How weird is this? I’m chillaxing in my bed late, it’s storming outside and I’m not able to get my mind to quit racing with the latest idea I’m dreaming up. My brains annoying like that sometimes. So I’m flipping through my itunes randomly picking tracks and as I go to listen to Ice Cube’s amazing “It Was a Good Day” I notice that it is exactly 4:20 in length. I’m pretty sure I never noticed before, which makes sense because when I used to listen to that song a lot was way back before I made my way over…
This is from an email that went around a few years back. It’s mildly amusing in its efforts to stereotype the Detroit neighborhoods and suburbs. Most people from around these parts have already seen it I’m sure, so this one’s for my boys back home, so you can get a taste of the kind of thing I gotta deal with!
Charlie Sheen might have declared “I’m not bipolar, I’m bi Winning” but I have come to the conclusion that I’m thri-polar and will proceed to demonstrate this audibly using my favorite song as a control. For the last several years that song is Such Great Heights by The Postal Service. They aren’t my favorite band and it’s not my favorite album, or even the genre of music I listen to the most. But down to the pure beauty of the song, the meaning of the lyrics, and because of that x-factor of whatever was going through my mind when I…
When Jackson was a baby he had plagiocephaly, which is the medical term for flat head. It wasn’t obvious to the naked eye at first, but about 6 weeks in it started to develop, and about four months into his sweet little life you couldn’t miss it, even though it was a fairly mild case. You can read all the scientific hows and whys here…, in his case it seems that it initially developed due to his fetal position in the womb combined with a soft skull.
His pediatrician said that it was purely cosmetic and advised against any
I was excited to be at the opening night of Charlie Sheen’s “Violent Torpedo of Truth Defeat is Not an Option Tour 2011″. The whole thing turned out to be a bizarre mess and in the end, even though it wasn’t an option Detroit made it one, and unfortunately he was defeated by this city. I don’t know if Detroiters felt like he had challenged them, this city hustles harder than any other and we never back down from a fight. For some reason the crowd was antsy from the off and looking to destroy the show, the boos came…
A while back I posted about a TV commercial… that had plagued my mind with wonder since I was young. I’ve pondered exploring the moral implications of what we are doing to ourselves, to our kids, by targeting them with bizarre surreal TV spots just to get a cheap rise out of them and make a quick buck. I’m sure there have been many qualified over-opinionated psychologists that have written book after book on the subject and I daren’t bother to compete with them. I wasn’t sure of what side of the fence I sat on with the argument but
There’s something about seeing Randy Jackson wearing a biker jacket on TV tonight that gives me the sensation the shark has jumped on the whole Ramones look thing. The irony does not escape me that the ‘jumped the shark’ idiom comes from a moment in TV history when a once cool guy decided to water-ski over a shark in a…that’s right – a leather jacket. And I don’t wanna be mean to Randy, I like the guy – he keeps it real – he’s my dog yo (if you know what I mean?). I know he’s worn leather jackets before…
In my last post I thought it would be interesting to capture the books on our shelves. And I think think it’s an interesting idea – to have the ability to look back years later and see what books we had in what order. But I’m realizing it’s probably only interesting to us – to me and my family. It’s a lot of hassle to list out all the books and the authors and in the end I haven’t the will to bother to explain how we even came to own these books and whether or not they are even…
I like books a lot. In fact I like books more than I like reading books, if that makes sense? For me having good literature on my bookshelves is as interesting as displaying great artwork on my walls. One of our dreams is to one day have a room that is wall-to-wall books, the kind you see in the movies where you have a step ladder that has to be wheeled around to get at the really high ones. And there’s something about the direction that books are going in that kind of gets me down. I’m not against these…