nostalgic

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I miss vinyl. Not the sound of it, though The Beatles don’t sound quite right without the vinyl scratch. I miss spending a few hours with dad’s stereo listening to records backwards for hidden messages. It’s not the messages I miss; it’s the time it took to find them. These days I’d just look it up on the internet and go to just that spot.

I also miss vinyl for the artwork. Some of the album covers blew my mind(2) and I really miss getting lost in the artwork whilst listening to the album. Yes, my iPhone displays the artwork, but, well, size does matter sometimes.

I miss hooking my stereo up to the cable system in such a way that let me use about 15 – 20 miles of cable as my antenna. I would get FM stations from like Virginia. It was better than satellite radio because I figured it out for myself and because the DJs had cool accents and talked about places I’d never heard of.

I miss buying a new album at a store and going home to listen to it all in one sitting. I miss going through my friends’ dads’ record collection, discovering great bands and songs all afternoon. Now there are recommendation engines and Like buttons.

I miss how my brother and I would sometimes take one of Dad’s 45s and keep it in our room and listen to it over and over and over and over.(3) I miss how we would watch the same movie on VHS over and over every morning before school, stopping it when it was time to go out to the bus and picking up at that point the next day.(4) We ruined a couple of tapes doing this.

I miss family-owned radio stations that would play some weeeeeird stuff after about 2PM. The first time I ever honestly suspected someone was high was when I listened to some local station’s DJ as he went on and on about some band at 3AM. You’d never hear that today.

I miss the inclination to tinker. These days, security is always a top concern. And while I appreciate that, I also miss figuring out what else a device can do.(5)

I miss driving around to figure out who else’s garage door a given garage door opener would open. Which sounds really boring, I know. But drive by someone’s house about once every ten minutes and open or close their garage door each time and you’ll see in fairly short order how entertaining it really can be.

I miss picking up the phone to discover my little sister talking on the other phone in the house. I miss that if you picked up the receiver very slowly no one knew you were on the line. I miss dialing our own number and watching her or my brother pick up the phone. I miss the sound of rotary phones. I miss looking someone up in the phone book. I miss knowing all my friends’ numbers.

I miss how my friends would call me up just to see if I wanted to ride places with them. Burger King was one. Sometimes the lumber yard or to see a girl. Any event was an excuse for inclusion. Today everyone listens to headphones all the time, less, I suspect, for the music and more for the exclusion.

I miss the garage band my brother and I had going for a while. We were awful and didn’t even have a singer. But we had a lot of fun doing it. And I definitely miss jamming with my brother.(6)

I miss maps. I miss planning out a trip, which roads you’d take. I miss Mom asking when we’d get to this or that place and I was always able to figure that out fairly well. I would just pour over maps as a kid and have an almost preternatural understanding of the interstate system because of it.

And, lastly, I miss sitting in the back of a car with nothing to do. I couldn’t read in a car without getting sick, and we didn’t have GameBoys and certainly not small televisions in the car. At best we had a deck of cards. This is why our family are about the most hardcore Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game players out there.(7) I miss having nothing to do but doing so very much.


  1. If you’re reading this and you’re one of my parents, please let’s assume that the statute of limitations has run out on any and all offenses, real or perceived, contained herein.
  2. And in one case flat-out terrified me.
  3. We did this with both Billy Joel’s “My Life” and Phil Collins’s “In the Air Tonight.”
  4. We did this with Teen Wolf and at least one of the Star Wars movies.
  5. Without the arcana necessary to be a hacker.
  6. Who’s better at drums than I’ll ever be at guitar but who played so loudly no one could tell I couldn’t keep up.
  7. Dad one time connected Mr. Bacon with Charlie Chaplin in fewer than six steps. If we weren’t in a car at the time, we all would have bowed down to the Master.

names

It’s a rather dangerous thing, naming. Once you’ve given something a name, you become responsible for it. Or at least you’re less inclined to turn it over to the Humane Society in a few weeks.

Nevertheless, Ashley and I have given names to each of the kittens.

1. Mogwai

2. Tolkien

3. “No-Nuts” Nora

4. Munch

5. Chirpet

6. Li’l Switters

They are all growing quite rapidly and are all healthy. Li’l Switters is the playful, adventurous one of the group so far. Munch is the loud one. Chirpet sounds more like a bird than a cat. And Tolkien is like a quiet Zen Master.

Yep. I’m sure that giving them names will make it easier for us to give them up.

*Sigh*

pitt pics

Here’s a round-up of the random things that caught mine and Ashley’s attention on our trip.

If you’re like me, you think the point of the turnpike is an exchange of legal tender for the benefit of shortened travel time.

But then, like me, you’d be wrong. Turnpikes are also apparently about setting the world record for Most Concurrent Construction Projects on a Single Thoroughfare. For roughly 2/3 of the Ohio Turnpike, the speed limit was 50 mph.

The original? Or just a fan?

Because I simply cannot overstate the importance of flushing your hands before you wash them.

Note how there’s not a soul in sight.

So…are we sure we shouldn’t change the name?

Thanks! I mean, I know. But still. Thanks!

I’ve seen Porches, Ferraris and even a Lamborghini once. But this is the coolest damn vehicle I’ve ever seen on the road.

I mean really. This thing looks simultaneously really for war and a sweet beach party.

The FBI are always closer than they appear.

Two things: I don’t get the vanity plate, so if some can’t ‘splain it to me that’d be great. And two: for an Action Maid – whatever that is – this was the most annoyingly slow car of the entire trip.

pittsburgh

Ashley and I are in Pittsburgh today for a check-up with her transplant team. You can see here how well she’s doing:

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You can follow the link above to the Spirometry page to learn how to decode this, or you can simply trust me when I tell you that she’s doing very, very well.

And her doctor has promised that during our next visit, in August, we’ll all sit down to talk about having a baby. It’s a pretty big risk, with all kinds of things that could possibly go wrong. But Ashley and I have decided to try going down that path until something firmly stands in our way.

Like all things worth doing, the thought is both exciting and terrifying. But for today, she is happy and healthy, and that is more than either or us has a right to hope for.

bits and pieces

Today I’ve been in a fair amount of pain. Most of it’s in my torso, but also my joints. I’m back to feeling like this:

It’s just been today, though. This week, in general, I’ve been in more pain than last week, but I’ve also been less tired. It’s a trade-off I’ll deal with. If I continue hurting at this level for a while I’ll talk to the doctor, but my standpoint on this fibromyalgia thing has been to just hang in there until something become intolerable.

Tomorrow Ashley and I are off to Pittsburgh for a transplant check-up. Hopefully everything goes smoothly, though I’m not really worried. She’s doing fantastically well, even now 4.5 years out.

And hopefully tonight, between prepping to leave and getting enough rest, I can squeeze in some time to watch last night’s episode of Jimmy Fallon w/ President Obama. I don’t always agree with some of the things he does or thinks, and I don’t usually agree with his methods. But I love that we have a cool guy working in the Oval Office. I love that he can hang, you know? And from what little I’ve heard during the few seconds I’ve had today to check the news, he killed it last night. I hope he did, and I hope I can make time to watch it.

it’s thanksgiving in april!!!

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Today I am thankful that it is Ashley’s last day of class. She still has internships over the summer, but she won’t have to deal with an instructor who actively creates a toxic atmosphere simply because she can’t live life without drama. Ashley deserves better than to have to deal with people like her, and I’m thankful that, after today, she won’t.

I am thankful that one year ago today, she said yes. And I am thankful that in six months, we’ll be married.(2)

I am thankful that the kittens are doing well. That their mum is being a good mum, though perhaps a bit overprotective(3) w/r/t the other cats. And that she’s included Ash and I as part of the family.

I am thankful for books and for the authors who write them. Right now, I am particularly thankful for John Green, who is able to remind me of what I felt like half my life ago.

And I am thankful for friends. For friends who stay. And for friends who come back.

How are you celebrating Thanksgiving in April?(4) What are you thankful for?


  1. Similar to Christmas in July. But Thanksgiving. In April. And with no stupid Black Friday to annoy the shit out of you.
  2. And in Walt Disney World!
  3. I keep telling her not to be a hover-mom. But: parents, right?
  4. What? It’s no less real than like Arbor Day or those Mexican and Canadian holidays that show up on your calendar sometimes.

weird

What’s weird here isn’t that my readership is in rather steep decline. What’s weird is that my readership was in a position to be in rather steep decline.

A bar graph of my self-esteem looks strikingly similar.

So it looks like I only have about four more people to alienate before my quest to become the internet’s least-read blog will be fulfilled. Can do.

this weekend

I watched several hours of Lost.

I watched a ton of Three Stooges clips on the YouTubes.

I slept about 6 hours per night.(1)

Took a two-hour nap on Saturday. And Sunday.(2)

Finished reading Inherent Vice by Thomas Pynchon.(3)

Started reading Looking for Alaska by John Green.

Watched a couple smoke pot in a car parked in the street outside our house.

Watched What about Bob? with Ashley.(4)

Played an old-school video game that’s been ported to iOS.(5)

Made dinner.(6)

Invented my own barbecue sauce.

Camped out in the living to make the cats happy.

Generally did as little as possible.

And enjoyed it.

Immensely.

Hopefully all this chillaxing(7) will make this week more tolerable than last week.


  1. This is not abnormal for me. Being tired does not mean I sleep longer on any given night.
  2. This is abnormal for me. Never been much of a napper until Cymbalta altered my inability to sleep during the day.
  3. If you’ve been wanting to read a Pynchon novel but feel intimidate because, well, it’s a Pynchon novel, read Inherent Vice. But then don’t go reading another Pynchon novel expecting more of the same.
  4. Took a vacation…from my problems!
  5. Myst. Actually, I still have my copy of the PC game from back in the day. It installed on Ashley’s MS Vista computer but ran just about as well as everything else runs on Vista.
  6. Yes, yes the goal of this weekend was to chill out. And I did. It just so happens that nowadays I find cooking relaxing. If you think that’s weird, well, so do I. But there it is.
  7. As the kids call it these days. They…do still call it that, right?

what i learned from the (real) three stooges

Like many other things I still enjoy today, my love of The Three Stooges was passed down to me from my dad. My brother, sister and I are probably among a very select group of thirty-somethings who can – and do – quote Stooges shorts at length. We had a videocassette – made by a friend of mine from his uncle’s rather prodigious LaserDisc collection(1) – that was about six hours of Stooges shorts that we would gather around in the way that other families might gather around Little House on the Prairie or Lassie.(2)

I learned a lot from the Stooges over the years, which is why I will not be going to see the new movie. Let me put it this way: think back to your favorite teacher in school. Now imagine learning that same material from someone else after you’ve already learned it from him or her.

Exactly.

Before we get to what I’ve learned, though, let’s address something: When people talk about The Three Stooges – especially in their classic configuration of Larry, Curly and Moe – they mostly talk about the so-called violence. Let’s skip over the part in which, in our post-Tarantino world, we really have no right to talk about excessive violence of any other time or medium. Instead, let’s remember that the Stooges started in the 1920s as a vaudeville act(3) and, typical of such, physical comedy was a large component of the act. In fact, performing comedy on a stage for a large audience almost requires physical comedy, and, like anything performed on stage, also requires exaggeration. So the comedy was not only physical, but by nature of the vaudeville medium, was excessively so. Once you take that act and train a camera on it, it will most certainly seem to shift from physical comedy to violence. But it is not violence; it is merely physical comedy.

There’s so much more I learned from The Three Stooges, things so important to me that they inform my everyday choices. And so important that I was honestly shocked when I first heard people talk about the violence of Stooges shorts. I thought, “That’s what you take away from the Stooges? How sad for you.”

Here’s what I learned from The Three Stooges.

Lesson One: Silliness in the Face of Reality

This video a about four minutes long, but you only need to watch the first twenty seconds of it to get my point.

I learned from Curly a lesson that would be reinforced years later first by Roger Rabbit and then by our current comedic geniuses Paul Rudd and Will Farrell: never – never – underestimate the importance of being just plain silly. In the clip above, when the waiter sets the bottle in front of Curly, it’s not enough for Curly just to open it and enjoy the drink. First he has to express his surprise, and then he has to do one of his trademark handjives. There is no reason for it whatsoever. Its only purpose is simple silliness. Curly, the character, is not trying to impress anyone. Instead, he is merely expressing the joy he feels as he’s about to enjoy a tasty cold beverage. It’s a beautiful moment, and reminds me of Ashley, who actually does something I call her ‘happy food dance’ just because she’s excited to eat whatever we’re about to eat for dinner. Which, if you’re paying attention, means that yes, there is something of my love for Curly in my love for Ashley.

Lesson Two: Honesty in the Face of Calamity

Skip to about minute 2:15 and watch until about 2:40 of this video.

Curly is just about the goofiest, clumsiest, weirdest person ever. He is overweight, shaves his head, and has what some would think is an annoying voice. He views barking at inanimate objects as a valid strategy to best them in a fight. He gets into fights with inanimate objects. And often loses. Nevertheless, he doesn’t pass up the chance to flirt with the nurse. And even when that doesn’t go as planned, and even after he looks ridiculous in a gas mask, he still thinks a pretty woman might be interested in him and doesn’t hesitate to let her know that he would be equally interested. It’s neither arrogance or ignorance. It’s simple honesty. It’s “This is who I am; if you’re cool with that I’m cool with you.” If only everyone could be like that – goofy or otherwise – the world’s collective pulse rate would be much, much lower.

Lesson Three: Witty Wordplay in the Face of Adversity

This clip’s only about a minute long and you’ll need to watch the whole thing. Also, I like that the person who posted says it’s his or her favorite Stooges moment ever. It’s pretty high on my list, too.

I have no idea where Moe and Larry got their press badges, but it’s pretty obvious that Curly yanked his Pull lever from a toilet. Why didn’t he grab a press badge from wherever Moe and Larry got theirs? You might think that maybe they could only find two. I like to think that Curly just wanted to be goofy, but at the same time to kind of stick to the man in his own silly way. He might have been able to hold the lever up and still say “Press” and maybe get away with it. But instead he actually says “Pull” and then makes sure the guy knows he’s being put on. Awesome. If you’re going to make fun of the establishment, make sure they know you’re making fun of them. Then run like hell.

Lesson Four: Follow Directions, Even When You Don’t Know What’s Going On.

This is the longest clip I’ll foist upon you. This is from what might be my favorite Stooges short, so I’d encourage you to watch the whole thing. But you really only need to watch from about :15 to about the 1:00 mark.

When Larry tells Curly to shave some ice, Curly has no idea that he wants him to chip off slivers of ice so they can make a dessert called, appropriately, shaved ice. Nevertheless, Curly follows the directions as he understands them. In fact, Moe is doing exactly the same thing. In this short, they’ve been promised money if they can prepare a birthday dinner, and prepare a birthday dinner they shall. The fact that they don’t know what they’re doing doesn’t matter. If you watched the whole clip, you’ll see more evidence of this. (I particularly like how Curly dices the potatoes and even pretends he got a lucky roll.) This notion got me first through algebra, then geometry. I had no idea how any of it worked, but I followed instructions and got As and Bs. It has gotten me through far more adverse situations as well, the idea being that if you pretend you know what you’re doing, people will assume you know what you’re doing. Hopefully at some point you figure out what you’re doing – which of course the Stooges rarely do. But if you don’t, just follow instructions to the best of your understanding. And for God’s sake, if you’re told to shave some ice, make sure you make conversation with the ice. Otherwise you’re just being rude.


  1. LaserDiscs were these LP-sized video discs that were just terrible to watch. If a person sneezed like two towns over the disc would skip. Imagine listening to a record player in the car whilst driving down a recently firebombed street. They were that bad. You know how some people say that vinyl provides a better listening experience than CDs or MP3s or anything else? No one has ever said anything similar about LaserDiscs. No one. Ever.
  2. My brother and I have a shared experience in which, some time after we moved out of our parents’ house, we learned that not everyone was raised on the Stooges. He once talked about quoting lines from a short and no one knowing what he was talking about. It happened to me, too. Still does, in fact.
  3. They were originally called Ted Healy and His Stooges.

rest

I have been so very tired all week. Since nothing really has changed, I can only surmise that either I’m adjusting somehow to Cymbalta or that the fibromyalgia is just being extra draining. It’s been a struggle to get through work each day, and today, frankly, I failed. I didn’t make it past noon, and even that took a tremendous amount of willpower.

My mind is awake and alert, but my body is just beat. This cannot continue.

To that end, I did the usual weekend house-chores through the week and Ashley and I have nothing planned this weekend. I’m going to relax as much as I can. Maybe spend all day tomorrow reading, watching movies, and/or playing video games. No energy will be spent unless absolutely necessary, and I’ll nap when I want to. I think I need to start doing this with my weekends for a while.

So, here’s to chillin’ out like I’ve never chilled out before. I hope next week is better.