Following up my last post, Chris Lemon mentioned a really neat show that’s going to be on ESPN Classic this weekend: America’s Pastime: Vintage Base Ball LIVE! It’s a live telecast, from a historic ball park, of two clubs playing vintage “base ball” under the 1886 rules, and wearing 19th century uniforms. I would love to see it in person, but since I can’t, TV will have to do. (One of these days I need to add a Baseball category to this weblog.)
I so wish I could go to this event. To watch a minor league ball game in an old ballpark in which everyone is dressed 1930s style? It would be almost like time travel! But unfortunately, I don’t live in California so I can’t go. Darn.
C’mon, you’ve done it. I’ve done it. And Pamie has done it. “It” being, in this case, searching for old friends via Google. Sometimes I’ve had pretty good luck with it, other times not so good. I am both proud that so many of my friends are successful, and ashamed that I don’t quite measure up. I don’t usually write to the people I find, though, even though I probably should. I just figure they’ll think it’s weird that I contacted them. It’s even weirder because 95% of my friends were male, and I always think that maybe by now they are married or something, with wives that would think it was weird to hear from a female friend. It makes me kind of sad.
Anyway, read Pamie’s post, then read the comments with it for the extra-happy ending.
Those who know me know that I am not a girly girl. Makeup, shoes, dresses, perfume… not really a big deal to me. I find Sephora stores more intimidating than enticing. Despite this, I am excited — no, thrilled — to see that Lush is coming to Seattle (well, Portland first). For years I have been going to Vancouver, or sending orders with friends to Vancouver, or ordering online just to get products like the awesome “Back for Breakfast” shower gel (alas, they discontinued “Crush”, which smelled exactly like orange juice!), but the best way to buy Lush is to go into the stores and, well, smell everything.
Normally I hate perfumy places and can’t tolerate many perfumes at all, especially floral ones. But in general, Lush stores smell good and the perfumes there don’t irritate my lungs, as long as I avoid a few specific products.
I know so many other people who love Lush products that I am afraid their store will be swamped when it opens. Just like when Krispy Kreme opened in Issaquah. If only Lush would be open 24 hours a day like the KK is.
We are getting some amazing lightning right now in the Seattle area. Max was able to get some good photographs and has posted them at his weblog.
A massive amount of xenophobic spam in German has been hitting e-mailboxes all over the place lately.
This is bad enough, but, like many spammers, the idiots sending this are forging return addresses. One of which is mine. So I have been getting hundreds of bounce messages for these every day, since last week, for spam I had nothing to do with: racist spam that has my address on it. I can only imagine how many of those spams actually do get through, and how many people are unsophisticated enough to think I actually sent it.
I cannot understand why anyone would do such a terrible thing as this.
After the assassination of John Lennon in 1980, a radio engineer put together a montage of all Beatles songs. This was a lot harder to do back then, on tape, than it would be now. An updated version (with the Anthology songs from the 1990s) can be found here.
I remember hearing a similar montage on one of the Seattle radio stations around the same time. I wonder if it was the same montage?
The station I heard it on rebroadcast it a few times, once during a “Beatles A-Z” weekend. That time, they gave a prize to the first caller to point out which song included in their version of the montage wasn’t by the Beatles. The interloper was “Glad All Over,” by the Dave Clark Five. I didn’t get through on the phone to claim the prize, though.
Today’s great segue takes us back to the 80s: “This Time” by INXS, into “Hold Me Now” by the Thompson Twins. The first ends on a held guitar chord, then the opening piano riff of “Hold Me Now” comes in in the same key, fitting perfectly. The second song is slower than the first but not too slow, and both melodies have a certain wistfulness that ties them together.
(Disclaimer for this and future entries: I am a melody person, not a lyrics person. In other words, my impression of a song usually comes from the music, almost never from the words. Often I have trouble even figuring out the lyrics other than the really obvious ones; it’s just something weird about how my brain works. So when I say a song is “wistful” or “angry” or anything like that, unless I mention otherwise, I’m probably describing the music. Which is occasionally at odds with the lyrics, but that’s rock and roll for ya.)
Forget Bush/Cheney or Kerry/Whoever — the ticket of the day is Bush/Zombie Reagan 2004!
“Difficult times call for great leaders — men of vision, strength and courage. Men like George W. Bush and the shambling, reanimated corpse of Ronald Reagan.”
The FAQ is hilarious:
“Both the Administration and the party are confident that George Bush’s eloquence and pesonal style will not be overshadowned by a lumbering, flesh-eating corpse. Well, mostly confident.”
Yes, I do have bad taste. Why do you ask?
I was just reading In The Presence of Mine Enemies by Harry Turtledove. It’s an alternate history in the “Nazis won WWII” mode, and, unfortunately, an awfully poor one. But as I finished the book and replaced the dust cover, I noticed something that made me laugh. Apparently 2010 Berlin looks a lot like Seattle. (Yes, in the background of the picture you see the Washington Mutual building and the King Street Station tower.)
Blues legend Robert Johnson had a unique talent. Some said he made a deal with the Devil to get it. His legend was only amplified by the mystery of his life and death; he died, poisoned, at 27, leaving behind 29 songs and only two photographs.
He also left behind a son who never knew him. This is the bittersweet story of that son, Claud Johnson.
Finally, a voice of sanity in the monorail debate. It’s nice to see in a week when the anti-monorailers have been extra loud and smug.
I am so tired of the constant anti-monorail drum-beating in certain circles. (Seattle Weekly, this means you. I know you feel you have to be different from the Stranger, but this is a really stupid way to go about it.) What’s especially frustrating is the amount of dishonesty in some of the naysayers’ arguments — for example, the monorail isn’t cutting right through the green space in Seattle Center (it’s going to run along the access road at the north end of the fountain area), and the Center is far from being a site of silent meditation as some would portray it. Seattle Center is active and raucous, and full of life. Anyone going there expecting quiet will be disappointed. There’s an amusement park on the grounds!
This week’s fire in the old Monorail does tell us that safety should be emphasized in the new one — but it’s going to be. It will be new technology, with new safety improvements that didn’t exist in 1962. The old Monorail is 42 years old, and has been very safe in that time period. Statistically, it’s a much safer ride than being in a car or bus on Fifth Avenue below.
I am so tired of the “Seattle process.” Stop talking the monorail to death and just build it. Now.
Did any of you see this? I saw the flash, then heard some odd booming noises. I was briefly worried, because I thought the noises sounded like someone trying to break in, and I thought maybe the flash had been a police helicopter spotlight looking for a fugitive, and the light had flashed by my window. Yeah, I know, overactive imagination. But the sky was clear and there was no thunder, so it didn’t seem to be lightning.
I wish I had been looking up when it happened. I’ve seen a meteor fireball before, but never anything this bright.
The Day After Tomorrow, thoroughly mocked. Full of spoilers, but you won’t care.
MR. LIBRARIAN: OMG WE CAN’T BURN BOOKS!
SAM: Look, if we don’t burn ’em, ain’t nobody gonna live to read ’em.
MR. LIBRARIAN: FINE. You can burn anything but the Gutenberg Bible, because even though I’m an atheist and don’t believe in it, it’s the first printed book ever and the printed word is our finest human achievement.
SAM: Whatever. Hand me that Ayn Rand.