Brief Encounter with the Dark Side

Sarah Palin, John McCain's Vice-Presidential running mate on the Republican ticket, just finished her pep rally power drill with the Republican delegates.  I felt compelled to watch, as we know nothing about her, except she has a pregnant teenage daughter, loves her guns, and is married to a hot, outdoorsy-type guy.  We also are aware of her allegiance to the Neo-Con Christian Right, her pro-life stance, where even a moose wouldn't be neutered.  

She entered the stage with an updated hairstyle for the usual hair-clip bun in the back and a snazzy suit, with jaquard-shiny jacket.  Her daughters and Cindy McCain were also having good hair days.  I was reminded of some sorority sister, campaigning for, like, sorority queen/president, or whatever that office-bearer's name is.  She is promising everything from less government to lower taxes to free beer at the White House.  The most entertaining moment was watching her youngest daughter, Piper, hold the baby, Trig, and smooth out his hair by first licking her hand very effectively and then slicking this poor baby's hair back.  Another camera shot showed Piper picking Trig's eyelash.  They were like chimpanzees, picking lice off of each other and eating them.  This family could either live in Appalachia or the Ozarks, or in the D.C. loop--what a wonderful representation of our moral majority.

Another obsession from today was this older gentleman at the gym working out in the weights area with his bare feet.  At one point, he actually rested his feet on the hand weights.  Fortunately for me, I can't lift the weights he used as a foot stool.  Nonetheless, this whole scenario was rather repulsive.  God only knows what body fluids are on the floor at a gym and what organisms are harboring and breeding on this nasty floor.  I don't even like setting my water bottle on the floor. The barefoot wonder eventually stood next to me, and I wasn't sure if I should run the to the opposite end of the gym or just leave.  I opted to stare out the window--in the opposite direction of the feet.  Now, I assume he must be one of those metro men that gets pedi-mani spa treatments, because his feet actually looked, well nice.

Songs on Repeat and WTF?????

I cannot get that song by Zack de la Rocha's new project, One Day as a Lion, with Mars Volta drummer, Jon Theodore out of my head.  I love that song, "Wild International", which has been very instrumental for getting me pumped in the morning.  I had to actually look up the lyrics, and I must say, good job, Zack!  These lyrics are powerful and meaningful, which is difficult to find in a song gets radio airplay.  So, I have a tendency to repeat it a few times in the car.  Also, "1,000,000" by Nine Inch Nails gets repeated quite often.  This track makes a great morning pick me up when it's raining outside and I can't get out of my car to go to Starbuck's to get some strong coffee, so I won't mess up my CHI'd hair. 

Now, for the WTF songs:  The Verve, "Love is Noise". . .I do not understand the possibility of this becoming a song.  There are dogs barking, throughout this song!  I guess if Mick Jagger doesn't write your songs for you, they essentially suck.  Some weird song, called "Black and Gold", by Sam Sparro--again, WTF.  This sounds like some bad Seventies nightmare.  This song would be best served on an adult contemporary station, soft rock, or smooth jazz, all of which induce homicidal and suicidal feelings within.  Yes, I did hear on Ryan Seacrest's website, the new track by Chris Cornell with Timbaland.  I love Chris Cornell, and again, WTF?  And, of course, WHY??????  Why, Chris, why???????  If my 14-year-old cousin downloads this song, every ideal I try to represent is compromised.  Chris, please, just put out some more "Euphoria Morning" or get back with Soundgarden.

WTF?? Part 1

Today is my birthday, and I have the esteem and honor of sharing my birthday with some very talented, reputable celebrities. . .the Olson twins!  Yes, that would be Mary Kate and Ashley, of "Full House" fame and cinematic masterpieces such as "New York Minute", "It Takes Two", and "How the West was Fun".  I got to party with my friends, and my party ended not too long ago.  As I watch Bonnaroo weekend on Fuse, I discover that the Olson twins are still partying--at Bonnaroo.  Why do these dumb bitches (Olsons, Hiltons, Kardashians, etc.) get to do cool stuff, like go to Bonnaroo, Coachella, etc., when they probably don't listen to half the bands playing?  

I will quit my bitching and moaning to pay my respects.  I love Tim Russert, and when I heard the news of his sudden passing, I was deeply saddened.  My respectful condolences go to his family and friends, as we all remember the impact Mr. Russert made on journalism, news, and political reporting for the American media.  I love "Meet the Press", and Mr. Russert brings integrity, respect, and balance to the media, in a time where these values are lacking.  He will always be a wonderful model for journalists presently in the media.