Tuesday, November 15, 2005


To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?
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Thursday, October 13, 2005

Both Shakespeare's Sister and The Heretik are talking about their brushes with fame. Got me thinking about my own.

I once walked into Lawrence Taylor. Long after he was the linebacker for the Giants I bot looking where I was going, slammed into the chest of one of the largest human beings I have ever seen in my life. Lightening bolt ear ring and all. I was leaving and he was entering the movie theater at a large mall in Nyack New York. All I could do was stammer 'uh...uh...sorry man'. The big man looked down and giggled. 'No problem kid."

I was once standing in line for an Amtrak ticket at the Providence Train Station. I got to the window and paid for and recieved my round trip ticket to New York City to visit my then-girlfriend (now Wife) about five years ago. I turned around and walking up the ticket line behind me was Sam Waterston. This was at a time when Law & Order was still a favorite of mine and I was blown away.
"Excuse me Sir, I don't want to be a pest, I just wanted to let you know that I am a big fan of your work." He smiled a bit and thanked me and we went about our business. Seemed nice didn't blow me off, I just walked away and let him have his privacy.
Let me first say that I have no idea what else could have happened to this guy that day. I don't no why he was travelling so have no basis to pass judgement; but I was an bit disappointed to see him red faced and flustered as he left the dining car shouting 'Do you have any idea who I am!'

At the small Vermont liberal arts college that I attended the Rugby team did all the security for the large concerts that the school hosted once a semester. The semester that I was on the Rugby team (hurt my ankle about two weeks into the season and decided that I really didn't want to play rugby I just wanted to drink as much as the rugby players did. And boy did I, but anyway) Buffalo Tom was the big musical act. In 1996 this was a very big deal. After spending a day preparing the gym for a few hundred college kids a white van pulled up to the back entrance of the building. A small red-headed guy gets out and starts saying hi but I don't catch his name. HE makes some jokes including one about the hat I'm wearing I throw some lame ass joke at him we trade good natured insults for the few minutes we work together unloading the bands equipment (guitars, basses, and amps) out of the van. A car later arrives with a few band members and I assume the guy I've been talking to is their roadie.

Hours later after I get something to eat and down as many beers as I can before the show, I come back to the gym just in time. Red-headed kid is on stage singing and playing. 'hey, how cool is it that these guys even trust their roadie enough to check their levels and do the soundcheck.'
'Roadie?! They don't have a roadie!' He was shouting now. "That's Bill Janovitz!"

After the show We were allowed into their huge backstage area where we -- and I assure you this is the truth as strange as it may sound -- played hangman on one of those enourmous dry-erase boards. And you would think that a creative bunch like one of my favorite local grunge acts would be good at hangman but alas when you get twenty college kids and a rock band together no one plays good hangman. A stramge evening.

In my sophmore year of college the (at the time) executive producer of The Simpsons David Silverman gave a presentation. I waited in line for hours and got great seats in the first couple of rows. His speech was entertaining but not very educational. Afterwards he managed to find the party at the biggest frat in town. After having more than a few warm beers he began taking requests for drawings and drew characters from the show all over the walls of the house. So long security deposit. Hello Hans Moleman.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Overdue Link Dump

I need to come up with a sustem to nots where I find these things. I just cruise around these blogs and book mark things that seem cool and forget to note who sent me in the right direction sorry.

Amen Sister!

Tim Burton's The Corpse Bride shot entirely with a Canon dSLR. The amateur phootographer in me is so excited by this, even though I will never be able to afford the type of camera I used its still something I could do (but won't because I'm Lazy) myself.

Gettin loaded in the oval.

A fantastic online project from the British Library. An exhibit of personal journals. The Leonardo Da Vinci journal is fasinating.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

The reasons that The Wife and I probably won't be moving for a long, long time. We just have too much stuff. See the Playstation there. I don't think I've played that thing in about five years. Can't seem to get rid of it though. Too lazy for eBay I have asked around and no one wants it. Like asking someone who owns a '65 mustang if they needed an Edsel to take up space in the garage. Who needs it when there are xBox's and the like allowing them to play against friends and strangers around the country. I hold on to things for strange reasons. I hold onto things that I know I will never use again but from apartment to apartment. I have three VCR's and have no plans to hook any of them up to a TV. Can't throw it out; it still works fine. Help me I have problems.

Why do I do that. I insist that I am helping because I am not wasting but isn't collecting dust in the botttom of a closet a waste?

With the move The Wife and I decided to invest in the much talked about DVR experience from our local cable outfit. Fucking awesome doesn't seem to be enough. It is so easy to watch what I want when I want with nearly no commercial breaks. It will forever change the way I watch TV.

We also upgraded (or what I currently believe to be an upgrade) to a cable ISP rather than the DSL we had at the old apartment. Much faster in my opinion. perhaps we just had a bad line at the old place but this cable line is much faster. Hands down.

Also moving has meant that I am left with five large boxes and an enourmous trunk of books that need to be organized and unpacked. The very large bookcase I had in the old place would not fit up the winding stairs of this one. I need shelves and I need them bad. I have one built in set of shelves in the living room and was able to unpack two boxes of my favorites in there but the books in boxes bother me. Of course not because I need them all out but I feel I may want to check on something or re-read things on a whim and having to take a look at so many boxes will deter me from it. Whatever. I know I am nuts.

I have a few blogs that I just found and instantly became dailies --- Shakespeare's Sister,, -- Lance Mannion, -- Everything and Nothing. Go and enjoy.

Be sure to enjoy the Photoblog.

Monday, September 19, 2005

why is it that I cannot put together more than one paragraph on the same topic?

Eleven days since my last post and I must admit that I cannot come up with one good reason why it has been so long. Sure I'm busy but not so busy that I don't spend at least an hour surfing the internet for some kind of inspiration that doesn't exist. I have the photoblog to contend with but if you take a look you'll see that I am failing at the post-a-day rule over there as well. I also have a few Moleskine notebooks that stay in my backpack as I carry them to and from work every day. I wrote in them every day for a couple of days. That was about a month ago. $14.99 well spent.

I spent yesterday in church. Perhaps you have heard of my cathedral Fenway Park. The sermon was pretty bad though with the Sox losing 12-3. You know what they say about a bad day at the ballpark...

I am not sure why but my blog reading has fallen off nearly as much as my blog writing. Since I found Photoblogs I have spent more and more time looking at photographs and less and less time reading blogs ( or anything else for that matter). I have been thinking about why that is. I have spent the last five years or so reading and trying to figure out what I should be writing. I wanted to be a writer. Still do, I think. But when I found photography and photoblogs I found the instant gratification alluring, almost addictive. I can take a picture, post it to my blog, and have other photographers take a look and send me their comments and ideas in minutes. Proofread? Edit? Think? Not so much. So how is it that I could just simply give up on something that was supposed to be a lifetime dream. I don't know. I've got issues.

As usual I'm late to the party with this but if you haven't yet seen the Aqua Teen Hunger Force -- Do yourself the favor.

I am, of course, probably only here writing this right now because I am trying to avoid all news baseball. The Red Sox lost about an hour ago, not long after the yankees won. The lead is down to a half of a game. I am very upset.

I've always wanted to have one of those cool things in the sidebar to show little pictures of the books I am reading. Sadly when it comes to HTML or CSS I'm all thumbs. If I could get it done right now it would say I am reading The Grapes of Wrath by Steinbeck. I read it every couple of years and have already warned The Wife that my mood may take a steady decline until I'm through with it. It happens every time.

Its all I've got for now folks. Its time for bed.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

music police

Anyone who finds this kind of thing hard to believe has been living in a fantasy world for the past 6 years.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

a few thoughts

Does anyone outside of New York realize that there is a man running for mayor named Anthony Weiner. I know that if I lived in the city I'd be voting for him. Hey look its mayor Weiner!

Please go here and read these quotes and follow jason's links to the original articles. There needs to be more awareness of this problem in this country. I know that we now have other things going on in the gulf but don't kid yourself into thinking that the two aren't related. The stagnant water covering the city is breeding more and more bacteria and the aftermath will include widespread disease. I don't think it will be Trent Lott checking into the hospital with e coli.

No administration could credibly investigate such an immense failure on its own watch. And we have learned through bitter experience - the Abu Ghraib nightmare is just one example - that when this administration begins an internal investigation, it means a whitewash in which no one important is held accountable and no real change occurs.
From today's editorial It's Not a 'Blame Game' in the New York Times.