Friday, December 05, 2008

Quotable Quotes

From my friend David Dunn. If you're in Austin, stop by BB Rovers and tell him you enjoy his musings.

MUSINGS:

According to Mark Twain, “Wit is the sudden marriage of ideas which before their union were not perceived to have any relation.” This is something I strive to achieve and occasionally accomplish. Bill Maher, George Carlin, Dennis Miller, Molly Ivins - may her beautiful, witty soul never rest in peace (because she wouldn't want it that way) and a host of others have made a living at it, but it seems that almost everything they say is a twist on something that can be traced back toTwain, Will Rogers, W. C. Fields, Woody Guthrie, Henny Youngman, etc. and etc.

And those guys were probably paraphrasing stuff that could be traced back, through just a few degrees (centuries and millennia) of separation encompassing Shakespeare, Confucius, Solomon, and more. I'm sure Noah had a slew of “how wet was it?” jokes and Eve was the first one to quip the classic rib-tickler, “Ooh, Adam. Is that a serpent in your pocket - wait a minute, we don't have pockets - is that a serpent, or are you just glad to see me?”

So, since I'm feeling a bit unoriginal at the moment but happy to agree with (steal from) the best, here 's a shot at seeing how Mr. Clemens'(aka Mark Twain, not aka The Rocket) quotes marry up to some of today's issues.

On Pete Rose vs. Barry Bonds:“It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have them and not to deserve them.”

On the tech boom:“Civilization is the limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessities.”

On “She was all like, what? And I'm like, whoa...” :“A man's character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation.”

On Match.com:“When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.”

On the War in Iraq:“Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please,” and“It is easier to stay out than get out.”

On the “Patriot” act and Homeland Security:“Patriot: the person who can holler the loudest without knowing what he is hollering about,” and “Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it.” Or how about “Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.” And let's throw in “Laws control the lesser man... Right conduct controls thegreater one.”

On “Stay the Course:”“Loyalty to petrified opinion never broke a chain or freed a human soul.”

On trying to turn a third world country into a little U.S.A. clone “Everything has its limit - iron ore cannot be educated into gold.”

On our current leadership: “All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure,” and“It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native criminal class except Congress,” and, “Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.”

If you're worried about buying a car made on a Friday, just remember:“Man was made at the end of the week's work when God was tired.”(My spin on this is “If God only worked a 5-day week, we wouldn't be here.”)

On Bud Light (and Viagra?)“Many a small thing has been made large by the right kind of advertising.”

On frat parties:“Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.”

On my own personal organizational skills: “Have a place for everything and keep the thing somewhere else; this is not advice, it is merely custom”

So was he a mere humorist, or the Nostradamus of his day? Or perhaps it's just that in general, a well crafted quote will always stand the test of time. But beware of that generalization because, as you know, “All generalizations are false, including this one.”

Friday, November 28, 2008

Small Town News

Humor from my friend David Dunn

MUSINGS:

When I get tired of the recycled headlines of [insert your favorite“News” & Gossip Network here] and don't wanna hear about anybody named Britney, Paris, or O.J. or any politicians' close encounters of the restroom kind, I like to turn to random low-circulation local papers from places I've never been. You know, something a bit different, yet still exercising my God-given inalienable right to life, liberty, andthe pursuit of sticking my nose into other people's business.

Sometimes the headlines themselves are enough to raise an eyebrow, like “Grooms and Wilson Unite in Marriage” (from the Yazoo Herald.) Grooms? What kind of sect has invaded rural Mississippi? If it were the BoxElder Journal in Brigham City announcing, “Warren Jeffs and Brides to Visit for Summer Camp/Honeymoon Getaway” I'd be way less surprised. OK, never mind ...turns out, the Yazoo bride's maiden name is “Grooms.”

Well, I reckon they could really stir things up by rewriting thatheadline as “Local Man Weds Grooms.”

It's possible that they do have sects in the City; they certainly seemto have religion out the Yazoo. Of the 40 or so announcements in theYazoo City publication's “Community Bulletin” (3724 subscribers) I think I counted announcements from 24 different churches. Most of the rest appeared to involve high school reunions and mental health support groups. (I don't know why, but that has some kind of logical ring to it.)

Just down the road, the Wayne County news proclaimed, “School Boards [sic] enacts three new policies.” I “sense” that none of those policies included grammar tutoring programs. Did it occur to the writer that when the editor said to switch to the singular, he wasn't talking about a cell phone? Now it turns out that this particular school district is getting big bucks from oil royalties and lease money on some land owned by the district, last month's alone being over $700K, but they're not allowed to spend it (in spite of the obvious need.) Quoting the article,“The interest from the oil-gas revenue can be utilized by school officials, but state law prohibits the expenditure of the principle.” Iguess I shouldn't complain, just on a matter of principal. After all, you graduated ... and you got your own by-line.

The Choctaw Plaindealer featured a Lifestyle story of a woman from MSU trying to educate the local Rotary Club on how to eat healthy by measuring serving sizes. Well, that would be the “provisional” Rotary Club ... they can't get their charter until they can get 20 people to pay their dues. They meet each week at “Pap's Place.” Uh-huh. Measure it. Sure. Hey, Paps, I'll have that low-fat six ounce chicken-fried steak, please. She reminded them that a can of Coca Cola has 12 teaspoons of sugar. Yeah, whatever you say, Sugar, and while you're up could you get me a refill of sweet tea? As an example of the food pyramid's recommendation of eating 6 ounces of grains every day, she stated that one ounce of grains is one slice of bread, one cup of cereal or half a cup of cooked rice. So that makes 6 ounces of grains, what? A heap of grits and a six pack of Busch Light? I feel healthier already.

This is the South, lady. We don't have “serving sizes,” we have “Helpings.”

You're all invited back again to this locality to have a “single serving” of our hospitality.

That just ain't right.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

South Austin is a Music Legend

Another Musing from my friend David Dunn

MUSINGS:
I see that the City of Austin Noise Ordinance is once again rearing its rowdy head, or at least a few squeaky wheels are are making a lot of noise wanting to be heard over the music.
I really don't understand people moving into a neighborhood adjacent to existing venues, then complaining about the music, other than when it's outside the limits of the existing ordinance. I agree that if a new venue pops up in an old neighborhood, sure, they should work with the residents to keep the levels and times acceptable to the standards of the folks who were already there, but don't go killing off venues thatwere already there.

Some guy quoted in Thursday's paper was complaining because his backyard butts up to Freddy's Place on South First, right next to Jovita's. Seems that some evenings he can't sit out on his deck without hearing music that sometimes goes, OMG, as late as 9 PM! I don't know how long you've been there, Mr. self-proclaimed idiot, but live music venues have supported that stretch of road for a helluva long time. You're just pissed because you didn't do your due diligence before you bought or rented the joint.

Let's see, you get to sit on your deck in the privacy of your own backyard in the heart of South Austin, drink your own beer, not pay a cover or tip the barmaid, and you have as good a seat as half the people at the venue. Did you just move from the lake, because those constantly annoying, bright, multi-hued sunsets, their reflections glimmering and dancing through the soft ripple off the water's surface were hurting your eyes? Damn the City of Lakeway for not building you a six-foot fence to protect you against it! You know, I'm pretty sure I'm allergic
to my neighbor's 30 year old cedar tree - I should complain to the city and demand that he cut it down. Or do something about those trains going by, just half a mile away. Sometimes I can't hear what letter was called during “Wheel of Fortune.”

How many millions of dollars were spent during the nearly 10 year delay of building Lakeline Mall, because of the endangered cave beetle we didn't know was there? OK, they were there first, not quite since the dawn of time but maybe not long after, and we couldn't ask the poor little blind buggers to just up and move for our convenience. To the overcrowded musician population of Austin, good venues are an endangered species, and we shouldn't be messing with venues that have been around, some since not long after our own dawn of creation, others a bit later but established nonetheless; the “Dawn of Creation” on the Live MusicCapital of the World time line of course being October 3, 1954 (Extra points if you know why without Googling it ... hint: nothing to do with Al Sharpton or some Indian actor.)

Dude. Go back to Iowa, or Alaska, or Leander, or whatever quiet boring place you want Austin to emulate. Or crawl back into your cave and play with your pet Rhadine Persephone colony, and let the musicians and their audiences pay tribute to their own favorite Beatles, in their own way.
Some of these people just make me wanna scream. At more than 85 db and after 10:30PM !

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Live Music Podcast

This is my acoustic trio (me , Jim Hemphill, and Ric Furley), at BB Rover's in June 2008.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Drunken Drug Companies

MUSINGS:

I was sitting at my computer the other day, doing something incredibly important, I'm sure, with the TV out of sight but not out of earshot. I heard one of those 30 to 60-second snippets of news that stopped me in my mouse tracks.

The part I wasn't really listening to went something like: “Researchers at [some notable research facility I didn't catch] in a study funded by [some huge drug conglomerate that one day will control the universe - does it really matter which?] have announced some success in the use of a medication known as [something or ex? whatchamazine?x-y-z-adryl ?] for treatment for alcoholism. Tests indicated that [blah blah per cent blah blah placebo yeah whatever] ...” ( I told ya I wasn'treally listening.)

Then the part I heard:“Known side effects include dizzinesses, drowsiness, visual distortion,and difficulty concentrating. Some patients reported experiencing nausea.”

In other words, you feel drunk? Hey, this treatment really has a chance of working! Especially if the rest of the side effects include, “increased frequency of urination, the sudden acquisition of indisputable knowledge, a sense of indestructibility, enhanced oratory skills and vocal power, and a tendency to put lamp shades on your head,” and if the label includes, “WARNING: Potential sex partners may appear more attractive than they actually are.”

Of course, the drug companies are gonna love this if it gets approved. You know it's gonna cost more than a bottle of Jim Beam for a daily dose, or a year's supply of MD 20/20 for a month's worth of satisfying your new addiction to Drunknomorexzydyl, so don't count on it saving you any money. Instead of the liquor stores, bartenders, and waitresses getting your hard-earned money, it'll go to Pfizer or Merck, or you'll be fattening the coffers of Johnson and Johnson, instead of Bailem and Billem (DWI attorneys.)

Ah, yes. The wonders of pharmaceutical break-throughs. I'll drink to that!

-----------------------[ Please note: Alcoholism is a serious disease, and there's nothing funny about it, nor about any form of drug addiction. If you are close to someone who suffers from such, please understand that my brand of humor and disregard for political correctness are not intended to be at the expense of anyone who may be afflicted, and that I am not totally insensitive to those issues. If this attempt at poking fun at the drug companies, our TV-addicted society, and at myself came across as out of bounds in any way, please accept my sincere apologies. . . . . dave ]

David Dunn

Monday, October 27, 2008

Can You Make Bras Out of Copper?

MUSINGS:

Wake up and smelt the copper!

With the most populous countries finally trying to industrialize beyond
the 19th century, the demand for raw materials is on the rise. If you've been paying attention to the news, you know that this has resulted in quite a crime wave of all kinds of metal, new and used, being stolen and sold for scrap.

I just heard about 11 dorks in Burnet County - well, 10 dorks and onedorkette - that over 6 weeks lifted 9000 pounds of miscellaneous crap (miscellaneous scrap, hear it how you want) valued at $10,000.

Wow! 150 Bucks a week! For breaking and entering, heavy lifting, truck driving,working late hours, and I don't know about these anodized-aluminum-brained bums, but a lot of metal thieves are digging up buried cable, pulling installed wiring (sometimes even live wiring!) and cutting copper pipes with the skill and accuracy of guilded apprentices, and meticulously disassembling things like bleachers and street lamps. And they're watching metal prices with better accuracy than accomplished white collar commodity brokers, to maximize their resale value!

If you're gonna work that damn hard, couldn't you just get a real job?Or maybe steal something a little easier to handle?

Then I read about the Victoria's Secret store in Fairfield, Conn. that lost about $10,000 worth of merchandise in 3 thefts over 17 days. All in bras! Sounds to me like them Yankee crooks might be a bit smarter (though I'm not so sure about the store manager.)

In the latest theft, they were stripped of 50 bras valued at $4000. Earlier this month they reported that someone lifted 100 bras, from the ”pink collection,” also valued at $4000, and another theft of “seven to eight drawers full of reversible bras” valued at over $2000. (I thought all underwear was reversible. Mine is.)

Now, I don't know if those prices are wholesale, retail, or the one-for-two special, but, empty or
filled, that's gotta be a lot lighter than 9000 pounds of scrap (and more fun to handle.) Of course those folks in Fairfield need to find out just who's getting into Victoria's Secret drawers. Sounds like a job for a J. Edgar Hoover wannabe to go undercover to get to the bottom of being left topless, and find out just who's getting into Victoria's Secret drawers.

A lot of states are hurrying to combat the scrap theft epidemic with legislation that puts more “ID and report” responsibility on scrap yards than even pawn shops are subject to. For example, in Arizona, for any transaction of $25 or more, dealers will be required to provide accurate descriptions or photographs of the materials, visually verify the seller identity against a valid picture ID, record the name, address, and driver's license number, AND GET FINGERPRINTS!

Just where to fence your booty when your cup runneth over with brassieres is not exactly a snap decision, so if this epidemic in Fairfield keeps up, they're gonna have to step up mall security in asimilar fashion to curb it at the source.

“Excuse me ma'am, do you have a receipt for that bra you're wearing? No? I'll just be confiscating that, then, and I'll need to dust THESE for prints...”

Authorities are pretty sure the garments were stolen for resale, and not to satisfy a fetish.
In an unrelated article in the Billings Outpost, “Sheep Rustling on the Rise in Montana; Witnesses report suspect fled in truck with Connecticut plates...”

----- David Dunn

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Live Music Podcast

We taped my little acoustic trio at our BB Rover's show, and here it is. Live from the patio. This show is from May, 2008

David's Got Gas (Maybe)

My friend David Dunn, who owns BB Rover's here in Austin where we play sometimes, is a funny, funny man. So with his permission (I would say with his blessing, but I don't think David has the credentials to bless anyone) I'll be occassionally posting his musings. Enjoy.

MUSINGS:

Thanks to military research, NASA, and some corporate bucks thrown at some high-powered university research facilities, sitting in the cockpit of our cars has us surrounded by technology that matches, or perhaps even exceeds, Captain Kirk's gadgetry on the bridge of the Enterprise.
I can't remember which auto maker a few years ago (Lexus? Lincoln? BMW?)recognized how we consumers equate status and just how far ahead of the Joneses we are with our car's technological bells and whistles and digitally enhanced shiny objects, by dropping a bundle on a commercial designed entirely around the car's clock. The commercial was of course narrated by a guy with an English accent, the other automatic indication of uppity-ness.

A car might come with a GPS that can tell you exact longitude, latitude,and altitude with a discrepancy tolerance of +/- 1.5 gnats' asses. According to a recent TV ad, the computer on the new Lexus can parallel park the car for you while you sit and watch. Or if you can't afford something quite that fancy, maybe you have a 24-GHz, dual-beam radar sensor mounted on your rear bumper telling you the exact distance of any object (larger than a gnat) behind you.

On-Star can diagnose your engine, or call 911 if the air bag deploys, or an operator can remotely
unlock your car if you need 'em to. That last one's scary to me! They know who I am, where I am, my car's VIN, and probably my credit rating and social security number, but who and where are THEY? For all I know it could be a UT defensive lineman with an off-season part-time job!

Sorry, but this is a long-winded buildup to: “So WHY THE HELL can't they tell me how much gas is left in the tank?”

I've yet to be in, see, or hear of a vehicle with an accurate fuel gauge. It can't be that hard, guys. It's possible to literally talk to some cars and get them to turn off the burglar alarm and to turn on the sprinkler system before pulling into the driveway, but if it could talk
back, and you were to ask it, “So how much gas is left in the tank, car?” it's answer would be, “oh, somewhere between a quarter and 3/8ths, I guess? Maybe you oughta fill up once more before you get to grandma's house, just in case. Turn left for Chevron at the next intersection,83.4 feet."

Please! I want Gallons! If you want to include an estimate of miles or minutes, that's fine. Why this intelligence-insulting archaic practice of making it look like we're getting great gas mileage for the top“half” of the tank, then sucking it down to just above “E” in half as many miles, so fast you can watch the gauge move, and then hovering around the “E” so that the only way you can find out just how far below“E” empty really is, is a method of trial-and-error, otherwise known as “running out of gas.”

The technology's there. I know it is.

I mean, do you ever hear this? :

Pilot: [crackle -click] UH, Houston, this is Endeavor. Are we cleared for re-entry?

Dispatcher: Cloud cover's pretty low, Endeavor. Lots of visibilityissues. We're gonna have to delay you another day. You OK on fuel?

Pilot: [Tap-tap] Looks like it's down around an eighth, maybe just under.

Dispatcher: Roger that, Endeavor. Maybe we oughta get you down sooner.Let me see how it's looking over at Edwards or White Sands.

Pilot: Naw, we're OK, Houston. I get at least 21, maybe 21 1/2 orbits below the “E.”

Dispatcher: OK, then. But Hey, guys, better check the craft for debris before reentry. The starboard bow cam is giving us a visual on some kind of deformity on the windshield.

Pilot: Yeah, I see it. Looks like some kind of little bug we hit during
liftoff. Wow! You can see that gnat's ass all the way from Houston?[in the background, off-mic]

Copilot: [tapping] I dunno, Scott ... looks like less than a sixteenthto me...