Thursday, January 16, 2014

Lost Butts



This happens more often than it absolutely should.  You’re driving…stop-start driving, on a highway with lots of traffic lights, and there’s people you recognize as you agonizingly creeping down the highway.  The man/woman next to you has the window open, and you notice that they’re smoking.  Truth be told, you knew someone was smoking, because if your car is like mine, and you don’t have the setting on your AC/Heat set to recycle the air in the cabin, then you’ve been smelling cigarette smoke for about 3 lights now.

So, there’s this dude/dudette, and they’re smoking, and just as they finish their last draw, they then flick that butt onto the street.

Can you help me answer this question: where the hell do they think that butt goes?  I’d like to believe that it’s not just wanton apathy towards littering.  Because 9 times out of 10, that’s what it is.  Instead, I’d prefer that their  limited intellect suggests to them that if they populate highways/streetscapes/mall parking lots with cigarette butts, that they’re doing some kind of benevolent service to the community.  For instance, one of the following perhaps:

Cigarette smokers firmly believe that they are actively padding freeways and streets to reduce damage caused by severe collisions on those roads.  The amount of paper and tobacco residue is sufficient enough to “soften the blow” of the crash enough to save lives.  Thank god they’re throwing their butt out the window because, if they didn’t, there would be far more deaths and injury due to auto collisions.

Cigarette smokers are fairly ignorant of how a cigarette is made.  Yes, it’s delicious at 8am after a good night’s sleep.  Takes the edge off of…well…sleep, which is just nerve wracking.  No, smokers firmly believe that there are seed properties in the butt of the cigarette, and that by tossing them out the window, they are somehow attempting to re-plant new cigarette trees for everybody to enjoy!  What a service they are providing.  It’s the damn government’s street-sweepers that are the problem, keeping those seeds from germinating and reducing cigarette spending by killing the “crop” before it’s manifested!

Cigarette smokers live by their own rules.  You know those kids from high school…the rebels: the ones who smoked.  God we wanted to be like them.  And their reward for being such trend-setters in life is the ability to litter wherever they’d like.  Hell, it’s their right.  They’ve earned it.  I mean, without them, 1980’s black leather jackets with long tassels would have been considered tacky instead of righteous!  Where would rock and roll be without the cigarette?  Music?  Late nights in the art studio?  These people, these blessed cigarette smokers, have built our culture from the ground up, so cut them a little slack if they feel like rolling down the window and throwing a potentially live flame into the street.  Let me ask you this: what have you done to repay them?  Exactly.

That all said, I find it really crappy that people just don’t think about what they’re going to do with that butt when they’re done.  It would be great if we could call them out on it as it happens.  Help me?  We don’t really need to stand for it anymore because it’s flat out wrong and stupid.  Please help me help them think for once.   Not sure we’ll have an impact because they are obviously of limited intelligence, but we can try.  All hands in: go team!

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Solid Walls of Sound



Bzzzz bzzzz.  Right, so, the next couple of paragraphs are going to be tech-laden and boring.  I promise!  Those who don’t have at least a higher degree in electrical engineering or related experience will want to tune out.  Granted, I don’t have those qualifications, but I pretend to be “in the know” with certain technological advancements.  That said, here goes boredom.

I was gifted a small portable headphone amplifier.  It’s awesome.  It’s like someone is pouring sweet ambrosia into my ears (with certain recordings) and I don’t know how I listened to music without it.  An explanation: 

When you buy a home stereo or home theater system, routinely, to get better sound, you don’t just plug speakers into the TV.  Right?  You invest in a home amplifier and surround sound system…some in 5.1 (5 speakers and a sub-woofer) or 7.1 (7 and a sub)…and you let your movie quality recordings either on DVD or Blu-Ray, fill the room, where the split channels create an atmosphere of sound.  Wonderful.  So, why wouldn’t you give the same gift to your ears through your portable (read iPhone, iPod or any portable music device) MP3 player?

Firstly, a caveat: most poorly recorded MP3s (128 bits per second, the iTunes default) won’t benefit from an amplifier as it will just make them louder.  But, my friends, while the amp can be used for that (loudness), it’s true purpose is to take the responsibility of powering your headphones away from using the juice in your MP3 player.  What’s this do for you?  It allows you to hear greater detail at lower volumes.  A fuller more complete sound.  Starting (albeit barely) at recordings made at 192bps (which is a setting you can make in iTunes) and going through Apple’s own lossless audio codec (ALAC) you can achieve a sound through the amp rivaled only by being in front of the musician him/herself.    

(Side-bar: all MP3s have significantly reduced audio quality as compared with CDs in order to make them portable and smaller files.  Lossless formats (WAV, FLAC, ALAC) are far larger files, but deliver every note in the highest quality.  The more bits per second (bps) the better the recording (i.e. more information; higher file size) and the better the sound.)

You’ll need a good set of either in-ear or over the ear headphones which aren’t cheap.  Starting in the $150-$200 range, you can drop a lot on a good set of headphones.  But, with this perfect combination: high impedance headphones, high-quality, lossless recording, and a small headphone amp, you too can sit blissfully unaware of the happenings around you while taking in the sweet, sweet sounds of a performance just as the musician intended. 

FYI – my rig: either Incase Sonic over-the-ear headphones or Etymotic ER6i earphones, FiiO E7 headphone amplifier, and the iPhone 5s 64Gb.  You can also get an iPhone-specific Digital Analog Converter/Amp combo for nearly $500, but even I have limits on what I can (read: am allowed to) spend on an absolute self-gratifying luxury.

So, if you call me at night after 9:30, and you don’t reach me, chances are that I’m lost in a swirling world of notes and pauses, whisked away to a better place where guitarists are gods and the high-hat king, where volume is truly 3-dimensional, letting music touch me in places I never thought to be touched, which is maybe too much information…until you’ve tried it yourself.  Enjoy!

Friday, January 3, 2014

Divine Phishing

Happy New Year's all.  It's a couple of days late, but I'm glad to say that my family and I have made it through another hectic holiday and birthday season.  Birthday?  Yeah, in addition to the normal nuttiness between Thanksgiving and New Years, our family has no less than 7 birthdays that drop in the same time period, including mine.

But enough about that.  How was your New Year's?  Ours was awesome.  By some random stroke of luck, the lady-friend and I were able to secure tickets to Phish's NYE show at Madison Square Garden.  Wait a minute.  You're the dude who was hypercritical about Christmas excess, and now you're going to shit on New Year's Eve too?  Not exactly.  I'm here to apologize. 

I kind of get it. 

Phish made me get it. 

Huh?

I would like to make a generalization: most of us want to be part of something bigger.  It's what draws us to things like sports teams, musical groups, and, yes, religions and religious observances.  Since 2003, when Sara coaxed me to get to my first Phish show I've been a devoted fan.  Now, after 20-something shows, I consider myself able to "surrender to the flow" and be on the inside of something fantastically exciting and enjoyable.  Born again parallels drawn here.  Hypocrites to the left, devotees to the right.  We're all the same.

New Years shows are unlike any others during the year.  Typically before the 3rd set, and just before midnight, the band gets goofy and performs an intricate and well planned stunt based on one of their hundreds of songs they typically play.  Yeah, hundreds (http://www.ihoz.com/firstlast.html), which justifies seeing them as many times as you/we do.  You never know what's going to play next. 

But, I digress.  The thing is that I'm far from the most devoted, and even those young'ins who have seen less still get it.  It's not different than Springsteen fans, or Dead Heads.  The whole crowd gets it.  So, when, at the second set, they launch into a sequence of songs not heard since 1994, the place went nuts.  We all knew we were able to experience something special.  The energy was palpable.  And, for a minute, you couldn't hear the band over the roar of the audience.  No animosity.  No anger or angst.  Just pure joy.  Christmas morning as a 4 year old joy. 

And that's what I wish you.  Pure joy this new year.  Be part of something bigger than yourself and just enjoy whatever that is.  Take that moment, smile, and recognize how good that second in time is, and build on it this whole year with new awesome experiences.

Have a happy and healthy.

"The target that I shoot for seems to move with every breath.
I tighten all my arteries and make one last request.
Divine Creation hears me, and he squashes me with fear.
I think that this exact thing happened to me just last year.
You're silent in the morning,
You found your voice that brings me to my knees."

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/josh-fleet/listening-to-learn-the-me_b_4535740.html


Monday, December 23, 2013

A Happy Happy

I can't tell, but I think there are about 4 or 5 regular readers of my blog.  But, for those reading this, I want to wish you a Happy Christmas.  If you don't celebrate Christmas, have the best Wednesday you can possibly have.  Whichever way your pleasure tends, enjoy or not, and we'll catch you next week.  Time to start new and fresh, and to roll away the dew.

I'll tell you where the four winds dwell
In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell
It can ring, turn night to day
It can ring like fire when you lose your way.
God save the child that rings that bell
It may have one good ring, baby, you can't tell
One watch by night, one watch by day
If you get confused listen to the music play.
Some come to laugh their past away,
Some come to make it just one more day.
Whichever way your pleasure tends
If you plant ice you're gonna harvest the wind.
In Franklin's tower the four winds sleep
Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep
Wildflower seed on the sand and wind
May the four winds blow you home again.
You've got to roll away the dew.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Guests that don't leave

Normally I am not a violent man.  But, I've been on a murderous killing spree for the last week, and I don't intend on stopping until the job is done.  No, not video game death...actual death.  But, I digress. Some background:

My office has one wall that contains 5-foot windows which allow an inordinate amount of sun in our office for most of the day.  It's largely indirect sunlight, but it does keep the office I share with a co-worker, well lit.  When a friend left his position here for greener pastures, he donated one of his geranium's to my plant collection.  I already had a snake plant (mother-in-law's tongue) and a sad, root-bound rubber tree plant.  The geranium immediately started flowering as if to say "thank you."  It was about the same time that the snake plant bloomed!  I had never seen one go to flower so this was a pretty encouraging event that I was doing something "right."


Not wanting to neglect the rubber tree, I made plans to trim and re-pot it so that it too could be as happy as the others.  I brought in a half used bag of potting soil from home, and did the transfer here in my office.  It grew new roots and I thought that everything was hunky dory.  That is, until THEY came.

According to Wikipedia:

Fungus gnats are small, dark, short-lived flies, of the families Sciaridae, Diadocidiidae, Ditomyiidae, Keroplatidae, Bolitophilidae, and Mycetophilidae (order Diptera); they are sometimes placed in the superfamily Mycetophiloidea.
The larvae of fungus gnats feed on plant roots and fungi, which aids in the decomposition of organic matter. The adults are 2–5 mm long and are important pollinators that can help spread mushroom spores as well as plant pollen.

Great...but what are they doing in my rubber tree plant???  The answer is, most obviously, eating.  Eating something. 

Well, for a while I was just swatting the ones that got too close to my monitor.  When it started to seem like an exercise in futility, I decided to dry-starve the plant in hopes that the fungus/mold they were eating would be done.  I haven't watered the plant in about 3 weeks and still they come.

It was time to take action. 

In wanting to be sensitive to our respiratory systems, I didn't really want to use a spray pesticide.  I've used them in the past, but the concentration typically does damage to the leaves and plant in general.  So, I went with gnat traps.  And, woh, they've been very successful, but apparently I had a far larger infestation problem than I had originally thought.



With that kind of volume, I know that this will be less of a battle and more of a war.  There will be casualties on both sides, but I fully intend on winning!  Also, while I've separated this plant from the others (not that the gnats can't fly to my other plants, duh), I'm not afraid to go the thermonuclear option and pull the trigger on the entire operation.  Yes...I'll trash the rubber tree if, after I've run through the sticky traps, I can't get rid of these things.  I've had the plant for over 10 years, and while it will be sad and hard to say goodbye, the option must remain on the table!  We're on day 4 and it's not looking promising, but I assure you... I...WILL...NOT...FAIL!

Anyway, let me know if you have any better solutions...but I warn you...time is running out, especially for ideas...but especially for them!



Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Sorry dudes, he's human too.

Glenn Beck (and his right-wing Republican following) jumped all over the President for taking a picture with Denmark's Prime Minister Helle Thorning Schmidt and British Prime Minister David Cameron.  It was an unfortunate moment in time as some photog got an image of them appearing to pose for a self-portrait.  We don't know at what point in the ceremony this was.  We don't know how many other world leaders were having discussions away from the main presentation.  All we know is that the right-winger's in this country took this as a sign of the apocalypse.  And, their sheep following jumped right on board the band-wagon.  Below is someone who I know from high school and like-minded individuals commenting on Glenn Beck's take (photo caption leads the discussion).  I had enough.



The height of arrogance? President Obama caught snapping selfies at Nelson Mandela service
glennbeck.com
“No, he’s not that stupid. He’s not that stupid. He is that arrogant."

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Conservative Nutcase #1 It's Awful! 

Conservative Nutcase #2 Who expects anything better from this jack-A! 

Conservative Nutcase #3 Michelle looked pissed. Barack thought he was back in college spitting game at a white woman 

Conservative Nutcase #4 Obamanation. What a baffoon!  

Conservative Nutcase Ground Zero (original poster) I can't wait to see them try to explain this one away! 

Conservative Nutcase #1 The media loves him so i'm sure it will just pass away quietly...

Conservative Nutcase Ground Zero (original poster) Unfortunately, all too true. Somehow it will be blamed on some vast, right-wing conspiracy. Lol.  

Herbert Scott August Sucks that he's human, right? Did you see the part where he respectfully shook Raul Castro's hand too? The nerve! That's where this country is headed! Instead he should have laid a right hook on him. That's the 'merican way! Socialism! We're all doomed! Buy guns! Vote for people who use scientific technology every day to check the weather but then dismiss the science saying global warming is real! Healthcare for everyone is horrible! People should continue to charge millions to hospitals because they don't have policies instead of being forced to pay a portion of their own healthcare! Even immigrants! I'll never support THOSE people...unless I like eating in restaurants or need work done on my house, or get my mani-pedi every week! They all have to go! Can you believe these people??? Humans...can't live with them, can't kill them legally. Where's Bush when you need him? Painting? That's noble. Making the world a better place one dog painting at a time!




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I hates me an extremist...but I hates me a hypocrite extremist even more.  I know I've given the legion of doom on this post fodder to further discredit me, the President, and free-thinking, science abiding, left-leaning (read: persons for the greater good) and anyone else who doesn't agree with the Republican line...but I couldn't help myself.  Not likely to stay FaceBook "friends" much longer, but thought I would share.


Thursday, December 5, 2013

The Holiday Blues (and whites)



I need to be up front and clarify, I don’t hate Christmas.  I have nothing against it as a religious holiday…or even as an excuse to give gifts…which, I believe, are mutually exclusive events, but I digress.  What I do have a problem with is the commercialization of the event, because, ultimately, that’s what infiltrates our lives most. 

Don’t get me wrong, my family, while wildly Jewish (Reform Jews…i.e. Bacon and Cheeseburger Jews), always have had holiday get-togethers.  We're Easter and Christmas Jews.  We exchange gifts…go out to eat on Christmas Eve, and have a massive Christmas brunch, complete with presents and Grandma’s get-rich-quick holiday themed scratch-offs.  Oh yeah, movies and Chinese food on Christmas day too.  We’ve taken trips into NYC specifically to sit on Santa’s lap and see The Tree (capitalized because there is only one) at Rockefeller Center.  I like the City all decorated and it’s nice to see people yearning to see some of the decorative spectacle which is Christmas in New York.

However, not being Christian, this time of year poses many challenges.  I don’t mind holiday music as long as it’s tastefully done and doesn’t represent a grandiose oversimplification of the intended spiritual message.  I do HATE hokey re-hashes of Christmas Classics for TV holiday specials.  I don’t want to hear the flash-in-the-pan croak “White Christmas” when I can turn on a radio or CD (or music stream) and hear Bing Crosby or Nat King Cole do it right.  There are exceptions: She and Him’s Christmas album is refreshingly reserved and not over the top at all.  Also, the YouTube hit of Zoey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt singing “What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?” is adorable and, again restrained and tasteful.  But, all in all, there are songs not related to the “season” that some of us who don’t celebrate the religious holiday would like to hear instead of 5 crappy techno renditions of “Little Drummer Boy” as we do our grocery shopping or visit the pharmacy.

Also, I understand capitalism.  I get that the “holidays” drive commerce…but isn’t that a problem?  Every commercial is screaming with red and green reminders of sales and must-have products for the whole family.  I believe Charles Schultz had it 100% correct.  And, in the span of a half-an-hour, he was able to combine some of the spiritual and biblical messages of which Christmas is supposed to be about and show how, when a community embraces the sharing and caring messages of Jesus and his proclaimed teachings, that this world can be a beautiful place, regardless of social class, economic output, and need for material possessions. 

The challenge, then, is for me to tune out the crap (or what I deem crap; you may like it, and that’s on you) and encourage the spirit of gratefulness of what you have, and joy of giving that this time of year peripherally endorses through the sales of $300 55-inch TVs at WalMart.  If only there was a holiday where the focus was on family, and love and giving, and thankfulness without all of the commercial bric-a-brac.  If only there was another day where we could celebrate togetherness that was proximate to the Holiday season without the pressures of gift giving or being force-fed guilt through a vast media frenzy encouraging gluttonous consumption of trinkets and bling.  Then, and only then, we could focus on the truly important messages of life, spirituality and family.  That is, until WalMart opens at 8pm.