Friday, October 23, 2009

The Last Book On Earth

So we were discussing literature the other night, and Wife posed the question "If you had one book (non-scriptural) and one book only to read for the rest of your life what would it be?"

This is a hard question. I'm not a great reader of fiction as most of you know. College ruined fiction in many ways for me. I spent too much time reading histories and ethnographies. Now I have no idea where to start when I enter the fiction section of Borders. The sheer number of tomes in the fiction section makes me believe that most of them must suck. I can't believe that there are that many quality writers in the world.

In any case if I were to choose just one book to read for the rest of my life, I'd have to choose Watership Down. Now let me explain that this is not the greatest novel of all time nor even my favorite novel. But it seems to me that the inherent optimism of this novel is something I'd need in a world where I only had one book to read.

In any case this whole exercise reminded me of one of the greatest shows of all time. The original Twilight Zone; for those who think I'm referring to a show about vampires, well there's no hope for you. One of the greatest episodes of Rod Serling's masterful program starred Mickey from the Rocky movies. His real name is Burgess Meredith but honestly he'll always be Mickey to me. In any case in the episode "Time Enough at Last," Meredith plays a beaten man who happens to be a book worm. If you have half an hour check it out. After watching it I wonder why television sucks so badly these days, it didn't always.

Friday, October 09, 2009

There was music before I was born

I think everybody has in their closet that one pair of comfortable jeans to which they are religiously devoted. You know the pair to which I refer. They're usually stained with ketchup or sometimes catsup. Often they're either too big or small, depending on which side of Christmas you find yourself (damn that Christmas fudge). Almost without exception, this pair of jeans has a hole in the crotch or buttock region (your fanny for you non-Brits).

I often treat the Internet like that pair of jeans. Just as I like to wear those comfy jeans every day, I visit the same ten comfy sites every day. So you can imagine how exciting it is when I find a new site that gives me a whole new way to waste time online.

Today my time waster is It's like a giant virtual jukebox which seems to have an infinite (well no Zeppelin or Beatles) supply of songs. As my friends Tyler and Ryan and I were discussing just this very week what we would consider the top ten songs (non classical) prior to our birth year (77), this site proved to be an excellent delivery vehicle to prove my list's superiority over theirs. So with no further ado I present to you "Husband's Top 10 Songs that were Almost as Great as the Divine Chorus which Undoubtedly Sounded at my Birth"(or that could have been my mom swearing at the doctor, my memory is fuzzy back that far).

[Note if you're reading this on facebook you should probably come to the blog site as you won't be able to see any of the neat links I loaded from lala. Oh and it helps stroke my ego to see my site visit counter go up. STROKE MY EGO. THE FIRST COMMANDS IT]

10. Black Water-Doobie Brothers

9. House of the Rising Sun-The Animals

8. A Boy Named Sue-Johnny Cash

7. Kashmir-Led Zepplin

6. Fortunate Son-CCR

5. Purple Haze-Jimmy Hendricks

4. Helter Skelter-The Beetles

3. Mr Tambourine Man-Bob Dylan

2. For What It's Worth-Buffalo Springfield

1. Paint It Black-The Rolling Stones