tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140250362024-02-20T13:51:47.824-08:00I can't drive 55I can't go along with the crowd. I've been accused of being the Last Angry Man. I hope not.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-86312699844771796212012-03-19T20:57:00.000-07:002012-03-19T20:57:25.904-07:00The Year of the GoslingThis should have been the year of Ryan Gosling. He was the star in three good movies, or he starred in three good movies last year. Three of them, and one with the ubiquitous Mr. Clooney. Does the Academy love anyone as much as they love George Clooney? He is the Jack Nicholson of his generation, although so far Jack has starred in much better movies. Clooney does not have his Chinatown, yet. But Ryan Gosling showcased his tremendous acting skills in three different performances, The Ides of March, Drive, and Crazy, Stupid, Love. The most astonishing performance was in Drive. He played the Steve McQueen character with an edge and a fury that I didn't think he was capable of. It's the kind of movie that Edward Norton might star in. Gosling was that good.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-90388118624670605642011-02-17T19:44:00.000-08:002011-02-22T19:22:03.167-08:00F--- You, and Dinner for SchmucksWith the number 1 single, F--- You by Cee-Lo Green, it appears the age of Censorship is almost over, but is it a good thing? Like everything else, the greater use of profanity in everyday life will desensitize its effect. Soon "fuck you" will seem as innocuous as "hello", or may replace hello as in "Fuck you, Jim. What a beautiful day!" The last "literary" writing taboo will be gone. As censorship disappears, so will boundaries. We will no doubt see more book and movie titles that are a lot more colorful than Dinner for Schmucks. <br /> A very weird movie that had little to say other than poking fun at thinly veiled imbeciles, it was a long waste of viewing time. There was nothing to root for in that movie, except for it to end much sooner than it did. But I was stupid enough to go out and rent it thinking, that with Paul Rudd and Steve Carell, it would be a funny movie with a satirical eye toward modern life. The movie was callous and not funny and full of cliche stereotypes. And after a while it was the kiss of death, boring. <br /> But I can see the future and some new titles that will come out for popular consumption. "Eat Shit, Doghead!", a bestselling memoir about growing up in the slums of Newark in the sixties; or "Fuck You, Motherfucker" a novel about a basketball legend turned real estate mogul. "Bullshit Yourself" a movie about the life of a gangsta rapper who transforms his life to become a doctor, when a brain surgeon saves his life after a horrible car accident and leaves him only with the ability to speak profanity. "Kiss My Fucking Ass" a thriller about a girl on the lam running from the law and her bank-robbing boyfriend. The sky's the limit for the seven words you couldn't say on television back in the day. Soon they will be peppered throughout books and movies, as well as music. Their time has come.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-43034538401456366142011-02-08T20:12:00.000-08:002011-02-08T20:34:13.513-08:00Packers Win SuperbowlThere is a God, because he made sure the Steelers lost. I'm not sure any team could have beaten the Packers, but the Patriots would have been a much better opponent. Rodgers vs Brady would have been awesome to watch. Brady would have been positively salivating when the Packers two prime time back end players went down. Wouldn't Brady have attacked their replacements with relish and Welker and Gonzo and Hernandez. That's a game we didn't get to see. Maybe next year. But at least we don't have to put Big Ben in the conversation of elite quarterbacks because he doesn't belong there. Rodgers does, because he is unbelievably talented. He makes Mark Sanchez look like he should have stayed in college at least another year. Enjoy this one Packers, because we know what happened to last year's Superbowl winner. Congratulations, Green Bay! Hope the Pats get to play you at the same time next year.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-25840888087470939202011-02-06T09:58:00.000-08:002011-02-06T11:10:22.521-08:00The Amazing Tony BennettListening to Tony Bennett's voice is like listening to Yo Yo Ma play his violin. His voice inspires awe, wonder, and excitement while we listen to his golden pipes. We must take note that his clear and beautiful baritone ushers from this eighty-four year old singing legend, which makes his concert experience even more ethereal. <br /><br />The audience at the Wang Center in Boston last night was mesmerized. The concert was the perfect antidote to this snowy, frigid winter. Multiple generations flocked to the Wang to enjoy this spiritually uplifting Tony Bennett sermon. I had his Grammy-winning Duets CD, but I had never been to one of his concerts. Like the great crooners, he was even better in person. And he was a dynamo, dancing and jiving onstage with his fantastic jazz band that backed him up. He played non-stop for at least an hour and a half, and sang most of his famous standards. It was a fabulous concert and Tony received many standing ovations and encore requests. Actually, the sold out audience could have sat in their seats all night. Tony Bennett was the ultimate artist on stage, and the show was flat out brilliant.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-69089995372806142422011-02-01T19:22:00.000-08:002011-02-02T14:39:10.223-08:00Welcome to Little AlaskaWelcome to Little Alaska, formerly Massachusetts, where it snows all the time but we still have the twelve hour cycles of day and night. Soon I'm going to move into an Igloo because it will be bigger than my house. I now also have a full time job since I retired. It's SNOW REMOVAL, and not by plow for a business because I don't have a plow truck. I shovel out my driveway, sometimes three times a day, and I live in a condo. So I don't have a snow blower, but I do have three shovels. Well, I had three shovels but I gave one to my daughter so now I have two. I have one with a bent handle that is better for my back, and I have a long handled push shovel that pushes the snow to the side of my driveway if it's not piled too high, and it is light and easy to move. Can snow be light, fluffy, or soft and cuddly? The answer is NO, unless you're on a mountain and skiing down white powder. That's where snow belongs. Not burying my car and driveway with 15 inches of heavy wet snow while I inch along clearing the monster layer cake style. That's why it's a full time job, cause it takes all day, but I don't get a penny for clearing it. Just the joy of seeing a clear driveway for a day and a half till the next storm.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-50991916472079064462011-01-27T09:54:00.000-08:002011-01-27T10:18:01.954-08:00Got Snow?And how about this SNOW. Have we had enough yet? I don't know about you but I surrender. I give up, SNOW wins. I think there have been more days of snow this winter than without it. I've become an expert shoveler, and it has become my new full time job, cause it takes all day to clear it or get over clearing it. I think there should be a new event at the Winter Olympics, Shoveling, instead of Curling. Nobody understands that sport anyway, and how much talent does it take to sweep a broom? Shoveling a wall of wet snow in under a minute without dying would be much more impressive don't you think? Has anybody seen the Sun? It's mostly all white stuff out here, snow. Are you all going nuts like me snow. It's even starting to creep in my writing snow. I can't stop it sno, there. I better stop. Write back, soon, snow, and I'll try to get my mind off this obsession with SNOW. Got any ideas, I might need HELP!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-76228894648654011832011-01-25T13:48:00.000-08:002011-01-25T15:35:39.763-08:00How about Packers vs Pats?This is not the Superbowl I was dreamin' of. We all know the best Superbowl would have featured the two best quarterbacks of the 2010 season, Brady vs Rodgers. The Patriots we know didn't make it there, and I'm still dumbfounded by the loss to the J E T S, JETS, JETS, JETS that took a nose dive and crashed and burned last Sunday in the AFC Championship game in their loss to the Steelers. Was there ever a greater image than King Rex throwing down his headphones in disgust? YAY! Great, we are all happy with that result. We're not happy that the Steelers are in the Superbowl, because the Patriots beat them on their way to their incredible 14-2 season. After all the recriminations, it really came down to two things: the lack of urgency and second half adjustments by the offense to the Jets defensive scheme, and the lack of toughness by the defense. The team simply did not play like they thought they could win the game, which is the most mind-boggling thing about this unpredictable young Patriots team. They weren't ready for the nitty gritty of playoff football, where teams scratch and claw for 60 minutes, and the tougher team prevails. Patriot players are probably sitting home, saying, "Man, we should be there. We beat the Steelers." And there was no way I could get behind the Jets like good old Dan Shaunessy from the Globe admonished us that we should. I hated their coach, and I hated their arrogance, and thirdly, they were not that good. But they sure gave it their all even when they were down 24-3 at the end of the first half. How do you explain that, Rexy? Too many Patriots in your head? The Patriots have to re-establish their toughness like the great Championship teams of Bruschi, Vrabel, Harrison, Law, Milloy, and Brady. They have to play like champions when it matters the most. They got the best quarterback, they got the leaders, and they got Belichick. Next year the Patriots should be Jetting to the Superbowl.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-53795065179492213962010-10-05T20:05:00.000-07:002011-01-24T19:55:38.703-08:00What is Retirement?Retirement means not working any more, not going to work. It's an odd word at 8am, or 9am, or 10am or whenever you wish. It's like every day is Saturday, and your name is Jimmy Buffett. I'm on a perpetual vacation, but what do I do? That is the question when most people are out there working their butts offf, or not, but drawing a paycheck, and living in the mainstream of life. Ah, there's the rub.<br /><br />Every day is Groundhog Day.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-50772012307650992832009-10-17T15:30:00.000-07:002009-11-19T18:50:04.464-08:00Twit this<div>Twitter limits a tweet to 140 characters, we have 6 word memoirs, what's next, a 50 page novel? Has it happened? Can people not focus long enough to read a book? Why do we have to follow something in 140 characters? That's way too long. Say what you want without yawning. Yabba Dabba Do or Yabba Dabba Don't , followed by news, views, or blues. Virtual life is moving so fast, software is catching up to human capacity. Cut costs, corporations crow to increase revenue and margins and give the best customer service. How do you provide the best customer service when the corporations cut their most important resource, employees? They can provide the best services because their software has gotten better, and faster. Employees, they are things of the past. Corporations have no loyalty to Americans to give us jobs. They are global, they go for the cheapest labor. Democrats = Republicans. More jobs, better education, national security. 36 million people w/o health care. 40 million go hungry every day. Manning vs. Brady, Obama vs Whoever, Palin vs. Fey, Stimulus package, Congressmen and women who don't vote, best job in America except for Vanna White's.<br /></div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-4694206999674218102009-08-28T08:30:00.000-07:002009-08-28T17:12:58.541-07:00First, there is a Mountain, then there is no Mountain, then there isThe impact Ted Kennedy had in this country and Massachusetts is poignantly expressed in the opening lyric of the song by Donovan, the great English rock poet/singer of the sixties. Teddy Kennedy, the last Kennedy brother has died and I, like thousands of others, feel like I lost a family member. He carried the mantle of idealism that Jack and Bobby established in the turbulent sixties. The family had an effect on the history of America like no other family in our history. Even the average man or woman today feels like he has suffered an irreplaceable loss. The hole has fallen out of the center of gravity. At times like this, people feel leaderless, like children looking for answers or guidance. They look for the leadership that Ted Kennedy provided as the champion of education, civil rights, disability rights, immigration, and health care. He fought for a better world for everyone, especially the downtrodden. That's where he took up Jack and Bobby's cause. That's why people feel empty now. They look around and wonder who will do it for me now? And the answer is no one. People have to do it for themselves. Fight for what you believe in and don't be dissuaded or influenced by political labels. Idealism does not have to die. If nothing else, that is what the Kennedy legacy can teach us.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-11957373333894070352009-08-06T09:07:00.000-07:002009-08-11T12:16:09.256-07:00Do you want a Shot of Consciousness with that?A shot of consciousness, a wake-up call, an awakening. If only we could bottle and sell it, whatever "it" is, we might end the madness and suffering in the world. A woman rips a baby from a mother's womb. Another woman cannibalizes her own baby. Genocide goes on unabated in Darfur. Heinous acts happen every day somewhere, and less overtly heinous acts. I read one job is lost every 1.4 minutes in this country alone. One company wants to lay off 8,ooo people by the end of the year. Eight-thousand people, that's a small town. That's mothers, fathers, churchgoers, homeowners, renters, coaches, PTA members, part time waiters, students, instructors, volunteers. That's people whose income support basic town services, not to mention local businesses that keep a town afloat. Eight thousand people without jobs so one company can increase their share price value for their investors, and just possibly beat the market. YAY! Oh, and this company is spending millions of dollars for the naming rights of a stadium in Oakland, CA, where the Raiders play. Awesome! One CEO got it right when he said when he dies, God isn't going to be interested in what his company's share price was, but if he did good works.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-34388016080912855302009-07-29T11:15:00.000-07:002009-07-31T10:10:24.523-07:00Three Men Walk Into A Bar...President Barack Obama, Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr., and Cambridge police sergeant James Crowley stepped into The Enlightenment Bar. The bronzed bartender poured a bag of popcorn into three small plastic bowls as the men approached bamboo stools, while "Margaritaville" played in the background.<br /><br />"What'll it be mates?"<br /><br />"Hey, aren't you that Jimmy Buffett guy that sings that song?" Obama asked.<br /><br />"Nah, he's my twin, ha, ha. I get that all the time."<br /><br />"It's uncanny," Crowley said in amazement.<br /><br />"Hey, if I was that guy I wouldn't be here would I gents?"<br /><br />"No, that is true," Gates said. "You'd be on the road playing to your summer crowds."<br /><br />"So, fellas, what can I get you?"<br /><br />"I'd like a Becks," Gates said.<br /><br />"And I'll have a Blue Moon," Crowley said.<br /><br />"And for you, sir?" The Jimmy Buffett look-a-like asked.<br /><br />"A good, old American Bud," Obama said.<br /><br />"Do y'all want a shot of consciousness with that?"<br /><br />"What the heck is that?" Obama asked.<br /><br />"You did come into the Enlightenment Bar gentlemen." The bartender pointed to the neon sign hanging above his head.<br /><br />"Okay with you guys?" Obama asked as Gates and Crowley settled into their bamboo stools.<br /><br />"If it's good enough for you, it's okay with me." Gates said.<br /><br />"Crowley?" Obama asked.<br /><br />Crowley shrugged and nodded his head.<br /><br />"Three shots, my good man. " Obama said.<br /><br />The bartender whirled around and seized a green bottle and three tiny paper cups from a shelf behind the bar. He deposited a cup in front of each man and poured green liquid into each cup.<br /><br />"Drink up and I'll get you your brewskis."<br /><br />The men, following Obama's lead, picked up the cups and drained them.<br /><br />"This tastes like asparagus," Crowley said.<br /><br />"Mine too." Gates said.<br /><br />"I agree." Obama assented. "What's in it-"<br /><br />"Jimmy," the bartender said while he filled their beer steins. "Essence of nature. Hey guys, I gotta go check on a shipment, so enjoy yourselves. Just ring the bell if you need anything."<br /><br />"What bell?" Gates asked.<br /><br />"The brass one at the end of the bar."<br /><br />They peered at a big brass bell hanging on a pole at the end of the bar. When they turned back, the bartender was gone.<br /><br />"Where'd he go?" Crowley asked bending over the bar. "He didn't just disappear."<br /><br />"This is a very odd bar," Gates said. "I didn't notice that bell before."<br /><br />Obama picked up his beer stein and studied the amber liquid. Gates and Crowley picked up their mugs too.<br /><br />"Cheers," Obama said, and they all took a drink.<br /><br />"Man, this is good." Obama said.<br /><br />"Hits the spot," Crowley said.<br /><br />"Excellent taste." Gates concurred.<br /><br />"Well gentlemen, I have to take responsibility for this brouhaha. " Obama said. "I mis-spoke and for that you have my deepest apologies. It should have remained and been handled as a local issue."<br /><br />He took a swig of his Bud. "My, this beer is excellent."<br /><br />Gates and Crowley guzzled their beer and put their mugs down, eyeing each other.<br /><br />"I got carrried away. Gates said. " I didn't give you a chance," Crowley said simultaneously.<br /><br />"You first." Gates said.<br /><br />"No, you." Crowley said.<br /><br />"It was a rough day. I had been traveling from China. My equilibrium was way off, and then that fuckin' door wouldn't open. All I wanted to do was go in and take a nap, go lie down. I don't sleep well on planes- I lost it, I just motherfuckin' lost it, when you showed up on the front porch. I'm sorry man. I really am. " He laid his hand on Crowley's shoulder. Tears welled up in his eyes.<br /><br />Crowley picked up his mug and handed it to him. "Here man, have some of this and you'll feel better."<br /><br />Gates drank thirstily, the foam escaped his lips and pooled onto the bar's surface.<br /><br />Obama patted Gates on the back. "Are you okay, man?" Gates nodded.<br /><br />Crowley sipped his beer, then lowered his stein.<br /><br />My day wasn't so tough, and when I got the call on the radio, I was skeptical that there was a break in. Perps don't usually carry suitcases in broad daylight to the front porch of a house. I figured whoever broke in there lived there. But I had to put that in the back of my mind until I was sure. But then it was how dare you accuse me? Then you hit me with that racial profiling and all the other bullshit and I was like I'm a fucking cop. I don't have to take that shit. You were pounding me with your insults."<br /><br />He took a big gulp of his beer, and looked sideways at Gates.<br /><br />"I was just doing my job. Just doing my job. Tears well up in his eyes. "I tried to save Reggie Lewis. He died in my arms. My arms."<br /><br />Gates laid his hand on his shoulder. "I know man. I read about that. It really was a fucked up day."<br /><br />Obama ran to the end of the bar and rang the bell. "More beers, Jimmy. We're ready for more beers."<br /><br />Three hours later the men staggered out of the bar with their arms around each other's shoulders.<br /><br />Charles Ogletree, Gates lawyer sat on a bench across from the bar with Crowley's attorneys.<br /><br />"Well, gentlemen we didn't solve world peace, but this issue is resolved," Obama said.<br /><br />"What did you do?" Take some happy pills?" Ogletree asked.<br /><br />"Better than that," Gates and Crowley said and laughed.<br /><br />"That's great. That's all great," Ogletree said. "But how long will it last?"<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><p>For more on The Enlightenment Bar, click on my audio link in my profile.<br /><br /></p>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-72506547142573175672009-07-08T08:52:00.000-07:002009-07-10T06:29:59.804-07:00Sunny Fourth of JulyThis is America, and people are happy when the weather is nice. This is the Summer, and people enter the vacation mode. A switch goes off in their brain and they R E L A X. The Sun and the warm temperatures make their cares melt away. Plunging into a pool or the ocean brings back memories of when you did those things as a kid, and you had no worries or cares, and you could just enjoy the feeling of burying your feet in the sand, or jumping into a pool and swimming or playing underwater games with your friends. Couple the beginning of Summer with the Fourth of July celebration, and you are reminded about the greatness of America. The promise of America as set forth in the Declaration of Independence: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." So after sunning and swimming for most of a warm, sunny July 5, I dropped my Ford Taurus off late in the afternoon for service. My fan wasn't working and when I turned the dial nothing worked from the vent to the defrost. But my conversation with my mechanic restored a chill I hadn't been feeling all day, when we talked about how General Motors, once the biggest company in the world was now owned by the government. He said it was nuts, that socialism was taking over the country. Why aren't people worried about that? And I said this is America, people are in a good mood when the weather is nice. But as I walked back down the asphalt driveway, a thought occurred to me that there was a fine line between socialism and fascism. In socialism, the government says, "You will do this," and in fascism the government says, "You will do this." History shows us it all depends on where the accent is.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-68685009629771207312009-06-24T08:03:00.000-07:002009-06-24T08:50:42.597-07:00Life as it is happening--nowWhat did we do before GPS, cellphones, laptops and PCs, and of course the Global Internet. Now, although we are safe at work, or supposed to be working, or on our coffee break, or even standing and ordering coffee and food at Dunkin', or getting a Value Meal at McDonald's, we get instantaneous news on our Blackberry or Iphone about citizens getting shot at in Iran. Now, this very moment, helicopters are trailing citizens and the military is cracking down and threatening to fire on their own people. Right now, while you bite into that donut and take a sip of your iced coffee. You can read about it as it happens, just as you read the sports pages of the Boston Globe online. But those pages tell you what happened yesterday. You can be a witness to what's happening right there in Iran. You can zoom in and see it for yourself, or you can flip over to the Wimbledon tennis match, or the Dow Jones industrial average if you get bored. You can witness history being made, if you want to. Now that you are aware of the battle in Iran, you can google other websites to learn about the fraudulent election that sparked the unrest, or you can switch over to a video game, or close the window and work on your spreadsheet or your resume. The choice is yours.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-47777621962763065262009-06-16T18:21:00.000-07:002009-06-16T18:55:55.840-07:00Restart, June 12, 2009 --The End of Rabbit EarsWhat better way to begin again, then with the end of an ear(a). It almost made me shed tears if you waxed nostalgic as I did for the golden age of the 50s and 60s T.V. Back in those predigital days, you had to play with the rabbit ears to get them right if they got knocked over, or nudged while you chased your brother or sister around the house. Then you would have to move them back and forth on top of the T.V., or turn the dial up or down, or spread them open or closed to get the clearest picture while you watched Bonanza with your family in the evening. Imagine those days of yore when you actually sat around the kitchen table and had dinner together. Then the family enmasse went into the living room, settled in their favorite chairs or places on the couch and went on an adventure with the Cartwrights- Ben, Adam, Hoss, and Little Joe, while Hop Sing waved good-bye from the Ponderosa's door. Ah, those were the days. And now they're gone. Gone. Everyone is officially launched into the Digital Age. What about those people that didn't come kicking and screaming into this virtual New World? They watched blank screens the rest of the day, and wondered if their world was coming to an end. It was and it did.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-1130810622700946482005-10-31T17:40:00.000-08:002005-10-31T18:23:51.180-08:00The Curse of Dan ShaunessyThe fellowship of the miserable survives this Halloween with Count Shaunessy the leader of the blood suckers, who did his best to help run young Theo Epstein out of town so he can continue to ply his trade as the Dark Prince of Negativity, and extend his cottage industry with his new book, Death to Red Sox Nation. It was a master stroke of his to denigrate Theo's achievements, compared to those of the Godfather, "Lucky" Larry Lucchino, and to tick him off just enough to distrust the Red Sox hierarchy and force his hand on principle. Now you have a clear playing field to stoke your negative fires, and maybe conjure up a new curse when Manny is traded, Damon leaves for more money, and Ortiz gets pissed off without another top slugger in front of him in the line up. Yes, you vampire, you'll have a lot of candidates to suck the life out of, as well as the Nation itself, brought to its knees, by an inferior General Manager. You'll smile with glee, and do cartwheels on the floor, when the Red Sox are 10 games out at the end of April 2006. You are the zenith of negativity, and only in your glory when the Red Sox are losers. <br /> You have a real problem, and it probably stems from your youth, or are you as greedy a bastard as the all the Red Sox owners? The glass is always half empty for you when it comes to the Sox. Even when they won, you had a hard time embracing it, since all you know how to do is to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. My suggestion to you is get the hell out of Boston, and move to Tampa Bay. You'd feel right at home down there, and your negative views would do them some good, as you are a Master at explaining excuses when things don't go right. And maybe, just maybe you'll meet your match.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-1129945965570704022005-10-21T18:12:00.000-07:002005-10-31T17:39:15.103-08:00Customers are No.1, but Employees are not No.4It's a shame, but employees of the human kind is just so much fodder to keep the corporate machine rolling, while it spends money improving software to improve systems, eliminate jobs, outsource the maintenance group that handles any malfunctions and answer questions from frustrated workers who can't get the system to work. And, yes, the IT group is also a vendor selected by the company who have no idea what the system is for, but nevertheless have to justify their multimillion dollar contract, so they put plenty of bells and whistles into it, to make it ridiculously complex and user unfriendly with unnecessary steps that do nothing except slow the process down and add to excessive mouse clicking that produces no final resolution of the problem until the umteenth click, at which point the whole procedure starts over again, or a malfunction occurs in which case you call an 800#, and a guy named Kart in India patiently explains the error like you're in kindergarten, and afterward you have no choice but to thank him, so you can continue on to the next problem, and he can go home and thank Buddha for the global economy he can participate in, and he can live a Rolls Royce life in India. So the global tentacles have reached out and ensnared Kart and his family, while corporations trim down, and RIF, and lay off thousands of workers in America. And the workers in the cubes and pods don't get the training they need to do the job right, but the money rolls in, and the corporate giant keeps trampling everything underfoot. It has gotten to the point where gulp, we are merely extensions of the machine, and are merely there to do its will, with the minmum of management supervision. It doesn't matter who's sitting there clicking the mouse, becuause the systems do all the work, and the better they are, the less people are needed. So, truly it's sad but true, employees are the fourth priority, because unfortunately we are cheapest ones to replace. I now understand the mission statement a lot better than when I began, and it's a horrifying thought. Happy Halloween!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-1122343705562514352005-07-25T18:42:00.000-07:002005-07-25T19:08:25.566-07:00Living With TerrorOkay, we're supposed to continue to live our lives normally, but let's be real, there is no normal with this plague on humanity. There are no rules or ways to fight this, except to be prepared, and keep on guard for anything different or out of the ordinary. Commuters on my train have new visitors, the MBTA SPECIAL FORCES, the black suited policemen, and one eyed me suspiciously when I dared to make eye contact with him at my usual commuter station for the past ten years. Well, my suspicions were correct. This blonde haired moustachioed guy eyed me and my back back for a few seconds with a total blank expression. But the eyes said everything I needed to know. No one is above suspicion, and they are looking for anything suspicious, including me for looking at them. So, forget racial profiling. On the positive side anyone could be a singled out, male or female, black or white or asian, latino, whatever. On the negative side, it feels like a Stephen King movie to have the policeman question me in his mind, even for brief seconds. But I find myself also looking for the odd person, the commuter who doesn't fit. This used to be a pleasant experience to take the Commuter Rail into Boston. Now sleeping is fitful at best, reading is intermittent, and relaxation is at a minimum. Actually, the Men in Black are beginning to be a welcome sight in this new world order.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-1121527548139857232005-07-16T08:05:00.000-07:002005-07-16T09:25:01.986-07:00London BombingIt was a nightmare in daytime, horrible, macabre, frightening beyond description, especially if you're a commuter like me who take a train to work every day, not to mention the thousands of people who take the MBTA trains. We all relate to the carnage caused in London and are horrified that God forbid it could happen here or anywhere. We feel for the families and their loved ones who died, and the injured in hospitals who were once again the innocent victims of hatred and terror. <br /><br /> The President came out and said this was an attack against freedom, and we will do everything to stay on the attack to defeat the terrorists. What he didn't say and hasn't said is we will do everything we can to insure the safety of our free citizens, and shore up our security systems for commuters around the country who rely on public transportation. What about the defense, Mr. Bush. He won't make that commitment, except to the airlines, although that would make his commitment to our safety a clear signal that he intends to protect freedom at home.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-1120863532972367632005-07-08T15:37:00.000-07:002005-07-09T16:28:17.373-07:00Old Hippy ConcertYou knew it, when this big gray haired guy stood up alone while John Fogerty sang Born on the Bayou, early on pumping his fists in the air, and screaming out. He was dressed normal, but here was a closet hippy. If I close my eyes, I can see him with his bong getting stoned, and passin' it around while CCR blares "Proud Mary". Oh, shit, those were the days, the anti'establishment, get stoned and blast the stereo, while the sixties and seventies fly by. And then there was John Mellencamp, more positive rock and roll, my son said. Yeah, but I still like that song, "Pink Houses." "Ain't that America, you and me, something to see, baby. Little pink houses for you, for you and me, girl. Oh, yeah." The hope of the past seeking fruition in the present. And if you got one, in the middle of the country, you made it, like your parents before you. You got it all. The American dream realized. Isn't that what it's all about?Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-1120703230644528282005-07-06T18:53:00.000-07:002005-07-06T19:27:10.646-07:00A positive blogMy wife says I should be more positive, that I should be shallow and happy like her. So, what the heck, I'm gonna try to LA, LA, LA, be happy, and enjoy life on my vacation. I mean if you can't chill out on summer vacation, when can you? I guess it's cause I'm a deep person. I think below the surface. But I am surrounded by most people who only see the road or world in front of them, right in front of their face and nothing else. It's a pleasant way to be, a lot less thinking, wondering, worrying, comprehending, or trying to understand THE BIG PICTURE. Who cares? I'm having fun, you're having fun, the sun is out, the Red Sox are in first place, and my back is finally fine. Life is good, and goes on. So roll with it, baby, for a while. Shallow is, don't ask why are people shallow. Shut up! Okay.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-1120152293548111742005-06-30T08:43:00.000-07:002005-07-01T20:23:17.416-07:00I can't drive 55 was meant to be my first post, but I have a confession or two to make first. One, I decided to "blog", don't like that word, sounds like vomit, but, hey in a way it is, verbal vomit. I like that. Anyway, it's been now 15 days since I turned 55 and I told myself I would create a blog for my birthday, and 13 days later I did, so Two, I'm a procrastinator, and there are far worse things in life, but I'm working on it. Here goes...<br /> <strong>SUMMAH, SUMMAH</strong>, is here in 2005. A time to let go, release, breathe in the warm fresh (COUGH, COUGH) breezes in <strong>Bahston</strong> and elsewhere. But Summah 2005 is a lot different than previous summers. Relaxation doesn't last very long, the UV rays are much stronger, the air quality is day to day, unless you live in Maine or Vermont, great places to vacation. And of all things the national politics are smokin'.<br /> I got to get this out of the way, while I'm still doing some Spring cleaning, and then hanging by the pool briefly in the Sun with my sunblock UV 30, (was it last year that 15 was still strong enough) watching the little toddlers jumping gleefully into their parent's arms, and kids splashing and playing Marco Polo, and interrupting my meditation.<br /> The government has let us down, and both parties, the so-called "Republicans" and "Democrats" leave us much to be desired and little to be admired. That's probably a catch-all phrase that even they may use some day. But as my eighth grade teacher used to say, and I wish I remembered her name, <strong>"People get as good government as they what? Deserve."</strong>. And what more can one say about the Bush administration that seeks to spread Democracy (sic. capitalism) abroad, while pushing extremely hard at home to restrict liberty and liberties we take for granted, and circumvent the Constitution through the expansion of the cleverly named Patriot Act. Read the stories people, know what you are losing. This law affects you, me, and that toasty babe in the pink bikini bathering on her cell phone about her latest date, and her hair coloring appointment on Saturday. <br /> Well, this is what you need to know about how Bush is planning to slowly transform this country, not the Mideast dictatorships, except of course our oily friend Saudi Arabia, into a police state. So baby, oil yourself up and get comfortable. The sun ain't shining here. Oh, and what is that book you're reading, Nora Roberts' latest trashy, er romance novel? Who wants to know? Well, until recently the FBI might have had the power under Section 215 in the anti-terrorism law to obtain a wide range of business records and other "tangible things," like library patron lists, and book sales records or book customer lists.<br /> An amendment passed by the House now will bar terrorist investigatiors to check out the reading habits of patrons of libraries and bookstores. And thankfully 38 Republicans joined 199 Democrats and one Independent to get the amendment passed. Oh, and the Independent just happened to be Representative Bernard Sanders, the amendment's leading proponent. I culled this information of course on line, the last free bastion of thought and freedom of expression, ironically, and it is worth repeating the quote by Mr. Sanders. By the way you'll never see this or hear about it on the "News stations."<br /><br /> <strong>"<em>Every member of Congress and every American understands we have to do everything we can to protect the American people from terrorism. That's not the debate. The debate is whether we can and must do that and protect the constitutional rights that make us a free people. That is what Congress voted for today.<br /> This sends a real message to the President that the American people do not want Big Brother looking over their shoulder when they walk into a library or bookstore."</em></strong><br /><br /> So, honey, you can turn over, you're getting a little burnt, and get into that passage that is making you hot, tan and hot. Ah, summer. Hey, but even that brief statement should be enough to give you goosebumps. You only have to look up and as far away as Washington to see how the Bush Fear Factor is bent on limiting America's freedom in the shadows of the Jefferson and Lincoln Memorial, and in view of the Washington Monument, under the all encompassing, oppressive, mysterious term, "terrorism." <br /> Boy, would that have meant that if you had read "1984", or looked at R.Crumb cartoons, you might be a "terrorist?" It's sort of like an ass backwards Redneck joke, where the joke just might be on you. Unless, of course you live in the red states and have only read "Bambi."<br /> Back to that quote about the government. While Bush is blatant about usurping our freedom, the namby-pamby Democratic party is just that. No cahones, none. Kerry, a joke. Dean, rediculous, Hilary Clinton, a fountain of platitudes and the usual blah, blah, blah, good education, affordable health insurance, clean air, protect the environment, safe streets, blah, blah, blah. But the worst sin is the sin of (C)OMMISION, pick your choice.<br /><br /> WE CAN DO BETTER!<br /><br />Huh!? Better than what? What can we do better? HOW CAN WE DO BETTER?<br />If you knew how, Bush wouldn't be the President of USA, INC., would he? This third grade slogan picked by a three hundred millionare irritated the hell out of me. Every time they said it, and they still do, I screamed at the TV, "Are you kidding?"<br />It's the lamest excuse for a rally cry I've ever heard. And do you know to this day they haven't given us any answers. They haven't given us anything concrete, and Kerry, every time he has an opportunity to take a stand, he doesn't. The consummate politician, who plays both sides against the middle and says nothing. <br /><br /> Oh well, there's always the excape mode to the Red Sox, the defending World Champion Boston Red Sox. And then there's Brad, and Jen, and Angelina, and Tom and Katie, and Star Wars Episode Three, Batman Begins, and soon the War of the Worlds. See a pattern here, God, I hope not. People have got to get involved, people have got to care, if not for ourselves than for the kids splashing in the pool. <br /> I now return you to your regular programming. Bush, Cheney, Iraq, insurgents, Social Security, U.N., Bolton, Condoleeza Rice, Oprah, Tom, Katie, Jacko, Manny, Ortiz, Arroyo, Bill Moyers, The Web, Dean. Oh, and don't forget the Daily show. <br />Peace.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14025036.post-1119973281159273952005-06-28T08:23:00.000-07:002005-06-29T08:56:55.636-07:00King me!I just went for a Crown last night, my second one, and what a fabulous dental visit it was. It was hot, literally, the A/C was barely working, and my bare legs stuck to the vinyl chair, like adhesive tape, after a while. Boy, was I looking forward to that hour and a half visit, and that lovely novacaine, the needle way back in your mouth that makes you feel like half your face is sliding off. And then it's on to the Big Dig. And for the next hour, you sit and smell the burnt odor while your tooth gets pared down. Actually, it feels like they're hard at work building an underground metropolis in your mouth, with highways, and byways, and tunnels to ease the traffic. The only sounds missing was horns beeping. I swear one time I looked up and he was wearing a hard hat. If only they could put you out and send you somewhere, like Hawaii or Mars like in Total Recall. But no, you have to be awake while they fill your mouth with cotton rolls and other gadgets, not to mention the air tube they hook on your lip, and the mini-vacuum they use to suck up the blood, etc. Then they ask if you're doing okay? Mmmph..., you nod, and hold your hands together in prayer fashion. You look out the window at the palm trees, girls in bikinis, and the rolling waves...Ahh, summer.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06638146176723063257noreply@blogger.com0