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42. Drinking Song

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WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

– W. B. Yeats

Entourage & ELP

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In my fantasies I could imagine hearing Emerson, Lake & Palmer songs at hot LA parties, I know its not reasonable..

…but, if you listen in on the sixth season, 3rd episode (“Three’s Company”) of Entourage, when the boys go out for a guys night out – the swanky restaurant is playing “Tank” (of tehir self titled album) ever so faintly in the background.

P.S. this is the same episode in which Larry Birkhead (Anna Nicole’s Baby Daddy) has a cameo.

[tags]entourage, emerson, lake, palmer, tank[/tags]

Verizon throttling BitTorrent and p2p traffic?

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For about a week now I believe Verizon (DSL, Philadelphia) has started throttling my BitTorrent and P2P (SoulSeek) traffic.

I have tried a range of software, checked for firewall/NAT issues. Nothing solves the problem. Asking around it doesn’t appear that friends in different Verizon service regions have been experiencing the same issues.

Does anybody know if there is any truth to this? 

What have I done during the same period which may affected this:

  • installed iLife’08

[tags]verizon, throttle, dsl, torrent, p2p[/tags]

Eddy Grant, Alive

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edgrantI would have put money on the fact that Eddy Grant was dead. I somehow got the notion that he was mysteriously murdered on some Caribbean island in the late 1980’s. Well, good news. Eddy Grant, you’re not dead. Unfortunately your career as a pop singer still is.

Scooter, Dead

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Phil Rizzuto, what can I say,  I never liked you. Now take it I never knew you as a baseball player, only the senile old man who tried to announce baseball games but had no actual interest in what was actually taking place on the field. You are one of the many reasons I despise the Yankees. Growing up I would sit with my neighbors on their porches and we would listen to you babble during Yankee games. They would tell me how great you were, I never got it. All you would do is congratulate seemingly random people throughout New York, New Jersey and Connecticut for birthdays, anniversaries, and bah mitzvahs. You paid zero attention to the game – I did not appreciate it. I wanted George Grande to punch in he side of the head. I would listen to my neighbors talk about how great the Yankees were, but all I can see was a less than average team (1988-89-90). Rickey Henderson was cool, I’ll give you that.

Phil, you made it to the Hall of Fame, even though you didn’t really have the #s to back it up (you were veteran’s committee vote-in). So what, you were definitely a character and thats something this world needs more of.

[tags]scooter, phil, rizzuto[/tags]

Altamont Reactions Revisited

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In less than an hour’s span I unintentionally came across two songs revealing the resentment toward the Rolling Stones’ for what happened at Altamont [and they’re both written by Mcs! (not Micks!)]:

1.) I happen to be perusing for an annotated version of the lyrics to Don McLean’s “American Pie”[yeah, whatever] and the Mick and The Stones references are less than benign:

So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

2.) I also accidentally downloaded a song by Gene McDaniels called “Jagger the Dagger” (I was looking for “Chip Chip”). What I found was a good taste of the resentment that the African American Community had toward Mick Jagger (and The Rolling Stones) for the death Meredith Hunter at Altamont.

Mark French writes up the album and provides a download on Uppity Music.

The song is hard to lyrically decipher [hence the poor transcription], however the intent is clear:

Jagger doin’ the devil dance
Just a victim of circumstance
Jagger wheelin'[?] the Rolling Stone
He and the devil, now he’s all alone
Jagger lived in the world of one
Now he’s learning the devil’s style
Jagger played a heavy game
He’s free from guilt and he’s free from shame
… Jagger doin’ the devil dance…

[tags]rolling stones, altamont, eugene, mcdaniels, don, mclean, american pie[/tags]

 

A Great July for Erik Bedard

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Congratulations to Erik Bedard for a 5-0 (2.22 ERA) Month of July which earned him his first AL Pitcher of the Month award. During the month he had a remarkable 52 strikeouts in just over 40 innings pitched.

Tonight, Bedard extended his winning streak to 8 and added 11 more strikeouts to his MLB leading count of 192.

[tags]orioles, bedard, erik[/tags]

this site is 2 years old.

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longer than i expected!

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Ingmar Bergman R.I.P.

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In sad news Ingmar Bergman lost his last chess match today.

 

1918-2007

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

I hope I never get so old I get religious.

Albert Ellis, R.I.P. (1913-2007)

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By not caring too much about what people think, I’m able to think for myself and propagate ideas which are very often unpopular. And I succeed.

Self-esteem is the greatest sickness known to man or woman because it’s conditional.

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.

– Albert Ellis