literally in this case. The industrial music of Ministry and Meat Beat Manifesto was the last great one for me. From then on, everything else was just recycling – Grunge, Shoegaze, LoFi, whatever – I’d heard it all before.
I guess this is the definition of being old. I have become one of those “classic rock” fanatics that I never understood during my youth. But when we were young, each of those early changes meant something to us, ripping off the lid on something brand new and knocking us to the floor, winded.
And I could feel my roots when I turned up the Beastie Boys. They are smart-ass New Yorkers with ADD. Like FAMILY. :P
If your sophomoric sense of humor remains intact, you may continue to enjoy their craft. This album went through extra refinement (due to MCA’s cancer battle, keep on good man) like a fine wine. Peace out to life-lovin’ cancer-fightin’ vegan-tryin’ Yauch, who directed this joint… WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT, this is not for women or children or anyone else with any sense or maturity whatsoever. Self-parody at its finest. And check the crew they brought for this one, stellar.
These are the smartest players in the world. They will destroy you. Watching them move the ball is better than poetry.
And we hung out with them on Wednesday.
Literally. Even though the official roster for the United States Women’s National Soccer Team has just recently been announced, we were lucky enough to host a friendly with Japan at the Cary soccer park, right here in town – and we were 15 feet from the field! And after they shredded on the field for an hour and a half, they came over to hang out with their fans and sign autographs. The US Women’s National Soccer Team been doing this for decades. They are truly amazing people.
Don’t miss this year’s FIFA Women’s World Cup, starting in Germany on June 26th. 16 teams battle it out towards the final match on July 17.
Here’s Amy Rodriguez (who scored the first goal of the 2-0 victory) and Abby Wambach (my personal hero) signing Wren and Reiley’s jerseys. Holy crap.
How could I pass up a chance to build computers? What a perfect volunteering job this was for me. Progress Energy set everything up, organizing the event and giving us all t-shirts. They have a great program where they give full-time employees paid time off to volunteer a couple days a year.
The place was a kind of geek nirvana, reminded me of my brother’s storage space that I helped him organize. Bins of every possible computer component, with memory sorted by type, hard drives clearly marked if they had been properly wiped, etc.
The work is organized into four stages:
Triage seemed like the most fun so I jumped in there. Step 1: blast the dirty incoming PC’s! They have a compressor in the back that provides endless high-pressure blasts to eliminate dust buildup from case and cpu fans and everything else in the case. Then we stripped everything extraneous from the case – video cards, sata cables, etc. Then we stocked them with parts to bring each up to the standard configuration: 4 256-MB sticks of memory and a 40GB hard drive. Once BIOS posted, they provided an ISOLINUX variant boot CD that could run a host of tests. We ran quick memtest386 and hard drive tests, and used BIOS to set the correct date and time. After the paperwork was complete and the PC was labeled, we moved them over to the cleaning station!
Of course we ran into all the usual problems. I put in four separate pairs of DDR2 memory and they all posted bad. I was sure I had a bad motherboard or memory socket so I put the PC aside, only to get the same result from the next PC. I methodically tested each stick and found that one of each of the four pairs was bad. What are the odds! But it felt good to weed out all the rotten stuff. :> Larry, next to me, had a bad power supply that fried a CDROM drive, but he persisted until he got his BIOS post. It’s no fun if it’s not a challenge!
It was seriously so much fun that the time flew by and I was totally disappointed that we were done. They have open nights every Wednesday, I might just have to go back and give this another shot. :>
I didn’t think I could ever warm up to this kind of over-produced hard rock.
Even if it is labelled punk rock. PUNK?? What the… cmon this is NOT PUNK. This is fast-paced arena rock. It has NOTHING TO DO WITH PUNK ROCK. Thin Lizzy was writing this stuff years before the Clash existed.
But something about it caught my attention. Lyrical strenth. So i wikied the band. And discovered truth. Straight-edge vegan truth. Rockin! So I opened up and listened. And the lyrics don’t get any stronger. The videos are inspiring. And once I got that far, it became most excellent running music – I ran the hardest few miles of my life on this stuff yesterday.
So I guess I have to let it be lumped in with other dispensers of truth – like my favorites, Consolidated, who have spun into outer orbit. Oh yeah! Truth comes in many strange forms. :>
Amazing Race returns! As do the contestants – they are all previous losers. I think that’s a great idea – I am sure they have all discussed the details for hours, and have all kinds of strategies to try out. Looks intense so far!
Pick the team you think will win, and pick the team you think will be eliminated next.
If your winning team is eliminated, you have to pick another. Least picks wins!
If your losing team is eliminated, you score, and get to pick another. Most scores wins!
Jet/Cord – Cowboys
Gary/Mallory – Father/Daughter
Margie/Luke – Mom and deaf son
Amanda/Chris – Engaged
Keisha/Jen – Sisters
Kent/Vyksin – Goth couple
Flight Time/Big Easy – Globetrotters
Jaime/Cara – NFL Cheerleaders
Ronald/Christina – Father/Daughter
Zev/Justin – Friends
Mel/Mike – Gay Dad/Son
Winning choice won this leg of the race (used for tiebreaker)
Winning choice lost this leg of the race (pick again)
Losing choice lost this leg of the race (pick again)
Winning choice won, and losing choice lost – PERFECT!
Yikes! We’re fine, but we are thinking of others very nearby – a “large” (weatherman’s emphasis) tornado came by at 70 mph within a couple blocks of our house. Estimates are that a couple dozen people were killed, 130 homes were destroyed, and a thousand more homes were damaged in North Carolina. Trees are down everywhere and it’s going to be a while before everything’s cleaned up. I wonder if I should get a chainsaw at the store… if they have any…
Gaming has been such a rich experience for me, and my life has been better for it. There are so many wonderful worlds in my head created by game developers and shared with my family and friends.
But just like my moral objection to vengeance-fueled thrillers that play on people’s worst desire for vigilante justice, I don’t like useless gratuitous violence in video games. It’s polluted the space that should be filled with wit and creativity. I realize this places me outside the typical gamer demographic, and reduces my street cred. Whatever. It also makes it nearly impossible to indulge in gaming without some compromise.