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USB Memories

Monday, November 7th, 2011

This site has been so dead that even the spammers didn’t find it interesting. So be it.

For years I’ve been saying that it would be a great thing to put an analog cassette player into a pc and use it as a dubbing device. Great idea right? Ok not everyone was as enthusiastic as I was. I had this stash of great treasures from my listening past that would be SO AMAZING to digitize and keep with my mp3s… I’d listen to the files I generated and an amazing document of my rich past would exist that I could listen to again and again.

Or so I thought.

I took out my first tape. A cassette of a Waterboys show from First Avenue in October of 1988. It was a tremendous night and an amazing show on a very emotional day. A few hours earlier we laid one of our good friends to rest after a sudden, unnecessary death. There was no shortage of heavy emotions that day. My recollections were vivid and in super HD and uber ultra stereo.

So… with great anticipation I put an audio cassette tape into my new USB gizmo and started it up. What came out was a hissy, lofi representation of an amazing day. It was disappointing. I’ve been rendering and processing this day for over 20 years. My internal CGI has filtered and edited the events, eliminating the uneventful and mundane. Sadly, all that was gone and I was left with a crappy recording buried in bushels of tape hiss.

There are some things that a cool gadget won’t improve. Your memory doesn’t need dolby. Mine could use a backup though. There’s been some serious data loss through the years.

It’s the little things…

Saturday, June 20th, 2009

The greatest thing ever.

We’ve been in the same house for 11 years. It’s a small house with a ton of irritating issues, but it fits us and for better or worse it’s ours and we’re stuck with each other. I recently heard an interview with Woody Allen whee he described his parents’ relationship as a quiet truce. That’s us and the house.


Despite it’s having too little of everything (too little space, too little water pressure, too few shelves, too few closets) our house has received a free pass for now. All it took was 30 bucks and an order from Amazon. Our new life changer is the Delta 75152 Water Amplifying Adjustable Showerhead with H2OKINETIC Technology. Somehow by using a combination of of alchemy and air, our rotten little shower has become the best part of our day. I actually see times in the future where we battle for shower time. It’s a miracle. Somebody should write a folk song about it.


Even though I know there is big money in blogging, Jeff Bezos is not giving me a taste on future sales. The magicians and clerics at Delta have not programmed me to hype their silly shower heads. I’m doing this for the good of humanity. Someday you’ll thank me.

US Airways 1549

Saturday, February 28th, 2009

In the interest of keeping up with my promise to myself of updating the blog every time that WordPress has an update, here’s a new entry.

If this is accurate, I had no idea that “Sully” was already in the water when the air traffic controller guys figured out what was going on…

The Gaslight Anthem are quite good.

Monday, February 2nd, 2009

Don’t tell me the music is derivative. Don’t even mention Springsteen, OK? Just don’t do it. You know why? Because The Gaslight Anthem Rock!. Do you know why Letterman said “My God That Was Good!” when they finished their performance on his show? Because The Gaslight Anthem ROCK!!!!
Do you know why I don’t think the lyrics are hokey and don’t care about that hat the singer wears all the time? Because The Gaslight Anthem ROCK! I know, it’s subtle, let me try one more time to get this across to you. It doesn’t even bother me that they have a song called High Lonesome AND a song called Great Expectations. THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM ROCKS!!!!!
Did you hear the ’59 Sound coming through on Grandmama’s radio? 
Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls? 
Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over? 
Did you hear your favorite song one last time? 
Hey, they ROCK and they deal with mortality. That’s deep. 
What about this from High Lonesome? 
“As I drove home 
And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet 
It’s a pretty good song 
Maybe you know the rest 
Maybe you know the rest” 
They’re even aware of their influences and where said influences are in regards to their sleeves. They’re the greatest. The pitcher of Kool Aid is waiting. Have a drink.
Onto the videos…

One more time

So Many Things…

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

the end of the final countdown.

I fear I’ve found that without dying pets, I don’t have the inspiration needed to move forward and actually post something. Our pets are still healthy so I’ll tempt fate and go on without the aid of ailing rodents.
It looks like our outdoor holiday festooning is going to finally shut down… Our neighbor euthanized his polar bear, seal and gnome tonight so tomorrow I’ll have to cyrogenically shut down our inflatable snowman. I may keep the lighted polar bear in the tree (henceforth known as the lookout bear) since it’s been known to make people stop in the middle of the street in front of our house. As long as they don’t get out and try to get some sort of donation from us in the process I love that.
Pandora’s “Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” radio was a letdown. There was even an REO Speedwagon (rhymes with Oreo Speedwagon…) song. I was definitely looking for more “Bohemian Rhapsody” and less “Keep On Loving You.” If you haven’t heard before it’s a service that takes an artist or song and creates a whole playlist similar to said artist or song. I will say that my own well honed “Guy Clark Radio” is perfect. I’ve been taking songs out of that for a couple years now and it’s all spun gold. If you want to hear it let me know. There was one golden moment this summer where there were two consecutive, different songs about girls from Dallas named Alice. Beat that. Better playlists through technology.
In a related note I’m missing TD Mischke’s show since he was thrown off the air for asking inappropriate questions to an internal secretary on the air. What’s the deal with that? He was respectful. He wasn’t being all Howard Sternish. Details are here. Anyway, the related note part of this is that one of the greatest Mischke escapades was his interview with an author of a book discussing the actual wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Click here for some real entertainment.
Not much more to report here. Rosalyn has shown us to be the only “Guitar Hero: World Tour” expert drummer. Did I tell you that I got her a real drum stool for the kit? I’m very romantic.
Also I acquired a ukulele for Christmas and have enjoyed putting it into it’s cardbard box and taking it back out very often. I try to play it and don’t enjoy that so much since I’m a very slow learner, but it will come, right? It has to get better. I’ve played Somewhere Over the Rainbow so much that I’m starting to channel Judy Garland, or is it Rufus Wainright??? No clear answer.
My eldest’s hard working basketball team eeked out it’s first victory in forever today. Very impressive with my eldest clocking in with a basket. It was quite exciting. It was sort of like watching the Miracle on Ice with fewer spectators, no ice and a lot less at stake….

Well. Everyone is in bed and I have about 20 beers in the refrigerator so I guess the rest of my night is planned out.

Back from the dead

Wednesday, December 31st, 2008

I must say that I am embarrassed and sad that I may have disappointed any of my 4 readers out there. I have not lived up to my initial goal as a blogger, which was to make a post at least once for every time WordPress was upgraded. For this I apologize.
In keeping with the theme of pledges and oaths, I’d like to share this fabulous post regarding the oath of office for the Secretary of State of Virginia. After reading it I can’t imagine that anyone would be surprised that it hasn’t been updated since 1891. Enjoy.

I love it when this happens……….

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

I have to be at work at 7:00 tomorrow morning and I can’t stop thinking about the new Okkervil River release. Are they cool or am I listening to this year’s version of Missing Persons? I guess I really don’t care, but I do miss knowing. For the record there was a time I knew. There is little better than having a really big crush on a new song.

Anyway, Pop Lie is one of the greatest songs I’ve ever heard (for the rest of tonight at least). I could listen to it a couple million more times. I’d encourage you to do the same.
May I direct you to one of the most well written pieces I’ve ever seen about the feeling of having that song that connects with you. If you’ve never seen Pete and Pete you need to get with the program. It was one of the greatest shows ever (other than Eerie Indiana of course). I must be frank with you and admit that this episode makes me cry every time. I don’t guarantee the tears but this is an amazing show. This episode has cameos by Syd Straw as the teacher and Marshall Crenshaw as the meter reader. Indulge me and watch it. I think it’s time for me and the kids to get out the Pete and Pete DVDs and get busy.

Get to bed. You need to go to work tomorrow.

My Mortality

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

Different people deal with their Mortality (capitalized for respect) in different ways.
I’m currently thinking about it more and more. The main topic I consider is the choice of music for my funeral ceremony. I’ve heard tales of bikers having Free Bird played at the end of their services. Skynyrd seems a bit over the top. Flying like a free bird is a good idea, but somebody might think that KQ was turned on accidentally and that would neutralize the desired effect.
I was stuck on Roger Whittaker’s The Last Farewell for a while, probably more for the song title than the content. (I love Roger Whittaker.. I mean I REALLY LOVE ROGER WHITTAKER) Once I considered the lyrics it became clear to me that it really wasn’t me. I didn’t spend a lot of time on a French navy sailing ship going into hopeless battles.
Then it came to me, a song that truly sums up my philosophy of life. It could be my biography. I’m at peace now that I’ve found the perfect piece of music to play at my funeral. The music of my life

Rest in Peace little guy…

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

Tonight, 8/14/2008, sometime between 6:30 and 8;30, Huey passed away after a long illness. I’ve listed his good points in the previous post so tonight we’ll just say goodbye to a good friend.
A couple more pics follow and then it’s back to me not posting about a lot of other subjects. 
I love this picture...
Two good friends...

Bus Stop Bus Stop

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

Well, it looks like a chapter in our lives here at the epicenter of St Paul culture is coming to a close. Our second, beloved (don’t forget dumb, funny, charming and filthy) Guinea Pig, Huey is very sick and probably won’t see September. Huey has been ill since the day we picked him up from the shelter two years ago. We could spend 150 bucks a week taking him to any number of vets and I’m sure we’d have the same result: He’d still be a sickly rodent with breathing issues that is lovable, friendly and not always completely in control of his bodily functions. We’ve tried a lot of different paths of treatment and it never seems to do any good.  
Bus Stop of Death In the last month or so he’s lost about half of his body weght in spite of the fact he eats all day. Literally. He’s also starting to lose his balance now and again and is generally looking rough. The irony of the situation is that this is the first time since we’ve had him that his lungs are completely clear. So he has that going for him. In any event the vet (we found a good one for Guinea Pigs if you ever need one) said that he couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong, but whatever it is, it’s probably going to catch up with Mr Huey soon… 
In the mean time he did a quick blood test for diabetes and Huey’s sugar was low so he perscribed a steroid to help him out a bit on bringing that up and maybe giving him a burst of energy in his time left. This isn’t newsworthy, but I did get to pick up the perscription at Target and even got a consultation with the Pharmacist. It was fun asking to pick up a prescription for Huey Hope.
They are “just” Guinea Pigs, but they are OUR GUINEA PIGS dammit and it’s hard to watch one of them die. We’ve been talking with the tall and short offspring about the inevitable and they’ve been pretty good so far, but I’m not looking forward to the final scene.
Last night my bride was helping our youngest get to sleep and our progeny was talking about Huey’s state. I had been spouting some hackneyed poetic analogies about Huey reaching the end of life’s path to help illustrate the whole thing. (It’s hilarious how much I don’t know as a parent and how much of my time is spent making crap up. I always thought my folks knew what they were talking about! Maybe they did, but I sure don’t. This is my first experience as a con artist). Anyway, as the youngest one (7 going on 27) was talking about the state of Huey she had a great quote.
“Huey was on the path of life, now he’s at the Bus Stop of Death.”
Amen. As this is unfolding I’m filling up the little guy with his favorite oranges even though it’s making him the only living mammal to resemble a koosh ball (his grooming skills have slipped a bit). His roommate Piggy, one of the grumpiest pets of all time, is hip to the fact that something’s going on. He’s in very close proximity to Huey most of the time and even goes into his shelter with him when he’s sleeping. It’s quite a sweet thing to watch.
Probably more than you wanted to know about our Guinea Pigs, but it’s a big deal here.