had a blast visiting stan and deb this weekend! kids were great, home-cooking was excellent, and the company even better (as always.) to boot we rented croupier on a hunch … i’d never heard of it but the box said it earned good reviews. plot built up quite well and i thought it rated a b-plus. slick ending although there’s one part of it i’m still trying to figure out ;( p.s. i’m down wit alex kingston
Monthly Archive for December, 2001
on the blockbuster warpath to watch all of the stuff that either never made it to italy or is always rented at the nex, i thoroughly enjoyed one day in september – a great chronicle of the tragic events behind ’72 munich olympics terrorist attack, something i never really had any historical grasp on before. let’s just say the germans were the inverse of their efficient/high tech/vee-heff-RUUULZZ selves … and allowed a series of f__k-ups. film has very interesting interviews, original abc footage, and even a soundtrack that gets the led out.
my brother’s idea of a surprise: after i’ve travelled from the uk to st louis via boston, about 20 hours in all, he picks me up at the airport and tells me we’re going straight to a show at the pageant. it’s a fairly new music venue in town and bush was playing with alien ant farm and puddle of mudd. i had seen this listed on the pageant’s site before i came home, but it was sold out, and i just figured it was too close to my arrival anyway. pete had other ideas and had somehow managed to procure a couple of tickets. i complained a little, but i ended up enjoying it, even though i’ve seen bush about three times in my concert-going career. music was cool and the venue was excellent. i’ve now just about recovered from that long day and have been chillin with all the familia.
this nice bit on former indy whfs dj damien conjured(sp?) up great memories of what real alternative/college radio was like in the mid to late 80s. my college wonder years included a 1-hour commute each way and you had to tune into something after the traffic report and sports scores to get you through. whfs was great because it was never about some idiot dj trying to ‘entertain’ you, nor was it a tool of the evil record labels to saturate you, nor did they even have a real advert program … the djs really had control of the play list and that was the hook that got you to program them into the 1st fm button on your radio. only damien could play traffic’s +12-minute ‘low spark of high heeled boys'; only weasel could play the rem’s ‘superman'; only neci would play the clash’s ‘strait to hell'; who else could broadcast live james brown’s first words after he got out of jail? to boot, they usually re-broadcasted live concerts on sunday nights and i’d always have a 90-min cassete ready to record. i enjoyed grunge and so-called alt music yet i think the industrial boom they both ushered in pushed whf$ into its current commercial biz … although whfs still retains some uniqueness, it’s a shell of its former self. i was working the 2nd shift when i turned 30, and after getting home at 0-dark-30 i got thru to neci and requested the feelies’ rarely-played cover of patty smythe’s ‘dancing barefoot’ (and taped it) – she immediately knew i was old school/pre-fab, and obliged me by broadcasting what i inexplicably feel is a really powerful song and what proved to be both a great birthday gift and a fitting segue(sp?) out of my 20s and into (sigh) my 30s …
more ammo for fro:boy’s hatred of miss lopez; i’ll concede he’s got a point
santa rocks! i always did dig the santa claus. when i was little, i loved it when mom took us to tell him what we wanted for Christmas. probably cuz i was spoiled and pretty much got whatever i asked for. i had the meanest collection of hot wheels in my neighborhood and was constantly getting new bikes. this mostly due to the fact that i kept having mine stolen. this was the ‘city’ part of st louis we were living in, after all. i stopped counting at about five. they’d be stolen from inside the house sometimes, usually from an enclosed back porch we had. i remember one time, the thief actually broke into our basement and we almost caught him. we heard noises, called the cops, but he/she/they were onto us and left before reinforcements arrived. i was creeped out because there were bare footprints left on the basement floor. i had recurring nightmares after that. anyway, back to santa….i put together this fro:boy and family santa slide show to honor the man and the season.
testing out a cool new feature called blogsnob. it’s a text-based ad that links to another blog (over on the left margin). each time my page is loaded, a different blog link appears. meanwhile, a link to mine is appearing on someone else’s webpage somewhere. it’s a great way to discover new weblogs.
my sister, elaine, at 16 months in 1964 and her newest boy, elias, at about 6 months, earlier this year. like mother, like son.
i just want to say that i finally tried the highly touted roasted chestnuts. i always wondered about them, as they star in at least one famous Christmas song. always thought i was missing out on some essential part of Christmas season enjoyment. well, i was walking around cambridge city centre sunday and i was able to pry my eyes away from the young university girls enough to spot a street vendor selling them. he was roasting them over a gas stove(ok, not the authentic ‘open fire’, but can’t have everything) and a small bag was only 1 pound. the gentleman even gave me one to sample as i pathetically admitted that i had never tasted one. i must say that they are worthy of the hype and all the lyrical references. and they go great with an ale.