Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Eclipse Now Available On the Kindle For $0.99!


Claudius' path to the stars was layered in blood and lit by madness...

As a little boy, Claudius would close his eyes and look to the stars in hopes of escaping from the pain and misery of his life.

As a grown man, Claudius murdered his two shipmates while the rocket disintegrated around them, leaving him drifting helpless and alone in space, awaiting a rescue that may never come.

Or did he?

In Eclipse, you'll follow the tortured paths of a mind reeling in madness, seeing the world through the ever-changing view Claudius has: astronaut, high school boy, patient, doctor, killer, victim. Follow Claudius forward and backward through his life, revisiting his childhood, his time at NASA and interviews with psychiatrists, and the ending of the first manned mission to the stars... while all the time, the mystery of what really happened, at each step continues to unfold and grows deeper.

Eclipse is a haunting science fiction tale in the Ray Bradbury mold, a story that takes on new life and new meaning each time you read it, and a story that you will never forget.

And it's now available on the Kindle! You can download Eclipse for just ninety-nine cents!

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Thursday, February 04, 2010

The Best Impossible Sports Stories (1)

It's a MiniBest!

February is known for three things:

1. Groundhogs.
2. Getting in the way of March's arrival, and
3. Me wondering what to get Sweetie for Valentine's Day.

Oh, and the end of football -- with the Super Bowl being played (starting at roughly midnight on Super Bowl Sunday, and ending the following Thursday), pro football comes to an end and leaves people like me staring bleakly at the cold, gray expanse of February, and thinking things like What are they going to talk about on sports radio, now? and I wonder if there are sections of the paper other than the sports page? and Who's the President these days, anyway? and Has it been Valentine's Day already, because I'm a little behind?

I like sports, is my point, here, and I especially like them because they help distract me from the fact that I live in the Arctic Circle (a/k/a Wisconsin) and that I have another three months of cold, wet feet and black snow.

Yes, it is black:



Anyway, to help ease me down from the highs of the NFL playoffs to the lows of whatever it is that passes for entertainment outside of football, I'm going to list, as the MiniBests for February, The Best Impossible Sports Stories.

These are stories that you'd have bet were impossible -- but they happened, and we all know that the impossible can happen -- and once it does happen, it's not impossible anymore.

Or, to put it as Dirk Gently said it: "I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible." And: "The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbable lacks."

So here's the Number One Best Impossible Sports Story:

Mutual Fund Executive Beats Michael Jordan In Game Of One-On-One.


Michael Jordan is the Greatest Basketball Player Ever. He has, what, six championships? He has more records and accolades than Dane Cook has synonyms for sex. He reinvented what it means to be great at things. Before Michael Jordan, we thought greatness was, you know, great. After Michael Jordan, greatness alone wasn't good enough anymore. We needed to invent a word that meant Greater than Greatness, and we didn't invent that word: We just, instead, said Michael Jordan.

In short, Michael Jordan is this:

If you look closely, you'll see the lady-reporter
in the blue dress is
not paying attention to the action.
Whose idea was it to let women report on sports?


Mutual fund executives, on the other hand, sit in small offices reading the fine print in the financial sections, the sections of the paper the rest of us skip desperately past so we can find out if Carolyn answered our letter because we really want to know if it was a good idea to sleep with him/her after only two dates (answer: Yes, but said in a too-hip kind of way). Mutual fund executives know what things like dividends are, and they know that because they spend all that time reading and investing and wearing suits bought at K-Mart.

Mutual fund executives, in short, are this:

Note the lack of Air-Ness.

But, mutual fund executives have one thing you and I don't -- lots and lots of money. (We might have money, too, if we knew what dividends were. But we can't be bothered with that, at least not until Carolyn answers our letter. Dang it, we sent it by email and everything! What's the delay?)

Enough money, as it turns out, to go to Michael Jordan's Fantasy Basketball Camp, or, as it should properly be called, "Michael Jordan's Fantasy Basketball Camp For Rich Guys Who Need Help Understanding What a Fantasy Really Is."

The problem with rich guys is that their fantasies are always something lame, like Basketball Camp, or Baseball Camp, or, in Bill Gates' case, buying the US government to get it to stop suing him. Apparently, becoming rich requires that one completely ditch their imagination, so that by the time you've got the money to do whatever it is you want, you can't remember what it was you wanted all that money for, and you go to basketball camp.

I've taken care of that, by the way: I've written down my fantasy, so that when I become rich/imaginationless, I can go to the vault where I've got my fantasy hidden, look it up, and become the first rich guy to truly live out a great fantasy. No basketball camp for me! (Mostly because I not only don't know what a dividend is, but I also don't know what a layup is.)

Here's my fantasy, which I will probably have to create a camp specifically to host, but it'll be worth it:

Wearing a jetpack, and leading an army of scantily-clad female soldiers armed with laser bow-and-arrows (It could be a thing!), I fly bravely into battle against an army of 3-headed dragons who are all fluent in French and who have used their charm to start their own TV show which is popular among 18-to-35 year olds, a TV show that is secretly being used to distract the masses while the dragons, when not filming the TV show, dig a giant hole in the Atlantic ocean in order to force the water to drain down to the earth's core, where it will be turned into steam and jet back out, resulting in the entire world being kind of like the inside of the bathroom after a hot shower, where it all feels wet.

... And also, I can eat pizza three times a day.







Whew! Where was I?

Oh, yeah: Mutual fund executives have the money to do that, but they don't. Instead, they go to Michael Jordan's Fantasy Camp, the highlight of which is that after a couple days paying Michael Jordan to show you how to play basketball -- or, more accurately, how you would play basketball if you're Michael Jordan, which you're not -- the highlight is that you get to play a game of one-on-one against His Airness.

Which is where John Rogers ended up: Having paid tons of money to go learn just how far away he was from being a pro basketball player, John Rogers, mutual fund executive and short guy, got his chance to play one-on-one against Michael. Let's see how it went (but you already know, since you read the headline for this Impossible Story:



You know what's the MOST amazing thing about that? That guy OWNED Jordan: He was up 2-0, and Jordan only tied it up by standing there sinking threes -- a tactic I use when I play one-on-one against The Boy, because I know I can't outdribble and outmaneuver The Boy. John Rogers didn't just luck out against Jordan: He beat him, handily, and the memory of doing so was probably worth every penny he paid to go that camp...

...until he got back home and remembered about the dragons and scantily clad warriors and all, and wished he'd written his fantasy down, like I did.

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Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Whodathunkit?! The Three Best Things You Want To Know About This Years' Super Bowl (Super Bowl 2010!)


You know what one of the most impressive things about the NFL is, to me?

They can get closed-captioners to do what they want.

There are organizations that you assume have some power -- Wal-Mart, the people who make Zhu Zhu pets -- and then there are organizations that really have power, like the NFL. They don't go around showing how much power they have all the time, not in an obvious way. (Unless you count "suing everyone in sight about everything imaginable" as an obvious way of "showing how much power they have" but I don't count that, because I don't want to get sued by the NFL.) No, the NFL is so powerful that it doesn't need to advertise its power, and it does not need to make blatant attempts to mis-use its power, by, say, using its position as a newly-elected famous Senator to get its daughter a record deal.

Here's a question for you: Let's say you are a newly-elected Massachusetts Senator whose election was so improbable that it made national news and propelled you into the national spotlight, inviting comparisons to another newly elected Senator whose own election from a high-profile state had shortly thereafter springboarded him to higher office. Would you, if you were in that position:

(A) Try to live up to the hype by learning as much about national issues as you could so that you could 'hit the ground running,' or

(B) Use your national position to really push those issues you think are important and 'set the agenda' for a big political year for your party, or

(C) Immediately blow what little credibility you actually had by making your first official act be an attempt to use your office for personal gain by attempting to intimidate American Idol into having your daughter come back on?

If you're Scott Brown, the choice is obvious: Opt for (D), which is the secret hidden correct answer and which is "Use the office for personal gain through American Idol," and also pimp out my daughters and make jokes about how they might be whores."

Here's Scott Brown's idea of an appropriate joke:



But he made it up to Ayla by this past weekend telling Barbara Walters that his daughter's not a whore; instead, she's a disappointed American Idol contestant who would have won but she had never even worn make-up before, so she definitely deserves another chance or maybe the Senate will be investigating Fox a little more closely, if you get my drift.

The NFL does not need to pimp out its 17-year-olds or use its office for personal gain. It's already powerful enough, as I said, to get what it wants, as evidenced by the fact that this past week, I was watching TV while jogging on the treadmill at my health club, and the TV was set to a channel where the people on it mentioned something about the Super Bowl. I don't listen to the TV; I listen to music while I work out, so I had the closed captioning on, and when the captions got to the part of the Super Bowl, they read:

Super Bowl XLIV.

Keep in mind that closed captioning doesn't always spell Obama right -- I've seen it Oh Bamma -- but they used Roman numerals (the NFL's Numeral Of Choice, and the subject of a lawsuit the NFL once filed against Romans, trying to get the numerals called NFL Numerals) to number this Super Bowl.

That's power: Even if you're deaf, or listening to Karen O's All Is Love while you jog:



You'll know it's Super Bowl XLIV, and not Super Bowl 44. Or forty-four. Or Oh-Bamma.

The NFL wants to make sure that people get it right because the Super Bowl is big -- annually, more articles and television news stories are written about the Super Bowl than the next top 10 entertainment and sports stories combined, according to the website "Statistics That Sound About Right".

Don't go look for that site. I just made it up. But that would be an awesome site, wouldn't it? I call dibs.

So the NFL can't just leave things up to chance; they've got to ensure that their army of goons... I mean entertainment lawyers ... keep on top of things and control the message and stay focused and present the best possible story and do all those other things that somehow have completely eluded the Obama administration's capabilities so far, all to make sure that the NFL rakes in billions and billions of dollars... I mean presents you with a quality football game.

Unfortunately for the NFL, I'm not part of their media machine. Not for lack of trying; I'd love to be part of the NFL's media machine, making tons of money while sitting in Miami talking to Joe Montana about whether it's the catch or the throw, as Dan Patrick gets to do this week. Who wouldn't rather be doing that, instead of what I'm doing, which is sitting in my cold office, listening to Karen O's soundtrack for Where The Wild Things Are and getting ready to drive to Merrill, Wisconsin to argue about mortgages?

Not that this



Is bad, but it's no Miami-Plus-Joe-Montana, is what I'm saying.

Because I'm not part of the NFL's conglomerate, though, I am free to present to you the only article about the Super Bowl that's not sanctioned by The Man, that doesn't toe the NFL's corporate line, that doesn't just rehash all the tired press releases that Roger Goodell forces down the throats of those drones and lackeys who call themselves real sportswriters.

I don't do that, because I don't get paid by the NFL to do that.

By the way, Sweetie thinks Roger Goodell is hunky, but I don't see it:



Instead of meekly parroting back the NFL's tired stories like all the other "sports" guys do, I go out on a limb annually and present to you:

Whodathunkit?! The Three Best Things You Want To Know About This Years' Super Bowl (Super Bowl 2010!)

And you can tell I'm not afraid of the NFL, or beholden to them, because I don't use Roman (NFL) Numerals. I call the Super Bowl what I want, dang it!

(NFL, I'm sorry. Please don't sue me. I don't want to end up crying and destitute like the 72-year-old woman sued by the Redskins for not buying season tickets:




Pat Hill: Grandmother, real estate agent, and
deadbeat season ticket holder.



Daniel Snyder: Redskins owner,
billionaire, and the man who decided
to sue Pat Hill. Also, according
to insider knowledge I just made up,
Snyder asked the judge if he
could "eat her heart while
it's still warm.
"


But enough of this talk of lawsuits and billionaires eating people's hearts! It's time to get to the point of this post, which is those Three Best Things You Want To Know About This Years' Super Bowl (Super Bowl 2010!). Here they are:

After all this time, nobody knows what the stadium is actually called. Where is Super Bowl 2010 going to actually be played? Who knows? Not the NFL, which says it's going to be played at Dolphins Stadium. Trouble is, "Dolphins Stadium" doesn't exist. It's called Sun Life Stadium now, and like everything else in creation, Sun Life Stadium has its own website. Which also doesn't know what the stadium is called. Witness this very first line from the "History" page of Sun Life Stadium:

Entering its 22nd year of operation, Land Shark Stadium, originally known as Joe Robbie Stadium, was the first of its kind to be constructed entirely with private funds
.


So, on a page labeled "Sun Life Stadium..."



...the stadium is called something else.

The confusion is understandable: Call-It-What-You-Want Stadium has been, in its time, called "Joe Robbie Stadium," "Pro Player Stadium," then "Dolphins Stadium," then finally it was called Land Shark Stadium to celebrate a partnership with Jimmy Buffett, who not only still exists but who also is the secret force behind this Super Bowl, apparently, given that last week he had dinner with Saints' coach Sean Payton and now he's responsible for renaming the stadium the game is held at.

Don't be surprised to see Jimmy Buffett filling in for injured Dwight Freeney in the second quarter.

I'm not sure how much Jimmy Buffett, or Sun Life, or any other company or person paid to name the stadium whatever it's called this minute, but I suspect whatever it was, they overpaid. An article in the Journal Of Sports Economics (we all subscribe to that, right?) suggests that there's a 1.65% rate of return on the investment... for three days, beginning with the day before the official announcement of the naming rights being bought.

You may be thinking to yourself: How can there be a return on an investment before that investment is announced? Wouldn't that hint that insiders are secretly spreading the word that MegaCorporation has just bought naming rights, and doesn't that mean insider trading, and isn't that illegal?

If you did think that, though, then you're part of the old world where investing and banking was regulated. In the new world, regulators date lobbyists, and Senator-elects get their daughters onto American Idol.


Amongst other legislative priorities.

The bottom line of that article -- the article I mentioned before all the nudity, remember? -- includes several startling conclusions, and by "startling" I mean "not at all startling if you remember that business executives have shoe polish for brains." Those conclusions include:

"marketing executives acknowledge that they have no way to measure the value of naming rights to the firm..."

"companies that own naming rights saw their stock values decline more than twice the Dow Jones Industrial Average in 2002..."

"our main finding is that naming rights offer no economic value."

Whew! No wonder Sun Life doesn't want their name on it. The study also includes a table showing that of 12 companies who bought naming rights prior to the study, all twelve had run into financial trouble, including 10 of the 12 filing for bankruptcy. But to be fair, it probably wasn't the naming rights that drove them into ruin; it was the fact that they were run by morons.


I'm sure things will go better for
YOUR company, Jimmy.
(Snicker.
)

Did you ever wonder if there truly is a "stadium naming curse?" You probably did now, and, having now wondered that, consider this: The Dolphins were 9-7 in 2005. In 2006, the stadium was renamed "Dolphins Stadium" and they went 6-10. In 2007, renovation of "Dolphins Stadium" was complete and the new stadium was unveiled to the world. The Dolphins went 1-15 that year.

If they'd kept the name, the odds are that the Dolphins would have ceased to exist as a legitimate football playing operation (you know, the way the Buffalo Bills have). Luckily, in 2008, a new guy bought 95% of the Dolphins, and in 2009 the stadium was renamed. The Dolphins went 11-5 in 2008 and 7-9 in 2009, winning as many games in 2009 alone as they did the entire time the stadium was named after them.

Are naming rights truly overrated? If you want to find that out, don't look at some study published by academics. Just take anecdotal evidence, which worked just fine for Ronald Reagan. To do that, you only need to look at the Detroit Tigers, who are a terrible baseball team playing in a city that is so bad off that it is used as a stand-in for the Katrina-destroyed New Orleans in movies. The Tigers, not long ago, lost their own corporate naming rights' sponsor, Comerica. Instead of selling new rights over the fountain at the park, the Tigers donated the spot to the Big 3 automakers. The result -- an outpouring of support by the community and a pretty good year for the Tigers.

What Would YOU Do For Super Bowl Tickets? Remember the lady who tried to trade sex for World Series tickets? Didn't you kind of think her real crime was in making her offer too explicit? What if she'd told those cops, "Look, I just want to go to the World Series, have a beer or two, and, by the way, my friends say I'm really trampy?" What crime would be committed then? If it's no crime to decide to sleep with someone after the date, why is it a crime to let them know up front how the date will end up?

Or is it a question of how subtle she was in letting them know? There are are other ways of advertising the same message, the message that if you take that person out, you'll be getting some:



Last week, this read "Sun Life Stadium."

Anyway, because of that crack police work by Philly cops who apparently think the biggest threat to their city is sleazy Phillies phans...



Book 'em, Danno!

... the world is safe for people who don't want other people to trade sex for tickets. Instead, enterprising Craigslisters are playing on guilt and other emotions to get their tickets. (No, sex is not an emotion.)

Like this guy who wants to take his wife to the game for their 15th anniversary. That's sweet, right? Oh, and also, he's a policeman! So, you know, you kind of owe him your tickets, 'cause of 9/11 and all. But just because he's a cop with a wife doesn't mean he needs a bunch of spam from you. Or, as he says: "I don't want spam or fraud so keep that shit to yourself."

Too bad you other posters didn't think to tell people not to defraud you. Caveat poster!

That guy is almost trumped by the fellow who wants to take his dad to the big game, and feels compelled to tell you that and reassure you that the tickets are not to resell. He even plays on your sympathy by noting he'll trade you his start/finish line Daytona 500 tickets, and pleads: "I hope that everything on C/L is not a scam." Expressing that hope makes it so, I'm sure. (But he didn't warn you not to fraud him, so feel free to at least try.)

Haven't started on your resolution to get in shape for the New Year? Why not trade those practically-worthless Super Bowl tickets for some fitness equipment? This guy owns a bunch of fitness stores -- but can't afford to buy his own tickets, so he'll trade you a Jumpoline for yours.

Those were all from the South Florida Craigslist. Things get weirder if you go elsewhere. This chef will trade his cooking services on Super Bowl Sunday, and says he's "looking to trade my time for anything of value." I know lots of movies that start out that way. Movies I'm not supposed to have watched.


I'm especially not to have watched
them at work.


In New York, you can trade your tickets for a Blonde Ibanez... but don't get excited, it's just a guitar of some sort. Also, in New York, we're back to guilt and emotion:


Looking to turn misery into something happy. Looking to trade a Diamond Engagement ring with platinum setting for 2 Super Bowl tickets. Ring is appraised for $13,000. Willing to meet at any jeweler for exchange if trader wants ring verified. Email me for more details/questions.

Maybe if she'd stayed with the guy who could afford to buy her a $13,000 engagement ring, she'd have been able to get him to buy some tickets to the game, too?

TV Saves The Day, As Usual: The NFL may want to crack down on realtors, as well as on churches that want to show the game, but it certainly has no problem with convicted drug offenders referencing its work. Home Improvement is among the many TV shows that have made references to the Super Bowl or built episodes around the game. In Super Bowl Fever, hijinks no doubt ensued when Tim Allen invited friends over to watch the game... but Jill got the flu! Here's a sample exchange:

Tim (about his Super Bowl party): I've been planning this for a long time, it's a tradition, honey.


Jill: You've never had one before.

Tim: Well, traditions start someplace.


Everybody Loves Raymond went to the Super Bowl, too, when Ray took Gianni to the Super Bowl, but then felt bad about not bringing Debra, so he ends up [SPOILER ALERT!][REALLY?][YEAH, SOME PEOPLE MIGHT NOT HAVE SEEN THIS YET AND MAY CARE][WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE, EXACTLY?][I DON'T KNOW, MY DAD, MAYBE?][OKAY. CARRY ON.] inviting Debra down, and then tearing up his tickets to the game just to show how much he loves her.

Debra then goes on to place an ad trying to trade her engagement ring, and maybe some cooking, for Super Bowl tickets.


Not offered: Exercise equipment.

Charlie Brown went to the Super Bowl, and the NFL had no problem with it. Just like the NFL had no problem with The Girls Next Door airing an episode in which Hef and the girls hosted a Super Bowl party in Arizona.

Why does the NFL let TV get away with so much, when grandmothers, churches, and other so-called innocents are sued into submission for merely mentioning the Super Bowl? Maybe it's because TV has saved the day for the NFL, as shown in the movie Two-Minute Warning. In that movie, which might just be a documentary, a sniper who hopes to shoot fans at the Super Bowl is revealed on television by the Goodyear Blimp camera, leaving the SWAT team -- headed by Charlton Heston -- not much time to try to take him out before he can wreck everyone's day.

[SPOILER ALERT! FOR REAL THIS TIME] They fail. (So I guess TV didn't save the day, after all. But it did show us how cops and the NFL failed to save the day, which is worthwhile.)



That wasn't, by the way, Heston's only brush with Super Bowl fame: He also, as it turns out, played "Cat" Catlan, a quarterback who had previously led his team to the Super Bowl, but now, at age 40, ignores a tempting job offer (executive at an auto-leasing company! Sweet!) and comes back to try one more run for glory with his old team.

That team? The Saints. So after Jimmy Buffet lines up for the Colts, expect to see this as a surprise late fourth-quarter play:





Monday, February 01, 2010

Whodathunkit?! coming soon

I got interrupted in the process of writing up the Whodathunkit?! for today, but it'll be posted soon. Until then, as per Petri Dish's instructions, here is an optical illusion to help you pass the time:


Image Courtesy of Mighty Optical Illusions. Directives courtesy of Petri Dish.

I'm trying to remember his name. General Zod? Was that it? Help me out, here.

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That's the image I get every time I think of hiring a mover. That or that commercial where a gorilla beats up a piece of luggage. (I don't know what that had to do with Snickers bars, but that's advertising for you.)

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Oh, yeah: All that plus THEY'LL BEAT ANY COMPETITOR'S PRICE OUT THERE.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

WhodaThunkit?! -- State of the Union Edition: The 9 Best Things Ever Said By A United States' President.

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I'm not going to watch the State of the Union speech President Obama is set to give tomorrow night. Or tonight. Or some night. I'm not sure what night President Obama is even going to give his State of the Union speech, for two reasons:

First, I'm not sure when anything in public life happens anymore, thanks to digital video recorders. I don't think I watch "live" TV anymore; I don't watch anything as it happens but instead I tape everything and watch it when I feel like it. (Or, more accurately, don't watch it, and instead let it hang around on my DVR playlist guilting me, like the five episodes of Glee I taped but haven't watched yet. I can't watch Glee, because it's an hour long and I never feel like committing myself to a whole hour of TV, and if I do commit to a whole hour of TV, it's likely that I'm going to watch a whole hour of Season 3 of Lost, so that I can get caught up on that before the whole show comes to an end and all the secrets are revealed. I've got to get caught up on that show, as it's getting harder and harder to not have spoilers revealed accidentally, like when I see commercials for other shows in which Lost characters are starring, thereby letting me know that the Lost character's going to die or turn into a polar bear or something at some point. So if I watch an hour of TV, it's Lost, but I almost never feel like I have a whole hour to give to a TV show, and as a result, I mostly end up leavingt things stored on my DVR playlist until I can't get to sleep on a Saturday night and end up watching back-to-back episodes of a documentary on ocean life.

I love ocean documentaries, especially when they prove (as the latest one did) that the Goo Lagoon from Spongebob actually exists.

That's true! Spongebob's Goo Lagoon exists! For the uninitiated/people who don't have young children, Goo Lagoon is a lagoon in Spongebob where all the Bikini Bottom denizens go swimming, even though they're underwater. I'd show you a clip, but for some reason, all the clips of Spongebob Squarepants on Youtube are of Spongebob swearing. What's wrong with kids today? In my day, we didn't make strange videos of cartoon icons swearing; we just drew boobs in our textbooks.

I always had a problem with Goo Lagoon, because how can there be a lagoon underwater? That little scientific inaccuracy -- as I saw it -- bugged me (even though it took place in a show where a talking sponge cooks burgers at a restaurant.)

But then, last Saturday night, when I couldn't fall asleep, I watched the aforementioned back-to-back episodes of an ocean documentary, and learned about deep sea brine pools -- pools of incredibly salty, methane-infused water that is denser than regular ocean water, so it forms lagoons on the ocean bottom. Science, therefore -- real science, not "velociraptor/dark matter fake made-up science" -- has proven the accuracy of Spongebob and all is right with the world again.

Second, I don't watch the State of the Union address because it doesn't really matter. Nothing the President says in the State of the Union address has any bearing on anything, really, the way I see it. It's a lot of empty talk and political gestures, a grab-bag of applause lines and shout-outs to students who are good at science, but it doesn't do anything. The State of the Union address rarely gets specific enough for me to care about what the President says -- Oh, so you're going to repair the economy? Great! Let's see that science student again -- because without details then the lofty goals are just that: Lofty goals, with no more meaning than when kids say Someday I'm going to be an oceanographer.

I really did want to do that, too. I don't know how I got sidetracked into lawyering. I blame my science teachers for making grade school and high school science so boring.

On the other hand, rarely are the State of the Union addresses so lofty or rhetorically gifted that they're worth listening to for the sake of listening to them -- speeches that are awe-inspiring or gut-wrenching or resolute or otherwise something that I would want to hear the way I would want to hear a good song or read a good article or see a good movie. Politicians don't make those kind of speeches, not anymore.

Instead, politicians today make carefully-crafted, rhetorically neutral speeches with just the right poll-tested number of references to politically popular positions and with careful nods and bows to viewpoints on both sides of the aisle so that nobody gets too offended by the President having an agenda. The speeches are written and rewritten and polished and dusted and focus-grouped and... lifeless.

They're lifeless both as speech in and of itself, and as political speech. And nowhere is that more evident than in the Constitutionally-mandated chore of advising the Congress of the State of the Union, a task the President must undertake annually, and one which most Presidents approach, seemingly, as an opportunity to stultify the nation into submission: careful cadences summarizing positions that are as neutral as possible, interspersed with pauses for applause. "We... are going to ensure ... that our nation... takes care of all its people," President Obama is likely to say , "And... we are going to do that... while being... fiscally responsible."

[Applause. Focus on the science student, then on a sleeping Supreme Court Justice.]

I don't know why Presidents bother. They don't have to give a speech to tell Congress what the "State of the Union" is; in fact, no President from Thomas Jefferson on did it, until Woodrow Wilson revived the idea of advising Congress in person via a speech. That's 24 Presidents who didn't make the speech -- or over a hundred years of non-speechifying.

And President Obama, in particular, need not make a speech; he's already ubiquitous, getting on TV so much that people are complaining and hoping that he won't interfere with the season premiere of Lost. So why would he bother coming on to speak to Congress on a Wednesday, or Tuesday, or whenever, especially if he's not going to say anything to smart or interesting or newsworthy?

Presidents didn't used to be so bland and so careful and so politically correct. From time to time, Presidents have said some pretty excellent things -- things you'd never hear them say today, at least not on purpose. To give you something to do while not watching the State of the Union whenever it's on, I've put together The 9 Best Things Ever Said By A United States President:

9. "If the rabble were lopped off at one end and the aristocrat at the other, all would be well with the country." -- Andrew Johnson.

Comments like that might be one reason by Johnson was the first President ever to be impeached; many Presidents like to court the middle class, but rarely do Presidents these days refer to the lower-classes as "rabble," especially when Johnson himself could have been considered part of that rabble: his mother was so poor after his father died that she bound young Andrew as an apprentice tailor when he was 10. That kind of background might have been why Johnson, as a congressman, sponsored a bill to give a free farm to every poor person, though Johnson seems to have forgotten his rabble-loving days by the time he became President.



8. "Good ballplayers make good citizens."-- Chester A. Arthur.

The first Brett Favre fan ever! Chester A. Arthur wasn't actually talking about Brett, who first pondered retirement during Arthur's term as president, but was instead talking about baseball. Arthur was the first president to invite a sports team to the White House, a practice that continues to this day and for some reason also now includes Kardashians.

The team Arthur invited to visit him was "The Cleveland Forest Cities," a moniker proving that dumb team names are not limited to the 20th and 21st Century.





7. "You ain't learnin' nothin' when you're talkin'." -- Lyndon Johnson.

This should be hanging on the wall of every classroom in America. Not only is it appropriate to the school setting, but it might help teach kids of a time when politicans could drop their g's without fearin' that they'd be gettin' voted out of office. That kind of folksy wisdom is what used to be expected from Texas politicians before we dumbed that down, too, and LBJ's great quote is almost enough to let us forget that he was the one who ordered the hit on Kennedy.







6. "Let every sluice of knowledge be open and set a-flowing."-- John Adams.

Adams was good for more than just naming his son after a medical examiner whose TV show wouldn't air for 160 years or so; he also was the last-known person alive to know what a "sluice" was. How far have we fallen since the time a President could speak openly of a "sluice of knowledge" and be secure in the thought that most people would know what he's talking about? I'll give you a hint: if you google "sluice of knowledge" now, you get this:


Note how I made the picture of the President smaller
so that this picture wouldn't have to be shrunk.
That's called
prioritizing. It's an important skill.


To be fair, though, that image is in the top 3 results if you Google any phrase. Thanks, Internet!




5. "The truth is that all men having power ought to be mistrusted."-- James Madison.

How's that for guts? We live in an era in which politicians are afraid to take a stand -- any stand -- for fear of voters not trusting them anymore, and the result is that we don't trust politicians -- ironically so: We don't trust them because they try so hard to get us to trust them.

James Madison wasn't having any truck with that, as Huck Finn might've said. He told the voters flat-out: don't trust me. And in return, he was elected twice. I bet that James Madison went out to meat market bars, met hot 1810-style women, and said stuff like "The truth is that no powerful man ought to get to have sex with you tonight." Stick with what works.




4. "My failures have been errors of judgment, not of intent."-- Ulysses S. Grant.

Oh, well, that's all right then. As long as you meant well, but totally misjudged what to do to put your good intentions into practice, then we're okay with it, right?

Grant -- who singlehandedly won the Civil War when he cleverly used his third wish to grant himself super-strength so that he could throw the Appomattox Courthouse at the charging Confederacy Army, thereby saving New Orleans (I'm fairly certain of those details, which I gathered from the Wikipedia entry on Sinbad the Comedian), may have made some mistakes while in office, but whatever they were, history has long forgotten them, just as it's forgotten the list Grant made of all the political enemies he had buried alive under the Oval Office, thanks to his timely admission that his failures were errors of judgment. That began America's long love affair with forgiving the sinner and the sin, and led directly to Oprah, Bill Clinton's second term, memoirs about affairs people had during the time they were blogging about cooking Julia Childs' recipes, and Ashley Dupre's sex advice column.

Or, to put it another way: John Edwards, 2012!



3. ""My God, this is a hell of a job! I have no trouble with my enemies . . . but my damn friends, they're the ones that keep me walking the floor nights." -- Warren G. Harding.

Harding's time in office may have been made harder not by his friends, but by his involvement in the single most boring and confusing political scandal to hit Washington since the XYZ Affair: The Teapot Dome Scandal, which as we all remember... was that chapter we never read because we were pretty sure Mr. Fleury wasn't going to put it on the test, and also because during study hall the cheerleaders were sitting just one table over and we didn't want to look too uncool in front of them, even though they never looked over our way not even once. Man, they were stuck up!

The Teapot Dome Scandal arose when Harding transferred certain oil fields from the Department of the Navy to the Department of the Interior, which promptly leased them to a couple of people who had "lent" money to the Secretary of the Interior -- loaning it in the same way that Reggie Bush was loaned $100,000 while he was at USC. When Congress found out, it leaped into action, spending three years investigating the deals, and even after that amount of time, the Senate was ready to screw it up and let the Secretary of the Interior off the hook, until a Senator noticed the loan -- equivalent to about $1.19 million in today's dollars -- a loan that the Secretary of the Interior had apparently forgotten to hide. The Secretary of the Interior ended up doing a year in prison, while, oddly enough, neither of the two men he was accused of taking a bribe from was actually convicted of bribing him.

The quote from Harding, though, makes the list because it includes two swears, so, kids, you can go swear at your parents and tell them you're quoting a US President!



2. "I like the job I have, but if I had to live my life over again, I would like to have ended up a sports writer." -- Richard Nixon.

Sports has no place for corruption and cheating, Mr. Nixon. (Or, does it?)

A judge once told me that he sometimes dreamed of being a truck driver. I myself, when I'm not regretting getting to dive down in an Alvin and find weird-looking fish, dream of my own perfect job. But Nixon really hit the nail on the head with this one, showing the allure of the greatest job known to mankind: sports writer, an especially apt quote this time of the year, when most of us are suffering through a simultaneous cold-spell/lack of football, while a select few men -- sports writers -- get to fly to Miami and get paid to talk about and watch the Super Bowl.

When I first read this quote and thought about whether a President would want to be a sports writer to get to go to Miami in January, I thought: isn't that what Presidents do, anyway? Go to big games and be President there? They can order a nuclear strike no matter where they're sitting, what with the Internet, so why not go into the owners' suite at the Super Bowl and start World War III from there? So you'd think a President wouldn't need to dream of being a sports writer. Then again, you'd think a President wouldn't order burglars to break into a political party's headquarters, or begin a political career relying on fake film hidden in a pumpkin.




1. "You can not stop the spread of an idea by passing a law against it." -- Harry S Truman.

When you say the phrase Great political speakers and thinkers in American History, it's doubtful that Harry S Truman -- he of the potentially missing punctuation mark in his middle name-- and yet, Harry S gave us this quote, which should also be hanging on the walls of every classroom in America. The US has for over 200 years tried to outlaw everything it didn't like, from equal rights for women, minorities, and gays to the numerical value of pi, and the end result is always the same: good ideas survive bad laws. (Bad ideas survive bad laws, too, but that's not really a rallying cry.)

Popularizing Harry's phrase probably won't make Americans any less likely to try to legislate against the tide of history, but it might serve to show us why those efforts fail when they inevitably do, and gives hope to those of us who back the good ideas, hope that someday every adult who wants to will be allowed to marry the person they love, hope that someday a person who needs a doctor will be able to afford to see the doctor, hope that in the richest, most free country in the world, we will someday quit selfishly guarding the gates against those who want in and realize that there's enough to go around.

The idea of America is that everyone is guaranteed life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness -- and the idea of Americans, good Americans, is that this country has ample means to provide life, liberty and happiness to every man, woman and child who wants it, whether they're already here or whether they're overseas hoping to come here. There are those who want to bar the gates, to legislate against that hope, those ideas, that freedom and sharing -- and to them, I say, and you should say: re-read what Harry S Truman said, and quit trying to stop the spread of the idea of America.

That's what President Obama should say, when he addresses Congress; that's what all politicians and people should say: The idea of America deserves to be put into action, starting now, and he, and they, and we, should then begin challenging those who would stand in the way of that.

I doubt he'll say anything like that, though, and that's one reason I won't be watching.

This is another:

I see the world through rose-colored glasses. And a magic mirror.

I've mentioned a couple of times on this blog and others the eyeglasses from Zenni Optical -- glasses I first heard of a while ago and then was reminded about by a review of them posted on Examiner.com (find it at http://www.examiner.com/x-28795-Brooklyn-Liberal-Examiner~y2009m11d13-Cheap-eyeglasses-are-a-reality-Check-out-Erics-review-of-Zenni-Optical), and the reason I keep bringing it up is because I think it's important to know that you don't have to spend a lot of money to get good eyeglasses.

When Sweetie needed glasses a couple years ago, we had no real options but to go to the mall store, where they had hundreds of pairs of glasses all costing hundreds of dollars. There simply were no cheap pairs, or even affordable pairs. There was no choice, really, but to get expensive frames and lenses.

Even after that, cheap glasses generally meant ugly glasses, or at least not good glasses -- frames that would break, or that looked junky.

Zenni Optical changed all that. They make their own frames, so they have no retail overhead, no middlemen to pay for shipping, virtually no advertising budget, and all that means that they can sell you great frames and great lenses at super-low prices: starting at eight bucks a set.

That's how low their prices can be: $8 a pair of glasses, for prescription lenses. And even at $8, Zenni Optical's glasses are stylish and well-made. They could charge a lot more for them; they just don't.

You can get whatever fashion you'd like from them, and almost any prescription, including progressive lenses, sunglasses, and more. So you can have glasses that express your own personal style and fashion -- and still not spend an arm a leg for it.

Zenni says they keep their prices low because they believe that glasses are important: They're a health need, and Zenni believes they shouldn't be outrageously expensive. They take pride in being able to get you the glasses you need, in a style you want, at a price you'll love.

That's why I keep mentioning them, and that's why you should check them out if you need glasses.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Best Band of Twenty-Ten, Song Two.


Ravenna Woods is made up of three members, as near as I can tell. They are: Chris Cunningham, who's duties include: guitar, piano, bass, violin, mandolin, xylophone, paranoid words, intrusive gestures, Brantley Duke, who takes care of "singing, xylophone, percussion, looking good." Then there's third member Matt Badger, listed on the band's site as "Lt. Commander of percussion."

So they're kind of a military outfit, I'm assuming. Not that it matters that much. I've already named them, as the title implies, The Best Band of Twenty-Ten, and today's song, "An Atoll," shows why they've earned that sobriquet:



Speaking of sobriquets, the other day, I got into an argument with The Boy about using "big words." The big words The Boy objected to my using was retrospect, when I said in retrospect, I'd have done that.

The Boy didn't know what retrospect meant, which alarmed me, since he's a high school senior attending a school that previously was very good but which in the last few years appears to abandoned all pretense of educating kids, opting instead to televise Brett Favre's retirement speech and to make up snow days by adding one minute to every period.

When I explained what it meant (and said a quick prayer for the future of our country), explaining that it meant in looking back, or viewed in hindsight, The Boy said "Why don't you just say that, then?"

I tried to explain that I didn't see the need to use many words when there was one that fit the bill perfectly. I don't think he got it.

That all means something, I'm sure. I don't know how it relates to Ravenna Woods or An Atoll, but, then, if I spent my time worrying about how the things I say related to the things I mean, I'd never get anything done.

Read & listen to Song One From The Best Band Of 2010 here.

Monday, January 11, 2010

The Best Band Of Twenty-Ten, Song One:


Everyone else in the world just wrapped up their Best Of lists -- best of 2009, best of the decade, best of the previous 423,000,000,000 seconds, all kinds of Best Of lists closed out 2009.

But here at The Best Of Everything, I'm not content to do what everyone else does.

If I wanted to be like everybody else, would I have briefly yesterday contemplated whether it might make sense to try to create a Peanut Butter Silk Pie Sandwich? I think not. It's that kind of creative, forward, spontaneous, pie-centric thinking that keeps this blog on the cutting edge of life and pop culture, and earns it the position of being the sole arbiter of what's The Best.

(Note: In the end, I opted against the Peanut Butter Silk Pie Sandwich, not because it's a bad idea. It's totally not a bad idea. I just couldn't decide what else to put on the sandwich with it, and anyone who's even remotely familiar with The Sandwich Laws knows that it's not a sandwich unless there's at least two things between the bread.)

Another thing that makes me the sole arbiter of The Best and leader of the Free World of Pop Culture? I'm not afraid to take chances and go ahead and start naming my best of's... for this year.

That's right. I'm naming the Best of Twenty-Ten, beginning today. I'm going to tell you right now, right up front, scarcely 264 hours into this new year, what's going to be The Best this year, beginning with today's Best,

The Best Band of Twenty-Ten.

And The Best Band Of Twenty-Ten is...

Ravenna Woods.

Ravenna Woods is a new (?) band that I only recently discovered after getting an email from a guy named Chris Cunningham. Chris alerted me to the highly-important fact that Ravenna Woods is going to be releasing their first album, Demons And Lakes, on January 23, and asked if I'd review it.

Chris, in doing so, demonstrated both impeccable taste in potential reviewers and a serious risk-taking streak, given the almost-near-certainty that I'd link his album and band with a concept like The Peanut Butter Silk Pie Sandwich, but it's too late: He's already emailed me an advance copy of the album and I'm listening to it right now, and it's seriously great.

Seriously.

So great that I'm naming Ravenna Woods, in advance, The Best Band of Twenty-Ten, hands down.

You'd expect that from a band that has the temerity to name, as influences, "franz kafka, boards of canada, philip k. dick, h.p. lovecraft, brett easton ellis" as Ravenna Woods does on their Myspace page. And you'd expect great things from a band that decides to describe their music as "wild animals hijacking a motorcycle with a side cart and then carving donuts in your front lawn"

They couldn't be more wrong about that latter one -- unless those wild animals could harmonize over an acoustic-but-hard-driving rhythm, with a haunting, lyrical sound that hints at there being a deeper, darker, more philosophical meaning behind the songs despite their sometimes-jaunty rhythms.

I'll delve more into the album over the next ten days or so. From now until January 23, I'll be featuring Ravenna Woods' songs on here, so you can preview the songs, and then, on the 23rd, you'll be able to buy the album. You'll want to hurry because they're only making 1,000 copies.

Here's a preview of what you'll get, over the next few weeks, and on the album. This is the band's video for Ghosts:













Click here to go to Ravenna Woods' Myspace page.