Category Archives: Music

Ice, Ice Baby

Unless you have been under a rock the past few weeks, I’m guessing that you have either seen or actually dumped a bucket of ice water on your head as part of the ALS Ice Bucket challenge.  It has been an amazing example in what happens when the internet is good and something goes viral.  I donated, but I didn’t dump the water.

I love when people get motivated and involved, but unfortunately it is usually Haley’s comet and doesn’t become a lifestyle.  I wonder if people will match their donations and fervor next year when there are no videos and no challenges?

Most of my life has been an ALS challenge.  I get moved and motivated and I make some great change or have some outward expression of change, but unfortunately it was about as long as these videos.  Real change is progress and not viral.  There are no viral campaigns for sensible diet and exercise.  There is not a get an education video challenge anywhere that includes 90 seconds of someone reading Beowulf.  Some things just take time.

I hope this outpouring of funding directly leads to a cure.  That is something permanent.  I’m shooting for something permanent personally.  Part of the process is writing, part of it is planning, but the bulk of it is doing.

Happy Friday everyone…you can thank me later

 

Ciao

 

SK

The interweb?!?

A couple of weeks ago I was going to order a pizza.  We were at basketball practice and I was working a backup (read non smart) phone.  So I went in the gym office and took a trip back to the early 90’s and used their telephone book to look up the number.  It took me forever to find the number.  I was in the yellow, white, business white, and coupon sections trying to find the Domino’s number, which made me think…

Does anyone remember what life was like before the internet?  Have you thought about it recently?

Normally I would pull out my droid x, google the number, and voila pizza.  I read my bible online.  I Facebook, I tweet, I blog, I read blogs, I look up recipes, I book flights, I pay my bills, I keep task lists, and I do life online.  It is easy and convenient.  I keep up with friends and family across the country as though they are in my neighborhood.  I have access to virtually everything short of the bathroom.

Is all this a good thing though?

I think about my son’s generation.  Will they have a clue of how to actually hold a conversation or go out on a date.  Or will it be a series of texts, tweets, Facebook page posts, and emails and magically babies are popping out.  Typing and keyword determining is a much more important skill than cursive and eye contact.

I like talking and communicating.  There is something great about being with someone and learning about their world.  Seeing their eyes blink or hearing a laugh.  Those emotions just aren’t conveyed the same way with LOL’s and OMG’s.

I read somewhere, on the internet of course, about people doing technology fasts and unplugging their lives for weeks at a time.  Now I’m not quite ready to call my computer the devil but I do think there is a lot of value in doing life the old-fashioned way from time to time and not relying so much on Dr. Google to diagnose your back pain or Mr. Wiki to tell you about the 15th president.  I like that I can hit Pandora and get a never-ending playlist of tunes that go from Tribe Called Quest, to Colt Ford, to Bon Jovi, to Rick Ross.

So maybe I’ll just effort easing back on the internet.  I don’t even know if we have an actual phone book in the house but if we do I seriously need to brush up on my skills in the event of an apocalypse.

 

Ciao

 

SK

Old School

I made my somewhat annual pilgrimage to see my high school play our cross town rival tonight.  In the interest of full disclosure,  I love high school football.  I think it is some of the best entertainment going today and I will watch the oddest teams that I don’t have any connection to play in person and on tv (yes I realize there are pills for this).  Now this was far from a good game.  My alma mater took a 41-12 beating and it wasn’t really that close.  Seaver and I sat and cheered and enjoyed being out on a wonderful night.

One of the things about living in my home town is being able to run into old friends and teachers on a regular basis.  This annual game changes that dynamic and brings people out of the woodwork.  I saw my friend “g-money”, a guy named “cake daddy”, and plenty of “nard’s” and “dre’s”.  These are my people.

Being back at the old stomping grounds brings back so many memories of my childhood.  Seeing all these old faces just brings stories back up and we constantly ask “have you seen x” or “what’s up with y” as we try to keep our old and new worlds pieced together.  So I am wondering…how old is old school?

I mean I know that my musical taste is old school.  this is proved by the fact that 80% of the songs I hear on the radio sound the same to me.  Yes ladies and gentleman, I am wondering where all the “good music” has gone.  Just like your father said to you…

I also know that most of the movies I really love are old school.  As funny as The Hangover was, I’ll take 7 different Eddie Murphy movies over it. And I will watch Boomerang or Friday over and over and never stop laughing the whole time.  

Anyone that has read this blog at all knows how much I love football.  I am even old school with my football tastes.  As much as “modern” college football is all about these fancy offenses that throw the ball all over the place, I like 1980 football.  Line up and run it and play good defense.

But I think we are all old school.  Maybe nostalgic is the right word for it.  People love 80’s music and Tv Land and reruns of the Dukes of Hazzard.  People love to go back to where they came from and to reminisce about the good old days.  We take pictures, make scrapbooks, write stories, record on video, bookmark, and permanently imprint moments of our past so as to be able to recall them in our future.

We all know that we couldn’t be here without everything that happens in our past.  I’m sure we all have our regrets, but they pale in comparison to all the amazing old school moments that make you smile.

I remember sitting in my friend Dan’s apartment and watching almost every great rap video ever made.

I remember setting up my grandfather’s vcr so we would have a catalog of all the Cosby Show episodes.

I remember fat shoe laces, the Reebok pump shoe, Jordan’s free throw line dunk , must see tv, new Coke, the Bud Bowl, and countless other things that Gen X would roll their eyes at.

As old school as these things are, they are mine.  They are my past and my history and the soundtrack and canvas to which all my memories are formed on.  These things have been there to make me happy and console me when I was down.  There have been road trips, funerals, parties, and quiet moments that would have been incomplete without some old school flavor thrown in there.

The fact that my hips pop in the morning is not a positive by-product of aging.  But the ability to look back and be proud of being old school definitely is.

Ciao

SK

Ok one more oldie but goodie