tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80939402024-03-14T00:08:33.537-05:00Raw Unbridled BuffooneryThis blog exists for no particular reason.
It will have no clear direction, nor is anything of substance a guarantee.
Take it for what it isn't, or leave it for what it is.Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-68756141429890313532018-09-28T22:44:00.000-05:002018-09-28T22:59:43.860-05:00Like sands through the hourglass...<br />
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So, as my last couple of entries illustrated, 2018 has not been a good year so far. If I weren’t already aware of my mortality, that concept has been getting hammered home this year. First there was my friend Ed, followed a mere 3 days later by my beautiful and amazing cousin Jennifer. The trio (death comes in threes, right?) was rounded out by my wife’s lifelong best friend Diane less than two weeks later.<br />
For this entry I must refer back to Ed. I was actually friends with Ed by proxy through his wife Donna. She and I worked together at Shop Rite and she befriended me when my ex-wife and I split (i.e. she offered a shoulder). Then we formed a bowling team with our co-workers, and that was the start of a 20+ year friendship. I started hanging out with her and her family quite often, and when we lost a bowler on our team, we coaxed Ed into joining. Ed had unofficially retired his bowling shoes but he begrudgingly said he would join us. We quickly found out we had created a monster, but that’s a story for another time.<br />
Anyway, over the years we had become a part of each other’s families. Parties, holidays, day trips, etc. I love the Cooks. So it broke my heart to lose Ed. Not even so much for me, but because I knew how much of a hole his passing left in the lives of his kids, Kara and Sean, and especially his wife Donna. He was the yin to her yang. In recent years our lives have gone in different directions, but we stayed in contact and I knew the last 4 months have been a stressful time for the family. Donna was frustrated that her new granddaughter was 3000 miles away, but she has been looking forward to following through on the family’s plan to move out to Spokane to be with her son and granddaughter. However, the stress of losing her husband of 38 years and having to deal with settling his affairs, along with having to get the house packed up while going through his things was taking a toll. Donna is a very upbeat extrovert and a people-pleaser; sometimes at the expense of her own well-being.<br />
Her beautiful daughter Kara is a socially anxious introvert who rarely, if ever, calls anyone on the phone.</div>
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7:49 a.m. the phone rings. I’m sleeping and I think it’s my alarm (not yet having the awareness to realize it’s my day off and the alarm isn’t set). I can’t find the snooze/off buttons, but it finally stops.</div>
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7:50 a.m. the phone rings again, and this time I realize it. It’s Kara.<br />
Why is Kara calling me?<br />
Something’s happened. Donna must have fallen or gotten hurt somehow.</div>
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I wish.</div>
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A nearly hysterical and obviously in shock woman whom I love like my own family informs me that her mom had passed away in her sleep.</div>
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No words. I must be dreaming. Kara calling? Donna dying? This can’t be real! Ed just passed 4 months ago almost to the day!</div>
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It’s real.</div>
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A woman who I once considered my best friend is gone. I feel terrible that I didn’t make more of an effort to stop by and say hi once in a while. In the course of my job, I practically pass right by her house every Thursday and Saturday. But I never stopped by. I didn’t want to make my days longer than they already are. I figured there would be plenty of time to get together.<br />
My heart is breaking right now, but not so much for me. As I said, our friendship had waned a bit in recent years.<br />
No, my heart breaks for Sean and especially Kara for getting a pile of shit dumped in their laps in the span of 4 months. Much like my cousin Jennifer and her mom Maureen, Kara and Donna were best friends. We always joked that Donna never “cut the cord.” This creates a huge void in Kara’s life. For the most part, they have been a part of each other’s day-to-day lives for Kara’s entire life.<br />
Now she is forced to embark on a new chapter in her life (a chapter which included Donna) without her best friend.</div>
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I miss Ed. I miss Donna.<br />
I also miss Sean, who moved out to Spokane 4 years ago. And I’m going to miss Kara, who left yesterday.<br />
I am so glad I stopped by and got to see her and give her a big hug before she left. That’s one less regret I’ll have.</div>
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And that’s really the whole point of this post.<br />
Don’t put off seeing friends and family if you can avoid it. Stay in touch, see each other, hug each other. Don’t assume there’s plenty of time.</div>
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Oh, and by the way, Sharon and I got married less than 16 months ago. It was a very small wedding at our house. Not counting children, there were less than 30 people that attended.<br />
4 of those people are no longer with us. Donna, at only 62, was the oldest of the 4.</div>
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Like that old soap opera said every day, “like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”</div>
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Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-62356150839697084012018-06-12T15:58:00.001-05:002018-06-12T17:15:54.419-05:00And then there were three<p dir="ltr">They say tragedy comes in threes. I sure hope that's limited to one set of three. Of course, the preference is that it's limited to zero, but in this case the three has already happened. <br />
Three weeks ago today we lost a good husband, father, friend in Ed Cook. <br />
Three days later it was my dear cousin Jennifer Kolax (Nichols). <br />
Today we're saying goodbye to one of Sharon's oldest and closest friends of nearly 50 years, <a href="https://leberlakeside.com/tribute/details/1374/Diane-Lounsbery/obituary.html">Diane Lounsbery</a>, who passed away on Saturday. She was 55.<br />
All three died of some form of cancer. <br />
In case I haven't said it enough already, fuck cancer. </p><br />
Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-9014968871857142362018-05-25T14:40:00.000-05:002018-05-27T13:17:56.117-05:00A dark weekAnd here it is, the inevitable and unfortunate follow-up to Tuesday's entry. <br>
My phone rang at 5:45 this morning and I saw it was my cousin. I knew right away what the call was about. My cousin Jennifer had passed away. Admittedly, this wasn't a shock like my friend Ed. As I mentioned the other day, this had been a long battle that took it's toll on her. From talking to my cousins, there seems to be a sense of relief with Jenn's passing that she is no longer suffering. <br>
I can't claim to have been terribly close with Jenn. Like many extended families, we pretty much had a "holidays and special occasions" relationship. Nevertheless, I loved her dearly, and she always made me feel loved by always greeting me with a big smile and hug and seeming so happy to see me. <br>
Having such an infrequent relationship, plus the fact that when the families did get together I tended to understandably socialize more with her brothers, I sadly don't have a surplus of memories with Jenn. But I did know her well enough to know that she was a super sweet girl with a huge heart, and everyone that became a part of her life loved her. <br>
I wish I could somehow share and ease the pain that her immediate family is going through. Having no siblings or kids, I can't even pretend to know what her parents or brothers are feeling right now. I can only imagine that it's a magnified version of the emptiness I felt when I lost my mom, but it's not the same. Jenn was only 46.<br>
And then there's Jenn's own family; her husband Ben (who just lost his wife on his birthday, by the way), and their two beautiful daughters, Sophie and Julia. I can't even fathom their emotion right now. I've heard that kids process and deal with death better than adults do. I don't know if that's true, but I hope it is. Ben and his girls are going to need each other's strength more than ever now. <br>
The one thing I know about the family is that they have always been emotionally strong, so I am confident that they will get through this (as they have been already during Jenn's struggle). It just saddens me that they even have to. 😢<br>
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I have been terribly saddened and my heart has been breaking this past week for family members, and dear friends that I consider family. <br>
First, I received word about a week ago that my young cousin Jennifer, who has been battling breast cancer for 6 years, was brought into hospice care. We knew it was inevitable, but it is a reality that we hoped we'd never face. While she is my cousin and I love her dearly, I can only imagine what her immediate family is going through. A husband, two young girls, two older brothers, a dad, and a mom with whom her relationship has always been as tight as a mother/daughter relationship could possibly be. She has been by Jenn's side more often than not during this long battle. Now she has to say goodbye to her baby. How can any parent be expected to do that? <br>
As if that news wasn't bad enough, three days later I found out that my friend Ed Cook had two strokes. After a series of tests it turned out that he had end stage cancer. Within days he was put in hospice care and he passed away very early Tuesday morning. He would have turned 62 this Saturday. I still can't believe how fast that happened. I can't believe he's gone. I'm really gonna miss the big lug. He was a big softy with a gruff exterior (think real life Ralph Kramden). He loved to act curmudgeonly around his family, but anyone that knew him knew that it was a facade. I spent a lot of years being very close to the Cook family, to the point where I did and still do consider them family. He used to always say that one day he was just going to disappear where no one would find him. For the twenty years I knew him he was saying that. He wasn't going anywhere. His family needed him, and he needed them. He loved Donna, his wife of 38 years, and while he might form a look of mock-disgust on his face to anyone who made that claim, he never denied it. I always said they were made for each other. <br>
He used to jokingly say that he hated kids (usually when they were being annoying and loud), but there was no hiding that he truly loved his. On Father's Day on facebook he would post pictures of his kids as his "pride and joy" and the reason he celebrates the day. <br>
He and his daughter Kara tended to lock horns, mainly because she is, as Donna would say, "picked right out of his ass," but I know from conversations we've had that he loved her and was proud of the woman she has become. <br>
He had a good relationship with his son Sean. From my perspective, Sean idolized his father, and from little league, to drumming, to bowling, to learning to cook, to growing into a responsible man and then becoming a father, Ed was indeed extremely proud of Sean. <br>
Then Olivia, his granddaughter, came along, and it was over, Johnny. The curmudgeon that was going to go out for the proverbial pack of cigarettes, the guy who "hates" kids, all gone. His profile picture, his background picture...all about Olivia. I saw him several months ago in Shop Rite of Rockaway (last time I saw him, in fact), and he was all about Olivia, and how he was looking forward to moving out to Spokane and having his family all together again. I'm actually kind of glad that the last time I saw him he had a positive outlook on life. Though in a way it makes this turn of events all the more sad.<br>
He always lived up to his last name. That is to say that he was a damn good cook (and he'd be the first to tell you that). I'll always think of him when I make chili, which he inspired me to learn to do. <br>
He was a good cook and a good Cook. I really am going to miss him. It truly is a dark day.<br>
Rest in peace, my friend. </p>
<p dir="ltr">To all my family and friends involved in these two sorrowful events, I am so sorry you all have to go through this. My heart is breaking and my thoughts and love go out to all of you. </p>
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This was Bill Maher's closing monologue on his Real Time show a few weeks ago.<br />
I agree with this 100%.<br />
As Americans, it is not a RIGHT to not be offended. Whatever happened to "sticks and stones...?"<br />
The coddling and cow-towing of special interest groups in this country has become sickening.<br />
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It's especially refreshing to see this view coming from a liberal. It's usually liberals that are the ones that are always trying to make sure no one's feelings get hurt.</div>
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I've always said that the difference between conservatives and liberals is that conservatives want to keep you from saying "fuck," while liberals want to keep you from saying "fuck you."</div>
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It should be noted that the lines in bold are my doing for personal emphasis.</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">THIS week, Robert De Niro made a joke about first ladies, and Newt Gingrich said it was “inexcusable and the president should apologize for him.” Of course, if something is “inexcusable,” an apology doesn’t make any difference, but then again, neither does Newt Gingrich.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Mr. De Niro was speaking at a fund-raiser with the first lady, Michelle Obama. Here’s the joke: “Callista Gingrich. Karen Santorum. Ann Romney. Now do you really think our country is ready for a white first lady?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The first lady’s press secretary declared the joke “inappropriate,” and Mr. De Niro said his remarks were “not meant to offend.” So, as these things go, even if the terrible damage can never be undone, at least the healing can begin. And we can move on to the next time we choose sides and pretend to be outraged about nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>When did we get it in our heads that we have the right to never hear anything we don’t like? </strong>In the last year, we’ve been shocked and appalled by the unbelievable insensitivity of Nike shoes, the Fighting Sioux, Hank Williams Jr., Cee Lo Green, Ashton Kutcher, Tracy Morgan, Don Imus, Kirk Cameron, Gilbert Gottfried, the Super Bowl halftime show and the ESPN guys who used the wrong cliché for Jeremy Lin after everyone else used all the others. Who can keep up?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">This week, President Obama’s chief political strategist, David Axelrod, described Mitt Romney’s constant advertising barrage in Illinois as a “Mittzkrieg,” and instantly the Republican Jewish Coalition was outraged and called out Mr. Axelrod’s “Holocaust and Nazi imagery” as “disturbing.” Because the message of “Mittzkrieg” was clear: Kill all the Jews. Then the coalition demanded not only that Mr. Axelrod apologize immediately but also that Representative Debbie Wasserman Schultz “publicly rebuke” him. For a pun! For punning against humanity!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The right side of America is mad at President Obama because he hugged Derrick Bell, a law professor who believed we live in a racist country, 22 years ago; the left side of America is mad at Rush Limbaugh for seemingly proving him right.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">If it weren’t for throwing conniption fits, we wouldn’t get any exercise at all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I have a better idea. Let’s have an amnesty — from the left and the right — on every made-up, fake, totally insincere, playacted hurt, insult, slight and affront. Let’s make this Sunday the National Day of No Outrage. One day a year when you will not find some tiny thing someone did or said and pretend you can barely continue functioning until they apologize.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">If that doesn’t work, what about this: <strong>If you see or hear something you don’t like in the media, just go on with your life. Turn the page or flip the dial or pick up your roll of quarters and leave the booth.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The answer to whenever another human being annoys you is not “make them go away forever.” We need to learn to coexist, and it’s actually pretty easy to do. For example, I find Rush Limbaugh obnoxious, but I’ve been able to coexist comfortably with him for 20 years by using this simple method: I never listen to his program. The only time I hear him is when I’m at a stoplight next to a pickup truck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">When the lady at Costco gives you a free sample of its new ham pudding and you don’t like it, you spit it into a napkin and keep shopping. You don’t declare a holy war on ham.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>I don’t want to live in a country where no one ever says anything that offends anyone.</strong> That’s why we have Canada. That’s not us. If we sand down our rough edges and drain all the color, emotion and spontaneity out of our discourse, we’ll end up with political candidates who never say anything but the safest, blandest, emptiest, most unctuous focus-grouped platitudes and cant. In other words, we’ll get Mitt Romney.</span></div>
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</div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-91242571210910724362012-01-12T21:38:00.001-05:002012-01-25T22:03:38.955-05:00THERE'S A NATIONAL ATM CARD CENTER?<div class="posterous_autopost">
G<span style="font-size: small;">otta love these emails that try to get you to divulge personal info and get money out of you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The sad part is that some people actually fall for these things.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">My favorite part is the "Note:" at the bottom. ;-)</span><br />
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Federal Bureau of Investigation<br />
Counter-terrorism Division and Cyber Crime Division<br />
J. Edgar. Hoover Building Washington DC.<br />
Attention Beneficiary,<br />Records show that you are among one of the individuals and organizations who are yet to receive their overdue payment from overseas which includes those of Lottery/Gambling, Contract and Inheritance. Through our Fraud Monitory Unit we have also noticed that over the past you have been transacting with some imposters and fraudsters who have been impersonating the likes of Prof. Soludo/Mr.Lamido Sanusi of the Central Bank Of Nigeria, Mr. Patrick Aziza, Bode Williams, Frank, Anderson, none officials of Oceanic Bank, Zenith Banks, Kelvin Young of HSBC, Ben of FedEx, Ibrahim Sule, Dr. Usman Shamsuddeen and some imposters claiming to be The Federal Bureau of Investigation.<br />
The Cyber Crime Division of the FBI gathered information from the Internet Fraud Complaint Center (IFCC) formerly known as the Internet Fraud Complaint Center (IFCC) of how some people have lost outrageous sums of money to these impostors. As a result of this we hereby advise you to stop communication with any one not referred to you by us.We have negotiated with the Federal Ministry of Finance that your payment totaling $2,000,000.00 will be released to you via a custom pin based ATM card with a maximum withdrawal limit of $15,000 a day which is powered by Visa Card and can be used anywhere in the world were you see a Visa Card Logo on the Automatic Teller Machine (ATM). We have advised that this should be the only way at which you are to receive your payment because it?s more guaranteed, since over $5 billion was lost on fake check last year 2011.<br />
We guarantee 100% receipt of your payment, because we have perfected everything in regards to the release of your $2 million United States Dollars to be 100% risk free and free from any hitches as it?s our duty to protect citizens of the United States of America and also Asia and Europe. (This is as a result of the mandate from US Government to make sure all debts owed to citizens of American and also Asia and Europe which includes Inheritance, Contract, Gambling/Lottery etc are been cleared for the betterment of the current economic status of the nation and its citizens as he has always believed ?Our Time for Change has come? because ?Change can happen?).Below are few list of tracking numbers you can track from UPS website to confirm people like you who have received their payment successfully.<br />
Name :William quiring<br />UPS Tracking Number: H8444456084 (<a href="http://wwwapps.ups.com/WebTracking/track" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://wwwapps.ups.com/WebTracking/track</a>)<br />..................................................................................................<br />Name: charles dick<br />UPS Tracking Number:H8444456084 (<a href="http://wwwapps.ups.com/WebTracking/track" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://wwwapps.ups.com/WebTracking/track</a>)<br />...................................................................................................<br />
To redeem your fund you are hereby advised to contact the ATM Card Center via email for their requirement to proceed and procure your Approval of Payment Warrant and Endorsement of your ATM Release Order on your behalf which will cost you $297.00 only nothing more and no hidden fees as everything else has been taken cared of by the Federal Government including taxes, custom paper and clearance duty so all you will ever need to pay is $297.00 only.<br />
Contact Information<br />Name: Mr.Samuel Carlton<br />Email: <a href="mailto:atmdept73@aol.com" style="color: #1155cc;">atmdept73@aol.com</a><br /><a href="" style="color: #1155cc;">+2347081276815</a><br />
Do contact Mr.Samuel Carlton of the ATM Card Center via his contact details above and furnish him with your details as listed below:<br />Your full Name:....................................................................................<br />Home/Cell Phone:.................................................................................<br />Occupation:...........................................................................................<br />Age:.......................................................................................................<br />Your Address (where you will like your ATM CARD to be sent to):.........<br />
On contacting him with your details your files would be updated and he will be sending you the payment information in which you will use in making payment of $297.00 via Western Union Money Transfer for the procurement of your Approval of Payment Warrant and Endorsement of your ATM Release Order. After which the delivery of your ATM card will be effected to your designated home address without any further delay, extra fee or any authority raising eyebrow.Upon receipt of payment the delivery officer will ensure that your package is sent within 48 working hours. Because we are so sure of everything we are giving you a 100% money back guarantee if you do not receive your ATM CARD Shipment Confirmation within the next 48hrs after you have made the payment.Once again we are so sure of you receiving your payment at no any other cost as we have taking it upon our duty to monitor everything in other to cub cyber crime that is perpetrated by those imposters.<br />
ROBERT S. MUELLER,<br />DIRECTOR<br />FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION<br />UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE<br />WASHINGTON, D.C. 20535<br />
<br />Note: Disregard any email you get from any impostors or offices claiming to be in possession of your ATM card, you are hereby advice only to be in contact with Mr.Samuel Carlton of the ATM card center who is the rightful person to deal with in regards to your payment and forward any emails you get from impostors to this office so we could act upon it immediately. Help stop cyber crime</div>
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</div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-20888896586971119272011-12-17T14:28:00.001-05:002011-12-17T14:28:04.487-05:00Yes, but can it core a apple?<div class='posterous_autopost'>I was just in a Shop Rite checking out, and as the cashier was taking the money from the guy ahead of me for his order, he offered to give her a quarter in addition to the bills he had already given her. I believe the amount of the order was something-dollars and 23 cents. <br />Well, since she had already entered the amount of the bills into the computerized register, after momentarily looking like a deer in headlights, she told him that it was not possible because she had already entered the amount of the paper money.<br />I found it quite disturbing that we now live in a society where a teenager cannot comprehend giving back 2 cents and one more dollar than the computer says rather than the 77 cents originally calculated by a soulless machine.<br />Whether she thought it would screw up her register or that she simply was incapable of figuring it out is irrelevant (I'm guessing it was both). It just goes to show that youth today has come to rely too heavily on automation. They no longer have the basic skills that most of us learned at a very young age.<br />Remember years ago? Before the computer age? The three very basic skills we were taught were reading, writing, and arithmetic. Somewhere along the way we dropped two of those primordial elements of our life. The penmanship of most of the kids I've seen lately is absolutely atrocious, and they don't know basic math.<br />On a related note, I was floored to discover that many kids today do not know how to tell time on an analog clock! Are you kidding me? <br />Look, I understand that we've made great strides in technology, but does that justify an evolution towards complete dependence on it? Shouldn't we still be raising kids with the basic skills to be self-functioning in the event there's ever a situation where there are no machines to function for them? <br />Make no mistake, I am not one of those stubborn old fools that is resistant to change and advances in technology. In fact, I take advantage of it to the fullest. I am composing and posting this from a small computer/phone/media player/camera/video recorder/etc., while sitting in my car.<br />But here's the thing...if I didn't have this little device, I am capable of picking up a pen and paper and writing all this down in either legible printing or script (another thing that seems to have gone by the wayside). <br />I can also figure out taxes, tips and change without the use of any mechanical device. Hell, when I was in college, I worked as a cashier on a manual cash register where I had to add the tax myself. With the tax rate being 5% at the time, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out tax; but it's a basic math skill you'd be hard pressed to find in todays youth.<p>So, to paraphrase the question asked by Ed Norton to chef of the future Ralph Kramden, with all these fancy new fangled technological advances, can it core a apple? <br />Simple.</p></div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-70967072846337417682011-11-09T10:21:00.001-05:002011-11-09T10:21:21.693-05:0045 Life Lessons (and 5 to grow on)<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>This has been going around email circles for almost 10 years now, and seems it's making the rounds again.</p> <p>Written by Regina Brett who, contrary to the email's claim that she is 90, is actually 55 years old.</p> <p>This is some really awesome yet simple advice.</p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color: #444e5c; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">Originally published in The Plain Dealer on Sunday, May 28, 2006</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;"><img src="http://www.cleveland.com/images/news/columnist_regina_brett.gif" align="right" alt="" style="vertical-align: bottom; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" />To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolls over to 50 this week, so here's an update:</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">5. Pay off your credit cards every month.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">22. Overprepare, then go with the flow.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">24. The most important sex organ is the brain.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">27. Always choose life.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">28. Forgive everyone everything.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">29. What other people think of you is none of your business.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">32. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">33. Believe in miracles.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">35. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">36. Growing old beats the alternative - dying young.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">37. Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">38. Read the Psalms. They cover every human emotion.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">41. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">42. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">43. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">44. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">45. The best is yet to come.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">46. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">47. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">48. If you don't ask, you don't get.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">49. Yield.</p> <p style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 17px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.55em; margin: 0px;">50. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.</p> </span></p></div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-38712291600562425182011-11-08T12:21:00.003-05:002012-01-25T22:05:08.494-05:00Christmas 2011 -- Birth of a New Tradition<div class="posterous_autopost">
Just received this in email and found it thought provoking:<br />
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As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced<br />
goods -- merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor.</div>
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This year will be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift-giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands.</div>
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Yes there is!</div>
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It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper?</div>
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Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber?</div>
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Gym membership? It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement.</div>
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Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.</div>
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Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the Benjamins on a Chinese made flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.</div>
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There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Remember, folks this isn't about big national chains -- this is about supporting<br />
your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.</div>
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How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy?<br />
Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom?</div>
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Mom would <em>love</em> the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.</div>
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My computer could use a tune-up, and I <em>know</em> I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.</div>
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OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.</div>
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Plan your holiday outings at local, owner-operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip. And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theater.</div>
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Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.</div>
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Honestly, people, do you <em>really</em> need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of light, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.</div>
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You see, Christmas is no longer about draining American pockets so that China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about caring<br />
about US, encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn't imagine.<br />
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THIS is the new American Christmas tradition.<br />
This is a revolution of caring about each other, and isn't that what Christmas is about? </div>
</div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-64503711798364239552011-10-18T12:46:00.000-05:002011-10-19T12:48:21.238-05:00An End Of An Era<div class='posterous_autopost'>Sad news, and all the more reason to not miss this one.<br />
I am glad that they're not letting it just fade away on this past year's cancellation.<p>Official NEARfest Press Release October 17, 2011</p><p>NEARFEST APOCALYPSE TO BE FINAL EDITION OF FESTIVAL</p><p>In 1999, the North East Art Rock Festival was started as an effort to return progressive rock music to the area where it thrived back in its heyday. In the 1970s, the Philadelphia area was a well-known hotbed of fandom for the brand of rock music featuring exemplary virtuosity. With the re-emergence of progressive music worldwide in the early `90s, festivals became a novel way to feature both new bands and re-invigorate some from the past. A few festivals had come before, namely ProgFest (CA), the ever-present ProgDay (NC), BajaProg (Mexico), and the short-lived ProgScape (MD), plus several after, but none have taken on the notoriety NEARfest had achieved. In just a few short years, NEARfest became the "most prestigious progressive rock festival in the world" and has remained so for over 12 years.</p><p>From its inception, NEARfest has strived to merge extraordinary bands from the global Prog Rock underground and the devoted community of eclectic music fans on this side of the pond. It was felt that otherwise, never would the two meet, especially en masse. This emotional combination of musical dedication has produced many a weekend of musical bliss. Ask any former attendee of the festival and you will get a different list of highlights from years past, which is validation in itself of NEARfest's dedication to a diverse lineup of Prog Rock subgenres. Favorites will range from Camel and Keith Emerson to Sleepytime Gorilla Museum and Miriodor; from Steve Hackett and Banco to Echolyn and Hidria Spacefolk; from Magma and Univers Zero to Kenso and Kraan; from Eddie Jobson and Three Friends to Cabezas de Cera and Beardfish; from Porcupine Tree and PFM to Anekdoten and Änglagård. And that's only a fraction of the over 120 bands that have performed at NEARfest to date.</p><p>And now, the time has come to complete the cycle.</p><p>2012 will mark the final edition of the North East Art Rock Festival. NEARfest has always employed a model, for right or wrong, where lineups were typically anchored by legends of the greater genre and featured a plethora of world-class bands spanning the broad range of subgenres. Part of the success of NEARfest and its rapid sellouts was its ability to attract legendary progressive bands that had played only infrequently, if ever, on the East Coast of the United States. As time has marched inexorably, it started to become clear that this headliner-centric model would not be sustainable indefinitely. Too much of a change in the model and those dedicated to attending and supporting the festival may feel that it is no longer in the spirit of NEARfest itself. Therefore, we have decided to retain the marriage of our successful model to our NEARfest brand name.</p><p>After the unfortunate events leading to the cancellation of NEARfest 2011, we could not allow the legacy of NEARfest to end with a dark and empty stage. The festival has meant too much to too many, including us, to just disappear without at least making an attempt at a joyous swan song. Therefore, since the spring of 2011, the three of us have been conspiring to put together a final NEARfest, one true to its roots and special to its faithful. We are happy to say that this will indeed happen.</p><p>NEARfest Apocalypse will be held over the weekend of June 22nd, 23rd, and 24th, 2012 at its rightful home, the Zoellner Arts Center at Lehigh University in beautiful Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. This will be a true celebration of progressive rock music as well as a "raising of the glass" to everyone who has made NEARfest so special to so many of us over the last 13 years, including our outstanding crew and production team, the wonderful staff at Zoellner, and everyone who has ever bought a ticket to NEARfest. There are plans for activities beyond the norm for the weekend, which will be detailed as the festival draws closer. For now though, we can tell you that both Roger Dean and Mark Wilkinson will be involved in the artwork for this final special event. We will also do our best to make sure that both of these fine gentlemen are in attendance.</p><p>In the coming weeks, we will announce the entire NEARfest Apocalypse lineup live on the air on the Gagliarchives radio program. The exact air date will be determined shortly and announced online NEARfest.com, our Yahoo mailing list, Facebook, Twitter, and Progressive Ears. Stay tuned!</p><p>We sincerely hope that you will join us for the final chapter of NEARfest. After all, the world ends in December 2012 anyway, right?</p><p>Most humbly, Chad Hutchinson Rob LaDuca Kevin Feeley</p><p>Links: NEARfest Website, <a href="http://www.nearfest.com">http://www.nearfest.com</a></p></div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-46094275053245572962011-09-11T16:53:00.001-05:002011-09-11T18:12:45.163-05:00Forever in our hearts and minds<div><p>It was an absolutely gorgeous Tuesday morning. Try to imagine a perfect day in your mind, and that was it. I was working for the Kraft Pizza Company; running my usual route in my truck driving on Rt 206 South in Hillsborough, NJ en route to the Shop Rite of Montgomery. Howard Stern was on the truck's radio, the first of a trio of daily radio shows I listened to, with the Radio Chick and Opie & Anthony to follow, respectively.<br>
Howard was talking about Anna Nicole Smith when news came in that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. Thinking it was some sort of errant bi-plane and as yet unconfirmed, it was quickly dismissed in favor of resuming the talk about the blonde with the big boobs. <br>
Shortly thereafter, the news came in that a second plane hit the towers and Howard immediately said, "We're under attack."<br>
It wasn't very long after that that the towers that dominated the NY skyline for 30 of my 38 years collapsed, forever to be a memory.<br>
It was at that point that I started to feel a sense of being violated that quickly turned into anger and sorrow. I didn't know anyone at the towers, nor did I know anyone (closely) that lost someone there. Nevertheless, I felt that sense of violation that you feel when your car or home gets broken into, but obviously on a much grander scale. EVERYONE in the country knows this feeling. A feeling of helplessness and ensuing fantasies of hurting those responsible.<br>
In the weeks that followed, we experienced an unprecedented (in modern times) sense of solidarity and patriotism. Any civil unrest based in race, religion, or politics was put on hold. It was US against them. There were no sides within our borders (save for the ignorance-based backlash towards anyone from the Middle East). The accessories common among everyone were American flags and FDNY hats and shirts.<br>
As was to be expected, the car flags soon tattered and were not replaced. The FDNY hats once again became exclusive to very few other than actual fire fighters.<br>
This is of little relevance. What matters is that most of us hold in our hearts and minds the true sense of unity and loss of that day. 2,977 deaths in 102 minutes. 9/11/01.<br>
Never forget.<br>
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</div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0Spruce Hills Condominium Association, 100 Spruce Hills Drive, Glen Gardner, NJ, United States40.701803 -74.947055tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-37025613900090601332011-08-21T15:29:00.002-05:002011-08-21T15:32:11.169-05:00The Tubes at Havana New HopeSo I saw one of my favorite bands from the 80's last night at a club called Havana in New Hope, PA last night.<br />
It was only my 4th or 5th time seeing them, and one time was at a small bar about 20 years ago without Fee, so I don't even count that one. I first saw them on the Pier in NYC for their 1983 Outside Inside tour (same tour that was broadcast on MTV for their Saturday Night Concerts series if I recall), and again a couple times on the 1985 Love Bomb tour.<br />
One thing I've always said about the Tubes is that they put on the best show of any band I've ever seen. That opinion has not changed (although Zappa was a very close second). Keep in mind that my idea of a good show is not only the music and musicianship, but also the visuals and overall energy of the performers.<br />
Last night, the Tubes proved to me that a bunch of 60 year old guys can still put on a fantastic show filled with energy to rival bands half their age. As far as theatrics go, the limited size of the bar stage did not keep Fee from changing costumes to act out various classics from their vast repertoire. Another important thing to note is that unlike many other bands well past their heyday, Fee's voice is still relatively intact with only slight noticeable degradation. By contrast, lead singers like Ian Anderson and Steve Walsh (of Jethro Tull and Kansas, respectively) don't even sound like the same person they once were.<br />
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As far as last night's show goes, it was a show for their devoted fans. Either that or a show aimed at forcing casual fans to realize that there was The Tubes before MTV. Anyone who went to see She's A Beauty and Talk To Ya Later had to stay for the entire show, and even then would find that these "hits" were two of only three tunes performed from their 1980's output. The remainder of the set was all from their 70's pre-MTV days.<br />
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While I didn't write down the setlist, here is what they performed, sorted by original release:<br />
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From 1975's debut The Tubes:<br />
Haloes<br />
Mondo Bondage<br />
What Do You Want From Life?<br />
White Punks On Dope<br />
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From 1976's Young And Rich:<br />
Brighter Day<br />
Pimp<br />
Slipped My Disco<br />
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From 1977's Now:<br />
Smoke<br />
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From 1979's Remote Control:<br />
Turn Me On<br />
Getoverture<br />
Telecide<br />
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From 1981's Completion Backward Principle:<br />
Talk To Ya Later<br />
Don't Want To Wait Anymore<br />
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From 1983's Outside Inside:<br />
She's A Beauty<br />
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They also performed two cover tunes; a very soulful rendition of James Brown's It's A Man's Man's Man's World, as well as Jimi Hendrix's Third Stone From The Sun.<br />
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Overall it was a thoroughly enjoyable show, and I would not hesitate to see them again. As I said, for a bunch of 60 year olds, they've still got it.<br />
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I took a handful of crappy cell phone pics, which can be viewed <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/clark.m.s/TubesHavanaNewHope?authuser=0&feat=directlink">here</a>.Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com1New Hope, PA, USA40.364272799999988 -74.951278540.352464299999987 -74.963007 40.376081299999989 -74.93955tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-67961175402366638452011-07-19T18:24:00.000-05:002011-07-19T18:24:19.841-05:00Google+ Gets a Leg Up on Facebook - NYTimes.com<div><div>I'm liking Google+ a bit more every day.</div><div>If you already use most Google services (especially Picasa), and an Android phone, this is a no-brainer.</div><div><br /></div><div>If anyone wants an invite, email me and let me know!</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/14/technology/personaltech/google-gets-a-leg-up-on-facebook.html?_r=1&nl=technology&emc=cta1">Google+ Gets a Leg Up on Facebook - NYTimes.com</a>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-85397172691441232622011-06-29T16:34:00.000-05:002011-06-29T16:34:30.383-05:00This Is What It's Like to Actually Use Google+, Google's New Social Network<div>Looks like Google is (again) throwing their hat into the social networking ring.</div><div>First there was the twitter-like Google Buzz, and now there's the facebook-like Google+.</div><div>In my opinion, much like Buzz to Twitter, I don't think this is going to be a threat to facebook. </div><div>The problem I see is that while anyone can use the various Google services, they cater mostly to dedicated Google/Gmail users. And while the number of Google/Gmail/Android users is surely growing, it is still not a big enough demo to compete with...well...everyone. Perhaps if EVERYONE who uses Gmail completely abandoned facebook in favor of Google+, then maybe it would have a chance at a hostile takeover. But I don't see that happening. If Google Groups (remember them?) didn't even become a blip on the screen of Yahoo Groups' radar, what chance does Google+ have against a behemoth like facebook?</div><div>Personally, I hope I'm wrong, as I happen to be one who is all in with Google. I frequently use gmail, google calendar, picasa, youtube, an android phone, google maps, google voice, and of course blogger. I would welcome a facebook-like interface that is seamlessly integrated with the rest of my e-life.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Time will tell.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Anyway, check it out:</div><div><br />
</div><a href="http://lifehacker.com/5816789/this-is-what-its-like-to-actually-use-google%252B-googles-new-social-network">This Is What It's Like to Actually Use Google+, Google's New Social Network</a>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-17542424421285561222011-06-27T18:26:00.000-05:002011-06-27T18:26:31.588-05:00Restoring a positive mental attitudeDue to the fact that I recently got out of a situation where I was often berated and belittled, I've decided to leave the past behind me and focus on practicing a very positive outlook in my everyday life rather than let negative feelings consume me. Those of you who know me on facebook and twitter have surely noticed my posts of positive thoughts and just a general PMA. I've since noticed positive changes in myself as well as my surroundings. Things don't bother me like they once did. I see the good in people and the world again. I've even become a very calm and tolerant driver (those who know me know that this is huge). I've restored a self-confidence that a recently-removed-from-my-life individual constantly tried to demolish. In fact, after some reading and a lot of reflection, I now know that it is the person that does the berating and belittling that is the one that is sadly insecure. Positive and confident people do not put down others; it just doesn't happen. It is for that very reason that I choose to not waste energy on grudges and ill feelings. In fact, quite the opposite. I actually feel bad for this individual and hope that they can find inner peace. I have nothing but love and positive memories of them.<br />
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Anyway, I've been receiving emails from positive life coaches, and this is one I received today that I wanted to share because I feel it is very poignant and very simple.<br />
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<div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i><b>There is this puzzle in most Western (and some Eastern) societies<br />
that is really confusing. See if you can figure it out - we'll use the<br />
United States as an example.<br />
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40 years ago...</b></i></div><ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>The average house was 1000 sq feet, now it's 2422 sq feet</b></i></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>A McDonald's cheeseburger cost 30 min of wages, now it costs 3 min</b></i></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>There was 1 car for every 2 households, now there are 2 for every 1 household</b></i></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>Life expectancy has since gone up by an average of 8 years</b></i></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>GDP has since tripled or gone up 8.9 trillion dollars</b></i></li>
</ul><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i><b>So we live in bigger homes, make more money, and have longer lives.<br />
If that is the case, how can we explain that in the last 40 years:</b></i></div><ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>The divorce rate has doubled</b></i></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>Teen suicide has tripled</b></i></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>Recorded violent crime has quadrupled</b></i></li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;"><i><b>And Depression has increased 10x - that's right ten times.</b></i></li>
</ul><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i><b>If things are getting better, why are people getting worse? There isn't a<br />
one line answer to this paradox, but I'm going to offer a two part theory:<br />
(1) We have been focusing on the wrong things to make us happy; and<br />
(2) When something is wrong (anxiety, panic, depression) we only practice<br />
reducing the negative feelings - we ignore increasing the positive.<br />
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Guess what? Happiness doesn't come from just reducing negative feelings.<br />
In other words, if everything "bad" in your life were wiped away, you would<br />
not automatically be incredibly happy. To live a joyous, fulfilled, and<br />
meaningful life, you need to practice positivity. Yes, happiness takes practice.<br />
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One simple practice you can start with is called savoring. If you rush around<br />
all day long from the moment you get up to the moment you hit the pillow, you<br />
are probably not taking time to savor. Slow down and savor the good stuff.<br />
Savoring has been scientifically researched to increase your well-being. Try<br />
the exercise below.<br />
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Exercise: According to researcher, Fred Bryant, there are 4 effective<br />
ways to savor:<br />
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Basking: Receiving praise and congratulations<br />
Thanksgiving: Experiencing and expressing gratitude<br />
Marveling: Losing yourself in the wonder of the experience<br />
Luxuriating: Engaging in the senses fully<br />
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My request of you is that you pick one of these 4 techniques and sit<br />
down to savor right now. Sit down for 5 minutes (if you're busy,<br />
even 2 minutes will do). Think about one pleasant thing that happened<br />
today (smell, touch, sight, sound, experience) and close your eyes and<br />
enjoy it. Reminisce about what you loved about it.<br />
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As humans we are great at doing and moving and pushing through to<br />
the next goal; but we need to also focus on enjoying, savoring, and<br />
just "being". Remember, happiness takes practice, so make it part of<br />
your day.<br />
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Love & Light,<br />
<br />
Amelie Chance<br />
Certified Coach of Positive Psychology</b></i></div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com1Glen Gardner, NJ, USA40.700243721552269 -74.94986810037232840.687848221552272 -74.963210600372321 40.712639221552266 -74.936525600372335tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-62830082409474992062011-06-09T13:50:00.001-05:002011-06-09T14:04:11.237-05:00An unknown (?) feature for AT&T wireless customersA few weeks ago I was checking out my AT&T wireless account online, and I noticed a new feature that I had never seen before, and one that AT&T certainly did not email me to tell me about, and one that was not automatically enabled. I had to enable it.<br />
Like most people, I have unlimited messaging ($20 for most people on the big two networks I believe), and what was newly listed right above this feature was "Unlimited messaging with Mobile to ANY Mobile calling."<br />
The price? $20. That's right. Basically throwing in mobile to ANY mobile minutes for free.<br />
Now, I figured there had to be a catch. I mean, why wouldn't AT&T advertise this? Wouldn't they want to boast something that their arch rival does not offer (to my knowledge VZW does not yet offer this)? VZW still offers unlimited data (though not for long I suspect) whereas AT&T does not. So it would seem that AT&T would want to have something unique to their service to brag about. At the very least enable the feature automatically and let their existing subscribers know about it. Sort of a "Hey, look what we gave you...aren't we awesome?"<br />
Well, I'm here to tell you that there is no catch. Since changing that feature, my bill has not changed, and no mobile minutes whatsoever are counting towards my peak minutes. Between this feature and my A-List (Friends & Family on VZW), I'm barely using any minutes at all every month.<br />
Okay, well maybe there is a "catch" of sorts (if you want to call it that). I have the 900 minute plan, and that is the minimum you need in order to have the option of the A-list (VZW has the same requirement for F&F). I'm not sure if the same holds true for the Mobile to ANY Mobile feature, but it wouldn't surprise me if it does.<br />
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Anyway, if you're on AT&T wireless, I would suggest you go check out your account online and grab this feature if it's available to you. If you're like me, you know a lot of people on Verizon that you'll now be able to talk to unlimited. Even if you already have a couple of VZW customers on your A-list, you'll now be able to remove them and free up some of those 5 slots for more landline numbers. :-)Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0Glen Gardner, NJ 08826, USA40.700466 -74.949965000000028.0735139999999959 -134.71559000000002 73.327418 -15.18434000000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-48788624710068853972011-04-29T19:17:00.000-05:002015-07-25T20:49:43.837-05:00Still amazed by technology.When I was a kid, we had to rely on AM radio to hear the latest hits. If we heard a song we liked, we had to hope we heard it again when we had our tape recorder ready, and even then we had to be quick to not lose more than the first 10 or 15 seconds of the song before pressing the PLAY/REC buttons at the same time and holding the mono recorder up to the tinny radio. Even when FM radio started playing AOR, the technology wasn't much better. If you had affluent parents, you may have had a tape deck attached to a stereo receiver, or at the very least an all-in-one system. But even then, the process was the same, only you at least got a better quality recording. Oh, and even if you liked a song, the DJ didn't always announce the name of the song or group.<br />
Of course, you could go out and buy the single 45rpm or even the whole album. You did have to be sure to save your allowance or your paper route money (yes, kids had paper routes) so you could maybe buy one album every week or so.<br />
Then there was the issue of listening to your music outside of your house (did I mention that we actually left our homes and went outside?). This was a dilemma in and of itself. There were no iPods. Even the Sony Walkman didn't come out until I was 16, and again, it wasn't something that every Tom, Dick, and Harry could afford.<br />
Hell, I didn't even start buying albums with any regularity until I was 16.<br />
Anyway, in order to listen to music outside, you had to be lucky enough to have a portable cassette player (mono of course), or a transistor radio, or if you could afford it, a boombox. You had to carry this clunky thing around, and if you wanted to hear it while you played stick ball or something, you had to turn it up to the point where it was barely audible distortion. And as for mobility, I used to figure out ways to tie the radio to my bike's handlebars. It certainly wasn't fitting in my pocket.<br />
Keep in mind that all of this was going on while we were outside with no form of communication (we couldn't bring our rotary or touch-tone phone from home you know), no way for our parents to get in touch with us, and no connection to anyone that we weren't actually with at the time.<br />
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Fast forward 40 years. Yesterday I'm watching American Idol (basically the Gong Show with less funny judges and host, but a more serious purpose) on a 20 minute recorded delay, in high definition surround sound, on a 52" flat screen TV, and a commercial for the new Mustang comes on, which has a song I think sounds pretty cool.<br />
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Do I hope I hear it again so I can get my tape recorder ready? Of course not.<br />
I simply pick up a small thin device that sits in the palm of my hand that I can occasionally make phone calls with, I tap a few spots on the screen to open an app (what the hell is an app?) called <a href="http://www.soundhound.com/">SoundHound</a>. I touch a big gold button on the screen after rewinding the commercial (rewinding TV? That's crazy!), and in literally 3 seconds I know that the aurally appealing song is '<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Light-Of-The-Morning/dp/B0026E291Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1304120577&sr=8-1">Light Of The Morning</a>' by <a href="http://www.bandofskulls.com/">Band of Skulls</a> from the album <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0026E290M/ref=dm_sp_alb?ie=UTF8&qid=1304120577&sr=8-1">Baby Darling Doll Face Honey</a>.<br />
But wait....now I know the song. I still have to record it somehow, or go out and buy it, no?<br />
Don't be silly. From the same page on the device that gave me this information, I tap a button that says "Buy", and it takes me to the Amazon MP3 site (Amazon? MP3? site? Huh?) where I'm automatically logged into my account (an account eh? Fancy man are ya?), I click on "Download" (okay, now you're blowing my mind), and in a few seconds I have the song on my phone which, in addition to being able to browse the web (what, like a spider?), also happens to play and store music. Of course, I could have opted to stream it from the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/dmusic/mp3/player">Amazon Cloud Player</a> instead of downloading it (okay, now I know you're nuts. How do you play a cloud from a stream?)<br />
Did I mention that before buying the song, I first clicked on the name of the song on my strange little device and watched this video?<br />
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The funny thing is, we are so connected today, that we take it for granted. How often do we stop and think how far we've come in the last 30 years? Can you imagine if we left our smartphones at home for a day or two? For some people, that would be like asking them to leave their lungs at home.Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-70996892389011898232011-04-27T19:02:00.000-05:002011-04-27T19:02:59.428-05:00HE THINKS, SHE THINKSA friend of mine emailed this. So amazingly accurate that I want to share it here. Gotta love Dave Barry; I even miss the TV sitcom about him. :-)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #773f9c; font-size: 14pt; text-transform: uppercase;">HE THINKS, SHE THINKS</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">by Dave Barry, from <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Dave%20Barry%27s%20Complete%20Guide%20to%20Guys&tag=misscellania-20&index=books&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325" style="color: #114170;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #6d10bf;">Dave Barry's Complete Guide to Guys</span></a></i></span><i><span style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;"><img alt="Description: Description: http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=misscellania-20&l=ur2&o=1" border="0" height="1" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=64ac858300&view=att&th=12f987cb22351264&attid=0.1&disp=emb&zw" width="1" /></span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: ''Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?''</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Roger is thinking: . . . so that means it was . . . let's see . . February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means . . . lemme check the odometer . . . Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Elaine is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed -- even before I sensed it -- that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Roger is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90- day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumballs.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Elaine is thinking: maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their ......</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''Roger,'' Elaine says aloud.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''What?'' says Roger, startled.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''Please don't torture yourself like this,'' she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. ''Maybe I should never have . . Oh, I feel so......''</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">(She breaks down, sobbing.)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''What?'' says Roger.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''I'm such a fool,'' Elaine sobs. ''I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse.''</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''There's no horse?'' says Roger.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''You think I'm a fool, don't you?'' Elaine says.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''No!'' says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''It's just that . . . It's that I . . . I need some time,'' Elaine says.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''Yes,'' he says.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">(Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?'' she says.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">'What way?'' says Roger.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">"That way about time,'' says Elaine.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''Oh,'' says Roger. ''Yes.''</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">(Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''Thank you, Roger,'' she says.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">''Thank you,'' says Roger.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say:</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"></span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f6f6f6; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 21.6pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #060606; font-family: Georgia, serif;">"Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?''</span></div></div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-38286192286726991822011-04-26T18:13:00.000-05:002011-04-26T18:13:42.353-05:00Things To Remember<div style="text-align: center;">A family member gave me a small plaque for my birthday a few years ago that had some of this on it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It means a lot to me because I realized that about 80% of it I had already been heeding for most of my adult life. I happened to look at it this morning and felt compelled to share it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="24 Things to Remember" src="http://www.appleseeds.org/24_title.gif" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: maroon;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: 'Marking Pen'; font-size: medium;">Collin McCarty</span></div><hr color="#800000" /><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 20px;"><span style="font-family: 'Marking Pen'; font-size: large;">Your presence is a present to the world.<br />
You're unique and one of a kind.<br />
Your life can be what you want it to be.<br />
Take the days just one at a time.<br />
Count your blessings, not your troubles.<br />
You'll make it through whatever comes along.<br />
Within you are so many answers.<br />
Understand, have courage, be strong.<br />
Don't put limits on yourself.<br />
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.<br />
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.<br />
Reach for your peak, your goal, your prize.<br />
Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.<br />
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.<br />
Don't take things too seriously.<br />
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.<br />
Remember that a little love goes a long way…<br />
Remember that a lot…goes forever.<br />
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.<br />
Life's treasures are people…together.<br />
Realize that it's never too late.<br />
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.<br />
Have health and hope and happiness.<br />
Take time to wish upon a star.<br />
And don't ever forget…for even a day…<br />
How very special you are.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Marking Pen'; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-85659212508597490852011-04-10T07:39:00.000-05:002011-04-10T07:39:34.218-05:00Amazon’s Cloud Player Provides Music From Everywhere - NYTimes.com<div>The fact that Amazon is often cheaper than iTunes, coupled with the fact that any purchases get stored on their servers for free, and are accessible from anywhere you have a data connection, would make me choose Amazon over iTunes any day.</div><div>Oh, and that Amazon plays nice with iTunes software (i.e. downloads automatically import into iTunes) doesn't hurt either.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/31/technology/personaltech/31pogue.html?_r=1&ref=personaltechemail&nl=technology&emc=cta1">Amazon’s Cloud Player Provides Music From Everywhere - NYTimes.com</a>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-29743198588299235252010-12-30T15:38:00.001-05:002010-12-30T15:38:43.936-05:00Wonders never cease<p>So I'm walking out of a Stop & Shop, and a woman is stopped right in front of the exit door. She removes her bags from her cart, and leaves the cart right where it was. This means if anyone happens to be coming in the entrance and someone wants to exit, one of them has to yield to get around the cart left by this self-important c#@t.<br> As long as I live I don't think I'll ever understand how someone can grow into an adult and have absolutely zero consideration for others. How does that happen? How do people go through life thinking they are all that matters in this world?<br> One of life's mysteries I guess.</p> Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-70942429540151019122010-12-18T02:28:00.000-05:002010-12-18T02:28:34.740-05:00I guess tolerance is conditional?Tolerance for Islam? Tolerate this video.<br />
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</div><div><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xef384fWFs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xef384fWFs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-57243902230391361152010-11-21T01:47:00.000-05:002010-11-21T01:47:15.782-05:00NEARfest Band Announcement- Karmakanic To Arrive in Bethlehem<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;">This is good news:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"> NEARfest welcomes the musical insanity of Karmakanic to the 2011 edition. Born out of a desire to stretch the boundaries of classic symphonic prog, 2002 saw Jonas Reingold assemble a top-notch band to realize his vision. Channeling the talents of Goran Edman, (perhaps best known for his work with Yngwie Malmsteen,) and his fellow Flower Kings Roine Stolt, Tomas Bodin and Zoltan Csorsz, Karmakanic's debut album "Entering the Spectra" became very popular among the fans of progressive rock and the established rock press around the world. Their were honored with the prize for best newcomer 2002 in the big progressive poll DPRP and charted several other lists as the best newcomer on the scene.<br />
It was in 2004 that Karmakanic became a band rather than just a side-project.<br />
Reingold, Csorsz and Edman are joined by Krister Jonzon to manifest the core of the band. Along with guest musicians, Karmakanic releases their second album, Wheel of Life. A slightly less metallic offering, Wheel of Life finds the band delving into the fusion side of prog while maintaining a song based mantra. It is with the addition of keyboardist extraordinaire Lalle Larsson that Karmakanic becomes an exquisite live attraction. Larsson adds the technical prowess that is required to realize Karmakanic's music, so with the puzzle pieces in place, the band is ripe for live performance.<br />
Two Thousand eight sees the band release their most mature and cohesive release, "Who's the Boss in the Factory." Reingold's production and songwriting draws from influences such as The Flower Kings, Weather Report, Yes and Return to Forever but his music is clearly Karmakanic's vision. With beautiful passages along side technical mastery, "Who's the Boss" becomes a complete album for the modern progressive audience. With the promise of a new album to be released in 2011, Karmakanic is ready to return to the U.S. with a full-blown set of their music history, there might even be an instrumental solo or two. The guys in charge are happy to present for NEARfest 2011, the power, intensity and insanity of Karmakanic.<br />
</span></span></div>Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-19076989177573854832010-11-02T15:01:00.001-05:002010-11-02T15:01:58.544-05:00Another episode of S.I.D.<p><br> So I'm in a Waldbaums ordering Edy's. I've got my handheld computer, so it's obvious that I'm not just some customer. A woman comes along, opens one of the freezer doors, moves the front container of French Silk to another location. She then grabs one further back and in the process knocks another over into the spot next to it. She then reaches back and grabs that magical holy grail container that was buried behind all the others that apparently contains one of Wonka's golden tickets, and in pulling it out, tips over yet another container. Finally, she puts the other one back that she had pulled out prior and places it on top of the now laying sideways container that she had tipped over. <br> As she started to shop in the next door for Turkey Hill, I immediately put my handheld down, and went and starightened up the mess she had just made. Right in front of her. She made no acknowledgment whatsoever. <br> I don't know what's worse, the fact that there are so many arrogant, entitled, self-important douchebags walking this planet (or I should say this country, because I suspect we are the worst), or the fact that they are so completely unashamed of being that.<br> When did we throw common courtesy out the fucking window in this country?</p> <p>Oh, and in case anyone is thinking that the ice cream in the back is more frozen and/or more fresh, you'd be wrong on both counts. It's in a closed freezer. It's all frozen the same. And I've seen how our people pack out the stock; they rarely, if ever, rotate. So the product in the front is most likely the "freshest." Besides...it's ice cream! The shelf life is like a year. Does it really matter if the expire date is next May or June? Really?</p> <p>This has been another episode of Self-Important Douchebags.<br> </p> Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093940.post-41470299679261141792010-09-18T19:48:00.000-05:002010-09-18T19:48:56.699-05:00Bill's Prog Blog: CD RETRO REVIEW: Frank Zappa - The MOFO Project/Ob...<a href="http://billsprogblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/cd-retro-review-frank-zappa-mofo.html?spref=bl">Bill's Prog Blog: CD RETRO REVIEW: Frank Zappa - The MOFO Project/Ob...</a>: "I discovered progressive music in 1987, when I was 14 years old. I'd been going through my dad's record collection...he had a big one, eas..."Mark Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04386368984625183535noreply@blogger.com0