Time for me to introduce another new band. January's band is...
Frog Holler
Frog Holler is a fantastic band out of Berks County, Pennsylvania in what is known as Pennsylvania Dutch country. The band has been around for a few years now, and have amassed a good collection of fine recordings. Born out of bluegrass, Frog Holler dances the fine line between The Jayhawks, The Replacements, Bill Monroe and Old Crow Medicine Show easily blending their country roots with the urgency of small town rock and roll.
Frog Holler on the web
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
So, the NHL has begun beating its chest about an increase in interest into their league:
Funny, I thought that was due to the Vote for Rory campaign aimed at targeting the NHL's silly All-Star ballot, and to award a long time journeyman hockey player in an era where the sport is focused on celebrating 2 teenagers. A plot that the NHL purposefully ruined, so that they could have the game the way they wanted. Hopefully, Gary Bettman will retire soon, allowing someone who has some clue how to run a league to take charge and return the NHL to its rightful space in the big 4, which I believe now includes Texas Hold 'Em.
-- A 27 percent increase of hits on NHL.com, plus an even more substantial growth in online voting for the All-Stars. There were nearly 27 million All-Star votes cast in six weeks this year, as opposed to 6 million in eight weeks for the last game in 2004.
- By STEPHEN HAWKINS, AP Sports WriterFunny, I thought that was due to the Vote for Rory campaign aimed at targeting the NHL's silly All-Star ballot, and to award a long time journeyman hockey player in an era where the sport is focused on celebrating 2 teenagers. A plot that the NHL purposefully ruined, so that they could have the game the way they wanted. Hopefully, Gary Bettman will retire soon, allowing someone who has some clue how to run a league to take charge and return the NHL to its rightful space in the big 4, which I believe now includes Texas Hold 'Em.
Hawthorne
This week I moved into an apartment in Portland. I'm living in the Hawthorne neighborhood now, and although it's a drastic change from living in houses for 2.5 years, I'm enjoying the location and short bus ride to work. Hawthorne is so far proving to be a good neighborhood and I'm glad to be there, but it'll take some time to warm up to the thought of living in an apartment by myself.
The nicest part about the whole thing is that I believe I'll have a better area to work on writing and composing. With no roomates, I won't be self-conscious of what I'm doing and I can probably be more comfortable writing at home.
The nicest part about the whole thing is that I believe I'll have a better area to work on writing and composing. With no roomates, I won't be self-conscious of what I'm doing and I can probably be more comfortable writing at home.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Band Rex
2 bands to rec this time
1. Lucero: i can't tell you how cool this band is, just check out their album That Much Further West and their new one Rebels, Rogues and Sworn Brothers
2. The Hold Steady: Kindof a cross betwixt Bruce Springsteen when he was cool and Thin Lizzy...or just think Ted Leo with dark lyrics and a lot of piano based instruments.
1. Lucero: i can't tell you how cool this band is, just check out their album That Much Further West and their new one Rebels, Rogues and Sworn Brothers
2. The Hold Steady: Kindof a cross betwixt Bruce Springsteen when he was cool and Thin Lizzy...or just think Ted Leo with dark lyrics and a lot of piano based instruments.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Newly Found Band Post
Must occasionally post my love for a band i just discovered.
Today
Marah
These kids from Philly really can rock and remind you of greats like Springsteen and The Replacements. Check 'em out.
Today
Marah
These kids from Philly really can rock and remind you of greats like Springsteen and The Replacements. Check 'em out.
Obligatory NHL Post
So the Ducks beat Calgary in game 7, meaning...
The East measures up 1-4 seeds
and
The West is sending 5-8 seeds
this should be interesting as i think that possibly Ottawa v. Buffalo could the best matchup of the playoffs.
The East measures up 1-4 seeds
and
The West is sending 5-8 seeds
this should be interesting as i think that possibly Ottawa v. Buffalo could the best matchup of the playoffs.
End Flash
So, after visiting Best Buy's website i came to a realization. Flash must be stopped. I don't mind Flash animation, splash pages, etc. but for integration into a website, it is horribly annoying. Best Buy uses Flash on its menus, and it is terribly sensitive. Then, because they have an insane amount of categorization, the Flash menu blocks the rest of the page.
Seriously, Flash is horrible for websites as well as SEO. just drop the shit.
Seriously, Flash is horrible for websites as well as SEO. just drop the shit.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Prison Break
Seriously, does anyone watch this show? I know that FOX had a problem with it last year and tried to gain viewership by lying about its popularity and showing encore after encore in an attempt to get people to understand the plot (hint: one guy wants to get his brother out of prison. hence the name of the show).
Personally, i thought this show was going to be very interesting, then i watched the first episode. After the main character revealed that he had the map of the prison tattooed to his chest in intricate gothic stylings, i switched the channel. The show is ludicris and should be avoided at all costs.
Personally, i thought this show was going to be very interesting, then i watched the first episode. After the main character revealed that he had the map of the prison tattooed to his chest in intricate gothic stylings, i switched the channel. The show is ludicris and should be avoided at all costs.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Trials of a Cog
I started this web log over a year ago with one simple post about my uninterest in underscores. i actually love underscores, behold the irony.
This will be my ramblings, thoughts of uninterest, and musings of a Cog in our social system. I may use it for more devious purposes of self-promotion as well.
and i'm done.
This will be my ramblings, thoughts of uninterest, and musings of a Cog in our social system. I may use it for more devious purposes of self-promotion as well.
and i'm done.
Friday, December 10, 2004
This is a work in progress: Musings during my travels
let me start by saying that i don't really know what musings means. i just know the idea behind the meaning.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
I arrived in Salt Lake this morning a little before noon. I left Provo in search of a more acceptable city life.
This is where alcoholics are born.
Give any population a full day with nothing to do but sit at home, and you've got to have given birth to at least one alcoholic. Foreign countries are always difficult to adjust to.
Being here makes me think about my political beliefs. For as long as I can remember, I have been an avid supporter of the 10th Amendment. I have always felt that states should be given the right to be individuals within a union that forms our nation.
Then I visited Utah. After visiting Atlanta.
This is a truly remarkable country. The soveriegn state of Utah has a long list of amazingly asinine rules, as do its many storied institutions. Being a visitor to Utah on a Sunday is akin to being in solitary confinement, at least I assume. It's odd to feel as though you're trapped and alone, even when you can leave your room.
Tuesday Somewhat Less Bloody Tuesday
If worst came to worst, I could live here. Probably not in Provo, but in Salt Lake or maybe Ogden. There is a beauty here, even behind the artificial exteriors of malls, chain restaurants, starbux and more, the country of Utah has an amazing mixture of nature.
The women here are refreshing as well. There seems to be a great deal of gorgeous women all around. Let me take that back, there are a great deal of pretty/hot women here. Gorgeous says too much and should be reserved for a select group of people and things. Whatever the case, these women were, more often than not, more attractive than what is offered in Eugene. Some would argue that this is not an amazing claim. Respectfully noted. On the other hand, it is important to note, and somewhat troublesome to the menfolk of Eugene.
Save for one small problem.
This whole religious thing. The appeal of a foul-mouthed alcoholic must not be very high to these women. My only hopes, if I was even entertaining any, would be to find the small percentage of unholy women, or a holy rebellious woman that desires to misbehave.
Oh what great odds these are!
What am I doing? Honestly, am I lamenting about my inabilities to find an LDS whore?
In America they have LSD whores,
In Utah they have LDS whores!
What a country!!
These mountains are amazing. They, at night, fill the horizon in a most ominous manner, reflecting the slightest moonlight back up at the sky for perhaps the most interesting nights. They also make me wonder how and why we exist. What this land looked like before, before commercialism, civilization, before imperialism, before man. I wonder what the American Indian nations that inhabited this area thought. Maybe they didn't. Why did the LDS come here? Was this a hotbed of resources? Were their women hot back then too?
Flight is at the same time horrible and wonderful. I could go on, but what's the point?
I feel reborn, I need to be reborn.
I miss home, but don't want to return...
San Francisco is shiny and, by far, my least favorite part of this journey. The highlight has been the fact that my neighboring seat is unoccupied.
We were supposed to leave at 6:07pm and were already behind schedule when we began boarding. Amazingly, we were all on board by 6:05. It is now 6:20 and we are still sitting at the gate because someone(s) can't count. I watched a woman show 9 ticket stubs to prove she was on the right flight. It was a discrepancy of 1.
Movement at 6:24.
This is my second flight in this plane, this very plane. In fact, this is my second in this seat, in this plane. I am in fact now being pressurized for others' comfort and safety. I saw a 12 year old boy wearing camoflauge pajamas and a cartoon t-shirt take the emergency exit row seat.
"That's what I want my life to depend on," I mentioned to someone in front of me.
She returned a quizzical face and I assumed her stupid. After all, she was traveling to Eugene...and wearing a pink jump suit.
She also possessed another unique quality that said more than she knew. She had a southern drawl. She had mentioned that she lived in L.A., I wasn't sure if she was from there originally, or lived there now, and I didn't care. I just didn't understand the drawl. Many, many, many people in this region possess a drawl and are not even from the South or anywhere near the South.
My ass stinks.
I noticed it a few minutes ago, but i was on a roll with that whole pink jump suit debacle, so i let it go, but I'm pretty sure this is serious. The seat next to me doesn't smell too bad, so it must honestly be me and my rump region, to be specific.
I need to shower.
To shower? Does anyone say that? Is that actually the correct way to need a shower?
I don't carry petty cash. I find it banal. I am attempting to alter the way people see money. That being said, I detest plane rides and their insistence that I pay 5 dollars for a drink. Or, for that matter, 10 for a drink that tastes right. Thus i am stuck with the air travel standard.
Ginger Ale.
unfinished
Sunday Bloody Sunday
I arrived in Salt Lake this morning a little before noon. I left Provo in search of a more acceptable city life.
This is where alcoholics are born.
Give any population a full day with nothing to do but sit at home, and you've got to have given birth to at least one alcoholic. Foreign countries are always difficult to adjust to.
Being here makes me think about my political beliefs. For as long as I can remember, I have been an avid supporter of the 10th Amendment. I have always felt that states should be given the right to be individuals within a union that forms our nation.
Then I visited Utah. After visiting Atlanta.
This is a truly remarkable country. The soveriegn state of Utah has a long list of amazingly asinine rules, as do its many storied institutions. Being a visitor to Utah on a Sunday is akin to being in solitary confinement, at least I assume. It's odd to feel as though you're trapped and alone, even when you can leave your room.
Tuesday Somewhat Less Bloody Tuesday
If worst came to worst, I could live here. Probably not in Provo, but in Salt Lake or maybe Ogden. There is a beauty here, even behind the artificial exteriors of malls, chain restaurants, starbux and more, the country of Utah has an amazing mixture of nature.
The women here are refreshing as well. There seems to be a great deal of gorgeous women all around. Let me take that back, there are a great deal of pretty/hot women here. Gorgeous says too much and should be reserved for a select group of people and things. Whatever the case, these women were, more often than not, more attractive than what is offered in Eugene. Some would argue that this is not an amazing claim. Respectfully noted. On the other hand, it is important to note, and somewhat troublesome to the menfolk of Eugene.
Save for one small problem.
This whole religious thing. The appeal of a foul-mouthed alcoholic must not be very high to these women. My only hopes, if I was even entertaining any, would be to find the small percentage of unholy women, or a holy rebellious woman that desires to misbehave.
Oh what great odds these are!
What am I doing? Honestly, am I lamenting about my inabilities to find an LDS whore?
In America they have LSD whores,
In Utah they have LDS whores!
What a country!!
These mountains are amazing. They, at night, fill the horizon in a most ominous manner, reflecting the slightest moonlight back up at the sky for perhaps the most interesting nights. They also make me wonder how and why we exist. What this land looked like before, before commercialism, civilization, before imperialism, before man. I wonder what the American Indian nations that inhabited this area thought. Maybe they didn't. Why did the LDS come here? Was this a hotbed of resources? Were their women hot back then too?
Flight is at the same time horrible and wonderful. I could go on, but what's the point?
I feel reborn, I need to be reborn.
I miss home, but don't want to return...
San Francisco is shiny and, by far, my least favorite part of this journey. The highlight has been the fact that my neighboring seat is unoccupied.
We were supposed to leave at 6:07pm and were already behind schedule when we began boarding. Amazingly, we were all on board by 6:05. It is now 6:20 and we are still sitting at the gate because someone(s) can't count. I watched a woman show 9 ticket stubs to prove she was on the right flight. It was a discrepancy of 1.
Movement at 6:24.
This is my second flight in this plane, this very plane. In fact, this is my second in this seat, in this plane. I am in fact now being pressurized for others' comfort and safety. I saw a 12 year old boy wearing camoflauge pajamas and a cartoon t-shirt take the emergency exit row seat.
"That's what I want my life to depend on," I mentioned to someone in front of me.
She returned a quizzical face and I assumed her stupid. After all, she was traveling to Eugene...and wearing a pink jump suit.
She also possessed another unique quality that said more than she knew. She had a southern drawl. She had mentioned that she lived in L.A., I wasn't sure if she was from there originally, or lived there now, and I didn't care. I just didn't understand the drawl. Many, many, many people in this region possess a drawl and are not even from the South or anywhere near the South.
My ass stinks.
I noticed it a few minutes ago, but i was on a roll with that whole pink jump suit debacle, so i let it go, but I'm pretty sure this is serious. The seat next to me doesn't smell too bad, so it must honestly be me and my rump region, to be specific.
I need to shower.
To shower? Does anyone say that? Is that actually the correct way to need a shower?
I don't carry petty cash. I find it banal. I am attempting to alter the way people see money. That being said, I detest plane rides and their insistence that I pay 5 dollars for a drink. Or, for that matter, 10 for a drink that tastes right. Thus i am stuck with the air travel standard.
Ginger Ale.
unfinished
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