Monthly Archives: March 2008

A great night

It sure was. Last night, my vocal jazz ensemble sang the national anthem at the Cleveland Cavaliers game. To say it was fun would be an understatement.

The night began with a lot of waiting around. We went downstairs to the “event level,” where only staff and the Very Wealthy (the ones who paid $700 for floor seats and $1000 for courtside) were allowed. We watched while the VW ate and drank from a free buffet and open bar.

But then it was time to go on. I wonder if the students thought it went as lightning-fast as I did. It was a great experience, and they sang well – their sound (with the help of some boss mics) filled up the whole arena, and was easily heard – and hopefully enjoyed – by all 20,000 in attendance.

Below are some fotos of the gig – click on them to get the full monty. And when I get the DVD, I’ll post some video here.

Oh yeah – and the Cavs won. How about THAT?

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Happy birthday

Not you, silly. Me! Well actually…my birthday isn’t until 25 August, but I was reminded of it this morning.

In my Boston University doctoral class, I had to make some comments about Leonard Bernstein, likely the most prolific and famous of all American composers of the 20th century, having written music not only for choirs and orchestras, but for the movies as well (West Side Story, On the Town, and others). Anyway, I remembered that Bernstein and I share a birthday, and it got me to wondering something of extreme import:

Who else has a birthday on 25 August? I must know. So I looked, and found an interesting mix of the ridiculous and the sublime…

Well, to start with, there’s Sean Connery. Not bad. Bernstein and Connery – and Rat Fink. Nice.

Then there’s Tim Burton, director of Sweeney Todd, Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, Sleepy Hollow, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (see a pattern here? Heh.) and others.

Then there are the obligatory non-descripts I must mention: model Claudia Schiffer, actor Blair Underwood, and singer Elvis Costello (Did you know he was married to jazz singer Diana Krall? She reminds me somewhat of a young Lauren Bacall.).

Rounding out the list is celebrity cook Rachael Ray, talk show host Regis Philbin, singer Billy Ray Cyrus, and yay – how about this?

Monty Hall from Let’s Make a Deal! My sister and I always watched this show back in the olden days. I loved it. After earning his/her way to the final scene, a player would choose “door number one, door number two, or door number three.” Do you get a trip to Las Vegas, or a plastic piggy bank with 10 cents in it? Did you win a new car, or a goat for your back yard mowing? It was also the subject of endless scrutiny and arguments by mathematical statisticians on what the element of “randomness” suggested. I just thought it was good entertainment. Apparently, the producers of today’s Deal or No Deal agreed, because its premise is almost identical.

Then there’s the baddy. Gene Simmons of Kiss fame. Ugh. He gets no love from the Fink, because he’s an arrogant, misogynistic bag of pretentious, ugly slop. Barf.

Anyway, now you try it. Who’s got yer birthday?

Best site of the day

*yawn*

Hey, friends. I overslept today, till 8:15 a.m., and I feel like total garbage for it. Icky. I got up and immediately had a Klondike Bar (an Ohio delicacy). I know not why.

Ok…this morning’s research led me to a great site. Don’t ask me how I get to these places; I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I’m sure many of you can relate: you start on a single page, notice some sidebar links, click on one or two, then you’re following a strange map. One road leads to another, and then you’re like, “How’d I end up here?” Awesome.

But, I digress. Back to the best site of the day. It’s Roadside America – the self-described “online guide to offbeat tourist attractions.” And they ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie, folks. This stuff makes getting in the car worth it. Except…

I have a secret fear of the Muffler Men.

It must be something about their slightly sociopathic gaze or the fact that you can’t really tell if they’re smiling or not. Maybe it’s that most of them aren’t holding anything in their hands anymore, due to vandalism or the passage of time. Regardless, they trip my creepy meter.

Aside from that, Roadside America features some addictive reading. Too much, probably, for busy people like us. The commentary is smart-aleck, funny and embarrassingly true, and highlights places that are right close to home, such as the bizarre Living Bible Museum in Mansfield.

Also check out this wackjob from Hartsgrove. Only in Ohio…

So where are you going this weekend? How about a nice one-day road trip to Holmes County to see an enormous mural of the History of Cheesemaking? I know, I’m a daredevil excitement junkie. So sue me.

Fink out.

Who says you don’t learn anything…

….by reading the Fink?

As just about everyone knows by now, I have a hobby. Some people ski or knit or do woodworking or play Texas Hold ‘Em. My hobby is research. I’m a bona fide philomath. An info droid. A fact junkie. Geeky McGeekleman. I am, as my son jokingly calls me, the Queen of Useless Information.

Some unbelievable stuff happened in March, historically. Did you know that? Looky:

1968 – A group of American soldiers murdered 504 Vietnamese men, women and children in the village of My Lai. Although a military trial was mounted, not one of the 25 officers charged with the killings (and the subsequent cover-up) ever served a day in jail. This account of the My Lai Massacre will blow your mind.

1874 – Magician and escape artist Harry Houdini was born in Hungary. (Real name: Erich Weiss.) In 1926, a young man punched him in the stomach (a trick Houdini often played with people on the street to show he couldn’t be harmed by enormous blows to the abdomen), but Houdini was taken by surprise by the student and didn’t have time to tighten his muscles. His appendix exploded and he died a few days later, on Halloween.

1972 – The Watergate scandal broke in the Washington Post. It simultaneously ended the career of president Richard Nixon and propelled reporters Carl Bernstein & Bob Woodward to superstardom.

2003 – The war in Iraq began when US troops crushed the regime of Saddam Hussein. (Has it really been that long?)

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1977 Two 747 jets collided on a foggy runway on the Canary island of Tenerife. Over 500 people died, making it the single worst crash in aviation history.

RF, canceling those plane reservations.

BTTH I

Boot To The Head. Not you, Gracious Visitor/Patient Reader. I’m talking about the goofballs (mostly spammers and strikingly unaware journalists) who continue to hang onto the annoying, outdated web-speak that clearly died a calm and quiet death in 1997. Think Ron Burgundy of the Internet.

Pretty much, nobody looks at something amazing and says, “Aw, radical!” anymore. Just sounds kind of silly, right? Well, so does the following. Please don’t say these words, or even think them.

Phrases That Belong in the Boneyard, or
If I Hear You Say These, You Get a Boot to the Head

  1. Prosumers – combination of “professional” and “consumers.” Bad, bad word. Because it’s dumb and lazy. And dumb.
  2. Webinar – this is the last time I will ever type that idiotic word.
  3. The ‘Net – if you say this, I will hit you.
  4. Surfin’ the ‘Net – see #3, except substitute “strangle” for “hit.”
  5. E-commerce – Actually, “E” anything should be outlawed. Bring back public floggings – that’s what I say.
  6. Information Superhighway – Ooo, yeah. Let’s think up something really 21st century. Meet George Jetson.
  7. “Cyber” anything – I mean it. I’ll pound ya.
  8. Blogosphere – BTTH.
  9. Podcast – yeah, even that one’s getting tiring. Can we just say you uploaded a sound file?
  10. Killer app – I say we find the woman who invented this phrase, and killer.

It’s amazing how many modern journalists still use this tripe to describe activities on the web. It makes me wish they’d spill their nonfat sugar-free double marble mocha iced macchiato all over their Blackberry earpieces (and I hate those, too – can you say “unbearably pretentious and ugly?”). Ugh.

And that’s today’s rant. I hate those ridiculous words. They’re almost as annoying as saying, “Boot to the Head” over and over.

Fink out.