Every fucking thing in the world makes me want to scream right now. Every fucking thing. And so much of it is the feeling that everything is so completely unmoored from the reality that I thought I understood pretty well. That, and the feeling that I have no fucking clue how to make it any better.
I have no answers. And so I scream. Metaphorically. Which makes me think of the sublime record, 'Scream in Blue (Live)' from Midnight Oil.
And so here's some less metaphorical screaming from Peter Garrett, with bonus digeridoo.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
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Nicely done. It does occur to me that now more than ever is a time for punk rock, not too far removed from Midnight Oil.
Speaking of punk rock, I just activated the Sirius/XM streaming function here at work. 'Tis a beautiful thing.
Recently bought some new wheels which came w/3 month Sirius all access, which means Howard Stern (and streaming). I hadn't listened to Howard since he went to satellite radio. I didn't know how much I missed him. After 10 years, he's 10 x better. Was in the car 10 hours over 2 days this week - mostly listening to Howard including a 90+ min interview with Seinfeld and another with Joe Buck. Both exceptional. I've never had a problem with Joe and frankly don't understand why so many people do. Lay off! And upgrade to All Access for Howard. Of course when he's not interviewing it's as juvenile as always - as welcoming as punk rock and all other like distractions needed today.
Daminal, that's one hell of a commute.
Just shook hands and had a cursory conversation with my favorite basketball player of all time NOT named Gheorghe. Story in a post, maybe tomorrow.
christian laettner!
Shut your mouth, Robert
I've been anti-Laettner since my college ex-gal road tripped to Durham to make out with him.
jim mcilvane!
That's kind-of-sort-of a humblebrag maybe. With a side of cuckolding.
Much like wasabi and miso soup, tempura and ramen are way way better in Japan.
Mac La Vaine!!
But no, not Jimmy Mac.
No brag about Amy kissing Felchner. Super pissed even though I wasn't dating her. That 30 for 30 was perfectly titled.
googs!
Purp?
Well, this person did used to play in Virginia. But not Purp.
Ralph Sampson! Allen Iverson!!
There are a lot of gross rabbit holes to fall into on the World Wide Web. I fell into the "pimple popping videos on Instagram" hole last night, and it's even more gross/fascinating than you would expect.
Mel Kennedy?
John Crotty?
Olden Polynice?
Othell Wilson?
Rick Carlisle?
He played for Virginia. Not the University of Virginia, mind you.
Come on, people.
Charles Oakley!
you met dr j?
Buck Marston.
The bar in the Osaka Hilton on a Friday night is just like the Greeneleafe on a Friday night only the opposite.
Anne Donovan? Kenny Gattison? Odell Hodge? Nancy Lieberman? Valdas Vasylius? Dave Twardzik? Has to be Twardzik...guy was smooth. The old Zikster. Zman before Zman.
I met Dr. J!
My favorite player as a kid. And a Virginia Squire.
Oh, and I met Dave Twardzik, too!
And what's the opposite of the Greenleafe? It smells good? Everyone's sober? It's annoyingly uncrowded?
i was talking to my mom last night about the vietnam doc. never really discussed it with her or my father. my dad was in army rotc in college - apparently the rotc building at their school was burned down. dad was scheduled to receive his active duty commission upon graduation in 1969, and was assigned to armor and told he'd do a 6-month training stint and be sent to vietnam for a year. according to my mom, he was convinced he'd never come back. he was offered a graduate opportunity and the army let him get his masters degree and defer his commission. he wound up going on active duty in 1972 and not being deployed to vietnam.
so that was a sobering conversation.
Dr J!
otherwise known as moses guthrie in the greatest movie in cinema history.
what's going on with rob? menopause?
manopause?
russ signed a $205m/5 year extension on kevin durant's birthday. that's gloriously petty and amazing.
found out today that a colleague of mine, among my closest professional friends, was diagnosed with breast cancer. she just turned 40, and has spent the entire year raising money to fight...breast cancer, because her sister-in-law is fighting it. the good news is that she's in good health and the prognosis is reasonably good for recovery. but fuck you, cancer.
Rob...
I'm sorry for both of your posts that make us realize the fragility of life. Best wishes to your colleague/friend.
Your friend
rob, cancer sucks.
im watching young frankenstein and realizing sometimes the old laughs are sometimes the best laughs
yikes rob. sorry to hear it.
where is dr j? we were promised dr j!
My younger guy broke two fingers playing soccer today. He'll be full-on bionic soon.
Butch Jones get fired yet?
zson is not nearly as accomplished in soccer skills as TR's son, but apparently he's mastered the art of talking shit. He talked so much shit in his game today that he didn't actually play soccer. He just talked shit while everyone else ran around. No idea where he gets this from.
So putting Ed Orgeron in charge of your CFB program isn't smart? Huh.
Pour some out for Monte Hall
think he's making a deal with the devil?
Well played. He's gonna have to wait for Satan to finish dealing w/ Hef. That's gonna take some time.
RIP Joe Tiller.
The OK State unis are turrible.
And Gus Johnson has become a charixature of himself. So annoying.
Bama is gonna hang 80 on Ole Miss. Saban is such a dick. But I respect it.
Hello Gheorghies!
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