Back in the late 90's at my horrible job at Long's Bookstore my coworker in the supply department and I would listen to the Jim Rome radio show while pricing merchandise.
Say what you want about Rome, it does not really matter now. One of his 'rules' for getting on the phone in part of the show was, "Have a take, and don't suck."
And get of my lawn I would like social media commenters to follow that Rome Rule, but it does not happen.
Plenty of takes from people who like to see their profile pictures in the comments section, who may seem to thrive on the attention their posts get, negative or not - and plenty of sucking out there.
I do not have much energy to engage with people I know, let alone strangers on the internet. Better for me to keep quiet.
Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Thank you, Van
One of the great broadcasters, Van Miller, died today aged 87. He was the longtime voice of The Buffalo Bills. His work was terrific. His enthusiasm for the game came across whether the team won or lost. Here are some of his calls for The Comeback Game.
He coined the term 'Fandemonium."
You can listen to more of his calls here.
He retired in 2003, his successor, John Murphy does a fine job as well.
Rest in Peace, Van.
He coined the term 'Fandemonium."
You can listen to more of his calls here.
He retired in 2003, his successor, John Murphy does a fine job as well.
Rest in Peace, Van.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Stan Freberg 1926-2015
He was one of the great audio artists of our time. Stan Freberg was a pioneer, a creative and innovator for over seventy years. I'm sure I first heard his work on the Doctor Demento show, but probably was introduced to him even sooner through a radio commercial or one of his numerous voice works in a cartoon.
I have no idea where to start. St. George and the Dragonet? Day-O? United States of America? John and Marsha? You can find it all on youtube.
This is the classic. A pinnacle of his work.
Later he would produce and write a very successful series of television commercials that featured his son Donovan. Freberg also appeared on Roseanne as Mr. Parkin and worked with Weird Al Yankovic on his television show.
The world is less funny today, less thoughtful and brilliant. One of the good ones has signed off.
I have no idea where to start. St. George and the Dragonet? Day-O? United States of America? John and Marsha? You can find it all on youtube.
This is the classic. A pinnacle of his work.
Later he would produce and write a very successful series of television commercials that featured his son Donovan. Freberg also appeared on Roseanne as Mr. Parkin and worked with Weird Al Yankovic on his television show.
The world is less funny today, less thoughtful and brilliant. One of the good ones has signed off.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
More seventies memories
This is from a live journal entry from ten years ago after a trip we made to Long Island.
When we went to Long Island we stopped in Valley Stream for a couple of minutes to see the old apartment we lived in before moving to Islip in 1972. The building hadn't changed much. What can you do to brick? Air conditioning had been added, the awning changed, little else.
We drove past the first school I attended, Alden Terrace Elementary. Perceptions and distance changes over time. I hadn't been there in years and it seemed so much smaller. The baseball fields I played little league on were tinier than I remembered. the walking distance from one side of the field to the school was so much shorter.
Missing were the garages. They had ben torn down. We used to sit on the roof and watch the games, or traffic. We weren't allowed up there. I saw my parents drive by, looking for us. I jumped off, slipped and landed head first on the ground. A few more stitches for me.
In the alley leading to the school was where the ice cream trucks would wage war. There was lovable old Gus, who used to let us ring the bells on the truck, against any young newcomer driving a Good Humor truck. The poor newbie didn't know what hit him when he stole Gus' spot on little league night. Gus blocked him in the alley so he couldn't get out to continue his route.
We lived in the landing pattern of Kennedy Airport then. They came in so low, you could read the writing on the sides of the planes clearly. Later, in high school, a couple of us were planespotters. Then though, the new thing was the 747. No plane had sounded like than when flying by. A few years later though, when the Concorde was controversial - to me, it had nothing on the noise the 747 produced. The Concorde did have a higher pitch, but the bass notes belonged to Boeing.
When we went to Coney Island, I thought of the power of radio and the hundreds of thousands sunning themselves, with their transistor radios tuned to WABC. Morrow, or Lundy, or Harrison would tell them to flip over to even their tans,and lines of people on the sad would do so. that was influence people.
In the apartment, listening to the radio was where the musical education started. The hits of the time of the early 70's. then the consultants came in and ruined it all. It must have been in '74 or '75 when it all seemed to change for me, in many other ways than musically. For three years I didn't listen to much of anything, other than Bob Murphy and losing Mets games. It was all disco out there, and Donald Grant tearing apart the Mets, for these ears until birthday number thirteen.
I had birthday money and was going to buy either a bowling ball or a record album.
The Beatles '67-'70 won.
When we went to Long Island we stopped in Valley Stream for a couple of minutes to see the old apartment we lived in before moving to Islip in 1972. The building hadn't changed much. What can you do to brick? Air conditioning had been added, the awning changed, little else.
We drove past the first school I attended, Alden Terrace Elementary. Perceptions and distance changes over time. I hadn't been there in years and it seemed so much smaller. The baseball fields I played little league on were tinier than I remembered. the walking distance from one side of the field to the school was so much shorter.
Missing were the garages. They had ben torn down. We used to sit on the roof and watch the games, or traffic. We weren't allowed up there. I saw my parents drive by, looking for us. I jumped off, slipped and landed head first on the ground. A few more stitches for me.
In the alley leading to the school was where the ice cream trucks would wage war. There was lovable old Gus, who used to let us ring the bells on the truck, against any young newcomer driving a Good Humor truck. The poor newbie didn't know what hit him when he stole Gus' spot on little league night. Gus blocked him in the alley so he couldn't get out to continue his route.
We lived in the landing pattern of Kennedy Airport then. They came in so low, you could read the writing on the sides of the planes clearly. Later, in high school, a couple of us were planespotters. Then though, the new thing was the 747. No plane had sounded like than when flying by. A few years later though, when the Concorde was controversial - to me, it had nothing on the noise the 747 produced. The Concorde did have a higher pitch, but the bass notes belonged to Boeing.
When we went to Coney Island, I thought of the power of radio and the hundreds of thousands sunning themselves, with their transistor radios tuned to WABC. Morrow, or Lundy, or Harrison would tell them to flip over to even their tans,and lines of people on the sad would do so. that was influence people.
In the apartment, listening to the radio was where the musical education started. The hits of the time of the early 70's. then the consultants came in and ruined it all. It must have been in '74 or '75 when it all seemed to change for me, in many other ways than musically. For three years I didn't listen to much of anything, other than Bob Murphy and losing Mets games. It was all disco out there, and Donald Grant tearing apart the Mets, for these ears until birthday number thirteen.
I had birthday money and was going to buy either a bowling ball or a record album.
The Beatles '67-'70 won.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Whirlwind of overwhelming
All of the busy, and the sleep deprivation caught up with me at a workshop this morning when a cluster headache decided to throw a party behind my right eye. Ouch. Left work early and slept a couple of hours. I do feel better.
Friday evening I will be a guest of Vernell Bristow on the internet radio show Speaking of Poetry. I'll be talking about all the great things that will be happening on the Word is Art Stage at the Columbus Arts Festival on June 7-9. You can listen live here.
Saturday afternoon I will be doing a half hour feature to raise money for the Writers' Block Poetry Slam team to head to Nationals in Boston this August. It's going to be at Kafe Kerouac form 1:30-2. There will be readings starting on Friday night at 8PM and going all night. You can see the schedule and other information here.
All this and it's not even June yet. More to come.
Friday evening I will be a guest of Vernell Bristow on the internet radio show Speaking of Poetry. I'll be talking about all the great things that will be happening on the Word is Art Stage at the Columbus Arts Festival on June 7-9. You can listen live here.
Saturday afternoon I will be doing a half hour feature to raise money for the Writers' Block Poetry Slam team to head to Nationals in Boston this August. It's going to be at Kafe Kerouac form 1:30-2. There will be readings starting on Friday night at 8PM and going all night. You can see the schedule and other information here.
All this and it's not even June yet. More to come.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Ego boost after fighting traffic
I was on internet radio last night with Ethan Rivera to talk about our coming trip to IWPS. Just before the show started, Vernell took this picture of me with her phone. I gave a panicked smile.
When I looked at it later, I was surprised. It does not suck. I hate pictures of myself more than my poetry but this one does not make me squirm.
It's as if I had stayed in radio and this was my head shot for the afternoon drive show. I like the little halo of light over my left shoulder. Yes, it swells my skull a bit so the headphones have to be adjusted. Thanks again Vernell!
Speaking of IWPS, thank you all so much for your support. The hotel room is more or less paid for now. All I have to do is get on the stage now and I can't wait! Departure for Fayetteville is Wednesday.
When I looked at it later, I was surprised. It does not suck. I hate pictures of myself more than my poetry but this one does not make me squirm.
It's as if I had stayed in radio and this was my head shot for the afternoon drive show. I like the little halo of light over my left shoulder. Yes, it swells my skull a bit so the headphones have to be adjusted. Thanks again Vernell!
Speaking of IWPS, thank you all so much for your support. The hotel room is more or less paid for now. All I have to do is get on the stage now and I can't wait! Departure for Fayetteville is Wednesday.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
An admission that I was wrong
This place opened up in the Short North sometime in 2006, I think. Used to go there quite frequently. It was a place of Live Journal meetups, crying waitresses, first time I love you's and other awkward social situations.
I did not think they would make it. Usually we were the only people there, and they did not have what was ordered. Happily now, they're thriving, and have added an east side location. A downtown spot has been planned for years. They have a great brunch on weekends, this might be a good one to make a return.
Last week I made an appearance on the radio show Speaking of Poetry. If you did not hear it and are interested, here is a link to the podcast. It was a good hour of radio in which we had a lively discussion of autism.
Monday, August 1, 2011
First of the Month Project
The political divide continues to grow in this country. It seems no opposing sides can look at a landscape and agree that it even is a landscape. How can you determine the forest, trees when you cannot even define what is being observed?
We have this thing, and it's really bad. Does it matter who caused it, and when anymore? Or is it time to look at right now and the future - maybe even do something about it instead of posturing and worrying about your ideology winning or maintaining political power during the next election cycle.
There's more than a bit of vitriol passed about on the Facebook and message boards. I'm trying to stay out of it this time, having some popcorn, snacks and a beverage.
May start doing something new here on the first day of every month. A little feature called 'What I've been Listening to." Not necessarily what is new, but what I've been listening to in the car, on the iTunes, on TuneInRadio. Some of these songs may make the year end list, some may not. I'll try and pick about 3-6 songs each month and see how it goes.
I am mixed about her last two records, but this song, off an EP she put out for her recent tour, is a real winner. I like the effort she made to go out of her comfort zone here, alot.
Post Clarence death here. This song's been on in the car quite a bit. It even inspired a poem. This is a great performance.
Found this one through a Scottish Music Blog The Vinyl Villain. Had no idea there was a version released before the hit. Liking this one.
First heard of her singing with Jeff Beck on the Grammys a couple of years ago. She just released Mayhem, and it's boss!
One of the joys of listening to radio 10 out of Amsterdam. This gem of a Dutch hit from 1973.
Still missing Paul Hester.
Alright, let's see if I can remember this for next month. Whoops I'll be out of the country. Will figure something out.
Finally, have to give a shout out to my archenemy Scott Woods, he's going to be talking about poetry slam, along with Simone Beaubien on the NPR show On Point this Wednesday at 11AM EDT.
We have this thing, and it's really bad. Does it matter who caused it, and when anymore? Or is it time to look at right now and the future - maybe even do something about it instead of posturing and worrying about your ideology winning or maintaining political power during the next election cycle.
There's more than a bit of vitriol passed about on the Facebook and message boards. I'm trying to stay out of it this time, having some popcorn, snacks and a beverage.
May start doing something new here on the first day of every month. A little feature called 'What I've been Listening to." Not necessarily what is new, but what I've been listening to in the car, on the iTunes, on TuneInRadio. Some of these songs may make the year end list, some may not. I'll try and pick about 3-6 songs each month and see how it goes.
I am mixed about her last two records, but this song, off an EP she put out for her recent tour, is a real winner. I like the effort she made to go out of her comfort zone here, alot.
Post Clarence death here. This song's been on in the car quite a bit. It even inspired a poem. This is a great performance.
Found this one through a Scottish Music Blog The Vinyl Villain. Had no idea there was a version released before the hit. Liking this one.
First heard of her singing with Jeff Beck on the Grammys a couple of years ago. She just released Mayhem, and it's boss!
One of the joys of listening to radio 10 out of Amsterdam. This gem of a Dutch hit from 1973.
Still missing Paul Hester.
Alright, let's see if I can remember this for next month. Whoops I'll be out of the country. Will figure something out.
Finally, have to give a shout out to my archenemy Scott Woods, he's going to be talking about poetry slam, along with Simone Beaubien on the NPR show On Point this Wednesday at 11AM EDT.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Ah, scratch my back baby
Day 18 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio.
Geez, where to do you want me to start?
I've written about her extensively here, my answer remains Maria McKee.
Eighteen years later this song still has more energy than 90% of the pablum on the airwaves today.
Endure the ad, you will be rewarded by a killer cover.
Geez, where to do you want me to start?
I've written about her extensively here, my answer remains Maria McKee.
Eighteen years later this song still has more energy than 90% of the pablum on the airwaves today.
Endure the ad, you will be rewarded by a killer cover.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A Year of Discoveries
One of my favorite apps on the iPod Touch is Tunein Radio. It's a very impressive app that I'm having a lot of fun with and have not even scratched the surface of the stations available.
My stereo system has a dock and charger for an iPod and I tried plugging it in after I bought the iPod, with no success. Finally realized that the back cover had to be removed for the unit to function properly, and it's plugged into the stereo right now, BBC Radio 6 is on. Beautiful.
I've found a couple of stations from the New York City area, one of them being WINS. It's an all news station that is lacking in the Columbus market. For decades they have been delivering the news 24/7. Their slogan remains, "Give us 22 minutes, and we'll give you the world."
When I was growing up on Long Island WLNG could only be tuned in if the wind was right. They're located on the east end and from where I lived, the signal was rarely strong enough for good reception. I love this station's approach. They keep the ads local, there is a sincere personality to the on air talent, and the music is oldies. Their oldies format runs deep to, not just the top five singles, but they go a bit more obscure - and I like that. Plus, the DJ's voices are processed with a bit of reverb. It's a fun station.
Yesterday I somehow lucked into listening to a soccer match live on Radio Merseyside. Most of the BBC stations live soccer matches are blocked over here for copyright reasons, but Everton/Stoke I was able to experience live, and despite the Everton loss it was a thrill to hear as it happened.
This morning I tried to find a link to the Old Firm match, but was unsuccessful. Managed to find a decent video link on the laptop. I cannot be stopped when the urge to see a match exists. Celtic won 2-0 and all was right in the world.
Goofing around a bit later I managed to track down the audio from the second half of the Chelsea/Aston Villa match. Very exciting as the lead went back and forth and Villa tied it, seconds after Chelsea thought they earned the victory.
This season I've been listening to a lot of the Bills losses on the laptop but I listened to 97 Rock's feed as the Jets kicked their asses in today. Looks like the Bills will have a top five draft pick.
This iPod touch is a fancy piece of technology. Bought a cassette adapter so it can be used in the car and a cigarette lighter adapter so we can charge the battery in the car. A lot of wires but to put a new stereo in the Subaru would involve demolition, filing of edges and would lost much more than the twenty five bucks just spent.
Trying to get my writing discipline back. Too many distractions that are my fault are keeping me away from how I want to get it done. Plus, my son has been bouncing off the walls all year. Thank God school starts back tomorrow. Little sleep has made me a grumpy dragon.
I've only been following stats for this blog since April, but thanks for the 2,863 visits. I know I'm not The Dooce, but I do what I can.
My stereo system has a dock and charger for an iPod and I tried plugging it in after I bought the iPod, with no success. Finally realized that the back cover had to be removed for the unit to function properly, and it's plugged into the stereo right now, BBC Radio 6 is on. Beautiful.
I've found a couple of stations from the New York City area, one of them being WINS. It's an all news station that is lacking in the Columbus market. For decades they have been delivering the news 24/7. Their slogan remains, "Give us 22 minutes, and we'll give you the world."
When I was growing up on Long Island WLNG could only be tuned in if the wind was right. They're located on the east end and from where I lived, the signal was rarely strong enough for good reception. I love this station's approach. They keep the ads local, there is a sincere personality to the on air talent, and the music is oldies. Their oldies format runs deep to, not just the top five singles, but they go a bit more obscure - and I like that. Plus, the DJ's voices are processed with a bit of reverb. It's a fun station.
Yesterday I somehow lucked into listening to a soccer match live on Radio Merseyside. Most of the BBC stations live soccer matches are blocked over here for copyright reasons, but Everton/Stoke I was able to experience live, and despite the Everton loss it was a thrill to hear as it happened.
This morning I tried to find a link to the Old Firm match, but was unsuccessful. Managed to find a decent video link on the laptop. I cannot be stopped when the urge to see a match exists. Celtic won 2-0 and all was right in the world.
Goofing around a bit later I managed to track down the audio from the second half of the Chelsea/Aston Villa match. Very exciting as the lead went back and forth and Villa tied it, seconds after Chelsea thought they earned the victory.
This season I've been listening to a lot of the Bills losses on the laptop but I listened to 97 Rock's feed as the Jets kicked their asses in today. Looks like the Bills will have a top five draft pick.
This iPod touch is a fancy piece of technology. Bought a cassette adapter so it can be used in the car and a cigarette lighter adapter so we can charge the battery in the car. A lot of wires but to put a new stereo in the Subaru would involve demolition, filing of edges and would lost much more than the twenty five bucks just spent.
Trying to get my writing discipline back. Too many distractions that are my fault are keeping me away from how I want to get it done. Plus, my son has been bouncing off the walls all year. Thank God school starts back tomorrow. Little sleep has made me a grumpy dragon.
I've only been following stats for this blog since April, but thanks for the 2,863 visits. I know I'm not The Dooce, but I do what I can.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Make me dance I want to surrender
Survived the weekend festivities. While driving into Fredonia on Saturday afternoon I heard two friends on the campus station. The alumni took over the radio for the weekend in hour shifts. I was asked, but declined.
When I got there though, my friend Chris asked if I'd join him as he did not want to be alone. He did not have to ask twice.
With Mike as our board operator and Chris' iPod as our record library we did an hour of live, unrehearsed radio and have a freaking blast doing it. I read the weather forecast for the first time in over twenty tears, talked about bagging an elk on Center Street. All was right in the world. It felt great to be back on the air. No one could afford my services now though, but Chris and I should consider a podcast.
Finally got to see a show at the renovated Opera House, Dan Berggren did an hour set in a beautiful theater.
Then it was over to BJ's for the shenanigans. 600 wings were devoured by starving alumni. There was live music and flashbulbs. Felt like a pinball bouncing around between people. Pheromones and dollar well drinks filled the air. My Scottish Wife had a good time and talked to a few people too. She was amazed that the bartender gave her a free coke with her drink.
After the music was over, I stood on the stage and took pictures of the crowd. I was joined by Sue, and as she and I talked a crowd gathered around us for a group shot. The price of fame I suppose.
Had to leave early to drive back to Buffalo in a pissing down rainstorm. Stayed sober and responsible. No drama, no first wife showed up.
Drove home yesterday in more heavy rain. Still made it home in excellent time. Been listening to the new Belle and Sebastian record, it helps to have connections as it's not being released until next week.
Typing this on a borrowed net book, still trying to decide on a permanent home computer situation. We have a couple of weeks to decide. Have nowhere to upload pictures to yet, but have a few to share. I look very odd in the pictures I've seen of me from this weekend.
When I got there though, my friend Chris asked if I'd join him as he did not want to be alone. He did not have to ask twice.
With Mike as our board operator and Chris' iPod as our record library we did an hour of live, unrehearsed radio and have a freaking blast doing it. I read the weather forecast for the first time in over twenty tears, talked about bagging an elk on Center Street. All was right in the world. It felt great to be back on the air. No one could afford my services now though, but Chris and I should consider a podcast.
Finally got to see a show at the renovated Opera House, Dan Berggren did an hour set in a beautiful theater.
Then it was over to BJ's for the shenanigans. 600 wings were devoured by starving alumni. There was live music and flashbulbs. Felt like a pinball bouncing around between people. Pheromones and dollar well drinks filled the air. My Scottish Wife had a good time and talked to a few people too. She was amazed that the bartender gave her a free coke with her drink.
After the music was over, I stood on the stage and took pictures of the crowd. I was joined by Sue, and as she and I talked a crowd gathered around us for a group shot. The price of fame I suppose.
Had to leave early to drive back to Buffalo in a pissing down rainstorm. Stayed sober and responsible. No drama, no first wife showed up.
Drove home yesterday in more heavy rain. Still made it home in excellent time. Been listening to the new Belle and Sebastian record, it helps to have connections as it's not being released until next week.
Typing this on a borrowed net book, still trying to decide on a permanent home computer situation. We have a couple of weeks to decide. Have nowhere to upload pictures to yet, but have a few to share. I look very odd in the pictures I've seen of me from this weekend.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Confused by Hooves
Did something yesterday I'd been putting off for far too long. The turntable and stereo have been set up in the back room for years. I rarely sit back there and use them. Once in awhile I'll turn on the radio. Saturday was the first time I put on a album in months.
But Sunday, that was the time to bring up the 45's.
For a couple of hours it was a nostalgia trip, dropping the needle on singles I forgot I had and wondered what the hell I was doing with.
A case in point.
My son joined me for a good amount of the time also. Not sure if he was grooving to the music but he picked up a 45 and put his lips in the opening. We peeked at each other through the holes in record sleeves and smiled at each other. He sat in my lap and took in my shuffling though the records, and they were, after all these years, still in alphabetical order.
My wife seemed to like me pulling out a few things also. But I had to take the needle off Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood and the Bronski Beat.
A big surprise was finding this song. It was quite humbling to see that it is thirty one years old.
This was a huge hit on WLIR back in the day. Didn't John DeBella play this all the time?
I remember playing some of my parents records and joking that they were old. Those songs were only about 10-15 years old. I have 45's that are older than I am.
The two songs that got me the most were a couple of George Harrison B-Sides. I Don't Care Anymore is a drunken goof. Then there's this one.
The phone number at the end allegedly belonged to Mr. McCartney.
I'm hoping it will take me more than a decade before I break out the singles again. There's a tactile pleasure to playing records that goes so much more personal and deeper than simply clicking on a song in iTunes. Plus the whole sound fidelity issue. The warmth and depth you get out of vinyl that is not there in digital sound, even when the record crackles and skips. Man, Revolution sounded so dirty and distorted on the 45. The Fabs could be so nasty, or at least be mixed that way.
But Sunday, that was the time to bring up the 45's.
For a couple of hours it was a nostalgia trip, dropping the needle on singles I forgot I had and wondered what the hell I was doing with.
A case in point.
My son joined me for a good amount of the time also. Not sure if he was grooving to the music but he picked up a 45 and put his lips in the opening. We peeked at each other through the holes in record sleeves and smiled at each other. He sat in my lap and took in my shuffling though the records, and they were, after all these years, still in alphabetical order.
My wife seemed to like me pulling out a few things also. But I had to take the needle off Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood and the Bronski Beat.
A big surprise was finding this song. It was quite humbling to see that it is thirty one years old.
This was a huge hit on WLIR back in the day. Didn't John DeBella play this all the time?
I remember playing some of my parents records and joking that they were old. Those songs were only about 10-15 years old. I have 45's that are older than I am.
The two songs that got me the most were a couple of George Harrison B-Sides. I Don't Care Anymore is a drunken goof. Then there's this one.
The phone number at the end allegedly belonged to Mr. McCartney.
I'm hoping it will take me more than a decade before I break out the singles again. There's a tactile pleasure to playing records that goes so much more personal and deeper than simply clicking on a song in iTunes. Plus the whole sound fidelity issue. The warmth and depth you get out of vinyl that is not there in digital sound, even when the record crackles and skips. Man, Revolution sounded so dirty and distorted on the 45. The Fabs could be so nasty, or at least be mixed that way.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
That Darn Closure
Still thinking about Andyman's passing. My first wife was a disc jockey on his station for a brief time. Triggered me a bit with the question I was asked a couple of weeks ago. She made some very cruel posts about me on craigslist a few years back then accused me of spying on her when I called her on them.
I never did get an answer to my question. How is seeing posts made in a pubic message board, or a blog or website that is public and not password protected considered spying?
If you put material out there for the public to see you should be responsible and know who is going to be a part of the audience. It could be anyone. It often is someone you specifically do not want to see what you're ranting about. People do not like to be caught being jerkwads, or sticking their foot deeper and deeper into their mouths. I guess that's what makes them jerkwads. Lord knows I've stuck my keyboard up my ass too many times to mention.
Back to Andyman. Another time when he was the PA announcer for the OSU hockey games he announced a penalty on an opposing player as, "Two minutes for holding the steek."
You read the Facebook and Twitter tributes and you see the impact one person had on people in the city. It will be hard to replace someone who had the personality he had.
Now I'm getting word from wife2 that she does not want to keep the dog. There's nothing wrong with the dog, but she does not think she has the personality to be a fur-mother, or whatever term she used. Better to find out now than later I guess. Now she has to find a home for the sweet guy. Wonder if my son with notice the dog is gone? Something she should have thought through, like so many other schemes she has had, which I'm sure includes marrying me.
Maybe I won't be so damn angsty when the heat breaks, at this rate we're looking at October.
I never did get an answer to my question. How is seeing posts made in a pubic message board, or a blog or website that is public and not password protected considered spying?
If you put material out there for the public to see you should be responsible and know who is going to be a part of the audience. It could be anyone. It often is someone you specifically do not want to see what you're ranting about. People do not like to be caught being jerkwads, or sticking their foot deeper and deeper into their mouths. I guess that's what makes them jerkwads. Lord knows I've stuck my keyboard up my ass too many times to mention.
Back to Andyman. Another time when he was the PA announcer for the OSU hockey games he announced a penalty on an opposing player as, "Two minutes for holding the steek."
You read the Facebook and Twitter tributes and you see the impact one person had on people in the city. It will be hard to replace someone who had the personality he had.
Now I'm getting word from wife2 that she does not want to keep the dog. There's nothing wrong with the dog, but she does not think she has the personality to be a fur-mother, or whatever term she used. Better to find out now than later I guess. Now she has to find a home for the sweet guy. Wonder if my son with notice the dog is gone? Something she should have thought through, like so many other schemes she has had, which I'm sure includes marrying me.
Maybe I won't be so damn angsty when the heat breaks, at this rate we're looking at October.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Taking Calls...
My wife informed me about the death of local radio personality Andyman this morning. I never met him, but his personality, and voice, were everywhere in this city. He'd been a part of the radio scene for almost twenty years.
I remember him when he was the PA announcer for the Ohio State Hockey games. He messed up the pronunciation of Mike Komisarek's hometown. It's Eye-Slip Terrace not Is-lip!
On at least one New Years Eve, he was lowered by a crane at midnight, wearing only a diaper. He did a lot of good for local charities, raised a lot of money and awareness. He loved Columbus, owned a bar that had a tree growing in the middle of it - he was a local version of Falstaff.
He lost a lot a weight, started a family, had three children and will be a voice that is going to be hard to replace.
Over the weekend he drowned while on vacation.
Life is too short. Rest in peace, Andyman. You're missed already.
I remember him when he was the PA announcer for the Ohio State Hockey games. He messed up the pronunciation of Mike Komisarek's hometown. It's Eye-Slip Terrace not Is-lip!
On at least one New Years Eve, he was lowered by a crane at midnight, wearing only a diaper. He did a lot of good for local charities, raised a lot of money and awareness. He loved Columbus, owned a bar that had a tree growing in the middle of it - he was a local version of Falstaff.
He lost a lot a weight, started a family, had three children and will be a voice that is going to be hard to replace.
Over the weekend he drowned while on vacation.
Life is too short. Rest in peace, Andyman. You're missed already.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Before I Call Mom
This just in: I will be a guest tonight, Sunday May 9th on Speaking of Poetry, with Miss Vernell and Miss J. You can listen in at THIS ADDRESS starting at 6PM EDT.
Everton's season is over. I can bemoan what could have been. Those late second half blown leads against Aston Villa and West Ham come to mind. Four more points would have put them ahead of Liverpool. After the injuries and the horrible start though, eighth place and out of the Europa League seems about right. Now it's time for Moyes and the board to find some players, early, in the summer transfer window and get it right next season.
Made another visit to Jeff's shrine late Friday. More notes of remembrance, flowers, someone left a couple of paint brushes. It's very sweet. WOSU made mention of his death also. No mention in the Dispatch yet.
Everton's season is over. I can bemoan what could have been. Those late second half blown leads against Aston Villa and West Ham come to mind. Four more points would have put them ahead of Liverpool. After the injuries and the horrible start though, eighth place and out of the Europa League seems about right. Now it's time for Moyes and the board to find some players, early, in the summer transfer window and get it right next season.
Made another visit to Jeff's shrine late Friday. More notes of remembrance, flowers, someone left a couple of paint brushes. It's very sweet. WOSU made mention of his death also. No mention in the Dispatch yet.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Mourning
Ron Lundy died yesterday at the age of 75. Lundy was one of the five voices of my life between the ages of five to thirteen. He was a disc jockey on WABC radio.
With Bruce Morrow, Harry Harrison, Chuck Leonard and Dan Ingram, these guys on the radio every day had their fingers on the pulse of New York City and beyond. WABC's signal, 50,000 watts of clear channel power, went up and down the east coast.
Lundy was class, they all were. This station was one of the main reasons I went on to seek a career in radio. They are why I know so much about music. It was important and I am sad to hear that Lundy is no more.
Rest in peace. You made New York the greatest city in the world!
With Bruce Morrow, Harry Harrison, Chuck Leonard and Dan Ingram, these guys on the radio every day had their fingers on the pulse of New York City and beyond. WABC's signal, 50,000 watts of clear channel power, went up and down the east coast.
Lundy was class, they all were. This station was one of the main reasons I went on to seek a career in radio. They are why I know so much about music. It was important and I am sad to hear that Lundy is no more.
Rest in peace. You made New York the greatest city in the world!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Six Hours Away
I'm going to be interviewed by Miss V. and Miss J. on their show Speaking of Poetry at 6PM EDT today. We're going to be talking about IWPS and other things. Might even read a couple of poems.
Here's the link. This is a live stream that is not archived, so you got to listen live!
And to help me get to IWPS, you can Donate Here!
Here's the link. This is a live stream that is not archived, so you got to listen live!
And to help me get to IWPS, you can Donate Here!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A heaping amount of poetry
Thanks to a couple of pints of Jeni's I got to attend Writing Wrongs open mic last night. First time I'd been there on a Tuesday night. A good crowd was on hand for the poetry and Scott Woods feature. The open mic was electric, there was some fine poets who read last night. I read too, Everywhere at Once, and did a decent job with it. Scott had a strong feature. Glad I got to go.
Last Sunday I was on internet radio as part of the panel with Miss Vernell, Miss J. and Wali. We had a fun and spirited discussion about the greatest poets of all time. I got my picks of William Carlos Williams and Sylvia Plath into play and was the bad judge when it came to Saul Williams. I regret the comment about Tupac getting shot again after he was not chosen. I hope they have me back as a talking head soon.
Tonight it's open mic at Writers Block. Starts at eight at Kafe Kerouac. Maybe I'll have something new, maybe not.
Last Sunday I was on internet radio as part of the panel with Miss Vernell, Miss J. and Wali. We had a fun and spirited discussion about the greatest poets of all time. I got my picks of William Carlos Williams and Sylvia Plath into play and was the bad judge when it came to Saul Williams. I regret the comment about Tupac getting shot again after he was not chosen. I hope they have me back as a talking head soon.
Tonight it's open mic at Writers Block. Starts at eight at Kafe Kerouac. Maybe I'll have something new, maybe not.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I have a tracking number
I have to admit my day was better than the six months pregnant women who was walking in the woods, got chased by a bear then hit by a car.
By checking a wrong box on a form, it cost $41.95 to send said, corrected, form 3,600 miles in two days. That's a lot of stamps.
Live and learn, and continue to wait.
In other news, it looks like I'm going to be interviewed about the Arts Fest gig on WCBE. The interview is next Thursday. Not sure on the air date but I'll let you know.
Earlier, I went to dinner at a Chinese place. I've been such a wreck today the fortune cookie slipped out of my hand and hit the floor. It broke open.
Here's what the fortune said:
"Good news from afar may bring you a welcome visitor."
The fortune is now on the refrigerator. I swear if the thing had lottery numbers on it I'd have played them.
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