The lady who is the chief of staff sent me an e-mail this morning to welcome me to The QCC. That would be the Quarter Century Club in the enterprise where I work. I'm not sure what to think about getting this e-mail. She mentions scheduling a virtual meeting with the CEO, virtual only because the company HQ is in Chicago. She continues that I can ( Read more... )

For some reason this evening, Internal DJ decided to start playing Liz Phair: "Extraordinary." I like the song and I went to go find it on YouTube and play it. I used to love hearing it on the radio, when I still listened to the radio. It's funny, I go get videos on YouTube as the go-to, instead of looking them up on Spotify. I suppose it may have ( Read more... )

“All my laurels you have riven away, and my roses ( Read more... )

What IS it about that song that bothers me so much, that punches past whatever wants to close off and lets me feel it? I am sure that part of it is Sarah McLachlan's voice. She can really push that sense of anxiety and loss out of her throat. The music and lyrics are also well-crafted. She's a talented song writer. It all has to work together and ( Read more... )

"What is silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father ( Read more... )

I was rooting around in the closet this evening, moving boxes, and I pulled out the one containing all of those letters Crystal and I had exchanged back before we were married. I pulled one out, just for fun, and started reading. It was one of mine to her, written on June 19, 1988. I got to a section written sometime between 10 PM and midnight, ( Read more... )

My boss sometimes listens to classic rock music that has been rendered down into Muzak and it is just loud enough that it invades my cubicle and subliminally poisons my musical sensibilities. I have been treated to such Muzak-ified versions of great songs like The Doors: "Light My Fire" and Led Zepplin's "Kashmir"I'm a libertarian...but sometimes ( Read more... )

Shannon's birthday was Sunday. I called to say hi to her on Saturday and wish her happy birthday. I knew that I wouldn't catch her on Sunday. She had a couple of friends over on Saturday night. I suppose that Shannon was regaling them with tales from the anime convention that she went to in Bakersfield a couple of weeks ago. According to ( Read more... )

This morning in Alameda, while driving to work, I noticed a kid's red helium balloon blowing slowly down the middle of the middle of the street. Yes, the Nena song immediately came to mind.

I was poking around on Lew Rockwell's blog page this morning and saw where Lew noted that the LA Times had a story about a German paper company refusing to ( Read more... )

My internal DJ has gotten perverse lately. Frankly, I blame the people whose company I've been keeping lately, particularly a conversation almost a week old. I was sitting in my car in line in the drive through at The Clown (Ronald McDonald) this evening when my internal DJ started spinning the song "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails. The thing was, it ( Read more... )