Wednesday, February 29, 2012
As tomorrow is March 1st I have, for your (potential) reading pleasure, posted two of my very own short poems to the Poetry page off to the right - "Would You Lay With Me in a Field of Stone" and "Sour Mash Woman".
(Always be closing...)
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
I mean let's say that somebody doesn't support gay marriage because they believe that gay marriage is against a tenet of their religion. Okay, I can understand that even if I disagree with it; and, of course, I'm going to do my part to make sure that a particular religion's particular views on certain social issues don't deprive some American citizens of their fundamental equal rights. But "Since I'm not gay the answer to that would be no"? Why is one thing pinned to the other? ("Since I'm not gay the answer to that would be yes" would make as little sense to me.) I, personally, am not old or disabled, but I certainly want to make sure the elderly and the disabled are treated fairly within our society. Am I supposed to believe that Dave Mustaine of Megadeth (and formerly Metallica) would be against legislation geared toward protecting the equality of these (at times) vulnerable populations simply because Dave himself is neither disabled nor old? Truthfully, I have no idea; maybe he's a raging, selfish asshole and that's exactly how he'd answer. But I'd be willing to bet that, if not speaking up in support of such legislation, he certainly wouldn't be as vehemently opposed to it as he is toward gay marriage. More pure conjecture on my part - he might even site his Christian faith as a reason why he supported these other pieces of hypothetical legislation.
Everybody in, nobody out...
A Photograph of My First Martini of the Evening (Thursday, February 23rd, 2012, Little Red Hen, Seattle)
Right, I get it. I can't post to this blog endless photos of the endless Martinis I may or may not (may) consume in the lovely city of Seattle or elsewhere. I understand that could get repetitious, and might drive away a fair amount of my "web traffic". But, you know, on occasion I might; I just might...
And, so, the first Bombay Sapphire (no vermouth, no garnish) from last evening, artfully prepared at the Little Red Hen by Shorty. And, yes - those are Shorty's jean-clad legs in the background.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Loving Her Was Easier...
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
(In Which I Warn You, Dear Reader, That I Have Figured Out How to Upload Photos Taken On My Phone Directly to This Blog...)
Sunday, February 19, 2012
A small taste of Knut Bell...
And a small taste of Elizabeth Bishop...
Suicide of a Moderate Dictator
This is a day when truths will out, perhaps;
leak from the dangling telephone earphones
sapping the festooned switchboards' strength;
fall from the windows, blow from off the sills,
—the vague, slight unremarkable contents
of emptying ash-trays; rub off on our fingers
like ink from the un-proof-read newspapers,
crocking the way the unfocused photographs
of crooked faces do that soil our coats,
our tropical-weight coats, like slapped-at moths.
Today's a day when those who work
are idling. Those who played must work
and hurry, too, to get it done,
with little dignity or none.
The newspapers are sold; the kiosk shutters
crash down. But anyway, in the night
the headlines wrote themselves, see, on the streets
and sidewalks everywhere; a sediment's splashed
even to the first floors of apartment houses.
This is a day that's beautiful as well,
and warm and clear. At seven o'clock I saw
the dogs being walked along the famous beach
as usual, in a shiny gray-green dawn,
leaving their paw prints draining in the wet.
The line of breakers was steady and the pinkish,
segmented rainbow steadily hung above it.
At eight two little boys were flying kites.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
You are likely familiar with Sunday Morning Coming Down, a huge hit for Johnny Cash; For the Good Times, a huge hit for Ray Price; and Bobby McGee, a huge hit for Janis. I'd like to focus on some songs that are, to my mind anyway, less familiar but equally brilliant, like this one.
Here Comes That Rainbow Again...
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
That's the background, but here's the point - I know people who comment on this blog, and I know people who follow this blog without necessarily commenting. Outstanding either way. But the common denominator there is that I know the people. Monty Dicksion I do not know. Which means Monty was out there on the inter-web searching for this, that, or the other thing and somehow stumbled upon my humble blog. I can't begin to tell you how happy that makes me.
Onward and upward...
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
There is a website (www.retrosheet.org) doing the Lord's work - it has information on all baseball teams, players, trades, rule changes and a million other things INCLUDING complete box scores back into the 50s (and some even further back than that). So it occurred to me a couple of years ago that I could find the box score for the first game I'd ever been to, and I've attached a link to it here.
Wednesday, June 13th, 1973 - California Angels 7, Boston Red Sox 5 (@Anaheim)
As someone who has now been watching baseball for 40 seasons, a couple of things stood out for me which I'd like to share. And, of course, should you care to track down the box score for a game you attended in the way distant past and share that here, well, I'd love to talk about it (Jim Ciulik - THIS MEANS YOU!).
First, with regard to the Red Sox -
- I was a Tigers' fan then (and now - more on that in the next post) and didn't really understand the concept of the National League; I was somehow unaware there was another team to the west of us in Los Angeles (though that would change in 1974 when the Dodgers went to the World Series). I wound up becoming a big Dodgers' fan in 1976, and as a teenager my favorite Dodger was Reggie Smith, and here's Reggie batting second in the first game I ever attended.
- Fisk behind the plate, Yaz at 1B. Enough said, really.
- Cepeda at DH; 1974 would be his final year.
- Tommy Harper in LF.
- Aparacio at SS; 1973 would be his final year.
- And, just starting out, Dwight Evans in his first full season.
And, for the Angels -
- Sandy Alomar at 2B. His boys Robbie and Sandy Jr. played major league ball and they're both retired now.
- Frank Robinson at DH. Enough said redux.
- Behind the plate Jeff Torborg who, of course, went on to be a fairly successful major league manager for a number of years, and then a television analyst (and caught two of Nolan Ryan's no-hitters, as I recall).
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
"But the dishonesty of his initial claim aside, how could a candidate declare that safety-net programs do no good and declare only 10 days later that those programs take such good care of the poor that he feels no concern for their welfare?"
The Lives of Ordinary Americans...
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Wine Me Up...
Friday, February 3, 2012
After watching the first episode of this show (the episodes run 20 minutes), I realized that I, personally, could not watch MORE than one episode during any one sitting. After watching the second episode, I wanted to re-name the show The Book of Job, but quickly realized that wasn't quite right; more like The Book of Job if God Was Not the Instigator of All the Job-Related Calamities But, Instead, Job Was Himself to Blame. To say this show is a demonstration of one man as a Human Train Wreck is likely an understatement. He says the wrong thing EVERY time; he lies; he fancies himself as smart but is, in essence, a rube; he's arrogant and crude; there is a running gag where he continually shits himself. And, yet, there is also something completely and utterly sad about Todd Margaret that Mr. Cross manages to convey. (Also, fine work from the supporting players including Will Arnett, Sharon Horgan and ESPECIALLY Blake Harrison as Dave, Todd's assistant, who never misses an opportunity to torture his boss.)
So, have I sold this hard enough, I wonder? It is NOT for everyone, that is clear, but I'm going to recommend you at least look at one episode and let me know what you think. I'd love to discuss it. (Oh, and if it matters? Danielle is watching, too, though it might be a little out of her wheelhouse...)
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
(Also, Donald Hall was married to the equally fine poet Jane Kenyon who died way too young in 1995 (age 47) of leukemia. Coincidentally, two of Miss Kenyon's poems were featured here at IBL just last week in a post dated 1/28/2012.)
Also, in IBL's February poem, which you'll find off to the right on this page, Jesus and my father exchange a few pleasantries on a streetcar in Los Angeles in the 1930s. I hope you enjoy it...