Monday, December 11, 2006

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

My last final is the 19th and you can begin the countdown. I've already reached my lame duck phase of senior year and although its unimaginable for my focus on school to deteriorate any more, second semester has to get worse. The following though keeps me happy amidst looming and inevitable failure, for it is sweet...

Understandable Crimes. Take note of your emotions as you read this story. My feelings were all over the place when I read this. I was obviously happy that other people make irrational decisions when seeking out late night food. I felt upset that they were fired and also furious at the anonymous tipster who reported them. I laughed when I imagined their top speed of 5 mph for a three mile journey and I appreciated John Miller using "late night creep" to describe the event. I thought Jim Hall's reaction was overly harsh and my argument to him would be something like, "Come on, you've never been hungry at midnight?" Firing them "immediately" was unnecessary. The figures thrown at me about how much the Zamboni's are worth were unremarkable - people drive 75,000 dollar cars all the time. The most intriguing of my emotions is that of sadness. Honestly, I'm a little depressed because I think about all the memorable midnight food runs I've been on and these two individuals may have showed me up.

PS - I'm going to a hockey game tonight and I know I'm going to laugh when the Zamboni's come out.

The Ipod Hall of Fame. The Hall was created last summer and is meant to congratulate and recognize those playlists and Ipods that consistently rise to the occasion of musical greatness. Inductance is taken quite seriously and as a voter I don't think my Ipod has what it takes. I thought my BeerDie playlist may have gotten nominated but even that fell short. Even musical God James Stanley has fallen short of such honors (until recently) - although this may be because his Ipod is consistently stolen. This is no excuse though, because, to put it in sports terminology, Jim may be injury prone. Analysts say that Adam Ebrahim has potential, however his lack of focus and "on the go" mentality hold him back. Current Hall of Fame members include Jim Stanley, Jon Arnstein, Adam Durham and The Tombs.

I know what you're thinking - Wow, what can I do to make the hall? It is no easy task. First and most obviously you must have the songs. This alone will not do it however, because you must also have the playlist. Once your Ipod is rolling certain events must happen. Some way or another a party participant (not you) must comment on how great the current list of songs has been. His or her peers need to emphatically agree (if one of these happens to be a voter, that helps alot). The hardest part - after somebody has noted how great your songs have been, the next several songs must elevate the already noted greatness. An average rap song - my downfall - that plays directly after the party is specifically waiting for amazing songs really kills your chances (damn you David Banner). The Tombs is great at this - normally after one good song another follows, and another even better after that, and so on and so forth which is why The Tombs has made the Hall.

The Best Rapper Alive. Have no fear as I'm not going to get into Weezy F. Baby again. I simply wanted to let my few readers know that if you haven't already, you must download "Kingdom Come," by JayZ. I mean of course the song, not the album (identically named) although you can download the album too if you want. But only if you want to.

Unlike most rap songs, this one gives absolutely no warning before the beat and lyrics start. This essentially forces you to start dancing before you are ready and I've found that to be amusing whenever it comes on my playlist as I'm walking to class. Ya, I'll dance on my way to class, deal. A shoulder shake before you open a door is always fun.

"Lost One" deserves good mention too. Chrisette's voice calms me.

I've been looking for Alicia Keys. Me and Bob Dylan that is. Like some sort of musically induced pain killer, Modern Times, gives you just what you need to enter an altered state of mind. Thunder On The Mountain, Spirit On The Water and Nettie Moore are just three of the ten songs that can make you laugh out loud or cry yourself to sleep... all at once at the same time. My personal favorite line, which I just found out to be not what he actually says, is: I could live forever, with you preferably. Apparently he says, "I could live forever, with you perfectly," but I like what I heard so much better.


It's that time of year again when I would use a time machine to travel forward a week instead of back, so naturally I think some things are quite lame...

The Internet. When I want something that should definitely be on the internet, but isn't, I'm furious. I've been looking for the past three weeks for the Reno911 clip where Steed is pulled over by Lt Dangle and literally cannot find it. I've scoured the electronic universe and somehow still cannot find what I deem to be the most hilarious Reno911 sketch I've ever seen.

Steed and his hooker get stopped by Lt Dangle and Junior (I think) the night before his wedding with Clementine and he openly admits to driving drunk and possessing all sorts of drugs to the horror of the officers who don't want to arrest him. I lose it when at the end of Steed's tirade of amphetamines and alcohol he's consumed he says, "... uh and twenty beers." He ends the sketch by smashing a beer bottle over Dangle's head and driving away. This is especially funny because Dangle and Junior clearly state they don't and will not arrest him.

Unpacking. I think I need to admit to this as hopefully this will cause me to change. I never officially unpacked when I went home for Thanksgiving and I still haven't put all my clothes away from my suitcase from when I returned either. I may actually have never fully unpacked from when I went home for the summer. I'm that lazy and I'm not sorry about it and that needs to change.

I'm not ready to talk about:
The Rams, the Blues, People who don't click on my links that I provide.

3 comments:

Jim said...

Excellent post, per usual. I want to drive a zamboni to Del Taco. Like you, I'm not ready to talk about how Marc Bulger is one of the best quarterbacks in the NFL but has been saddled with (easily) the worst offensive line in football, especially now that Orlando is out. Also, I tried looking for the Steed clip, but I could only find the scene where he proposes, which I assume you've seen.

However, a few factual errors: my iPod has never been stolen (my woes have been as follows: stolen computer, wiped external hard drive, wiped computer hard drive). Also, not to pull an Albert Pujols and complain about lack of recognition, but I can't help but feel slighted by my omission from the hall. For the committee's consideration: multiple playlists (all different) for numerous house parties all last year and my "Mina's Birthday" playlist that drew rave reviews from all involved. In fact, though I've moved back on campus, I still receive last minute phone calls from party hosts desirous of my iPod's presence. Of course, this could be because Yale has lower standards. (I am, after all, resident expert on all things hip hop south of the Mason-Dixon which doesn't say much for the rap scene here.) Maybe being King here means nothing and I'm still a pawn when held up to the strict scrutiny of KIYB. I don't know. Not that I'm bitter or anything.

Just trying to be a better blogfriend.

Love,
Jim

Anonymous said...

I think you have yourself to blame for the late inductance seeing as how the voting members time travel most nights your playlists are involved (and sometimes need to be reminded of things)

the revisions have been made - I still stand by my injury prone comment

Anonymous said...

That is more like it. He's back.