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Monthly Archives: April 2003
Random thoughts to end a
Random thoughts to end a long day…
Don’t trust Amazon. I’ve been compiling a very long list of books I’d like to eventually add to my personal collection by adding them to my Amazon account. Today I logged on to add another book (Everyday Apocalypse: The Sacred Revealed in Radiohead, the Simpsons & Other Pop Culture Icons by David Dark, a recommendation from my friend Amanda Leggett) and my entire list was gone. Just gone. Lousy corporate machine. I think I’ll shop elsewhere for a while (a decision I’m sure will devastate Jeff Bezos’ and his shareholders’ lifestyles).
Has anyone else noticed the ad at the top of the blog for Lionel Richie’s Truly cd? I’m wondering if that’s just an odd coincidence or if some robot reads my blog and customizes the ads to whatever nonsense I type.
I watch MTV very rarely, but I’ve seen the show Punk’d a couple of times lately. Pretty funny. It’s Ashton Kutcher’s version of the Jamie Kennedy Experiment except he likes to punk his celeb friends. Any program capable of humiliating a Backstreet Boy can’t be all bad.
I bought the Switchfoot album The Beautiful Letdown the other night. It had been highly recommended by a couple of people, including my baby brother, Britt, and I found it at Walmart for eight bucks. It’s one of the best rock’n’roll albums I’ve heard in a while.
Check out Rudy Carrasco’s blog, Urban Onramps. I don’t know Rudy, but I’ve enjoyed reading his blog for the past month or so. After just one email exchange, he was kind enough to put me on his blog roll, which is pretty cool. He is associate director of Harambee Christian Family Center in Pasadena, CA. Harambee provides afterschool, summer, and teen programs for African-American and Latino children and youth. In 1996 Christianity Today named Rudy and his wife, Kafi, to their list of fifty evangelical leaders 40 and under to watch. I’m watching.
Aiden turned seven months last week, and he’s more alive every time I look at him. As a result, I’m more alive every time I look at him. I also love my wife more every time I look at Aiden.
Rejoice greatly, O daughter of
Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; shout, O daughter of Jerusalem: behold, your King is coming to you: he is just, and having salvation; lowly, and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt the foal of an ass.
middle school, making out, and
middle school, making out, and other misadventures with lionel richie
I saw Lionel Richie making his token appearance as a guest judge on American Idol tonight, and it reminded me of something I intended to rant about before. Here goes…
Lionel’s greatness in the realm of big love ballads can’t be disputed. This is the man whose career has spanned three decades and who brought us Say You, Say Me and Hello and Penny Lover and Stuck on You and Do it to Me and Easy and Three Times a Lady and…well, you get the point. Anyone who can have one of his love songs turned into the soundtrack for an NFL commercial that makes grown men cry some twenty years later sho nuff got tha stuff. When Lionel talks love songs, I listen. [I’ve even inserted my Lionel Richie: Truly – The Love Songs cd for effect as I write. Pretend you’re listening to it as you read along. …guess I’m oooooooon my way.] Anyway, my interest was understandably piqued as I was flipping channels and saw Mr. Richie’s mug on VH1 the other night. I don’t know what the show was called, but it was one of the 637 programs they’ve produced to pay homage to the 80’s. In this particular segment, Lionel was offering a list of “the best make-out songs of 1989.”
(If you’re my Mom, you should probably stop reading here.)
For many, this particular list might have invited complete ambivalence, but not me. For me it couldn’t be more relevant. Behind some of my friends and ahead of others, I began making out in 1989…middle school dance, Crane County Youth Center, Alonna Smith. Maybe I shouldn’t be so specific, but it was somewhat public, and I’m fairly sure the statute of limitations has expired on any kiss and tell laws governing my behavior in ’89. Besides, we’re all grown ups now and we can laugh about these things…right?* As a last resort at rationalization, I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t read my blog (nor do any of her sisters that I might or might not have also made out with during my misguided adolescence).
Anyway, given all that I had personally invested in this list, I came away quite disappointed. It was both short and lousy. This is what Lionel gave us:
Right Here Waiting … Richard Marx
If You Don’t Know Me by Now … Simply Red
Love Song … The Cure
When he started with Richard Marx, I was on board. Right Here Waiting is a classic of the era, and it fits the criteria well. The other two I can take or leave – they were big hits, but I don’t think they belong in a top 10 (much less top 3) make-out songs of 1989. A cynic by nature, I’ve purposed to invest as much energy in reconstruction as in deconstruction in all of life’s little neighborhoods. In that spirit, we’re going to make our own list. My ten nominations (in no particular order):
Angel Eyes … The Jeff Healey Band
Patience … Guns N Roses
Look Away … Chicago
Heaven … Warrant
What I Am … Edie Brickell (hey, to each his own, right?)
When I Look Into Your Eyes … Bad English
When I’m With You … Sheriff**
Blame it on the Rain … Milli Van—sorry, wrong list
I’ll Be There for You … Bon Jovi
Every Rose Has its Thorn … Poison
The End of the Innocence … Don Henley
Just to prove the invalidity of Lionel’s list, I stuck to 1989 with all of those. Feel free to expand your nominations a bit beyond that so that they fit you. Not everyone was making out in 1989 (which is a good thing), but most of us were at least imagining it until we finally found someone willing to waste hours of their life swapping saliva with us. For others, all of this talk of making out stirs some unpleasant memories (or at least it should – I know who some of you were making out with in 1989). Even if you were a wiser kid than me or you wish you’d saved your lips much longer than you did, you can still get into the spirit of this. Cast your votes† for the above nominations or throw in your own via the Comment link or by email.
NOTE: This post does not represent an endorsement of thirteen year-olds making out at dances or behind the bushes or in the basement (or at the drive-in or in the old man’s Ford). I was stupid and wasted a lot of kissing. Not because Alonna or any of the others weren’t nice or cute or whatever, but because we were kids dealing in a commodity we didn’t understand. Anyway, if you miss the heart of this little jaunt through the past, you’re probably either too young or too old to be reading this particular piece. Try this one.
* I warned you, Mom.
** This was the song playing at the middle school dance when…well, you know.
† Anyone who was over 30 in 1989 is not eligible to vote. That’s gross.
…notable lack of Jayhawks around
…notable lack of Jayhawks around here today. Hmm.
Somebody needs to pass Bonnie
Somebody needs to pass Bonnie Bernstein a clue. Did she really think Roy was going to respond any other way? Ridiculous. I’m sure some folks will whine about the language, but who can blame the guy? Good for him for expecting a little decency and niceness. I wonder if some of these reporters actually trade in their consciences for a microphone and a can of hair spray.
Props to Boeheim and his
Props to Boeheim and his youngsters. I tried to warn people this could happen. Roy’s boys made a valiant effort at getting back in the thing, but they waited too long. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a worse non-Shaq free throw exhibition, and I can’t understand why they weren’t shooting threes. But Syracuse is fo’ real. Gerry McNamara is a local kid who I watched on the news all season last year as he led his high school team to a state championship. He could not miss from downtown in the first half. The Scranton folks are dancing in the snow tonight.
Just for Mike.
Just for Mike.
I walked in the room
I walked in the room tonight and Amy was watching the weather. The guy was predicting up to twelve inches of snow here tomorrow. I swear I thought she was watching something on tape. She wasn’t. Snow tomorrow. Lots. April 7. This is great for the cold our household can’t seem to shake.
Carmelo Anthony can go to
Carmelo Anthony can go to his left.
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