So...politics?
BOO!
Halloween?
BOO! (Seriously, I wouldn't mind National Costume Day. I really wouldn't, but all of the "death" and "horror" associated with Halloween just gives me the heebie-geebies...and not in the good way.)
Caramel?
YAY!!!
I recently discovered that caramel is the correct spelling for the word that I've been pronouncing "carmel" for ages.
According to dictionary.com:
Car-mel (noun)
1. Mount, a mountain range in NW Israel, near the Mediterranean coast. Highest point, 1818 ft. (554 m). 14 mi. (23 km) long.
2. a town in central Indiana. 18,272.
3. Also called Carmel-by-the-Sea. a town in W California, on the Pacific Ocean: artists' colony and resort.
4. a female given name: from a Hebrew word meaning “garden.”
Car-a-mel (noun)
1. a liquid made by cooking sugar until it changes color, used for coloring and flavoring food.
2. a kind of chewy candy, commonly in small blocks, made from sugar, butter, milk, etc.
3. a yellowish brown or tan color.
As a fan of both caramel and words, I thought it important to point out the significant distinction between the two:
One is a deliciously sweet morsel that sends a taster into a euphoric bliss.
The other is bunch of dirt and rocks piled on top of each other.
See the drastic difference? You wouldn't want to eat the wrong one. Blech! And you wouldn't want to climb on the other, you'd likely get stuck. May you never confuse the two again.
My name is Rob Mayer, and I approve this message. (See how I tied it back in to politics? Eh? EH??? Well, I amused myself, anyway.)
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Yeeeeaaaaah, boyeeeee...
Ha. Hehehe...
I'm such a dork.
If you could only see me now...
So, it's been documented that I love lists. Can't resist them. Tonight, I sit here and I watch as VH1 counts down the greatest hip-hop songs of all time.
Just sittin' here...bobbin' my head as LL Cool J, Eminem, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Salt-N-Pepa, and Jay Z fill the room with phat beats and cool jams.
It all reminds me of one thing:
I am so white.
Still, as a rhythm enthusiast, hip-hop has a special place in my heart. Right next to progressive rock and miles above country music.
I mean...MILES above country music.
I think that's what I'd like to discuss tonight. What's the appeal of country music? Is it the twangy voice? The way everyone's personal life crumbles to pieces in just about every song? There's an old joke that goes a little something like this:
Q: What happens when you play a country song backwards?
A: You get back with your wife, your dog comes home, your pickup trucks starts running again, and you get out of prison.
What other music is so associated with rodeos, too? I mean, hey...let's jump on a wild animal and see how long until it throws us to the ground and tries to trample us! And square dancing??? Don't even get me started on square dancing.
Blech...country music. Makes me want to wretch.
Which, coincidentally, looks the same as me trying to get my groove on to some hip-hop.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Rapper's Delight" by Sugarhill Gang
I'm such a dork.
If you could only see me now...
So, it's been documented that I love lists. Can't resist them. Tonight, I sit here and I watch as VH1 counts down the greatest hip-hop songs of all time.
Just sittin' here...bobbin' my head as LL Cool J, Eminem, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Salt-N-Pepa, and Jay Z fill the room with phat beats and cool jams.
It all reminds me of one thing:
I am so white.
Still, as a rhythm enthusiast, hip-hop has a special place in my heart. Right next to progressive rock and miles above country music.
I mean...MILES above country music.
I think that's what I'd like to discuss tonight. What's the appeal of country music? Is it the twangy voice? The way everyone's personal life crumbles to pieces in just about every song? There's an old joke that goes a little something like this:
Q: What happens when you play a country song backwards?
A: You get back with your wife, your dog comes home, your pickup trucks starts running again, and you get out of prison.
What other music is so associated with rodeos, too? I mean, hey...let's jump on a wild animal and see how long until it throws us to the ground and tries to trample us! And square dancing??? Don't even get me started on square dancing.
Blech...country music. Makes me want to wretch.
Which, coincidentally, looks the same as me trying to get my groove on to some hip-hop.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Rapper's Delight" by Sugarhill Gang
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Howdy, partner...
Boy howdy...it's been a while, hasn't it? 'Bout six weeks since I wrote something, I reckon. (That sounds cowboy-ish, no?) I want to try to start writing again on a semi-regular basis...so here goes.
A whole lot has been happening for the Cloud Nine Kid (that's me, for the record). Love is in the air, I've got a first place fantasy football team (Go Bastardized Kittens!), and I was recently spotted in the front row at a Bear's game.
Life. Is. Good.
It stands to reason, then, that I should have much to say, right? I began to write a little, but then started to feel very tired. I was about to just shut the computer down and call it a night. It was then, in that moment, that Los Angeles Laker Lamar Odom said a little something that inspired me to jot something down before turning in for the night.
"Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow."
Ok, that probably doesn't make any sense, but if I add the words, "Hey, hey, hey," that might help.
Still no? Check this out:
Smiling yet? Something about that nostalgia that just cheers the soul. I am suddenly filled with some extra energy and finding words to share.
Sure, this isn't the most poignant post ever, but I'm smiling writing it, and I hope you found something to smile about while reading it.
I reckon you did.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Smooth" by Santana featuring Rob Thomas
A whole lot has been happening for the Cloud Nine Kid (that's me, for the record). Love is in the air, I've got a first place fantasy football team (Go Bastardized Kittens!), and I was recently spotted in the front row at a Bear's game.
Life. Is. Good.
It stands to reason, then, that I should have much to say, right? I began to write a little, but then started to feel very tired. I was about to just shut the computer down and call it a night. It was then, in that moment, that Los Angeles Laker Lamar Odom said a little something that inspired me to jot something down before turning in for the night.
"Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow. Ba dum, boow."
Ok, that probably doesn't make any sense, but if I add the words, "Hey, hey, hey," that might help.
Still no? Check this out:
Smiling yet? Something about that nostalgia that just cheers the soul. I am suddenly filled with some extra energy and finding words to share.
Sure, this isn't the most poignant post ever, but I'm smiling writing it, and I hope you found something to smile about while reading it.
I reckon you did.
Much luv,
Rob
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Song of the Day: "Smooth" by Santana featuring Rob Thomas
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