Saturday, October 23, 2004

All You See Is... Crime in the City.

When I was in high school I kept a blue one subject notebook for putting down any and all quotes and song lyrics that I felt (at the time) were so deep and meaningful. Needless to say that I'm pretty sure you can find all of the lyrics to Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit in there. I tried typing them all in to the computer once but I realized that since I was only using a word processor and not a database I had no real way of them being organized or cross-referenced. I lost the notebook just before going to college. I truly was one of the biggest geeks I know.

From time to time I'll be throwing down some quotes here. From what I'm reading or a movie or just something I found clever. I'll the deep meaningful teenage angst to a minimum.

I'm about halfway through Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem. So far it is one of the best new books I've read in a while. The story of Dylan growing up in Brooklyn of the nineteen seventies, chock full of references to song, film and comic books. I highly recommend.

This graph grabbed me -

Dylan understood what Mingus wanted him to see. The painted names had
conquered the bridge, pinned it to the secret street, claimed it for
Brooklyn. The distance between Mono's and Lee's blaring, blurry, timeless
ten-foot letters and the binder-scribble and wall scribble, the gnomic marks
everywhere, might be traceable, step by step. Tags and their invisible
authors were the next skully or Marvel superheroes, the hidden lore.
Mingus Rude pulled out his half-eaten knish and nibbled it and the two of them
stood in awe, apes at a monolith, glimpsing if not understanding their future. The
cars rushing below knew nothing. People in cars weren't New Yorkers anyway,
they'd suffered some basic misunderstanding. The two boys on the walkway,
apparently standing still: they were moving faster than the cars.



I havae always wished that I had grown up in any of the five burroughs. I remember watching The Cosby Show and dreaming of living in a brownstone in Brooklyn. The way the houses were all attched but seperate, having a stoop, having a parents business in the basement to use those cool doors that are below the sidewalk as an entrance to that. It all seemed to be the absolute coolest place to grow up. By the time I was in junior high school and taking the bus into downtown Providence I would try to convince myself that it was the same as being able to use the New York City Subway service. The world would be my at my fingertips if I were there.

Well thanks to Lethem, for the next week or so I get to grow up in New York.


Look Ma, No Wires!!

First off, I still have not composed my thoughts enough to effectively write about the Red Sox and Yankees series. I have been waiting for this all of my life and to watch another world series with the Red Sox is bringing me back to being nine years old. I told everyone this was our year (of course I have been saying that for about 16 years.) Expect some sort of post but it may have to wait until after the series. If the Sox lose it may be much, much longer. Go Sox!

In other news, we here in The Fog have decided it was time to step into the present and get a high speed internet connection. We are also wireless now. I feel that after all this time we are finally using the laptop the way it was meant to be used. With the high speed connection its a whole new internet. No longer do I need to avoid the sites filled with images and animations. News clip and upcoming movie trailers are now accessible and I don't have to fill the time between loading pages talking to my wife -- just kidding hon. Anyway, I am as overwhelmed by the internet as I was in about 1992 or so.

I've been busy and neglectful of my blog responsibilities I know. I'll work on it.