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Ah, what a glorious time of year it is. And what glorious people about us. And what big teeth they have, grandmother. The better to floss with you, my dear...
Friday, August 20, 2004
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| The Zen of Joe: the perfect art of happy monkey diaperness:: Joe | | 5:26 AM |
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Well, I had a couple of days off and worked on one thing... sleep.
Must have a touch of something because I've slept a stooooopid amount of time in the last day and a half (and look to do more shortly...) So, that's the nice way of saying, not a dern thing has been done and I don't feel even a little bad about it. I would like to send out B-Day shouts to Woody Williams and James Marsters. I'm sure they both haunt the site regularly so they'll see it and appreciate it.
In an attempt from keeping this post from being exceptionally lame (instead of, say, marginally lame--or if you're using the governmental warning level that would be, um, bright neon orange alert...) I'll shall do something spontaneous:
You know, this is taking a ridiculously long time for something spontaneous. I'm actually finding myself proofreading instead of doing, um, spontaneous stuff. Perhaps that's why I'll never cliffdive or kiss a pretty girl who I've never met just do it (although I suspect in the latter case pepper spray, arrest on sexual assault charges and the inevitable appearance on The Smoking Gun would probably be alternately acceptable reasons...) or, I dunno, become a Kabbalahist and pick a fight with a Scientologist just to see if I can ultimately get Madonna and Tom Cruise to go at it.
See, there are some people who are impulsive, live by the seat of their pants, caught up in the moment kind of people. We call them morons. Or slobs. Depending on whether they're pretty or not. It's the difference between someone who'd stand on the railing of the Titanic ala Kate Winslet and proclaim "I'm flying" and those of us at a buffet table awed at the fact that it's all free. Different priorities, different realities. I like to think that I'm going to grow into my reality--curmudgeon is a semi-endearing term, right? Whereas the dangling off the side of the boat people are kinda screwed once they hit their mid thirties and start finding wrinkles, aches, pains and the free drinks come only after the guys in the bar are drunk. Very drunk.
But who am I to judge? Heck, if you're a pretty young thing that can live in good conscience like you're going to live forever, far be it from me to harsh your buzz. Trust me, you'll have age, death and taxes to do that for you.
As for me, I'm happy just to do my work and go about my business (or bid-nazz as I like to refer to it) get stuff done and feel like that if I do get a couple freebies along the line it's because I earned a couple karma points here and there. There is something inherently rewarding about life pretty much kicking your ass on a regular basis and coming through it just a little clearer and just a little meaner. Makes it feel like you've done something--lived a little even if you haven't danced until dawn with a beautiful girl or whatever crap they're trying to sell nowadays.
I guess it all comes down to this: memories are lovely, but gumption is useful. Hopefully they're not mutually exclusive.
So sayeth the Joe
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
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| Happy B-Day, Bobby-D:: Joe | | 5:10 PM |
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Two quick things:
First, happy birthday to the baddest ass actor of all time, one Mr. Robert DeNiro. (Honestly, he's co-holder of the title with Clint Eastwood, but let's not argue semantics...)
Second, I think I've got the next Feature lined up. I'll let you all know more when it's official, but it's looking good so far.
-Joe
Monday, August 16, 2004
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| News and thoughts on Globalism as it relates to Ping Pong:: Joe | | 6:19 AM |
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I kinda dig these productive weekends. It was pretty good, all in all--forgetting the two freaking hours I wasted in "The Princess Diaries 2." How is it that this sequel can be funded and released and everyone paid and yet the literary brilliance that is "All Things Right and Beautiful" has yet to be picked up? Tis a sad, sad world. Maybe if I looked like Anne Hathaway. Maybe if I just hooked up with Anne Hathaway. I'm single, after all. If you're reading this Anne, you could do worse. Maybe not a lot worse, but worse is still a possibility.
And maybe that's why I'm not suited for sales. Anyway.
Did some final tweaking and mixing and rerecording for "lilies of the field" and its associated tracks. It's starting to come together, kiddies. It'll be sweet, I tell ya. I also finished another remix of an Over the Rhine track. We'll see what they have to say about it (I e-mailed them a top-secret link) but when the NEP site gets tweaked a bit I'll probably throw it on there.
My new article has been submitted (along with a photo and brief bio--God have mercy on us all) to the Birdhouse. Seems that I might be attaining "regular" status up in the 'House, which is kinda rockin' in its own right.
New items have been added in the Store. Check 'em out. Good music, good books and good movies, what more can you ask for?
And in other newsiness: the Olympics have started. Once again the equestrian can weigh heavily on the hearts and minds of Americans everywhere (but especially in, say, America...) Seriously, who cares? The biggest story they could wrench from this go-round was Michael Phelps trying to be the best amateur swimmer since Mark Spitz.
Now I realize that sports seldom have meaningful implications for day to day life (when was the last time you had to hit an 88mph slider on your way to the copy machine?) but swimming? Equestrian? Table Tennis??? Might as well throw Yahtzee and lawn darts in while you're at it.
The Olympics was a novel idea for a Grover Cleveland (second time around) America and downright riveting during the Cold War, but now it just seems like a big block party where all the neighbors either don't care about each other or don't like each other. They're there to get their wieners and chips and then go home to watch TV. I guess if you're from Bulgaria beating out America or China or anyone for that matter is a big deal, but the Olympics hold our national imagination about as much as a PBS special on the history of grass (the lawn kind) in Poland. And why should it? The American "Dream Team" in basketball is more fun to watch because they're self-destructing and that's pretty much it. There is no great rivalry anymore and it consists of a bunch of second-tier sports when baseball season is in full swing and NFL preseason is starting. Not a tough choice--watch Pujols beat the living behoolies out of a baseball, a bunch of third string NFLers crunch it out for playing time or watch the international amateur handball finals?
I don't mind funding it. I'm not against having it. But seriously, do they expect me to care just because there's an American rowing team?
-Joe
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