I was watching The Real Housewives of NYC on Thursday and Bettina performed burlesque at a party thrown by Ramona. There is no escaping Suicide Girls DOT COM!
It's good to see some people back. Reagan knows I wanna hire her to decorate my apt and Olivia has the best bathroom I've ever seen.
Today I was at a Mets game and I was getting a god damn burger from Shake Shack when David Wright got hit in the head by a ball going 94 mph and collapsed on his stomach. He's in a hospital in Manhattan right now. I didn't know any of this happened until I got home and went to ESPN.com because I was surroudned by Giants fans who apparently didn't think it was worth discussing.
Today I was at a Mets game and I was getting a god damn burger from Shake Shack when David Wright got hit in the head by a ball going 94 mph and collapsed on his stomach. He's in a hospital in Manhattan right now. I didn't know any of this happened until I got home and went to ESPN.com because I was surroudned by Giants fans who apparently didn't think it was worth discussing.
It's a little wild and a little strange.
To make your home out on the range.
Mount your horse and come along.
Cause you can't get a ride if you can't hold on.
Singin': Yippie ki yi yay
Yippie ki yi what?
Like the cowboys sing: Yippie ki yi yay.
Get along little doggie 'til the break of day.
Better watch out for these man-eating jackrabbits and that killer cacti
Hey Dude
To make your home out on the range.
Mount your horse and come along.
Cause you can't get a ride if you can't hold on.
Singin': Yippie ki yi yay
Yippie ki yi what?
Like the cowboys sing: Yippie ki yi yay.
Get along little doggie 'til the break of day.
Better watch out for these man-eating jackrabbits and that killer cacti
Hey Dude
Friends, I am super bummed about Michael Jackson. I've been fortunate enough to be home (Indiana) when it happened and had a road trip the next day to Chicago. I couldn't have asked for better road trip music. Regardless of which market I was in, I could find different stations playing strictly MJ.
I never would have guessed that I'd care, but I do. I can't think of anyone else whose death I'd care about like this. It has to be a combo of hugely talented + charitable + tragic life. I tried to think of hugely talented (or popular) people who've had longevity, but all I could really come up with was Madonna and Bono. But both of them seem happy (enough) people who sail through a privileged life. I guess it's Michael's utter sadness that really gets to me. I never believed any of sexual allegations against him and after reading more about it this weekend, I definitely don't. They were accusations by money-hungry frauds that ruined his career, his health and his life. The only notable song that came out after the first major allegation drama was Scream. Imagine how things may have turned out differently if that hadn't derailed him? Who knows, he could have been producing massive hits that kept changing the course of music for the past 16 years. Can you even name a truly amazing pop music smash hit from the past 5 years? I can't. I think the last great pop song was Hey Ya - six years ago!
Anyway. I've actually been focused more on his dancing over the weekend. I've watched so many videos with my eyes focused on his footwork. Yesterday my family and I watched YouTube videos of our favorite performances.
I chose THE BEST EVER intro of his Moonwalk during Billie Jean from the Motown 25 show. Yes, you've seen it, but if you haven't watched it lately, rewatch and try and view it from the perspective of never having heard the song or seen anyone move like that:
My stepdad chose Man in the Mirror from the 1988 Grammy Awards, where he seemed so pared-down (no sequins!) until he busted out the (surprise) full gospel choir.
My favorite things I learned over the weekend are that, although everyone talks about his ownership of the publishing rights to the Beatles catalog, he actually owns half of the entire Sony catalog - Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, James Brown and Mariah Carey, to name a few. My boo works for Sony/ATV publishing, so as far as I'm concerned Michael Jackson was his boss. Now I suppose Prince, Paris and Blanket are.
AND that he did not write Thriller or Man in the Mirror. But I'm going to pretend he did.
And, finally, that he has a patent for the shoes in the Smooth Criminal video that let him 'defy gravity'.
It's a bummer that it took him dying for me to recognize my love. I don't think I ever really dedicated time to listening to all of his music like I have recently. And I think I just pitied what he had become recently. In the end, he seemed like a good person who could never manage to find happiness himself. And considering the happiness he brought the world through his music and helping kids, well, it just ain't right. Life isn't fair.
Ok, I guess I'm going to go cry outside of his parents house now. Bye!
I never would have guessed that I'd care, but I do. I can't think of anyone else whose death I'd care about like this. It has to be a combo of hugely talented + charitable + tragic life. I tried to think of hugely talented (or popular) people who've had longevity, but all I could really come up with was Madonna and Bono. But both of them seem happy (enough) people who sail through a privileged life. I guess it's Michael's utter sadness that really gets to me. I never believed any of sexual allegations against him and after reading more about it this weekend, I definitely don't. They were accusations by money-hungry frauds that ruined his career, his health and his life. The only notable song that came out after the first major allegation drama was Scream. Imagine how things may have turned out differently if that hadn't derailed him? Who knows, he could have been producing massive hits that kept changing the course of music for the past 16 years. Can you even name a truly amazing pop music smash hit from the past 5 years? I can't. I think the last great pop song was Hey Ya - six years ago!
Anyway. I've actually been focused more on his dancing over the weekend. I've watched so many videos with my eyes focused on his footwork. Yesterday my family and I watched YouTube videos of our favorite performances.
I chose THE BEST EVER intro of his Moonwalk during Billie Jean from the Motown 25 show. Yes, you've seen it, but if you haven't watched it lately, rewatch and try and view it from the perspective of never having heard the song or seen anyone move like that:
My stepdad chose Man in the Mirror from the 1988 Grammy Awards, where he seemed so pared-down (no sequins!) until he busted out the (surprise) full gospel choir.
My favorite things I learned over the weekend are that, although everyone talks about his ownership of the publishing rights to the Beatles catalog, he actually owns half of the entire Sony catalog - Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, James Brown and Mariah Carey, to name a few. My boo works for Sony/ATV publishing, so as far as I'm concerned Michael Jackson was his boss. Now I suppose Prince, Paris and Blanket are.
AND that he did not write Thriller or Man in the Mirror. But I'm going to pretend he did.
And, finally, that he has a patent for the shoes in the Smooth Criminal video that let him 'defy gravity'.
It's a bummer that it took him dying for me to recognize my love. I don't think I ever really dedicated time to listening to all of his music like I have recently. And I think I just pitied what he had become recently. In the end, he seemed like a good person who could never manage to find happiness himself. And considering the happiness he brought the world through his music and helping kids, well, it just ain't right. Life isn't fair.
Ok, I guess I'm going to go cry outside of his parents house now. Bye!
Have you been to Spain? I'm going to Madrid on Tuesday and Barcelona soon after. Please let me know anything and everything. Note: I'll be with my mom, so I imagine it's going to be a week of walking, eating and collapsing in bed at night. We're staying at a hip little boutique hotel in Madrid that has the shower out in the middle of the room and apparently the door to the wc doesn't close all the way. I am already stressing over that. I'm an American. I need my potty privacy.
I Love You Man was so much better than the previews. My love for Paul Rudd has been solidified. And Rashida Jones. And LA. And even Jason Segal, who I thought was maybe overrated, but he's not really. Giant, but not overrated. I was listening to one of the Slate podcasts about this movie and the commentators hated it - especially the fart scene. But, really, if you're gonna have a fart scene, that movie did it right.
I also loved one of Rashida Jones's shirts in the movie. As it turns out, I'm not the only one.
That's the only movie I've seen this year.
I also loved one of Rashida Jones's shirts in the movie. As it turns out, I'm not the only one.
That's the only movie I've seen this year.
