Monday, January 30, 2012

This Picture Makes Me Sad

My parents were born in the same hospital exactly 40 days apart... a fun little factoid that would someday result in their darling son (i.e. me) having to put together two separate 60th Birthday slide-shows within six weeks. In the process, I became intimately familiar with hundreds of my family's pictures - and among those that I managed to scan was this one, taken in New York City during the summer of 1986:


Try (if you can) to divert your eyes from our coordinated outfits... or our long white socks... or the fact that all three of us have our shirts tucked into our shorts without a belt. Instead, focus on the picture itself: a guy takes his two sons to New York City to see the Statue of Liberty and South Street Seaport and they stop (as billions of visitors once did) to take a picture in front of the beautiful New York skyline and its prominent Twin Towers.

My dad never thought twice about putting this picture in the album of our family vacations. It was merely one of a dozen pictures he included from that day; and merely one of hundreds more we had accumulated over the years.

It was never supposed to be special, let alone sad... but ten-plus years after those towers fell, its both. 

Monday, January 23, 2012

On Paterno, the Patriots and Presidential Politics

This past weekend was filled with several events worth opining about - chief among them: the death of legendary Penn State football coach Joe Paterno.

Paterno was 85-years-old and had about as much business coaching a Division-1 football program at that age as Strom Thurmond did casting votes in the United States Senate. In fact, Paterno himself practically admitted as much in his now infamous Sally Jenkins/Washington Post interview when he he said "I never heard of rape and a man"... an absurd revelation for anyone alive in the year 2012, let alone for a 61-year employee of the State of Pennsylvania.

My beef with Paterno, though, is less about age and more about the manner in which he allowed himself to become canonized, immortalized - free from authority and wholly above the law (both natural and otherwise). The video footage showing the hoards of mourners holding an impromptu vigil around Paterno's iconic statue was indicative of such idolization and will undoubtedly bring much deserved comfort to Paterno's friends and family in the days ahead. But those watching the vigil unfold on this morning's news had to have asked themselves: if it was held for victims of child abuse instead of for a football coach, would nearly as many people attend? 

After doing a job - and doing it well - for 61 years, its a shame that the first line in Joe Paterno's obituary will be about the Sandusky debacle. But as the headline reads in today's Daily News above yet another blunt yet brilliant Mike Lupica column devoted to the subject: "Sad. Old. Beaten. Broken."

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Keeping with the football theme: the New England Patriots are headed to the Super Bowl.

Terrific.

For the next two weeks, all I'm going to hear on the radio, read in the newspaper and see on television is "Good Luck Patriots!" and "Go Pats!" and all of those other corny little tag-lines that Stop & Shop and Big Y and every other proprietary business in Connecticut will use to lure more customers. Ugh!

My loathe for the Patriots is predicated on three separate but equal truths:

1) I am a fan of the New York Jets.
2) I generally dislike all Boston-area sports teams.
3) About 15 years ago, that scumbag Bob Kraft took my beloved state of Connecticut for a ride.

To make matters worse, the Patriots are playing the Giants. Unlike some Jets fans, I do not hate the NY Giants... but I am dreading the inevitable (and inevitably unbearable) "New York vs. Boston" hype that both the local and national sports media will play-up. 

And let's be honest: who doesn't think Bobby Valentine will enter this fracas by the end of the week?

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The best story-line from the weekend was without question Newt Gingrich winning the South Carolina Republican primary. (Full disclosure: I am a partisan Democrat who already has an Obama 2012 bumper sticker on his car.)

Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Newt is the guy who single-handedly created "the politics of personal destruction" in the late-1980's when he brought down then-Speaker Jim Wright on ethics charges. He rose to the Speaker's chair after the 1994 elections and within a year faced an ethics investigation of his own. During his six years as Speaker, he caused a government shut-down, was found guilty of ethics violations and managed to impeach the extremely popular President of the United States for inappropriate sexual activity while he himself was having an affair with a member of his own staff. Eventually his party lost seats in the 1998 midterm election and he chose not to run for Speaker again the following year.

The man is a walking hypocrisy... and now also (thankfully) the darling of the conservative nut-job wing of the Republican Party. He is currently leading the Florida polls by 9% - and if he wins there next week, I think he's going to be the Republican nominee.

Can we as Democrats really be that lucky?

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Finally, a shout-out to soon-to-be former Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords of Arizona. There are no words to describe the miracle that is her mere existence, and I applaud her for showing us all the true personification of courage. Arizona, Congress and all of America is better for her having served... and I guarantee she will be back.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Read This Book

As a general rule, I don't do 850-page books. Not only are they anathema to my obsessive-compulsive/damn-I-want-to-finish-this-book-right-now tendencies, but they're so physically big that you can barely get a grip on them while you're lying in bed. (That's what she said.)

Stephen King's latest masterpiece is quite the exception, however.

At its core, 11/22/63: A Novel is about a 30-something high school English teacher who travels back in time in order to stop the Kennedy assassination... but the story itself is about so much more. Think Back to the Future meets JFK with a sprinkle of Lost. (And for true King aficionados, there's literally an It cameo weaved into the narrative.)

Truly one of the best books I have ever read... go buy it!



Friday, January 6, 2012

Worst... Songs...Ever...

This whole new Facebook "post the No. 1 song on the day you were born" craze has brought to light a very disturbing truth: mankind has produced some godawful music. Here are my picks for the ten worst songs ever recorded:  


10. Islands in the Stream (Kenny Rogers & Dolly Parton) - I don't care how good his chicken is or how big her knockers are: this song has "goober" written all over it.



9. Afternoon Delight (Starland Vocal Band) - A dumb song with a catchy tune that grates in your head for days... a deadly combination!



8. From a Distance (Bette Midler) - Typical 80's "I want to save the world" sap-fest; and it gets extra points for the hideously obvious extra note in the second verse.



7. All Out of Love (Air Supply) - Its not easy to pick the single worst Air Supply song, but this one does take the cake.



6. Let Her In (John Travolta) - He should have stuck to dancing... and acting... (and Scientology, for that matter).




5. Teen Angel (Mark Dinning) - While looking for her boyfriend's ring, a teenage girl gets smashed to pieces by a charging locomotive... yeah - I can see how this one really got 'em dancin' at those 50's sock-hops.



4. Muskrat Love (Captain & Tennille) - Its a song about two muskrats in love. Seriously: I'm not lying.




3. I Am Woman (Helen Reddy) - A horrific song only made worse by its resurrection in the 2010 mega-flop Sex & The City 2.



2. Sometimes When We Touch (Dan Hill) - About a minute in a half into this song I feel like shouting: "just jump already and get it over with!"




1. You Light Up My Life (Debbie Boone) - As if being related to Pat Boone isn't bad enough, her one and only hit was/is this ultimate clunker. I would rather sit home and shove pins into my eyeballs than listen to it.

Of course irony being what it is, Debbie Boone's debacle was indeed the No. 1 song on the day I was born. Go figure! 

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Comments, Please...

So silly ol' me finally realized that I had the comments on this blog restricted to only registered Google users... that was/is dumb. I have changed it so that anyone can now comment on any one of my blogs entries - past, present or future.

Go for it!

Monday, January 2, 2012

Something New

My New Year's resolution for 2012 is the same as it always is: to quit smoking... which is actually rather easy since I never have nor ever will smoke. Beyond that, I'm not a big fan of the whole resolution thing, because they're rarely genuine and they usually get tossed out the window by Groundhog Day.

But this year is different. This year I think I've come-up with a winner - an idea that speaks to the self-improving essence of New Year's resolutions while simultaneously providing additional fodder for my blog...

I'm going to try new things.

Twelve new things, to be exact. One for each month.

Keep in mind, of course, that trying new things has never been my hallmark. Think about it: I'm from New England (i.e. "The Land of Steady Habits"), I'm Polish (a population not necessarily known for their flexible, easy-going nature) and I've never lived more than thirty minutes away from the hospital in which I was born. (Hell - if you listen to my mother, even in utero I was only comfortable with what I knew since I refused to make an appearance until a full two weeks after my due date.)

Over time, though, I've come to realize that I'm just like that ugly little yellow guy with the hat in the Dr. Suess classic Green Eggs & Ham. Time and time again, someone (usually my wife) mentions something that I should try. They tell me its great, that I'd love it, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera; and just like the ugly yellow guy in the book, I go on and on about how I don't like it, how I refuse to try it, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. The cycle is vicious and has continued time and time again over the course of many years... until now.

In each of the next twelve months, I am vowing to try one new thing that I have dismissed in the past as merely "green eggs and ham." It could be a food or an experience or an activity or an event - but it has to be something new, something that I've never ever done/eaten/seen/participated in before (and preferably something I can engage my wife and/or kids in as well). And when I'm done doing/eating/seeing/participating in each one, I'm going to write a blog entry about it - so come December 31, 2012 (assuming the Mayan conspiracy theorists are wrong) I will be able to look back upon a whole gamut of things that I said I'd never try but finally did.

I already have a few ideas based on things people have consistently suggested over the years:

  • Trying yoga (that will probably be first)
  • Running a 5K
  • Eating sushi
  • Getting a manicure (that one still may take some convincing)
  • Seeing a foreign film
  • Watching a live hockey game
  • Eating like a vegetarian for a week
And again: those are just ideas. I'm actually looking for more... so if you have any, please send them along! I don't expect to fall in love with every single thing I try, but I'm also old enough to know that the failures and the "dislikes" in life are usually more important than the successes and the "likes." 

All in all, I think this could be fun - and I'm genuinely looking forward to New Year's Eve when I can look back and see all that I've done.

Let's roll!