Thursday, July 28, 2005

Industry rule # 4080

We've always suspected that record labels paid off radio stations. Now we have proof:
Payola
Ok, so labels can pay radio stations to force feed us crappy music, effectively shutting out independants, but god forbid a 12 year old shares her music collection:
Settlement
I swear...

And people wonder why I've been getting into anime soundtracks.

You go south to get to Canada

Google maps is the shit. Unless you need to print out the directions to and from a particular location. In that case stick with mapquest cause google ain't there yet. Even there new application Google Earth is pretty sweet. It's like Google Maps for the planet.

A friend of mine was messing around with it here in the office the other day. Looking up his old stomping grounds in Chi-town. So naturally I started looking up my old haunts in Motown. While I was looking at the satellite images of downtown he ask what the body of water was on the edge of downtown.

"The Detroit River."

Then he was curious at what was the land mass on the other side of the river.

"Canada."

He gave me a look as if I had just discovered the world was round. Initially he couldn't believe how it was possible. So I had to pull back on the view so he could see how it all came together. Another co-worker was watching this all play out. He thought it was cool but was not nearly as astounded as co-worker # 1. He thought it was simply amazing. The one place in the US you can go south to get to Canada. Then I had to explain about the Provinces. This is where I learned a thing or 2. I didn't realize they had so many. And then there are the territories. Don't get me started.

So I showed him the Ambassador bridge and the map with the Windsor Tunnel. It was Shock and Awe. I forget my initial point but I was fascinated by his surprise. As if his view of the world had just been shattered. Going south to get to Canada did not compute. He is an older guy from the Midwest so I figured he knew. Especially being from Chicago. But, hey, I've only been through Chicago once for about an hour on a road trip to Atlanta. Yeah I know. Don't ask...

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

I don't like to think...

these are the words that I heard leave a woman's mouth yesterday. This is a woman who I have seen maybe 3 times in the last year in a half. Keep in mind the 2nd time she asked my Aunt who I was. This time she apparently seemed to recognize me as someone she has atleast seen before. I know this because while watching movies she directed random phrases toward me. Not that I recall any of them. But I digress...

Contrary to popular belief I do have some peoples here in SoCal. Older family friend type peoples but they are like family none the less. I spent the 4th with them enjoying movies, BBQ, and the way every one was fawning over my new baby cousin. While attempting to watch a DVD, me, and one of the guys, enlisted the help of the man of the house. Neither of us were familiar with his systems setup. So rather than fuck around with his shit we decided to get him to do it. So he began setting up for the DVD.

The woman I mentioned before said, "I don't like to think."

I kinda played it off. Mostly because I was wondering did I just her form that sentence. The other guy was more interested in determining her thought process.

"Huh," he stated looking very quizzically at the woman.

"I don't like to think. That setup is too complicated. I like things to be simple. I don't really like to have to think about stuff."

The other guy kinda nodded and said yeah.

That's as best I can recall. Some of it may not be exact but you get the idea. Even in context it still sounds kinda silly. To put it into more context, there setup is basically a big TV, an Aiwa shelf system and a DVD player. Oh and a cable box. True enough they had like 5 remotes. Atleast one missing a battery. Not that complicated but we didn't want to sit there fumbling around for a while either. Especially when the home owners could do it in all of 3 button clicks.

To be honest that chick has always kinda struck me as having that deer in the headlights look to her. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

RIP Luther

Luther Vandross died yesterday. Say what you want to about the man but he could damn sure sing. He will be missed.