"Viva La Vida" because death will strike you down one day and all this will be gone.
In my favorite track "42" of the latest Coldplay release Chris Martin sings "Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living my head".
INDEED.
In mine as well Chris.
But we are not crazy are we? We might be ghosts. Or at least maybe we just think we are.
42, the answer to the greatest riddle of the universe is a "rite of passage" track. It melds the Coldplay we know and love with the new "Brian Enoized" Coldplay which sounds similar to Bono and the boys from Ireland. I call the new band U-PLAY.
"Life in Technicolour" opens with a unforgettable whirl of sound that is reminiscent of a fire once stoked in an abandoned castle.
"Lovers in Japan - Reign of Love" could easily be a track on "Joshua Tree" but it would have a more earth-conscious title like "Revelation in the city of fossil fuels".
The album concludes with the reassurance that we will die at some point but that Death is our buddy. Followed by that familiar whirl from the beginning to complete the U-Play journey.
Kind of hokie, kind of cliche'
I LOVE IT!
A MODERN MASTERPIECE!
I WANT MORE!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Smorstick
A brilliant man once said "Smores don't taste that good, they are just fun to make".
Well the other day at the beach in celebration of a special birthday the fire was blazin and the kids were dangling their marshmallow covered "smorsticks" hoping to toast them just good enough so they are melty but not create too much cancer. One of the moms warned "Don't burn them because the black stuff will give you cancer". I guess she's not a big fan of Carl's Jr or any barbecue food. I mean what is this bitch thinking? Scaring the kids into thinking that they will die if they eat a marshmallow that's slightly charred? I love that charred stuff. Have you been to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse? A slice of heaven the steaks are there with that nice charred exterior and that "great-4-you" garlic butter sauce. I don't know how anyone could live without barbecue. You would probably have to eat a 100lbs of charred meat in one sitting to take in enough cancer causing crap (ccc) to affect you.
Holy shit!
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/04/19/health/19real.html?_r=1&scp=4&sq=barbeque%20causes%20cancer&st=cse&oref=slogin
We're all going to die! And it's because we like our barbecued meats. Maybe that's the reason the life expectancy of the African American... maybe I shouldn't go there. My apologies to the nappy among us and that lady I called a bitch. She was a nice lady, I am an ass.
Anyway back in his days in Holland or Denmark or Stuttgart or wherever he came from my good friend Cor as a young Leganheighen (Dutch Weblo) invented the Smorstick. It was quite an accomplishment as previously the little people of Leftinghaus used their fingers to melt marshmallows which often caused severe burns. In addition at times their fingers had teeth marks on them when they forgot to remove them from between the marshmallow, chocolate and graham crackers in a rush to ingest those heavenly delights.
The smorstick was of simple design a stiff wire glued inside the circular husk of what is known today as cardboard tubing but back then was considered "the finest of material for making the strongest of Dutch furniture". To see Cor use his tribal knowledge and some Gorilla Tape to create the most efficient way to maneuver a marshmallow over flame was a thing of beauty.
Well the other day at the beach in celebration of a special birthday the fire was blazin and the kids were dangling their marshmallow covered "smorsticks" hoping to toast them just good enough so they are melty but not create too much cancer. One of the moms warned "Don't burn them because the black stuff will give you cancer". I guess she's not a big fan of Carl's Jr or any barbecue food. I mean what is this bitch thinking? Scaring the kids into thinking that they will die if they eat a marshmallow that's slightly charred? I love that charred stuff. Have you been to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse? A slice of heaven the steaks are there with that nice charred exterior and that "great-4-you" garlic butter sauce. I don't know how anyone could live without barbecue. You would probably have to eat a 100lbs of charred meat in one sitting to take in enough cancer causing crap (ccc) to affect you.
Holy shit!
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/04/19/health/19real.html?_r=1&scp=4&sq=barbeque%20causes%20cancer&st=cse&oref=slogin
We're all going to die! And it's because we like our barbecued meats. Maybe that's the reason the life expectancy of the African American... maybe I shouldn't go there. My apologies to the nappy among us and that lady I called a bitch. She was a nice lady, I am an ass.
Anyway back in his days in Holland or Denmark or Stuttgart or wherever he came from my good friend Cor as a young Leganheighen (Dutch Weblo) invented the Smorstick. It was quite an accomplishment as previously the little people of Leftinghaus used their fingers to melt marshmallows which often caused severe burns. In addition at times their fingers had teeth marks on them when they forgot to remove them from between the marshmallow, chocolate and graham crackers in a rush to ingest those heavenly delights.
The smorstick was of simple design a stiff wire glued inside the circular husk of what is known today as cardboard tubing but back then was considered "the finest of material for making the strongest of Dutch furniture". To see Cor use his tribal knowledge and some Gorilla Tape to create the most efficient way to maneuver a marshmallow over flame was a thing of beauty.
Quaken
This morning on my drive to work I started to get a bad feeling. It wasn't the normal indigestion of excessive drinking from the night before, I don't usually start the weeks embibing until Wednesday.
I had this feeling of impending doom. I was fearing something bad was going to happen. I though Nina might have car problems or be in danger. Since I vowed to listen to my sixth sense and not ignore it. I thought I would give Nina a call and let her know to be careful. I was happy that she got to work and everything seemed fine.
Then 11:42am came and an earthquake that seemed to last a full minute rumbled it's way under our feet.
I was not scared but became concerned when I couldn't reach my wife as the cell phones were out. It turned out Nina was able contact me on a land line. She was safe.
Maybe I am full of crap but I really think this sixth sense of mine has some strange source that is trying to legitamize itself. I mean why would I have any sense something was going to happen.
Or that I will be working for DirectTV soon.
Later
I had this feeling of impending doom. I was fearing something bad was going to happen. I though Nina might have car problems or be in danger. Since I vowed to listen to my sixth sense and not ignore it. I thought I would give Nina a call and let her know to be careful. I was happy that she got to work and everything seemed fine.
Then 11:42am came and an earthquake that seemed to last a full minute rumbled it's way under our feet.
I was not scared but became concerned when I couldn't reach my wife as the cell phones were out. It turned out Nina was able contact me on a land line. She was safe.
Maybe I am full of crap but I really think this sixth sense of mine has some strange source that is trying to legitamize itself. I mean why would I have any sense something was going to happen.
Or that I will be working for DirectTV soon.
Later
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Car Shopping Redefined
I remember back in the day when shopping was something you did in stores. Today we have the internet so shopping is now something we do wherever there is an internet connection. When purchasing a used car this year I was able to use online shopping to give me the advantage over the car dealer.
I started off by finding what is called a “web forum” which is a website where people who have an interest in a topic go to share knowledge. This was a good place to hear people's experience and complaints with the car and give details on what to look for in evaluating the car. To find a forum simply enter the subject you are interested in plus the word “forum” in a Google or Yahoo search. (e.g. “BMW forum”)
I then used “Yahoo Autos” (www.yahoo.com) to search the available cars in my area. Many of the dealer listings provide a link to a free CarFax report that gives the history of each car. Dealerships usually maintain inventories of the used cars they have on the lot at their websites. What this allows you to do is watch the movement of their cars over a period of time (I shopped for about 3 months) and tell when a car has been sitting on the lot for an extended period. This gives you a huge advantage when negotiating the price at the dealer. If the dealer says “I can’t sell the car for that price” you simply reply “How much will it cost you to let it sit here another month?”
Of course your mileage may vary but I think these tools can certainly help you get the killer deal I got in my recent car purchase.
I should be charging for this crap but you get it free for visiting MOSSNEWS!
I started off by finding what is called a “web forum” which is a website where people who have an interest in a topic go to share knowledge. This was a good place to hear people's experience and complaints with the car and give details on what to look for in evaluating the car. To find a forum simply enter the subject you are interested in plus the word “forum” in a Google or Yahoo search. (e.g. “BMW forum”)
I then used “Yahoo Autos” (www.yahoo.com) to search the available cars in my area. Many of the dealer listings provide a link to a free CarFax report that gives the history of each car. Dealerships usually maintain inventories of the used cars they have on the lot at their websites. What this allows you to do is watch the movement of their cars over a period of time (I shopped for about 3 months) and tell when a car has been sitting on the lot for an extended period. This gives you a huge advantage when negotiating the price at the dealer. If the dealer says “I can’t sell the car for that price” you simply reply “How much will it cost you to let it sit here another month?”
Of course your mileage may vary but I think these tools can certainly help you get the killer deal I got in my recent car purchase.
I should be charging for this crap but you get it free for visiting MOSSNEWS!
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Dukacab
In putting together a "mixtape" for a guys trip to Vegas I came across some old favorites and some of them stuck. I was amused by the stuff we thought was cool when we were young and I felt nostalgic listening to "The Cure", "The Jam", "Echo & The Bunnymen", "The Smiths". How we thought one band was "gay" when another one that sounded similar was cool struck me funny but we were kids after all. Kids don't know crap.
One thing that really stuck with me was my CD's of Genesis's "Duke" & "Abacab".
When the tune "Keep it Dark", the story of a man trapped by his fear who dreams of the world outside but is too scared to open the shades, came on the stereo one of my friends said "what is this?". I guess we didn't all listen to the same stuff back then.
As my Genesis CD's are now converted to MP3 and thrown together in a single folder the two became a mixtape of their own sorted by cut number and song title instead of by album. Call it "Abacuke" or "Dukacab". Whatever it is it takes two thematic masterpieces and creates a melange of messages that question issues of socioeconomic differences through a battle of good vs. evil intermixed with an examination of the insecurity we all possess inside.
Phil Collins, yes kids he had a career before going solo, belts out a series of emotionally wrenching hymns about those whose value is in their possessions and who ignore the damage caused to nature that surrounds us. The end result making him "feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place". Followed by the lonely man who "is just waiting for someone to show" and deliver him from the purgatory that is his life.
Is life a battle of good versus evil or is it merely finding the balance in all of us the makes living OK?
One thing that really stuck with me was my CD's of Genesis's "Duke" & "Abacab".
When the tune "Keep it Dark", the story of a man trapped by his fear who dreams of the world outside but is too scared to open the shades, came on the stereo one of my friends said "what is this?". I guess we didn't all listen to the same stuff back then.
As my Genesis CD's are now converted to MP3 and thrown together in a single folder the two became a mixtape of their own sorted by cut number and song title instead of by album. Call it "Abacuke" or "Dukacab". Whatever it is it takes two thematic masterpieces and creates a melange of messages that question issues of socioeconomic differences through a battle of good vs. evil intermixed with an examination of the insecurity we all possess inside.
Phil Collins, yes kids he had a career before going solo, belts out a series of emotionally wrenching hymns about those whose value is in their possessions and who ignore the damage caused to nature that surrounds us. The end result making him "feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place". Followed by the lonely man who "is just waiting for someone to show" and deliver him from the purgatory that is his life.
Is life a battle of good versus evil or is it merely finding the balance in all of us the makes living OK?
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Listening to my Sixth Sense
Some people call it intuition, some think they are psychic, some think that there is an angel looking over them or a message from a loved one who has passed. I am not sure what it is but it seems that lately my sixth sense has taken over.
So I am in Las Vegas and I am walking through the Casino and before I sit down at a table I know whether I will win or lose. It's when I don't listen to my sixth sense that I lose because every time it told me to play I won. It's uncanny and I didn't have to be drunk for it to speak to me.
For example:
I was playing a version of Texas Hold'em that my buddies like at the Hard Rock Casino and just had a bad feeling about it. The dealers were cool, the game is fun and we were having a good time but the bad feeling persisted. I lost $100 very quickly so I left the table. My buddy Erik left at the same time and I asked if he wanted to play some blackjack and we walked to the blackjack tables. None seemed like the place to sit but then I passed by a craps table it was as though the Nubian Queen dealer was beckoning me to play. I ignored it at first because I don't like to play craps unless there is a low limit but after a second pass around the casino and a second come hither look I was taken in. It was a blast and I won more than the $100 I had lost at the other table.
This kept happening to me, whether it was the table I was sitting at or the seat at the table I was sitting at I knew whether it was in the cards (or dice) for me to win. Next time I will listen to my sixth sense.
So I am in Las Vegas and I am walking through the Casino and before I sit down at a table I know whether I will win or lose. It's when I don't listen to my sixth sense that I lose because every time it told me to play I won. It's uncanny and I didn't have to be drunk for it to speak to me.
For example:
I was playing a version of Texas Hold'em that my buddies like at the Hard Rock Casino and just had a bad feeling about it. The dealers were cool, the game is fun and we were having a good time but the bad feeling persisted. I lost $100 very quickly so I left the table. My buddy Erik left at the same time and I asked if he wanted to play some blackjack and we walked to the blackjack tables. None seemed like the place to sit but then I passed by a craps table it was as though the Nubian Queen dealer was beckoning me to play. I ignored it at first because I don't like to play craps unless there is a low limit but after a second pass around the casino and a second come hither look I was taken in. It was a blast and I won more than the $100 I had lost at the other table.
This kept happening to me, whether it was the table I was sitting at or the seat at the table I was sitting at I knew whether it was in the cards (or dice) for me to win. Next time I will listen to my sixth sense.
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