Dogs With Attitude

Apparently these dogs in Tennessee have been listening to some N.W.A. as they are all about F**k Tha Police. 






Or at least F**king Tha Police car's bumper.

Words of Wisdom

The back page of Men's Journal is called "Survival Skills" which consists of about a dozen questions with some celebrity about life-assisting skills and advice and whatever.  In March's issue the person is Anthony Hopkins.  I read this over a month ago but I love his answer to the final question and keep thinking about it.  And hope I always do. And hope I put it to use.

Q: What advice would you give the younger you?
A: Lighten the fuck up.

I've Got Title-Writer's Block

I went to see Hamell On Trial tonight at Beachland Ballroom here in the Cleve. Good stuff as always.

Although I have to say it brings up a lot of NYC memories. The brain really gets a chance to get a bit bonkers when sitting there at the bar by myself listening to songs I knew years ago. Hamell was always a sure thing for an entertaining night out of the apartment and I went to see him a bunch when I was in NYC -- alone, with my wife, with friends. Anyway, I've moved and I still get a taste which is nice. Maybe not as frequently, but perhaps that makes it all the sweeter.

I also find my thinking a bit funny that on my way to the show I found me saying to myself, "What a pain in my ass to have to drive to see a show. It was so much easier in NYC when I'd just walk or subway to a show and then whip back home." Well on the way back from the show I actually took note of the clock in my car and it took me 12 minutes to get from the venue to my driveway. 12 minutes! That shit couldn't happen in NYC no matter how I opted to travel.

So all in all it was a good night.  I just wish I didn't have so much past in my head. I feel old.  And a little crazy.

Brite and Snowy

Heading to the Brite Winter Festival in a little while. Conveniently Mother Nature is being wintery as fuck right now. 31 degrees and snowing like crazy. This should be fun. A little defience of winter is always good. Especially in Cleveland where the trend is to hibernate until May.

TechnoSkate

I don't really skate enough to warrant anything like this, but these skates seem pretty damn cool: MLX Skates.

At least according to this release and the company web site (it must be true then!) the skates are better fitting, technologically advanced, modifiable and sleek looking.  With parts that can be replaced and people behind the product that give a crap.  Sounds worth a try for those who need it.

My skating a few times a year probably doesn't qualify me.  Damnit! 

The Illustration Says It All

I was looking at the news section of Google today and among the headlines was this:

I had to do a second look to confirm that the illustration was for real.  It certainly was.  And it's great.

I am guessing Google just takes an arbitrary image from related stories without any real human interaction or concern.  So although the top link is from USA Today, the illustration letting us know what this salami was going to result in came from dBTechno here:  Salami Recalled Over Fear Of Salmonella Bacteria

I don't want to tell you how to run your life, salmonella head, but you might want to get that ass closer to the toilet.

Little NY1 Things

Sometimes I really miss NYC. Funny, it's usually the little things rather than the being a part of it all sort of situation.  I guess it's the little things that make the memories.  In NYC, it seemed that no matter where I lived or who I was with or what I was doing, NY1 was a constant.

I was just reading a little Village Voice as I tend to do every week or so (at the very least Savage Love) and saw this interview with Pat Kiernan. NY1. That's one of the little things I miss.

Back in my early days in NYC when I lived in an apartment in Brooklyn where my room was downstairs with only a small window linking to the outside world I relied on NY1 to let me know the weather.  Through that window it was hard to tell if it was raining or sunny.  It was just gloomy light that would filter through no matter what.  Before I lived there I'd watch TV and when the weather was on and they'd say, "Right now it's raining." I'd always think to myself, "You don't need to tell me that ... I can look myself" but in that apartment looking out a window for my own information wasn't really an option.  So in that place especially, Pat Kiernan and the rest of the crew would let me know what's up.  The ol' Weather on the 1s along with "In The Papers", Sports, Whipple's World, etc. made things a little easier and that crazy time.  From there, NY1 and I were tight.

On top of our through-the-TV friendship, NY1 was located in the same building where I worked at that point too.  I used to see Lewis Dodley out having a smoke between segments and would always keep (a sadly unsuccessful) eye out for Gigi Stone in hopes that maybe she'd like to have some sort of newsworthy rendezvous with me.

Year later when I lived in Stuytown, Amanda Farinacci lived on my floor.


I couldn't escape NY1 if I wanted to (not that I wanted to) ... and now that I have escaped it's a lonely and uninformed world.