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Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Truth about Gout


Is it just me, or is GOUT totally on fire these days? I feel like I can't get through 10 minutes of television without seeing a gray fox in serious foot-pain or some guy walking the streets carrying around a humungous frigging beaker of green liquid. Don't be fooled by television, gout is not the new fever and I don't see there being any gout-breaks in the near future. But, it is serious and incredibly painful. If you suddenly come down with a case of unforeseen pain in your metartarsals and find yourself wondering, "Could it be true? Do I have a case of the dreaded gout?", here are ten crucial things you need to know agout.

Top 5 symptoms of Gout

1) Bad Attitude

2) Swollen feet/limps

3) Violent outbursts

4) bad breath
5) loss of memory

Top 5 remedies for Gout
1) Ice
2) Taking your shoes off under your desk
3) Cigarettes
4) Chicken Parm subs
5) Watermelon slice candies


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Shameful Mistakes of Yore

I was thinking the other day that I should discipline myself, I mean really hurt myself for the following shameful mistakes of my adolescence, starting with:




Rollerblading. If only I didn't strap on those fruit boots that first time and let the wind blow back my......

























"undershaved" bowl Cut, while I listened to............












311 on my disc man, then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have to......




















strangle myself with my old pooka shell necklace.










In conclusion, for a guy who is of European descent, I really looked like an asian in my adolescence. However, that wasn't due to my own mistakes, as there was nothing I could do about that since God made me that way. Besides, chicks kind of dig it , I mean look at me now ferchrissakes.....




































LoneStars and Drummies


Former Marlins manager Jack McKeon talking about Beckett and that slob Brad Penny in the Palm Beach Post:

In between innings they’d go to the clubhouse to get a drink or hang out,’’ McKeon recalled this afternoon from his home in North Carolina.

“I said, ‘Hey, I got no rule against going up if you have to go to the bathroom or something, but get back.’ A couple of times I looked down the bench to talk to somebody and they weren’t there. They were in the clubhouse. So I went up and got them out and said, ‘OK, boys that’s it. We’ll lock the door.’”

Raise the corpse of Will McDonough. There's a new Texas Con Man in Boston.....

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

So Bad! So Bad! Sweet Caroline's Comes to Boylston

The potential apex of nauseating Red Sox commercialization has come to the Boylston street space formerly occupied by Fenway Cantina. Sweet Caroline's sits across from overpriced Jerry Remy’s and down the block from the annoyingly themed Epcot Center Landsdowne Street. Like Jerry Remy's and El Tiante, Sweet Caroline's is a Red Sox namesake, but this is different. This is the first time a false Henry Group-created tradition has spawned a shitty Fenway bar.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Al's the Man.

So wait a minute...you're telling me this guy wasn't already dead?

Look at all that leather...

Top 5 Most Enjoyable Reads (that I can remember)

"I got out of journalism because some sons of bitches bought my newspaper and it stopped being fun." - David Simon on his transition from working as a writer for the Baltimore Sun to writing a book.  If you're not familiar with Simon, he's the creator of the HBO series, The Wire, and his book The Corner which he co-wrote with Ed Burns is basically The Wire in a nutshell, a true account of the devastation of a West Baltimore community due to the entrenchment of a serious drug market.  If you've ever wondered why we can't just win the war on drugs, or "fix" poverty, the income gap, or poor school systems, this is why.  Simon does a masterful job of displaying the intricate web our society has spun itself, the different players in the game, and the trickle down effect of issues that may seem completely uncorrelated to the naked eye. 
Life-changing.  Literally.  It's deep, it's challenging at times, but it is eye opening in the way you live your life on so many levels.  The book itself is actually a dialogue account of a 5-episode PBS interview series between Bill Moyers and mythologist, Joseph Campbell, making for a rather unconventional read.  There's certain people that just have that gift of captivating speech, and Campbell is one of them.  He puts things in such an interesting perspective that you forget he's even talking about ancient myths because the underlying messages resonate so heavily with our lives as humans.  I don't know if this book made me happier as a person in any sense of that word, but it definitely gave me a better sense of what it means to be happy and what it means to be alive.

Don't let David Lynch's 1984 film adaptation turn you off.  The Dune universe created by Frank Herbert is like nothing I've ever be exposed to.  It's unfathomable how much detail goes into each of the Dune novels, which is one of the many ingredients that makes them so wonderful to read.  In the second book of the series, Messiah captivates from the opening chapter and ends in thrilling conclusion.  It's my favorite Dune book and definitely the one that got me hooked.  If you're a sucker for any sort series, like I am, then I highly recommend the (first six) Dune novels.
This is the best book I've ever read.  I don't understand how you can even create a literary work such as this.  It's mentioned on so many "best novels of all time" lists that I felt pretentious reading it at first.  I even got made fun of on more than one occasion by people who noticed me reading it.   Prior to picking it up I was skeptical for sure.  So many "classic"  novels that I've read or attempted to read in the past have fallen short with me, simply on the fact that they were written over 70 years ago, I live in the 21st century, and we have absolutely nothing in common.  Not the case with Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead, which makes it even that much more of an accomplishment considering it was created in 1943.  The premise of the story revolves around protagonist, Howard Roark, a young architect who refuses to compromise his beliefs or the integrity of his work for the sake of fame or financial security.  Roark is Nicolaus Copernicus.  He is Neil Young and Bill Belichick; people who live their lives on their own terms, refusing to apologize or make concessions for anyone about what is expected of them, no matter what ends it may lead to. (Interesting note: the original manuscript was rejected by the first 12 publishers it was presented to.  Eventually a young editor named Archibald Ogden risked his job to get the novel published.  How fitting, no?)
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This was the first Philip K. Dick book that I ever read and is still my favorite work of his.  While loaded with David Lynch-like "is this really happening?" moments, Dick supplies a cohesive plot that keeps you turning the pages, as opposed to Lynch's more "make-of-it-what-you-will" approach.  Lots of philosophical questions raised in this one, if that's your cup of tea.  It'll leave you questioning...well, everything really.  Read the book for the last few pages alone.


WHAT IT BRINGS TO MIND:
I love science-fiction.  There's not much sci-fi, if any, that I won't test the waters of.  The one thing about modern sci-fi that bugs me though is that with every movie I see or book I read, I feel like I've already been taken to that place.  To be fair, we're all standing on the shoulders of giants to some degree; no skyscrapers without the Great Pyramids, no Beatles without Chuck Berry, no PB & J without sliced bread (you get the idea).  Even Terminator's basic premise was taken from the original TV series Battlestar Galactica.  But I'll use the TV show, Lost, as an example, which totally rips off Philip K. Dick's Ubik in multiple ways without reservation, even mentioning a Dick novel in one episode.  Unfortunately I got sucked into Lost, ultimately wishing that I could have back the 50+ hours of my life that I devoted to it.  Over the course of my Lost experience, I couldn't stop thinking of Ubik.  Both plots start similarly - a plane crash in Lost, a bomb explosion in Ubik, and subsequently a variety of events that follow leaving both the characters and reader/viewer wondering whether each is really happening or not.  Now, where Ubik succeeds and Lost fails lies in their conclusions (neither of which I will spoil for you).  My point is, if you want the experience of either of these, just save yourself the time and read some old sci-fi, because everything today feels like a regurgitated mishmash of what's already been done.  Which is why movies like Duncan Jones' Moon and Neill Blomkamp's District 9 were such welcome additions to the genre.  They definitely retained the classic sci-fi elements, but introduced new thought-provoking spins which is really what makes them worth watching, not just because they're science fiction.  The best works of art are said to reflect the current world around us, and while some of the themes of older works still hold up today, I really don't see the need to continue to rehash them over and over again (unless, of course, if it's really well done, like The Road).  Moon touches on hidden corporate agendas (i.e. every business on the planet), the withholding of information by the powers at be (i.e. every news outlet on the planet), and what I feel to be one of the most interesting topics in our world today: cloning.  Everyone does realize that humans successfully cloned another living entity, right?  That blows my miiiiiiind.  And it blows my mind even further that no one ever really talks about it anymore.  There's no doubt in my mind that some government on the planet has cloned a human at some point, regardless of what was done with him/her/it afterwards.  If you think otherwise, you're naive.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

The TOP 5

If I were stranded on an island...


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I'm not a huge fan of the Velvet Underground and Nico.  And although there are a few tracks on it that I really like, I'm not a huge fan of Loaded either, or a lot of Lou Reed's solo stuff.  But THIS record really does it for me.  Aside from "The Murder Mystery", the Velvets moved away from the psychedelic aspect of their songwriting on their third album (also largely due to John Cale being replaced by Doug Yule who sings lead vocals on the album's opening track, "Candy Says").  With all the psych-experimental nonsense that came along with Nico and White Light/White Heat subtracted from the equation, Reed's songwriting and voice, which has never sounded more delicate and true, are what make this album the classic that it is.  I dare you to listen to "Some Kinda Love" and tell me you don't hear Julian Casablancas.  Which leads us to the next choice.







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There are few moments when I witness something and can recall in vivid detail exactly where I was, what I was doing, and how I was feeling.  The first encounter I ever had with this band was one of those moments.  Is there a single fan of rock music that didn’t immediately get and buy into what the Strokes were selling when they burst onto the scene and steam rolled every lame aspect of that freakshow cesspool known as the late 90’s?  I’ve never followed mainstream pop music too rigidly, although I don’t know about you, but my god, I was pretty sick of hearing Limp Bizkit, Kid Rock, and Filter on the radio on a consistent basis.  What a breath of fresh air this one was.  I can listen to it at any point of any day and be content with the selection.  And even though “When It Started” is a great song, I really would have loved it if the U.S. versions of Is This It contained “New York City Cops” instead like the other global versions of the record.  








--> You'd think that the final studio album by one of the most respected and influential bands of all time would be more well known than Trompe le Monde isReleased in 1991 while the grunge scene was emerging, maybe it's another indicator of just how ahead of their time the Pixies actually were.  I think when most people think of the Pixies, they recall the more radio-friendly tunes like "This Monkey's Gone to Heaven", "Where is My Mind", or "Here Comes Your Man".  This record contains no such "hits", but in itself is one of the most complete albums front to back that I've ever heard.  Songs like "Alec Eiffel", "Motorway to Roswell", and the brief but incredible "Distance Equals Rate Times Time" cement Frank Blank and company in my mind as one of the most clever, talented, and just damn cool bands I've ever listened to. 








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Speaking of grunge, Pearl Jam have always held a special place in my heartEddie Vedder is someone who believes in what he's singing about, and I respect that, but it wasn't until this era of his band that I realized just how good of a lyricist he could be.  He was always pretty good at it, but there's some deep stuff on No Code that displays his craftiness with words and how well he  places them within the music (though don't mistake me for talking about melody because the guy wouldn't recognize a melody if it took a shit on his flannel).  As far as the band as a whole, in between the years of 1994 and 1998 PJ was in the midst of a phase in their career when they were making some excellent music that channeled this sort of pre-indie rock vibe.  For a recording artist to make a record that has an overall feel to it and to sustain that feel throughout the entire album can be a difficult thing to accomplish and is something that can turn a good album into a great album.  And that's why I love No Code.  I've never heard anything that "feels" quite like it as an album.  Jack Irons provides so many intangibles for this band as a drummer/percussionist and you can hear it on songs like "Who You Are" and "In My Tree".  They were certainly making their best music when he was a part of things.  I miss those days.  Pearl Jam ain't cool anymore for the kids, but if there's one Pearl Jam record that I would recommend for anyone who isn't into this band, this would be it. 








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I love everything about this album.  From the artwork, to the nerdiness of the band members, to the nostalgia that I get every time I listen to it.  Once that blue album is slipped into my cd player I find it nearly impossible to refrain (pun intended) from singing harmonies over Rivers Cuomo’s vocals.  This is the perfect pop record.  Each individual song is so well put together and they each separately touch upon such familiar subjects; insecurities about the opposite sex, surfing, growing up, that special place in your house where you can truly be yourself when no one’s around.  It probably helps too when your record is produced by former Cars frontman, Ric Ocasek.





I am just now noticing that every band I’ve mentioned with the exception of the Pixies are all making terrible music these days.  Go figure.  Nothing stays gold forever, Ponyboy. 

Guvna