Archives for November 2007

Evel Knievel- Rest In Peace

An XR-750 in the Evel Knievel display at Madam...

An XR-750 in the Evel Knievel display at Madame Tussauds, Las Vegas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you were a boy during the 70’s you probably had one of these toys.

Evel Knievel was a household name. We loved to watch and talk about his stunts, not to mention pretend to recreate them. I can remember more than one occasion in which my mother specifically told me not to try and do what Evel had done.

The good news was that because I was just a boy I never had the opportunity to really imitate him, but my continual attempts to jump the Snake River, buses or through flames probably caused her and my father to lose a lot of sleep. For posterity’s sake allow me to clarify that these attempts were made using ordinary household products and all of the resourcefulness young boys could come up with.

So that meant building ramps out of wood and boxes, jumping on and off of the curb and doing all sorts of stuff that today would have made me and the boys contestants in the X-Games. Did I mention jumping off of the roof into the swimming pool? No, well let me add that we seriously considered riding our bikes off of the roof and into the pool.

Fortunately for us our parents always spotted our attempt to bring ramp and bike onto the roof so it never did happen.

Anyhoo, old Evel lived a lot longer than my mother said he would. Later today I am going to have to give her a call and ask her if she remembers telling me that sooner or later one of his tricks would kill him and that a smart boy wouldn’t try such silly things.

On a side note, I can just picture Evel doing his stunts in heaven, while Howard Cosell provides the color commentary. Perhaps I’ll add more to this later.

Some Quotes That Caught My Eye

Here are some quotes that caught my eye. I need come back and clean post up so that it looks better, but for now this will do.

“The will of God prevails. In great contests each party claims to act in accordance with the will of God. Both may be, and one must be, wrong. God cannot be for and against the same thing at the same time. In the present civil war it is quite possible that God’s purpose is something different from the purpose of either party – and yet the human instrumentalities, working just as they do, are of the best adaptation to effect His purpose.” The Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln edited by Roy P. Basler, Volume V, “Meditation on the Divine Will” (September 2, 1862?), pp. 403-404.

“We all declare for liberty; but in using the same word we do not all mean the same thing. With some the word liberty may mean for each man to do as he pleases with himself, and the product of his labor; while with others, the same word may mean for some men to do as they please with other men, and the product of other men’s labor. Here are two, not only different, but incompatible things, called by the same name – liberty. And it follows that each of the things is, by the respective parties, called by two different and incompatible names – liberty and tyranny.” The Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln edited by Roy P. Basler, Volume VII, “Address at Sanitary Fair, Baltimore, Maryland” (April 18, 1864), p. 301-302.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing courseuntrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare– Sonnet 18

If thou remember’st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
(As You Like It, 2.4.33-5)

It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
(5.5.30), Macbeth

“A friend is one before whom I may think aloud.”

“A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”

“Give all to love; obey thy heart.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.
John Stuart Mill

Mad World

Ran into a guy from high school at Costco. He was driving an older Celica and listening to Tears For Fears sing Mad World. I don’t recall seeing him since we graduated.

It was a little bizzare. There is probably nothing to this, but the Celica looked like the ’85 or ’86 model and then the music which was big when we were in school. Fortunately he wasn’t dressed like a John Hughes movie extra because if he had I might have started looking for Doc. Brown and a Delorean.

Anyhoo, for those who are interested here are links to two versions of Mad World and the lyrics.

Mad World– Gary Jules
Mad World– Tears For Fears
Lyrics

M.L.B.F.- Music To Put Me To Sleep

Someone ought to remind me that it is never a smart idea to pay bills before going to bed. Left me feeling more than a little bit riled up. So I decided to come here and listen to some tunes. I figured that I’d try and share what I listened to, so here are some links to some YouTube Videos.

Always on My Mind– Elvis Presley
In The Ghetto– Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley – Suspicious Minds
May it be-Enya
Gentle Annie– Tommy Makem
Ring of Fire 1968– Johnny Cash
Ain’t no Mountain High Enough“-MARVIN GAYE & TAMMI TERRELL
I Melt– Rascal Flatts
Visions of Paradise– Mick Jagger
Mordreds Lullaby– Heather Dale
Californication– Red Hot Chili Peppers
It was a very Good Year– Sinatra

If Fabio Was Commander-In- Chief

I was pleasantly surprised to stumble onto Fabio’s comments from this interview:

“When I first meet him in the summer of 2006, on the occasion of his passing the torch as official non-butter spread spokes-hunk—he juiced annual sales of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter! from around $25 million to $250 million—he’s in a voluble mood. Finally unshackled from his major sponsorship obligations, he’s eager to show that he has more on his mind than the ripping of bodices—or, for that matter, the metaphysics of butter.

“The Israeli people have been the sacrificial lamb of history,” Fabio declares. It’s mid-August, and the bombs are dropping in Lebanon as we stand in the kitchen of his sprawling Spanish-style mansion in Los Angeles (his publicist asked that we keep the neighborhood a secret to deter stalkers). The so-called Harlequin heartthrob, a diehard news junkie, has had a lot on his mind lately, particularly when it comes to Middle East policy and the Iraq war.

“It’s about f*cking time,” he says, as Fox News reports on Israel’s attempt to push Hezbollah out of Southern Lebanon. “[The Jews] have been getting killed for 5,000 years. Enough is enough. The rest of the world does not give a sh*t, except America, because the Israelis have no oil. Everyone sticks with those Arabs—because they have the oil.”

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“Conversation soon circles back to the Middle East—this time, Iraq.

“I’ll tell you my policy,” he says confidently. “Invading Iraq was a total fuck-up because you have Muslims—Shi’ite, Sunni, and Kurds—who hate and would like to kill each other to the end of time. Listen, it took a bastard like Saddam Hussein, because he was a fanatic, killing hundreds of thousands, to keep those people quiet. We get there and are like, ‘Oh!’ Now what you’ve got is a civil war and we’re stuck in the middle. It’s like when you step on a nest of rattlesnakes. What are you gonna do? Of course, if we have to go to war with Iran, we are right there. That’s the only good side.”

He’s also critical of how the war has been waged. “We went in too fast,” he says. “To me, shock and awe should not be a light touch. Where’s the shock, you know?” The model, who served the once-mandatory 18 months in the Italian military after high school, nods a lot when he speaks. He’s so damn friendly, even when calling for mass carnage, that I find myself nodding along with him.

“Bomb them for a few years,” he suggests, “And when they start coming out with the white flag … bomb them a little bit more. Then you go in with our soldiers.”

“Let me give you an example in life,” he says, by which he means a example in fantasy. Fabio is big on outrageous hypotheticals. “You can’t go into the ring with Mike Tyson and say, ‘You know, Mike, you can’t punch me in the face because I have a pretty face, okay? And of course you can’t punch me under the belt, and not too hard.’ He wants to rip you apart! He wants to bite your ear off, he wants to kill you. You see, it’s war. This is what people don’t understand.”

“Think about it,” he goes on. “On one hand, they show Abu Ghraib and Americans are like, ‘What’s the world coming to?’ On the other hand, they chop off your head on TV. And you know, they’re watching us and laughing. Because to them we are pussies. It’s like they look at us and they’re like, ‘Oh, look at those wimpy little pussies.'”

Hat Tip to Hot Air