03 April 2010

Manassas And The Battle Of Bull Run


My trip to D.C. took me to the Bull Run Battlefield today. Although I am not especially passionate about military history, the battle of Bull Run is pretty interesting. Referred to as the First Battle of Manassas by the Confederates, Bull Run was the first land battle of the Civil War. Fought July 21, 1861, on what had to be a warm Virginia day.

This is where Confederate General Thomas J. Jackson got one of the coolest nicknames ever: Stonewall. I do remember that from 8th grade history class. The Confederate soldiers said that "he stood there like a stone wall" or something like that. The Confederate cemetary in the photo was on top of the hill that Jackson used to survey the landscape before the battle.

How many times do you get to visit a Confederate cemetary and see the Confederate flag flying? Well, not exactly flying, but planted.

I'm not sure how I stumbled across this Confederate cemetary.



Tune in soon to read this post when it's finished.

Kevin Bean Figures Out How To Embed Video


Yes! I figured out how to post video to my blog. Here is M.I.A. and her video for Paper Planes.

02 April 2010

Random Thoughts On Pop Culture



Movies on cable are so much better in HD. No pan-and-scan and the detail is crystal sharp. Too bad it took watching The Incredible Hulk to notice it. When is someone going to make an Incredible Hulk movie that's like the real Hulk? The comic book Hulk could clap his hands together to create a sonic boom, jump miles in a single leap, and rip up the turf of the Earth like a carpet (he always did this when the Army was attacking him). I wish they would do away with the Hulk as a character study.

I watched the beginning of W. although I swore I would never watch an Oliver Stone movie again (after Heaven And Earth/Natural Born Killers). Josh Brolin is an awesome actor and in this movie he is George Bush. I never liked Bush as a president but Brolin sells Bush's charm enough that you root for him. Couldn't say the same for the real-life G W.

After seeing Hot Tub Time Machine I had the Eighties on the brain. I watched The Breakfast Club, One Crazy Summer, and Back to the Future, all out of pure dumb luck. As I said before One Crazy Summer was not a terrible movie. Another Eighties icon, Bob Geldof, was in the news this week. In honor of the Eighties On The Brain Week, here are the Boomtown Rats with the anthem of my freshman year at Edinboro, I Don't Like Mondays.


LOST has lost me this season. I don't know what's going on. Is the flash sideways real or not? It feels like another build-up until the big fight, kind of like Rocky. The episode featuring Richard's backstory was good and it dispelled the notion of the island being Hell but that's been about it for hard answers in the last few episodes. Comments in the blogs are talking about who Jacob touched and I just stopped caring enough to take notes. I know it's not too late for the show's salvation, I just don't want to be left saying WTF!

Speaking of the Eighties, I watched HBO's Larry Bird/Magic Johnson special last night. I spent the Eighties rooting for Larry Bird and my college roommate D.J. rooted for Magic and the Lakers. D.J. is a first-class trash talker and although the Celtics were the champs when we were roommates, when I saw him next fall they weren't. The Lakers beat them that summer and the Celtics would not win another championship for more than twenty years. It was nice to see Bird and Magic talk about their legacy together. Magic retired in November 1991 and Bird only played half a season of games afterwards but I got to see them together on the Dream Team in 1992. It bored everyone else I knew but I liked watching the USA crush the competition.

I watched The House Bunny and the best part of the movie was looking at Anna Faris with almost nothing on. No, the best part was Emma Stone, the cute girl from Zombieland and Superbad. She has a natural guffawness aw shucks quality about her. And speaking of house bunnies....

When is someone going to make a good Hugh Hefner biopic. The guy practically copyrighted sex. Where would my childhood have been without the naked women of Playboy? Hugh is a Great American Success Story along the lines of Horation Alger.




Can't wait until Iron Man 2 is released. Five weeks away. What is the deal with Pepper Potts in partial armor in this pic? I'm so glad Mickey Rourke is back making movies....I've been wanting to get the Neil Young Archives but its getting really lousy customer reviews on Amazon....Good for Chelsea Handler for dissing Jesse James' tatooed Nazi stripper....Right now I'm watching Step Brothers. Pretty funny. I watched Semi-Pro this morning. Will Ferrell + the 70's = Funny!


I like the pic of Marilyn Monroe in shorts. Check her out in The Seven Year Itch if you get a chance, and I suggest you wait for a hot summer night to watch it. It will enhance the mood.

OK that's it.

Splendid Isolation

I wanna live all alone in the desert
I wanna be like Georgia O'Keefe
I wanna live on the Upper East side
And never go down in the street


Warren Zevon - Splendid Isolation


In the fall of 1989 I was going through one of those introspective what-am-I-gonna-do-with-my-life stages. I had spent the summer before on a mindless adventure, sleeping out every night by my neighbor's pond (some might call it a lake), drinking beer, listening to Springsteen, and generally acting a fool. This didn't quite curb or cure me from the dead calm in my life. In other words, I wasn't moving forward. I had started waiting tables at ChiChi's (a venture that was my boss's idea) after moving out from the kitchen, and I came and went however I could because I couldn't drive. I felt rudderless, just adrift on the sea of my life, and it was beginning to affect me.

One night, when I was over at my friend Robin's apartment, she insisted we watch Pink Floyd's The Wall. I had never seen The Wall before, despite its midnight showing at muliple theaters every Friday and Saturday night for years (I always thought it was a movie for stoners and I didn't want any part of that). I was struck by how isolated Pink was. To recap, Pink was a young boy in England when the war was going on. He suffered the air raid sirens and the shelling and, worse of all, the loss of his father. At school, the teacher mocks the young, self-conscious boy when he finds Pink's notebook of poems. "The boy fancies himself a poet!" At home, his mother becomes overprotective, leading Pink to break out when he becomes a rock star, indulging in drugs and sex. Pink marries but is pushed over the edge when his wife cheats on him. All of these episodes become bricks in the wall and soon no one can get through to him. He has become isolated from human contact.



A month after watching and thinking about Pink and his wall, I watched Taxi Driver. If you ever think you are screwed up, if you ever think you got things bad, watch Taxi Driver. Everyone is normal compared to Travis. Travis Bickle, the taxi driver (of course - Robert De Niro), becomes so far removed from reality that it becomes frightening. He could be anyone you pass on the street. If it's true that the only normal people are the ones you don't know well, then this is that movie. Travis doesn't know how to relate to people, despite living and working in New York City, despite his interaction every day with hundreds of people, and despite his desperate attempts. He tries to flirt with the girl at the candy counter at the X-rated movie theater. He goes on a date with a pretty secretary, only to be shut down when he takes her to the same theater to watch a movie. "This is what couples do," he tells her. When she refuses to see him again, we see the potential violence within him. Little by little, after repeated rejections, Travis becomes a guy who paces around his apartment swearing at no one, and blankly staring at his own reflection in the television. Like Pink, Travis breaks out from his repression, and finally takes action. Pink trashes a hotel room and (SPOILER ALERT!) Travis kills about four people.

I think these two films make good companion pieces to one another. They are both good character studies of human isolation and of feeling loneliness despite being surrounded by people. Or maybe I just like to be alone too much. My friend Dana teases me because I want to live in a fortified compound in the mountains. The last time she teased me we were in a crowded bar and I had to ask her, "Are you talking to me?"

01 April 2010

From Washington DC





I'm not quite sure how to manage this blog to get it exactly the way I want it but here goes. On the bottom is is the first pic I took when I got here - pretty lame of me. Warm and sunny forecast for the rest of the week. The trees are blossoming and this pic is a tree in the parking lot. Hopefully I can get some pics of the cherry blossoms in the next couple days.

The second pic up from the bottom is the Turkish flag flying outside the embassy ("Ever been in a Turkish prison, Bobby?"). We drove down embassy row in an attempt to get near the National Mall during rush hour. Not a good idea.

The third pic up from the bottom is the Jefferson Memorial strategically placed behind some bushes.

The fourth pic up from the bottom is the Washington Monument, obviously rebuilt since the movie Independence Day was filmed.

Small Internet Indeed


I just had to check my stupid Facebook this morning. Now my mind is blown and I won't be able to get back to sleep. The pride cometh before the fall is how the old saying goes. I'm usually not such a jerk but sometimes in my life I have taken things for granted, like the affections of a good person. I visited my friends in Edinboro in 1990, taking a bus from Buffalo because that's where I lived at the time. I had delusions of becoming an English professor and I was taking some high-level literature classes at UB, but I only went to class the first three weeks or so. I was in a weird funk. I had just seen Pink Floyd's The Wall for the first time and I knew how Pink felt. He was building a wall around himself mentally. Maybe a month later I saw Taxi Driver for the first time. Travis Bickle was alot like Pink and me. All three of us were disconnected. There is a shot in Taxi Driver when Travis is sitting in the diner and looking into his coffee cup (?) and someone is calling his name but he is just not there. The camera zooms in on the coffee and you know that Travis' mind is somewhere else.

I lived with my friend Ralph that semester (I measured my life in semesters even when I wasn't actually taking any classes). I passed out one afternoon, from a lack of oxygen to my brain presumably, and ten minutes later D.J. called me. I took it as a sign. I took the bus down to see him and met this girl Genienne. She had short red hair and was cute and funny. I remember she asked me what kind of bait I used (that is still funny). D.J. was planning a fishing trip, probably to Cook's Forest, for all the brothers. I told her I liked her and could she please write her name and address on a piece of paper and leave it on the fridge. So she did and we started writing back and forth, then I went down to visit her, she came to NY to visit me, and after that I was a jerk. But she definitely had helped pull me out of the funk I was in that Spring.

She drove her yellow Subaru/Volvo station wagon to come see me that summer. We went to the House of Guitars together, and I bought Blood On the Tracks. How many times did I think of her when Bob Dylan sang "I was wondering if she had changed at all, if her hair was still red." I remember her stepfather mocking me because I wrote to her on yellow legal paper. So that is the story of Genienne, the parts that are flattering to me anyway. I left out me being a jerk and not appreciating her and not really breaking up with her but not calling her anymore either.

So this morning I check my Facebook messages and there she is. Small internet indeed. I am still not sure how she found me but she liked my sign that says "Hippies use the back door. No exceptions." I guess if I owned a place I would let the hippies use the front door. I'm not always a jerk.

30 March 2010

The Three World Wars




I was born in 1966. By the time I knew what was going on Nixon was caught up in Watergate. I remember one time when I faked brushing my teeth and my mom busted me, saying "That's why the President is in all this mess. He lied." She hasn't changed much. Before this I was vaguely aware of a world outside of my own. I remember wondering what POWs were and why we had to bring them home. My uncle George wore a POW button. He fought with the U.S. Army in the Korean War. He was referring, of course, to the prisoners of the Vietnam War.

North Vietnam and North Korea were the only countries standing between the U.S. and China, geographically, when we fought these wars. In both cases the U.S. operated from the southern half of a once united nation and, in both cases, the enemy nation bordered China. I'm sure China didn't think much of us having our troops so close to their border, which is why we fought to the 38th paralell of the Korean peninsula and no further. At the time there was serious concern that Communism would sweep through Asia, spreading from nation to nation, like a cold, and it could only be caught border to border apparently. This is referred to as the Domino Theory, the cornerstone of any good Cold War philosophy, which seems kind of silly to me. But I saw the Berlin Wall fall when I was barely in my twenties, so maybe I don't have an idea of how real the threat of Communism or nuclear war was. The Berlin Airlift of 1961 and the Cuban Missle Crisis of 1962 were both episodes of direct or almost-direct U.S.-Soviet conflict. When the 1980's arrived the U.S. hockey team defeated the Soviets at the Olympics, the Afghans defeated them in Afghanistan, and Rambo, Rocky and Bill Murray had faced off against them in the movies. Before I turned twenty the real life Soviets had become cartoon villains. Of course, by this time, Ronald Reagan had ridden into office and started to move us beyond detente.

I had a professor who argued that the reason for the Sixties, the reason that people became dirty hippies, is the failure of the U.S. and Soviet Union to blow each other up during the Cuban Missle Crisis. I guess he figured they figured that if it didn't happen then, it would never happen and it was time to be self-indulgent and self-centered; the professor was kind of a dick. I don't think that's why the Sixties happened. The Fifties were repressed and the Sixties just brought the pendulum the other way. Guys and girls that had to suffer through heavy petting in the Fifties got to have Free Love in the Sixties, if they weren't married to whoever they were petting. And if they were they could just get divorced. The Free Love-rs had to worry about being drafted and here begins distrust of the government in a whole new way, a distrust that Nixon would hammer into the public consciousness so deeply that it is still being felt today.

I wonder if all of the Cold War actions, the proxy wars, the Space Race and all the economic and political competitions will eventually be referred to as the Third World War. It has definitely been a different world since the Soviet Union collapsed. It's messier and not as well-defined. Our enemy now is not a nation, but a loose network. How do we define them? They aren't within specific borders, even borders as lazy as Vietnam's. And a "war on terror" does not make sense either. We are fighting a war against a tactic? Because that's what terrorism is: a tactic of war. Like I have said before, I miss the old days when Reagan was president and the Russians were clearly the guys in the black hats.

You're Probably Thinking..."A Vacation From What?"


I am officially on vacation. If you know me, if you have been to my house in the last three months, you will know, you will ask yourself, "what could he be taking a vacation from?" I don't work, I practically don't feed myself (not true), I don't do my own laundry, or housework, or dishes (almost not true). But my friend Ralph lives outside of Washington, D.C., one of my favorite places, and an opportuinity to road trip presented itself. Anyone who reads my blog knows that I am a history nut and, for people similarly afflicted, D.C. is like a big playground, a history geek's Graceland.

I would like to go to the Library of Congress sometime this week. Maybe I can dig into my family history while I'm here. I would also like to go back to the National Archives and get myself a t-shirt with both Elvis and Nixon (they're shaking hands!) on it. Of course I want to sit on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial for awhile and look out at the reflecting pool on the National Mall. I might do that Friday. Also, the cherry blossoms are out here.

When I was a kid my family drove to Florida a few times and we stopped in D.C. The cherry blossoms were out and, of course, it was a good memory. So I'm excited for that too. I think I am going to try to talk my friend Ralph into driving to Monticello, Thomas Jefferson's house. We'll see. The rest of the time I am going to sit on the patio and enjoy the sun. Pretty much what I do at home when it's warm enough. Pics will be forthcoming.

30 March 2010 11:51pm
Tomorrow is gonna be 70 here in DC tomorrow.

31 March 2010 10:58am
Well my first day in the D.C. area was a lot like a typical day at home except I drank more and earlier. I have the patio door open at my friends condo to let the sunshine in and later we're going to a seafood buffet!

Right now I'm watching The Breakfast Club, the classic Judd Nelson/turkey pot pie monologue. The author of my favorite site on the internet, POP CANDY at USAToday, is going to call five of her 15,000 Twitter followers this week. I submitted my name and phone number and I am keeping two of my fingers crossed that she chooses me. She is from D.C. I think she would appreciate that I'm watching an 80's classic before noon on a weekday.

1 April 2010
I must be in the middle of an 80's movie marathon on tv because this morning One Crazy Summer, with John Cusack, was on. Strangely enough, it was not nearly as bad as I remember it being.

29 March 2010

I Explain 1986 And The Hot Tub Time Machine


"We were young. We had momentum." So says John Cusack's character in the movie Hot Tub Time Machine. It's about three friends who time travel back to 1986 and inhabit their own then-twenty year old bodies. I was 20 in 1986 and recently I've been missing it.

I don't really yearn to be in 1986, or lament the time gone by, but I liked the music and the detente of the Cold War. It was boring. Once in awhile we bombed Khadafi but we didn't have the open-ended war that we do now, nor did we have an enemy that was as pesky as the ones we have now. Back then I thought of Ron Reagan as my dad's president, but now I miss the old guy. Clinton lowered the bar and Bush Jr. just totally wrecked it. Reagan could speak clearly, his personal actions while in office weren't disgraceful (aside from being married to Nancy Reagan) and he single-handedly brought down the Soviet Union. It's true, you can look it up. Living through history is a weird feeling. The realization that you are living through history will make you feel old, and if not old, like a seasoned veteran.

I never dressed for 1986, with the thin tie or the mullet, but in 1985 I did own a white jacket which I might have worn two or three times (this was before I stole my roommate D.J.'s personal style). I'm glad grunge fashion came in and did away with all the silly colors. Suddenly, people like my dad became stylish in flannel shirts, jeans and boots. You could say the style came to him, which will happen if you dress the same way for forty years.

1986 is a year that changed my life. If I went back in time, like the guys in the movie, it would be imperative that I not change my first meeting with Eric or George or D.J. Everybody who's seen Back to the Future knows that when you time travel, you can't touch anything in the past, because if you do, you might not be born. Well, if Eric didn't walk in my room the second or third day of school and introduce himself I might not have met George, and if I hadn't met George, I wouldn't have met D.J., and I wouldn't have asked D.J. to be my roommate, and we all would've gone on to live life without each other. We wouldn't be PhiSigs and I wouldn't be writing this right now. They wouldn't be my best friends. Which is impossible.

The moral of the story, or movie in this case, is that although we think things were great in our youth, the reality is that we had problems even back then. The difference is, yeah, we had problems, but who cares. Let's get a keg and have some people over, put on some Beastie Boys, visit Tommy's room, and all is good with the world. Personally, I'm lucky because I get to go to Camp with DJ, and hang out, drink beer, and not much has changed. He's still responsibly employed and enjoyably manic. We don't have the House to go to anymore but that's been true since 1991. At the House we could drink and dance and be the center of the party. All of us, not just me and D.J. There were people there. Young people. If I miss anything it's the freedom of being there. All I had to do was get there, by bus or van ride or old car, and everything would be ok. I could see my friends and I would get back home somehow, eventually.

I like putting on the Classic Alternative music channel and hearing the old tunes, although it's hit and miss. I want to hear Jesus and Mary Chain and XTC and the Smiths, not Duran Duran. But, just like real life, you gotta take the good with the mediocre or just plain awful. How many hair bands did the '80's put out? Eventually I started listening to Neil Young, which was everything I liked about the world and life. Images of nature and country life, some manic energy, some tin soldiers and Nixon references, and an overwhelming feeling of bliss. I saw Neil in Pittsburgh with D.J., Johnny, and Eric, and I remember that Neil, at 45, kicked my ass and exhausted me then kept going. I may have been young and had momentum on my side, but Neil was a seasoned veteran. I hoped that I could keep it up when I was Neil's age. As we were leaving the stadium Eric was singing when a guy, probably as old as I am now, leaving the concert in a BMW was idling in traffic nearby. "Hey hey, my my," Eric sang, loud enough for the guy to hear. "My hair is gray but I got some dye." The old guy gave Eric a dirty look and we all laughed. Ah, youth.

Poisonous And Hateful Sarah Palin


BREAKING NEWS: I just started hating Sarah Palin. She was cute before, back with the McCain candidacy, when she was posing with a skeet rifle. Now she leaves this note on Twitter: Commonsense Conservatives & lovers of America: "Don't Retreat, Instead - RELOAD!" She writes this after the phone threats left for members of Congress, after members of Congress get spit on, after representatives are called "baby killer" and other assorted death threats are made against those who supported health care.

If you read this blog you will know that I don't like the health care law and I don't want to be forced to pay for a service I don't want nor should I have to pay a fine to refuse to pay for said service. Now I would almost change my mind if it meant I didn't agree with a vile person like Sarah Palin. Does she not have any sense of decency? Reload? You want the people who made these threats to reload? Maybe they'll sack up and use live ammunition this time Sarah. Maybe just making threats won't be enough for those who want to protect our Liberty. Is the stupid bitch trying to start a Civil War? She downplayed her gun rhetoric this weekend, writing an "inspiring" speech to the teams of the NCAA tournament. You see, all this talk of violence is just silly. Gun rhetoric is used in sports all the time. It's just like Ann Coulter's use of satire when she tells Muslim students to ride their magic carpet, and if they don't have one, to ride their camel. Yeah, it's satire, not inappropriate and racist. Like, hmm, Ann Coulter is a soulless, callous ghoul. No, that is too close to the truth to be satire.

During her campaign as Vice-President, McCain's camp gave Palin a crash course in 20th century history. Her response? "Wow, this stuff is awesome!" Yeah, history is like that. When Katie Couric asked her what she read to get her news, and her response was basically, I read, like, whatever!, I knew she was a lightweight. When I saw her address the Couric interview later, she disingenuously said that she was insulted and refused to answer the question in a forthright manner. It was like Katie Couric was asking her if she could read! That's why she stumbled and stuttered over the question. Bullshit Sarah. I know people and I know body language - you were stumped then and your cover-up was almost as thin. But it did reveal something else. Sarah Palin has an innate ability to play the victim with a sense of moral outrage and then change the subject. When David Letterman made a joke about her daughter, the one who got pregnant before she was married, Palin told everyone the joke was really about her thirteen-year old. Outrage, sure. Inventing something that wasn't there? Absolutely. I like that she steps down as Governor of Alaska, eighteen months into her term, to "help America". You see, the issue is that she wants to help America, not that she is not fulfilling her obligations to her state.

Now, amidst violent threats she thinks nothing of telling people to reload. Sarah Palin was once one death away from history. Now, she may be again but for totally different reasons

The Reagan Years


With all this talk of Hot Tub Time Machines, I've been thinking about the past. I liked growing up in the Reagan years. It must have been similar to the people who had FDR for a president. In 1980, Reagan's first year in office, I was still a kid. I was in that awkward stage between make-believe and real life. When we are children we pretend. When we start to grow up we don't pretend anymore. That's when we're supposed to play sports, or music, or embrace some other non-pretend activity. Then, after high school, after we've devoted ourselves to being square, to fitting in and "finding out who we are", we go off to college as fully formed people. Yeah, right. This is when we discover that alcohol is the new pretend activity.

When Reagan left office in 1988 I had had too many new experiences to count. They say that March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. Well, for me, March was like Reagan. If there was a checklist of adult activity, it would have been blank when Reagan came in and all filled out when Reagan left. I had a) had sex, b) had sex again, c)hooked up with some nurses on a weekend in the Thousand Islands (we had sex), and d) the list goes on. Driving a car, being on my own (somewhat responsible for myself anyway) and on and on. Reagan's presidency demarcated my childhood from my adulthood.

I started drinking when I was sixteen. Over at Pete Dugovic's house (my best friend for awhile) I had six beers. I was drunk. I didn't drink again until the next year when my friend John Pooley and I would mix whiskey and cokes from his parent's liqour cabinet (sorry Jack and Liz) and walk down on the rocks by the creek. I drank sporadically after that until I went away to school. After that it was SigPi's, the Teek House parties, and anywhere else we could get beer. Not to mention the summer of 1988, which I spent in a crazed frenzy of escapism. The last summer of the Reagan presidency went out with a bang, not a whimper.

1988 was the year I made my first adult plans. D.J. called me one December afternoon and told me we were moving to Arizona. "We are?" "Yeah," he said. "We're gonna go to ASU. Where Eva lives." Okay, I thought. Sounds good to me. We flew out that April. The first morning we were there we dropped Eva off at class at Mesa Community College, got a twelve pack, and drove to the highest point we could find. It was a park, not unlike Mendon Ponds Park or Cobb's Hill (for those from 'round here) with rocks and cactus and scorpions (poisonous varmints). We sat on the rocks and drank our beer and I really felt like I was somewhere I had never been before.

The rest of that year crashed to the ground like Springsteen's calliope and I ended up retreating to Edinboro, to waste the days away with George and Eric and everyone else, going to Stealer's Fair with Johnny and reading Steinbeck. I didn't get back to Arizona until years later, when Eric became a park ranger out there (Dead Horse Ranch State Park). George Bush was elected president that fall, the next year the Soviet Union fell, and the year after that Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait. The 1980's were finally over. From then on my life would continue to go in cycles, but they would be smaller cycles, and more compact. I think time speeds up as you get older, but if you spend some time looking back, it feels like looking at an ocean of time.

23 March 2010

Is That So Wrong?

So I had this dream about Jessica Alba last night. It was ok as dreams go and then it got kinda weird. We were in the basement where I lived (I don't really live in a basement) and I had to try and make it liveable and girl-friendly. By that I mean a girl would feel comfortable enough to have sex there. With me, not Brad Pitt. It was full of moldy, wet stones (like the basement in the house where I grew up) and I was trying to sweep the floor(?) which was generally mucky. I swear, I really don't have dreams about celebrities that often. This is the first and only one that I can recall right now. After I woke (about 5:30 this am) I did my usual thing and surfed the web for news. Don't judge me, but I stop at the NYDailyNews, the NYPost (very briefly), USAToday, and the DrudgeReport, before moving on to bigger and better things, like the POPCandy blog I refer to all the time.

Today, while I was at the Post, I saw a pic of a hot girl and clicked it. This link took me to a gossipy site where there was pics of various hot actresses. You know their names, they're the usual suspects: Angelina, Scarlett, Jessicas Biel and Alba, Miley, and a bunch of other girls who are fringe actresses to me but might star in your favorite tv show. Looking at these girls I started to think about girl issues, mainly self-perception. How do teen girls view themselves? Do they want to be these women in the NYPost? I thought about what a commodity a pretty girl's sexuality is. Maybe sexuality is the wrong word. Their beauty or their looks is probably more accurate, because that is why I am looking at them. They're nice to look at. I'm not going to see Scarlett Johansson at the store where I buy my groceries, but those girls in the store are cute, and some could even be considered hot. Normal, everyday girls, working at the checkout line. Is it my fault that teens have poor self-esteem, because I look at girls in the NYPost and think the cashiers are cute? I don't know.

Recently Sandra Bullock's husband cheated on her with a fully-tattooed part-time stripper who resembles Marilyn Manson. Strippers are supposed to be hot, and some are, but I'd have to give this woman a thumbs down. And I thought that before I saw her fully decked out in Nazi regalia. Tiger Woods cheated on his wife with a bevy of willing women, none of whom were any better looking than his wife. I met a girl once who I fell in love with immediately. It was love at first sight. I told a friend of mine about it and he asked if she was cute. I didn't know how to answer that. She is beautiful, of course, with long brown hair, but she is so much more than that. I like to look at the girls in the Post and online but they don't mean anything to me. On the other hand, the girl with the long brown hair means everything to me and I wouldn't trade that for anything. Even Scarlett.

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head



People complain about the rain. They see it "heading our way", as the weather guy puts it, and they shut down and gripe and lament the terrible weather. Even in March. Well, when I was a kid, I remember cutting out pictures of lions and lambs and pasting them to opposite sides of colored paper to represent Spring. And who could forget that "April showers bring May flowers"? So maybe I owe something to our public schools for my chipper attitude towards the weather. Spring weather was a fact of life, no different than the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria cutouts we pasted on the classroom's cork board before Columbus Day. The lion and lamb would eventually take their place on the cork board and we knew that Spring weather was coming.

I like rain. I think its life affirming. I like the sound of it as it pecks away at the windows, I like the melancholy it makes me feel, and I like the way it splashes in puddles. I even like puddles. My dad always told me a story about his dad, my grandfather, when it rained. "On a day like this", he would say as we stood in his shop, "Dad would sit on a bucket at the end of the barn, and sit and watch the rain." He was safe and dry. I've felt that too. Safe and dry and watching the day go by. We don't always get a chance to do that.

22 March 2010

Your New Healthcare Plan, Whether You Want It Or Not


I don't like the new healthcare law which requires me to have healthcare or pay a fine. Basically, the government is telling me what is best for me and fining me if I don't do it. Will the government restrict my diet next? Or my alcohol intake? Maybe. What is the Federal takeover of student loans doing in this law? What else is in this law that has nothing to do with healthcare? I don't like it, I don't trust it, and I am not going to abide by it. And I'm not going to pay the fine either. If I have to I will grow vegetables in the wild and sell them at a roadside stand. Of course, by then Big Brother will probably find a way to tax and regulate that too.

Obama says last week that "the insurance companies aren't going back to the drawing board." That's his response to a lawmaker who wants to start the bill over from scratch. Why not pass legislation separately from the huge healthcare bill to regulate the insurance companies? The healthcare system definitely needs to be overhauled, insurance premiums need to be lowered, the overall cost needs to go down, but how does mandating that I purchase a service help that? The U.S. government does not have the Constitutional power to force me to purchase a service, regardless of what this law is. General Motors, Chrysler, the largest insurance company in the world - AIG, Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, the student loan industry, and the new healthcare system add up to 48% of the private economy. All of it is now under government control. Schools will be next and I'm sure people will rollover when that is suggested too. The camel's nose is in your tent and the rest of the camel is right behind it.

21 March 2010

American History Through Its Folk Songs


All history is linear. A line can be drawn from Jamestown, Virginia or Plymouth, Massachusetts to Lima, New York, where I grew up. The same could be said for my interests. If I like Bruce Springsteen, I'll probably like one of his influences, Bob Dylan. If I like Dylan, I'll probably like his influences, people like Woody Guthrie and Hank Williams. It's kind of like six degrees of Kevin Bacon. Or six degrees of Kevin Bean. Or, as has been said before, six beers with Kevin Bean. In this case, however, history is literally linear: the construction of the Erie Canal, a straight line of travel that cut through Western New York.

Bruce Springsteen released and toured behind a record of folk songs made popular by Pete Seeger, called The Seeger Sessions. One of these songs is "Erie Canal". I have obsessed somewhat about travel in my life: rivers, trains, cars. Mark Twain escaped on a river, Woody Guthrie on a train, and Bruce Springsteen in a car. Like the man in "Proud Mary" who left a good job in the city, where he was working for the man every night and day, I dreamed of escape and freedom. Hiking over the field across the road to hop a train and go wherever it takes me, or floating down the Mississippi River on a raft like Huck Finn, was romantic to me. The Erie Canal was dug only miles from the homesteads of both my parents' families and I wonder if the sense of escape and adventure had overtaken any of the young men in my family, and if they had thought of escaping by way of the canal.

The canal had been proposed late in the 18th century but digging did not begin until 1817. In the early 1800's Western New York was a wilderness, and the California of its time. Americans have always pursued their dreams in the West. Go West, young man! Hollywood, the Gold Rush, the Great Land Rush, and the refugees from Oklahoma who gambled everything on a plentiful California.

The song "Erie Canal" was written by Thomas S. Allen in 1905. It is a sentimental song, lamenting the loss of the past, when the canal was powered simply by mule. By 1905 canal traffic had converted to steam and diesel power, passing by the 15-miles a day covered by the boater and his mule. I like this song for lots of reasons. The canal was a handful of miles away from my families 19th century homesteads. It opened up the area my family made their home. And I like it because Bruce and his band really rock the song.

I'm Not Kidding - Go Buy Springsteen's Seeger Sessions Live In Dublin Right Now!


Even if you are not a huge Bruce fan, you should go buy this cd or, better yet, the dvd. Springsteen and his non-E Street band cover songs that Pete Seeger made popular during the folk movement. Bruce covers them with a full band that includes a horn section, a fleet of singers, and some instruments that I can't even identify. The music is so full that it will blow away any blues you might be feeling.


Singing along to "O Mary, Don't You Weep" is better than a bowl of ice cream. Bruce attacks these songs with a mix of evangelical preacher and band leader, egging on a sing-off between the guys and the girls, with the guts of a street fighter calling out the devil.

The songs include sing-alongs like "Erie Canal" "My Oklahoma Home" and "Old Dan Tucker". Someday when I get a teaching job at an elementary school, these songs are going to be on an eternal rotation in the background. They are pure Americana and an opportunity to teach. Aside from this, the music is fantastic and fun. There are accordion solos, fiddle solos, banjo solos and steel guitar solos. Absolutely a blast! Go get it now, put it on, and feel your feet move and your spirit soar.

19 March 2010

My Ongoing History Lesson

I became a history nut when I learned that the Civil War was a clash between the two founding societies of our nation, Jamestown, Virginia and the Massachusetts Bay Colony of Plymouth. I like to see where things come from, and how and why they are the way they are. I'm sure it fills some Freudian need in me to put the universe in order. I have read about everything from the Native Americans (Indians is a very racist term if you ask me - conceived around the time of Columbus when he insisted that he had landed in India) to slavery in the Southern states to the emergence of the modern America that began after WWI, and there is always more to know.

I have given myself alot of projects to work on, such as a family history (both sides of the family had homesteads that would eventually be absorbed by the NYS Thruway), tracking the defunct local railroads (one went right by my grandmother's hotel/bar), and the legacy of the Erie Canal. Lately, though, I have been writing and interested in writing.

I recently found a collection of World War II reporting that brought my interest in history and writing together. These are original articles written from the frontlines of the war. The first article of the first volume describes the passiveness of the Allies during negotiations with Hitler in 1938. British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain went down in history as a fool, capitulating to Hitler's demands and declaring moral victory. History has judged Chamberlain and Hitler but it will be interesting to see them in the context of their own time.

My aim in writing this particular post is to follow these articles in their succession and, through them, unfold a history of the war. We'll see how it goes. Maybe I'll get bored with it, maybe not. Check back in when you get a chance. I'll label each new post with the date I wrote it and the date of the article.

"It's All Over"
30 September 1938

So begins the article by William L. Shirer, author of The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, describing the Allied capitulation to Hitler that gave up the land known as the Sudetenland. "It's all over. At twelve thirty this morning....Hitler, Mussolini, Chamberlain and Daladier signed a pact turning over Sudetenland to Germany. The German occupation begins tomorrow, Saturday, October 1, and will be completed by October 10." Daladier and Chamberlain "never pressed for a single concession from Hitler. They never got together alone once and made no effort to present some sort of common "democratic" front to the two Caesars," referring to Hitler and Mussolini. The two Allied (what would become the Allies but not yet formally) Prime Ministers arrived on separate planes "and didn't even deem it useful to lunch together yesterday to map out their strategy, though the two dictators did."

The world in 1938 had been suffering a years-long economic depression. No one in Europe wanted another war, except Germany. Hitler had cast off the shackles of the crippling reparations agreement that had ended World War I by paying off the debt. Rebuilding Germany's infrastructure created jobs, spurred the economy, increased nationalism, and gave Germany the roads it needed during war. When Ronald Reagan became president in 1980 he increased defense spending to negotiate with the Soviet Union from a position of strength. Hitler would build his defenses, but not to negotiate. Hitler believed in brute force over negotiation.

Sudetenland was an enclave of Czechoslovakia with a majority-German population, and Hitler not only aimed to unite the German people, he was fairly obsessed with the idea. He wanted the German people united with the "purest" German/Aryan blood. Czecholovakia's "two representatives, Dr. Mastny...Czech Minister in Berlin, and a Dr. Massaryk of the Prague Foreign Office, were told at one thirty a.m. that Czecholovakia would have to accept" the surrender of Sudetenland. They were told this, not by Hitler, but by their allies Chamberlain and Daladier. Hitler had taken Sudetenland through negotiation and intimidation without firing a shot.



March 15 2010

Dorothy Thompson wrote an article called "Peace" - And the Crisis Begins, describing the "peace accord" between Hitler, Mussolini, Chamberlain, and French Prime Minister Daladier. It is a lesson in writing, one of the most well-written pieces of fiction or non-fiction that I have ever read. The article begins with brevity and closes on the point quickly. "What happened on Friday is called 'Peace.' Actually it is an international Fascist coup d'etat." The Four Power accord could hardly be called a treaty and more closely resembled an "armistice in advance of war." Hitler took the Sudetenland, not with force, but the threat of force. It was a territory conquered by "agreement".

Thompson compares the accord to the Treaty of Versailles, a comparison that she says makes the Versailles treaty look generous. Whereas the Treaty of Versailles was arrived at after five months of deliberation, with scores of experts consulted, the Four Power accord was arrived at in four hours, and was drafted by four men who had never set foot in Czechoslovakia. The German-majority populated territories are to be evactuated and no provisions made for the property of those displaced. The property is to be nationalized by Germany.

The Four Power accord was not a treaty but a surrender made to look like a treaty. In the end Chamberlain pleaded to save the slimmest of face, and a joint communique was issued with Hitler: the two countries are "determined to continue our efforts to remove the possible sources of difference and thus to contribute to the assurance of peace in Europe." Conversely, Thompson argues that peace at the end of a bayonet point is peace at all. Czechoslovakia is dismembered and "what is left is destroyed as a democratic republic." She goes on to say that "this peace has been established by dictatorship, and can only maintain itself by further dictatorship."

"Let us not call this peace. Peace is not the absence of war. 'Peace,' said Spinoza, 'is virtue caused by strength of spirit.' This is not peace without victory, for the victory goes to Mr. Hitler. This is peace without virtue. Therefore it is not peace - but the initiation of a terrific world crisis."
Written by Dorothy Thompson and dated October 1, 1938


March 18 2010
I have fallen behind my goal of covering my WWII book at a pace of one article per day, but only because everything is so fascinating. I left off at the terrific piece by Dorothy Thompson about, what I learned later, was the Munich Pact, also as the Munich Betrayal by those loyal to Czechoslovakia. They have/had a right to be upset and hold a grudge. They had been sold out, caught in the tide of a coming war whose effects are still felt today.

The following pieces deal with anti-Semitism and the Germans in 1938, a first-person account of the arrest of 20,000 Jews on November 8, 1938, the invasion of Poland almost a year later, the fall of Poland several weeks after that, and first-person accounts of the bombing of London and Berlin in 1940. There is a lot of history here and so much more I need to know. Consequently, this project is going to take a lot longer than I thought.

Speaking of things I don't know, my dad and I were watching the first DVD of the Ken Burns special about WWII, entitled simply, The War. I did not know that:
German U-boats sunk merchant ships off the east coast of America in 1941, and even sunk a ship in the harbor off of Manhattan.
The United States surrendered 78,000 men in the Pacific arena before they established a toehold. The result was the Bataan Death March.


March 23 2010

I have not been keeping up on this post. I haven't lost interest but I am discovering that World War II was vast. The reports I've been reading have been fascinating. William L. Shirer has been reporting from Berlin and griping about the censors. The layers of censors. His reports are dated from 1940 and 1941. He says that when the U.S. enters the war, the reporters will be kicked out. Many of the reporters that he worked with, and that he replaced, had been kicked out before him. The major media outlets, such as the UPI and AP, cooperate more with the Nazis and are thus a little more in with what is going on. Of course, the Germans are keeping a tight lid on information regardless of who is reporting it.

Edward R. Murrow has been reporting from London with observations of the mettle of the English people. Germany attempted to break England's will but Hitler did not count on the character that gave the people with the smallest resources in Europe the means to rule the world (the part of it they wanted to rule) for a few centuries. The Germans bomb at night but the milkman still makes his rounds in the morning. That says something about the English.

Reading first-hand accounts of the war is fascinating. When not working on my blog, exercising my knee, or otherwise being unoccupied, I have been watching WWII history. The Ken Burns special to begin with, and then a series titled The War In HD. This is all color footage of the war. I am just beginning to comprehend the tens of thousands of stories that made up the tapestry of the war years. When I get my act together a bit more, I will try to do a better job reporting them.

April 1 2010
I left off with the bombing of London, which occured in 1940, but I am going to skip back in time to 1938. It is November 8. Neville Chamberlain had just given the Sudetenland away months before, Germany has annexed Austria, and hatred for the Jews has moved from a low simmer to outright action. The night of November 9, 1938, was known as Kristallnacht (literally meaning "crystal night") or the Night of the Broken Glass. A German-born Polish Jew killed the Secretary of the German Embassy in Paris, prompting the looting and destruction of Jewish owned stores throughout Germany and Austria. The looters were alleged to be hot-headed mobs that acted impetuously, but the looting was actually an organized effort by the Nazi Party and the S.S., using Hitler Youth to smash windows, haul goods into the streets, and otherwise destroy Jewish owned businesses.

16 March 2010

The Ramones Find Commercial Success


I love the Ramones. I have since 8th grade. "Lobotomy" "We're A Happy Family" "Judy Is A Punk" - love it! They never found radio success or commercial success but their songs are everywhere now. Commercials I can understand and, given Johnny's business savvy, I'm surprised they didn't start selling long ago. Johnny, Joey and DeeDee are all gone and Tommy is the only one left. This is kind of funny because Tommy was originally the producer and kind of had to be talked in to sitting in on drums. He was also the first one to leave the group, citing his need for sanity. I have nephews and they like ScoobyDoo, which subjects me to all kinds of new ScoobyDoo stories. I heard the Ramones in an episode last week or so and that was fine. It wasn't "Blitzkreig Bop" but it was one of their accessible tunes. Something beach related, I think. But today I heard "I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You," Joey's rejection song. Has the world gone mad? The Ramones were the baddest punk bad on the planet. When they met the Sex Pistols in London, Johnny Rotten was afraid the Ramones were going to beat him. They appeared that dangerous onstage and off. To be used as bumper music in a kiddie cartoon is something Johnny couldn't have ever contemplated. I can't wait to see Freddy, dressed in his white shirt and blue ascot, cover DeeDee's "53rd and 3rd."

15 March 2010

Random Thoughts of the Day...

The Boston Celtics are my holdover favorite NBA team and they are headed downhill fast. One championship two years ago is all they are going to get from KG, Paul Pierce, and Ray Allen. Ray Allen is actually playing the best recently. KG has knee problems and Paul Pierce has back problems. It sucked watching Larry Bird go through that in the early 90's. There is something about LeBron that I don't like. Supposedly he was a jerk when he played a pre-season game in Rochester, pretending that he was checking into the game and then laughing about jerking the crowd around. He played about four minutes. Oh well. The NBA hasn't been the same since Jordan left and I really don't care all that much.

The Buffalo Bills suck. When are they going to make some moves to get better? It is supposedly an uncapped year, so teams can sign any free agents they want. Julius Peppers was out there, Jake Delhomme, Brady Quinn, LT. What have the Bills done? They brought in an O-line guy who was let go by the Raiders. So now they're getting the Raiders rejects? And they acted like they made a big splash. I guess simply bringing anyone gives them the sense that they are making progress. I was optimistic when they hired Chan Gailey but it's fading fast. Despite vowing to do whatever it takes to win, Ralph Wilson is running things much like he has before. It reminds me of the Who song: "Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss." Without a new QB, my hopes for the Bills are limited. And without a new QB I am skeptical the Bills will be in Buffalo five years from now. Then what? Become a Giants fan? Football will never be the same for me if the Bills leave.

Wow, did shit backfire on Eric Massa or what? Saturday Night Live hammered him this weekend. And the SNL news desk made me laugh and think at the same time when they said, "You know you're in a bad position when you're the crazy one on the Glenn Beck show." Haha. Massa has to wonder what happened and I feel bad for him and his family. A Navy career and reputation down the drain and he became a public spectacle. Nancy Pelosi went on Charlie Rose and said, in a really strange way, "Poor baby. Ohh, poor baby." What did she mean? I like it better when I just pay attention to sports.

What is the deal with LOST? The week before last was an episode that saw Sayid become a bad guy, two main characters got killed, and Fake Locke take over. Last week's episode was the opposite. Viewers saw Ben become a good guy in the alternate universe. He was humbled, he did something selfless, and he became more human. As bad as the Sayid episode made me feel, the Ben episode made me feel good. It looks like there is an epic showdown coming. I hope Sawyer is on the right side - he's become the most complex character on the island.

Ok, I guess that's it for now.

12 March 2010

Tiger Woods Adds To His Legend

Tiger Woods had sex with lots of women who were not his wife then went to rehab to save his image/marriage/career. The announcement of his return to golf has been imminent and it was announced today that he has chosen the Masters as his first tournament. The Masters is part of the threshold of Spring for me. Held in Augusta, Georgia, it is the snobbiest, most blue-blooded event outside of the Kentucky Derby. I love to look at the green grass and think about the Old South.

Tiger won his first major tournament at Augusta. The following year an old, irrelevant golfer asked the media to make sure that Tiger "doesn't ask for fried chicken or collard greens, or whatever the hell it is they eat" to be served at the Masters official dinner. Yeah, I love thinking about the Old South and whitey.

Tiger can't lose this weekend and this is why I love sports. He has already taken the most traditional event in American sports and conquered it. By "traditional" I meankeepers of the status quo, white propertied men who will never surrender their power willingly. It is happening in small increments and when the World War Two generation passes I believe it will breathe its last dying gasp, and the baby boomers will take over. But Tiger has already won. He can play the tournament and lose, but he will have controlled the spotlight of the 24-hour news cycle for five days, from Thursday until Monday. If he wins, it will be a comeback along the lines of Muhammad Ali knocking out Frazier his first time in the ring after Vietnam, or Jordan stepping out of a minor-league ballclub's bus and into the Bulls' gym to win a title. Woods doesn't have to win the Masters, but he's already added to his mystique. Every other golfer on the course will be asked and be aware of Woods' presence on the course. If he does win, it will be a moment in sports when a chapter is added to a legend, and I will be thinking of the Old South when he puts on the green jacket.