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We Are The World

Is it wrong to hate on good intentions?

Not feeling it:


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Feeling it:


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I’m As Free As A Bird Now

The end of The Devil’s Rejects (which kicks serious ass):


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The end of The Tonight Show With Conan O’Brien (also kicking serious ass):


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80’s Video Dating Montage

What I’d really like is a “Where Are They Now” follow-up.

The Noughties (a very viral and concise look at the 00’s)

So mere minutes after I get done writing one of the longest blog posts I’ve ever written about the past decade and including a huge bit on the evolution of being smart and information and such, I swing by Draegs blog and find this:


(click for hi-res)

And it sums up exactly what I was talking about. My long droning post is old-skool. This quick chart is the new smart.

My post sucks. This chart rules.

My two big exceptions come with Google and Auto-Tune. And not because of placement, but because of how long it takes things to go mainstream.

I understand Google as a verb probably hit around 2005, but I distinctly remember using and telling others about this awesome search engine when we lived in Florida. That would have been 2001 at the latest – although if memory serves me correctly it was certainly before that (late ‘99, early ‘00?). I don’t know what my point is, but I’ve been googling for 10 years.

As far as Auto-Tune, I used it way back in Florida too. My big mistake was using it so that it didn’t sound like I was using it. But then again, doing something like that seems to be a cultural change that’s happened in the past decade too – and I can’t quite describe it. But it never occured to me to use auto-tune in a way to make it noticable. It was a tool that was meant to not be noticed the way I (and the countless people who used it) seemed to understand it. A tool.

I always used the hammer to nail the nail flush and look pretty and blend in. These guys are using it to bend the nail halfway out of the wall and hang a sign on it reading, “Hey, check out this fucked up nail!”

That sort of mentality (and I can’t pin it down in words) is something that evolved over the past decade. You couldn’t have done that 15 years ago. People would just be like, “That dude can’t sing and he’s trying to cover it up with processing.” Now people dig it.

Not condemning it in any way, because I do admit a certain admiration for the cleverness of it (and mashup artists and people turning something like DJ’ing into musicianship in some weird sort of way and similar things – in all fields, not just music).

Still no real point, but rest assured, people were using Auto-Tune long before it became the noun of 2009.

Ok, enough of my rambling…

…I should have just made a chart.

The Noughties (a completely random look at the 00’s)

With the 00’s coming to an end, you know damn well everybody will have a list or a retrospective or just some thoughts on the past decade. I’m no different. What makes mine any better or worthwhile than any of the millions of others you could find being posted somewhere this week? To be honest, nothing. In fact, I suggest you go find a better one to read.

Hell, that right there is one of the biggest changes of the past 10 years – the internet is here for everyone to talk about anything. 10 years ago the blog was a blossoming idea. Now it seems everyone has a voice online. 10 years ago you wouldn’t have gone blog-to-blog gathering your friends’ and acquaintances’ thoughts on the preceding decade, but on the cusp of the 10’s here we are – me posting and you reading.

In fact, I think life (in many aspects) changed more in the 00’s than any other decade in history. It seems like change comes quicker than ever. And the quicker it comes, the faster we can change again. The rate in which things evolve seems to keep increasing. I can’t even begin to imagine how different the little things in life will be on December 31, 2019 – especially if the rate of change and advancement continues to grow seemingly exponentially.

On December 31, 1999 we personally had 54 TV channels available to us. We had one cell phone my wife used for work – no one texted and it didn’t do much other than play ‘Snake’ and be ugly and gold with a pull-up antenna. I did have a 1.5Mb down internet connection – which was pretty fast at the time. The catch was that it was 56k up via phone line. My wife would call home from work and get annoyed that the line rang busy.

I imagine I’ll look back at what I use and have now in the same way at the end of the 10’s.

Two of the larger, widespread (cultural?) changes that immediately come to mind that happened in the 00’s that I happen to find particularly interesting are on the subjects of celebrity and intelligence. (polar opposites, right?)

I think we became more focused on celebrity as everyone is a celebrity to some degree now. I mean, if you’re reading this and you’ve never met me, then I’m a stranger who’s actions and ideas you care about…and that’s kind of celebrity following in a weird abstract way. How much difference is there between reading TMZ to see what Brad Pitt is up to and reading this blog to see what I’m up to – especially if you don’t know me (or, presumably, Brad Pitt)? Doesn’t the idea that I even post ideas here for people to read (even total strangers) present a certain sense of narcism that in the past was reserved for only public figures? Because, face it, if I were really only doing it for myself, it wouldn’t be online and you wouldn’t be reading it.

Not only that, but this is the decade where ‘celebrity’ became a career of it’s own. It used to be that people were celebrities and famous for doing other things. Actors, musicians, athletes, etc were all celebrities because of what they did. Now kids cite ‘celebrity’ as something they’d like to be when they grow up. There’s probably better examples, but immediately I think Paris Hilton. She may not be the textbook definition of what I’m getting at, but I think she’s the one I blame for bridging the gap between being famous because of what you do and just being famous.

Somewhere along the way between reality TV, our online presence – complete with narcissistic tendencies becoming acceptable and attention whores like Paris Hilton making the big time we’ve crossed the line into that weird chicken/egg area where someone can be famous just because they’re famous. (edit – now that I think of it Tila Tequila would be a good fit too – I think you see what I’m getting at)

I think in hindsight, the 00’s will be seen as the decade when the idea of celebrity changed forever.

The other big change is the way we are smart. Intelligence. I read somewhere (don’t know where) that being smart used to me “knowing information” and now it means “being able to use/process information that is known” – in the sense that technology picks up a lot of the workload in terms of being smart these days.

I see a lot of younger kids talk about how they don’t need to know more than basic math or spelling because we have the tools to do that for ourselves now. Why bother learning to spell if spell check will just fix it on the fly as long as you get even remotely in the ballpark with your guess? Why bother learning any more than simple math facts when calculators, programs and online tools do all the hard stuff (anything you wouldn’t quickly do in your head, at least) for you in less time? Why bother knowing facts when you can access pretty much any piece of info from pretty much anywhere? Hell, I even see people who are clearly just going to the grocery store with their GPS fired up.

I think the 00’s will also be defined as the decade where the flip to a new way of thinking, of knowing, of information, of being intelligent began. Our descendants at the end of this century – my grandchildren as grandparents (yes, that’s just 70 years away – yikes!) will look back and laugh at how they did things as kids like I do now and try to imagine doing it differently a few decades before they were born. My childhood of the 80’s (my 7-17 years at least) will seem even more foreign and distant than my own grandmother’s childhood of the 30’s seems to me…mostly because of that increased rate of evolution I mentioned earlier.

I still laugh sometimes when I think about being a kid. If I didn’t know something, I didn’t know it. Simple as that. If it were something of importance, you could go to a library and research and learn, but if it were something trivial (the name of that song that goes like this…, or what year some TV show went off the air, things like that) you might never know. Now you just google it. The amount of info at our fingertips is staggering and light years beyond what it was at the onset of this decade. Having the information and knowledge isn’t the issue anymore, using it is.

But enough with my usual pseudo-intellectual ranting and onto more personal thoughts.

Actually, before I forget – what exactly have we decided to call the 00’s? How do we verbalize it? I used the “Noughties” as the title of the post and I’ve also seen it referred to as the “Aughts” as well. In type it’s easy to just do the 00’s thing, but how do you say it? And how exactly will this decade be remembered? And how can I use the two together? Like when I write (or say) “90’s Sensitive Guy” or “80’s Hair Metal” or “70’s Swinger” or “60’s Hippie” or “50’s Greaser” – each of those painted a clear visual for you. What stereotypes will hold about the 00’s and how will we verbalize it?

I dunno. Just a thought.

On a more personal level, if you read a recent blog entry you know I rang in the 00’s (and the millennium) with my wife at work. We had just moved to Jacksonville, FL in the spring of ‘99 for a salary that at the time made us think we were rich, but that I can’t imagine living on now…at the other end of the decade. On an even more personal level, I weighed somewhere around 40 pounds or so less than I do now. That’s a scary thought. I was still a musician as far as income goes and that was the year Sony contacted me with mild interest in music I had been posting at mp3.com – it never panned out, but it was exciting at the time. I came closer than most to becoming a professional rock star. It was shortly after that that I registered coasterimage.com and bought some photo equipment – all on a whim and a budding interest in amusement parks. Here at the other end of the decade, that budding interest and in turn the photography aspect it introduced me to provides the income.

Interestingly, at the time my wife had two distinctly different job offers on the table. We took the Jax one as I mention, but the other would have taken us to New Jersey and we seriously considered it. I wonder what my life looks like in that alternate universe where the decision to go to Jersey is playing out?

In 2001 things were on cruise control for most of the year. We found out early in the year that my wife was pregnant and we’d be parents again. In February we made our first park visit (to Busch Gardens Tampa) with intentions of taking photos that would begin to make up a website. In September our car was crushed during a Disney World visit and we ended up getting our first brand new car out of the whole ordeal. We picked up that new car on 9/11. Two weeks later, my son was born. Crazy times. We left Jacksonville in November of that year and spent Thanksgiving eating subs in a hotel room. All in all, we were glad to be leaving Jax at the time, but in hindsight it’s a fondly remembered period.

I can’t say the same for our destination – Allentown, PA. To this day the only two things about the area that we liked were our proximity to both NYC and Dorney Park. Other than that we hated everything – my wife’s job, our apartment, our neighborhood – everything. This period is not fondly remembered with the exception of my 29th birthday extravaganza which was a blowout 4 day weekend party in NYC. I suspect that when all is said and done it will go down as the greatest birthday celebration of my life.

We were in Allentown long enough for my daughter to start school than the planets aligned and our personal plans came to fruition and my wife was offered a job “back home” in the Pittsburgh area. We moved in September of 2003 and my daughter was in her second school already and still in Kindergarten. We were glad to be home. That was the year my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer and most of 2004 was a generally scary time. I don’t believe in fate, but the timing was perfect and it’s nice to think that a greater force made sure we were home at the time to help out. 2004 was also the year I finally shaved my head and lost the crazy haircuts for good. I shaved it just before we headed to Canada (for amusement parks, of course). That same week we traded in the Disney car for another new car (that we ended up driving to Canada) – that car still sits in the driveway today.

2005 was the year that my wife decided she needed to make a change with her work situation and after almost 10 years with the same company she walked on them in the middle of the year. It was a huge leap of faith and we took a huge income hit at the time. Looking back, I still don’t know how we made it as long as we did.

We struggled into the spring of 2006 when the offer to take a position in the Dayton area came along. We were pretty excited about the position as it offered some much needed money and was with a company with a solid rep in the industry – oddly enough she interviewed with them back on 2003 when we were trying to get the hell out of Allentown and it didn’t pan out. We were less enthusiastic about everything else – moving away from ‘home’, the Dayton area in general, moving the kids yet again, etc. In the end we went for it (as we’ve always done in life) and surprisingly found ourselves quite happy with our decision and pleasantly surprised with our liking of the area.

In February of 2007 I started this blog and you can read about things from then on. It’s quite a collection of thoughts and such.

My wife and I have always said, “You never know where you’ll be in a year” for as long as I can remember. It’s even crazier if you try to look at 10 years. Flat out insane if you try to look forward. All I know is that in 10 years, my youngest will be 18. Hopefully, I’ll have two successful, well-adjusted adult children who are out in the world to some degree (not a big fan of kids lingering around forever, I don’t think – ask me again in 10 years) and a wife that I can continue to enjoy spending time with (as a couple again!) and feel nostalgic about now.

But if that’s the case I’m going to grow my hair and start getting high again. Man, the 20’s are gonna be awesome!

Monday Night Raw Tickets

If you read this little ol’ blog o’ mine, you probably have some sense of the downward spiral back into a mild interest in pro wrestling. It started early in 2009 when my son (now at just the right age for such shenanigans) began showing a passing interest when he’d catch WWE on TV. We decided on a whim to buy Wrestlemania in April and then used some connections to score freebie tickets to a Smackdown taping in May. That was all it took. My son was hooked. He now has a collection of WWE toys and evn my daughter has a passing interest. My wife and I used to be fans and…well…we have tickets to the next Monday Night Raw on January 4th. (courtesy of Santa Claus, of course)

Turns out that it’s going to be a pretty big show. TNA (a rival wrestling organization) is running counter-programming against Raw this Monday with the return of Hulk Hogan and WWE needs to pull out all of the stops on their end to compete. Raw should be a decent show with a couple of title matches and the return of Bret Hart to the WWE for the first time in 12 years. In fact, the Montreal Screwjob happened just a few days after my daughter was born. So while my wife and I get the significance of it, the kids are like, “Who the hell is Bret Hart?”

At any rate Santa hooked us up with decent seats. Section 219 (lower), Row 3, seats 1-4.

And knowing what Santa paid for those tickets (and the three hours of entertainment they provide), I still insist that amusement parks are a ridiculous value and most coaster enthusiasts have no sense of the cost of things…

…and I’ll continue to say it every chance I get.

12 Years Ago

At this very moment 12 years ago I was at the hospital…mere hours away from officially taking a lifetime of responsibility for another tiny human.

Oddly enough, one of the things that sticks with me was that we had the TV on MTV and the only video I remember seeing that night was the Marilyn Manson video where he’s naked on the couch. What video was that?

Talk about time flying…

Magical Musical Thing

It’s funny how the mind works. I would not have remembered this product, let alone the commercial, on my own accord if I lived to be 106. But as soon as I saw the first few seconds of this commercial, it all flooded back to me and I not only vividly remembered these, but also knew the commercial almost word for word (note for note?). I’d have been like 5 or 6 back when this ad ran.

I find the fact that the mind works that way pretty fascinating.

The Hand

Taken last week at the Holocaust Memorial in Miami Beach – a place I used to hang out at when I was young and dumb and amused by things that seemed creepy (1992).

The Magic Of Mystery

Jeff linked to this on his blog and it’s an absolutely fabulous read that has seemingly taken the thoughts, words and images directly from my mind and replanted them on the (virtual) pages of Wired.

J.J. Abrams on the Magic of Mystery

Billy, Put Down Grandpa’s Wipin’ Stick

You might remember, it was over two years ago now that I went nuts and started requesting every crappy catalog that I could remember from my childhood. I’d be lying if I said quickly browsing them wasn’t a guilty pleasure. I got tons of them and surprisingly, many just kept coming…and coming…and coming. I thought I’d be safe when we bought the house and moved, but lo and behold, I found a Walter Drake catalog staring me in the face when I checked the mail yesterday. I finally got a chance to look through it this afternoon and it’s full of the usual things that only shut-ins and the elderly buy. One notable exception is that they sell dildos and vibrators now (nonreturnable, mind you – who knew grandma and the weird lady at the end of the street had it in them…literally)

But it was until this evening that my wife found the mother of all craptastic catalog items – The Long Reach Comfort Wipe

I mean, wow! Like holy fucking shit wow! I realize that my life had no meaning before this. This creates so many more questions than answers for me. I don’t even know where to begin with such ridiculous greatness.

All I can imagine is the family making the reluctant visit to great grandpa’s house and little Billy complaining the whole way because it’s so boring there and it smells funny and Grandpa always has saurkraut flavored candies. After a while there, Billy uses the bathroom and finds this thing and comes out swinging it like a sword and making Lightsaber noises, “Zhroooommmmmm Mrooooommmmm” like a kid would do. And Grandpa, all unfazed and ornery would simply bark,

“Billy, put down Grandpa’s wipin’ stick!”

It’s like a little slice of heaven in my mind. Mmmmm.

Tex Avery’s “…of Tomorrow” Cartoons

Loved these as a kid and they’re still fun:

TV of Tomorrow

Car of Tomorrow

House of Tomorrow

Farm of Tomorrow

If You Seek Amy

Britney’s video for “If You Seek Amy”

So where does she go from here? I have to admit I liked it better when I thought there was a chance that we all couldn’t fuck her if we happened to run into her in the street somewhere, but I suppose this is cool too.

It did immediately remind me of an old song from 1982 by April Wine called “If You See Kay” – everything old is new again.

Commercial Pacing and Other Entertainment Thoughts

Just read this:

Gimme A Commercial Break!

I have to say I agree 100% with the idea that the commercials are necessary to the pacing. Obviously the answer is that eventually shows will be written with non-commercial pacing, but we’re not there yet. Just found the idea interesting.

Which leads me to something else that I think will be lost in the world of entertainment in the near future – spontaneity.

Since we moved, we’re stuck with Time Warner. I fucking hate everything about Time Warner. Their prices are too high, their offerings too few and their equipment sucks major ball sack. I always knew it, but after sampling AT&T for a few months before we moved, it’s painfully obvious. The sick thing is that even though we moved less than a mile as the crow flies, there’s no plans for AT&T to make service available here any time soon. I’m disgusted every time I sit down to watch TV and I cringe every time I pay the Time Warner bill.

With all of that said, it’s made me consider being on the bleeding edge and just dropping a service provider altogether. A combo of an antenna, a PC hooked to the TV and something like a Roku along with my Netflix subscription would probably cover everything I already watch.

I’m only concerned about losing two things – discovery and spontaneity.

I know I’m old school in this aspect and I think I talked about this before on this blog, but when it comes to my entertainment I prefer a little spontaneity and I like the random process of discovering something I enjoy.

With TV that means surfing through the channels and having something catch my attention and getting sucked in and enjoying it. Maybe a movie, maybe a documentary about the mating habits of some rare bird found only on a remote island, maybe a sitcom that becomes regular viewing.

With “on demand” programming it’s different. I have to choose to see the show. With channel surfing, it’s being shown to me.

With the world going “On Demand” and everyone watching exactly what they want when they want, I fear this simple joy of spontaneous discovery is on its way to extinction.

I think the same applies to music. I love my iPod. I love having my entire collection of music available anywhere. I sometimes miss driving in the car and just channel surfing and finding a song I like that I hadn’t discovered previously.

My biggest “old curmudgeon” thing to overcome in the face of changing entertainment delivery is how to keep that spontaneity, how to continue that path of discovery.

Because while the tech and the change fascinates me, it’s one area where I’ll be sad to see the old way go.

OMG! We Live In The Future!

I remember these ads like yesterday now that I’m seeing them again. Fun to look back and see how this all turned out or how the basic idea is there or how things never really panned out. I love going back and checking up on things like this – too often in life people say shit and it just floats off to nowhere. I like accountability. But I digress, these ads are fun (and make me realize how old 35 really is):

All Sports Band

I enjoy some really bad entertainment. I enjoy some very cheesy entertainment. I dig 80’s stuff.

With those credentials you’d think I’d know the All Sports Band, but I don’t remember them. I guess I’d only have been 8 at the time, but that’s no excuse.

You’d think I’d love this and I do love the story, but the actual product is really bad. Just one of those things that makes me smile.

All Sports Band

And after that if you’re interested in how such an atrosity came to exist, check out the article on Retrocrush

Selling Pizza c. 1986

Got caught up feeling nostalgic and watching old 80’s commercials on YouTube. These two from Dominos and Pizza Hut caught my attention though. Mostly because the entire commercial tries to sell you on the quality of the product, not the price. Not sure what to make of it, but for whatever reason I consciously noticed the lack of “LOOK HOW CHEAP THIS IS!”

Cereal Mascot Reunion

Reunion

I have to admit that while I dug the detail, I didn’t really think much of this piece of art… until I read the artist’s description:

It’s kind of about the strange, uncomfortable feeling of reuniting with old friends only to find that the magic just isn’t there anymore – and in turn, about the melancholy “nothing will ever be as good as it used to be” type of nostalgia, of which I am increasingly fond. And of course, a tribute to the late, great, wood-paneled, shag-carpeted 1970’s rec room.

And suddenly I ‘got it’ – or at least appreciated it in a different way. I think I’d be into a piece that captured the artist’s intent but without the pop culture reference.

And I’ve maintained for quite a while that Presents Opening Children is awesomely awesome in its awesomeness.

Opening The Children

Persistence Of Time

I have this weird preoccupation with time. More specifically how things change over time. From being interested in how my old hometown evolves all the way down to watching all game shows from the 70’s and 80’s on GSN and wondering what those people are doing today (or in the case of eldery contestants, figuring they’re probably dead).

Hell, I even think it watching Funny Home Videos. You’ll see some silly pet video from 1991 where a dog does something fucked up and I’ll be thinking, “That dog’s dead by now.”

I’m currently finishing up a pretty big reworking of the coasterimage photo gallery and aside from the misty-eyed nostalgia of seeing my kids grow up before my eyes in photos (I’ve been doing this 8 years now!), I also notice other people on the rides and just can’t help seeing some 10 or 12 year old kid on a ride and thinking, “Christ! That kid probably went off to college this year.”

Sure it’s 8 years, but some of those photos feel like yesterday.

Time marches on…

Labor Day Weekend 2008

We headed over home for the long weekend. This means making the drive on Friday night and arriving at my mom’s around 10 or 11pm.

I got to meet my new neice right away. I just realized that I never mentioned that my sister was pregnant, let alone that she had the baby. (she had her the day we were at Camden Park) So that was cool. In fact, it was so cool that I didn’t take a single picture of her. Lately I’ve been in total throwback mode. Everybody takes pictures of everything anymore…I’ve made a conscious effort to not pull the camera out constantly and (gasp!) just soak things in and enjoy the little moments in life and be happy with old fashioned memories. This was one of those times.

On Saturday we headed up to Erie for a stop at Waldameer and took my older neice (my sister’s older daughter) along with us. The park was packed and generally sucked. Ravine Flyer II was a solid ride. Little tree-lined paths are about as charming as a kick in the face when they’re filled shoulder-to-shoulder with people. The main parking lot was full and blocked off and the overfill lot was close to bursting at the seams by the time we left. Quite frankly, that little park couldn’t handle the crowd and we were gone in less than three hours after getting in a few rides. On the way out we stopped at the Tom Ridge thingy place across the street just to go up the observation tower and snap some pics of Ravine Flyer II. Then we left.

Spent Saturday evening doing the hanging out at Mom’s thing with everyone.

On Sunday we took everyone out for a belated 84th birthday lunch/early dinner for my Grandma. It was nice. My Grandma is cool in that she’s not all loopy like a lot of 84-year-olds can be. She’s completely ‘there’ and is still a joy to be around. This is the woman who took me to Cedar Point when I was 5 on a company trip. I’m pretty sure she’s partially responsible for the whole coaster thing in my life. That was the late 70’s and I was one of two or three grandchildren. She now has 8 great grandchildren. How crazy is that?

Grandma appreciates the little things and I think had a genuinely good time with everyone.

On the way back to Mom’s from the resaurant, we sidetracked and scored some sweet corn and cucumbers from one of those cool farmer, roadside carts. Always cheap and always of the highest quality. I don’t see that sort of thing in this neck of the woods too often, but back home there’s people everywhere selling produce along the roads. Deep down inside, I’m such a hick.

The kids blew the rest of the afternoon swimming until we pretty much physically forced them out of the pool. For dinner we did a couple of taco pizzas from a local place. (taco pizza is another back home staple that we can’t seem to find around here) No one delivers out to Mom’s so we offered to drive in town and pick it up.

I don’t know if I’ve changed or the town has, but Butler seems so depressing to me anymore. It’s very bittersweet. It’s still ‘home’ but it feels so run down and depressed with people working hard and getting nowhere. It almost makes me sad a little. Couple that with less and less reasons to go back (only a few family members left in the area and even fewer friends) and I start to realize how time has marched on. I often wonder if it’ll get to the point where going home isn’t quite home anymore.

Christ, that was depressing.

Spent the evening with more visiting and headed out Monday around noon.

Typical long weekend trip home. It was our first time back since the whole thing with my Dad and I don’t think it’ll ever be quite the same. We miss him.

We got back home and made a quick trip over to Meijer for a few groceries until we can make a ‘real’ grocery run. They installed more self-checkout lanes. There used to be just 4 ‘express’ lanes. They added 4 more ‘express’ lanes at the far end of the checkouts and also 4 ‘full’ lanes. I also noticed that they’re kind of trying to force people to use the self-checkout by manning less of the regular checkouts.

I don’t necessarily mind that expect for two things:

1. People are stupid
2. The technology isn’t quite perfected

So what should be a quick checkout turns into a hassle and that sucks. Progress, huh?

I spent tonight catching up on the internets after a weekend of mostly avoiding them and now I’m typing this at 3am.

That was my long holiday weekend in a nutshell.