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Month: August 2008

Blue Morning, Blue Day.

18-1. There are tee-shirts done in Patriots colors to mock the blemish on my home team’s just-short-of-epic season. Yesterday, baby-bro threw a one on the board and “the streak” is over. Today my ego is bruised and my muscles sore after a miserable 118 from the blue boxes. Yeah, I spent the glorious afternoon flailing aimlessly like a peasant swinging a sickle in an endless field of weeds. Still, I have to credit bro for playing a smart game. While I hack away with the heavy lumber spraying errant orbs every direction but straight, Corey wisely pokes an iron safely into the fairway. The big difference though, is in his putting. The three and four putts are history, and that was always my advantage.

Win or lose, it was a way over par day for golf and a heartwarming experience to see how far my brother has come.

The Fear of Words

Infinite words are poised at a bottleneck looking for a way out, but haven’t yet found their way. A few trickle…

Fuck Your Fear
I took some acting classes after college. I recall the spotlight fright when I did that monologue from “All My Sons” in front of humans. It turned out fine. The fear was unwarranted. It usually is. There’s a book on improvisation by Mick Napier called, Improvise – Scene from the inside out . One theme says fear causes actors to “freeze, or stick to safe-but-boring actions and scenes.” Napier tells the reader to fuck our fear. Do something. Anything. Even if it’s wrong, and see where it leads you.

Highway to Hell
Looks like I won’t be buying any AC/DC. Not that I’ve actually bought a record of theirs since “Back in Black,” but Walmart sucks and won’t be getting quid from me.

America’s Outrageous War Economy!
Eisenhower warned us, but the Bush administration has pushed the evil of the “military-industrial complex” to new depths. Read Paul B. Farrell’s piece on Marketwatch.com to get a sense of what it’s costing your children and grandchildren.

There are places in the desert where the sun and wind work tirelessly like a potter’s wheel and oven and no one notices. They are vistas of stunning natural art, but nobody’s looking.

Speaking of stunning, natural art, mother and child is always a good theme…

Olympic Optometry

Awake from my Olympic coma, I’m seeing this year after not watching with any interest since Montreal’s games of 1976. The US-USSR boycotts of ’80 and ’84 soured me, and by 1988, my Seoul was devoted to incumbent children and the reinforcements on the way. The doping scandals of recent games impairs enjoyable viewing, but we now know the phenomenal, fraudulent records of the East Germans beginning in 1968 were in part a result of a government sponsored, systematic doping of more than 10,000 young German athletes. East Germany is no more, but for many of these former Olympians, health issues linger, including birth defects in their children.

Speaking of children, some of the Chinese gymnasts from the “Women’s” team look more like peers of my 7 year old granddaughter than the 16 year olds they’re purported to be. The distorted pressure etched into the young faces of the US team members was striking; the pressure on them to win immense. While they made some big missteps last night, the protocol of composure was maintained. It seems these girls are trained to shed blood before tears and it makes one wonder about the long term psychological impact of crushing competitive stress at such a young age. The Chinese age debate is not the only question regarding those tumbling, vaulting and balancing. Enrico Casella, the coach of the Italian women’s team, has one about the Americans. “They are so muscular. My gymnasts in Italy aren’t that big. You begin to wonder how they got that way.”

This year, the number of drug tests will increase to 4,500 and the International Olympic Committee expects 30 to 40 positives. Doping is a competition just like other Olympic events, and as testing becomes more sophisticated, cheating advances to deceptively strive for gold. Next on the horizon is “Gene Doping,” as cheaters hope to avoid discovery by altering themselves on a cellular level. The latent effect on these athletes and their offspring as they try to biochemically engineer themselves into legends is unknown, but potentially devolving into a remake of “I Am Legend.”

Why, in 2008, are athletes still cheating? How is it cheaters can celebrate deceitful victory? Sure, some rationalize their con and reap stolen reward. What about those with any functioning conscience? That must be a brutal existence, especially since the IOC now keeps blood samples 8 years for retesting using exams not yet invented. Once caught, the legacy is forever changed. I know former US Olympian Marion Jones is sitting in prison for lying to federal investigators about using steroids, but I have no idea in what events she comp-cheated.

I had originally conceived this post to highlight the stunning performance of American swimmer Jason Lezak in the anchor leg of the Men’s 4×100 freestyle relay. Lezak made up a full body length lead on boastful Frenchman Alain Bernard with the fastest 100-meter split in the history of the games to help the US upset the heavily favored French. Bernard looked like a man who had been tasered as he disbelievingly stared at the scoreboard. It was as if he saw his words from earlier in the day flashing on the huge LCD screen: “The Americans? We’re going to smash them.”

I’m all man! Almost…

According to this online tool that guesses your gender according to your surfing habits, the likelihood of me being a man is 99%. Based on the numbers below, if you want to be more manly, shop for tires and avoid Cafemom.com…

Likelihood of you being FEMALE is 1%
Likelihood of you being MALE is 99%

Site

Male-Female Ratio

tirerack.com

1.86

realclearpolitics.com

1.82

engadget.com

1.7

wsj.com

1.67

digg.com

1.56

buy.com

1.44

foxnews.com

1.41

edmunds.com

1.41

autotrader.com

1.35

huffingtonpost.com

1.35

radioshack.com

1.33

mozilla.org

1.33

nada.com

1.33

latimes.com

1.3

download.com

1.27

nydailynews.com

1.27

xmradio.com

1.27

bostonherald.com

1.25

autobytel.com

1.25

acura.com

1.25

circuitcity.com

1.2

nypost.com

1.2

kbb.com

1.15

craigslist.org

1.13

nytimes.com

1.13

mozilla.com

1.13

salon.com

1.13

carsdirect.com

1.13

ebay.com

1.11

slate.com

1.11

msnbc.com

1.11

subaru.com

1.11

vehix.com

1.11

boston.com

1.08

blogger.com

1.06

imdb.com

1.06

comingsoon.net

1.06

dell.com

1.04

officedepot.com

1.02

youtube.com

1

google.com

0.98

lowes.com

0.98

sears.com

0.98

staples.com

0.98

npr.org

0.98

jibjab.com

0.98

yahoo.com

0.9

live.com

0.9

amazon.com

0.9

citicards.com

0.9

facebook.com

0.83

comcast.com

0.82

netflix.com

0.79

ticketmaster.com

0.79

verizonwireless.com

0.77

simplyhired.com

0.77

aaa.com

0.75

ea.com

0.68

petsmart.com

0.59

cafemom.com

0.47

Shit external eat and laugh Luchi

Thanks to an online English-Chinese translator, the title of this post describes what I wore on my face watching Li Ning “run” along the top of Beijing’s “Birds Nest” Olympic Stadium. Unfortunately the Chinese characters wouldn’t view correctly, so it’s the English to Chinese to English translation of “shit eating grin.” Actually, that’s kinda gross when you think about it, but I was smiling… broadly. It was beautiful.

Five Ring Circus

It’s great HDTV to see an artistic masterpiece unroll (literally via a giant illuminated scroll) in front of you… Even if it is Memorex.

Zhang Yimou, China’s most-famous filmmaker, directed the performance and led 13 months of rehearsals by some 14,000 performers. Sir Stevie Spielberg was assisting, but later bailed protesting China’s inaction in Sudan. I think it’s a little hypocritical for us to critique China over human rights given our last seven years, and the Chinese still invited Mr. Spielberg in spite of our Iraqi adventure… I’ll sandbox that for a future post.

I know the Olympic grandeur brings some to tears and this edition is good for a Kleenex box. I haven’t cried, but I share the feeling Chris Farley might have blurted had he seen this: “That was awesome!”

This year’s competition holds the prospect of China winning more medals than the US. It will take a few more years for the Chinese economy to surpass ours, but this may be the year China symbolically nips us at the wire and begins to pull away.

The future of the planet rests on how we handle that.

Bullets or Blanks?

  • Brett Favre, please go away.
  • Why can’t Bill Clinton play the role of ex-President with some dignity?
  • The apparent suicide of a government employee suspect in the 2001 anthrax mailings is deserving of additional investigation.
  • Manny’s happy in LA, but in spite of Joe Torre’s request, he can’t find a barber shop.
  • Paul Pierce recently declared himself “the best player in the world.” Much of the respect he earned in the NBA playoffs was just lost through classless conceit.
  • There were 5.2B credit card solicitations by mail in 2007. Megan received about 20 of them.
  • The McSame campaign is spending money criticizing Barack Obama for being popular.
  • They’re also accusing him of flip-flopping on domestic drilling. I’m for drilling to meet short-term needs, but I want it tied to funding for alternatives; and long term solutions. Just like Barack.
  • I hope Morgan Freeman recovers…
  • …and that goes for the Dark Knight himself, Robert Novak.
  • Kyle and I watched “Hancock” in an empty theatre this past weekend. Well, we were there.
  • Our efforts to see “The Dark Knight” were thwarted at the Natick IMAX (all weekend shows sold out), but we did get into a 2/3 full matinee at the AMC 16 in Framingham. That flick is still raking it in.
  • I’m not psyched for football season. Bill Belichick can take the joy out of world peace.
  • The high-maintenance nature of my near 80 year old house is beginning to irritate me.
  • What’s wrong with this world is there’s always someone there to exploit human weakness.

(Not the) Same as the old Boss

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band played in Tom Brady’s stadium last night and twice this week, I declined tickets. Yesterday, as Kyle and I were soaked coming out of a movie matinee like we were standing under a Commando 450, I was transported back exactly five years to the day, to the monsoon-like conditions prequeling my first Bruce show.

It’s funny how time can crumble some passions like Sphinx in the sand, but leave others fresh and forever. Five years ago, last night was the first of a trifecta of 2003 Springsteen shows for me, including Gillette, Fenway Park and Shea Stadium, the final show of the tour. I’m not sure why it was so important to me five years ago, but not now. Cringing, I wrote to a ticket suitor this week, “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to go. I listened again last night, and I’m not into the new record (or the recent set-lists) and I don’t feel like going through the whole trek to Foxborough when I’m not into it.”

What’s changed? “The whole trek to Foxborough” is a rest stop compared to the NYC drive, yet I enthusiastically did that for the Shea show. That was a time when Bruce Springsteen’s music connected me to something and his guitar was an analgesic. These days, as I continued passing on tickets, “‘Rosie’ doesn’t really do it for me. I’m not much into the happy, sing along songs like ‘Mary’s Place.’ I want the guitar driven songs and they are few on this tour.”

“You strike me as such a happy, sing along kind of guy…” Yep, that’s me… and I’m looking forward to an angst-fueled Wilco show on August 12th.

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