understand that i write this with a bit of fire in my belly. i'm pretty enraged at the idiocy of some people in our society. i'll try my best to make this coherent and pointed.
a wise man once wrote about how americans foolishly choose their idols and give non-stop airtime to people who are famous for being famous. while i agree that the paris hiltons of the world should be put in their proper places, it's not just hollywood celebrities getting disproportionate airtime. it's the politicos too--particularly of the talking head variety.
i'm pretty liberal, and tend to disagree with just about everything that comes from the right, with the exception of ron paul, who may very well be the last sane politician in our country. i laugh at the sheep who willingly allow chris matthews, rush limbaugh, bill o'reilly and other so-called pundits to direct their ideologies (an aside: let's get something straight, it's one thing to agree with a talking head and his position simply because he's better able to articulate what you feel. it's something completely different to be devoid of any original thought or common sense and to depend on these overpaid blowhards to do the heavy lifting for you.) .
but as much as i dislike their views and often the terms they use to express them, i understand that it's a bunch of spin and propaganda to help an administration and an ideology in which they firmly believe. and of course, for good ratings.
then there's anne coulter. or manne coulter, if you prefer.
i concluded shortly after hearing her latest attacks on john edwards, whom she wished had been killed by an assassin's bullet, (and for whom i will not be voting for in the colorado primary. full disclosure) that manne is simply the most despicable public figure of our time.
while the other talkies (liberals like franken, et al included) attack the opposing party on issues and personal beliefs, mr. coulter attacks liberals simply to attack them. she attacks them individually in books, on radio, on tv and in magazine articles. she attacks their family life, their looks, their accents and wishes them ill in their personal lives, not in their professions.
her attacks are viscious, classless and rooted in nothing more than hate. they're often times so outlandish that there is no other plausible explanation for them other than that she likes to hear herself talk and hopes to sell a few more books. her views are so far right that even the most conservative republicans look downright liberal in comparison. and she does absolutely nothing to advance the conservative agenda. many in the grand old party are trying to distance themselves from her (since any link could sink any hopes at a successful run for office), the media, however, seem not to mind one bit.
how does a hate-mongering, truthless, self-serving sociopath get so much airtime? paris hilton. anne is the skinnier (even than paris), uglier, politically charged, more intellectual and vocal version of paris. she's slandered and libeled her way to prominence, despite no evidence of any discernable talent. yet the chris matthews, larry kings, and (this really pains me to say this) even the bill mahers of the world give her a pulpit, a platform to spew her hate anytime and anywhere she wants.
i've met countless conservatives/republicans in my life (many of whom are my friends) that are able to hold intelligent, meaningful conversations and express their personal political beliefs with grace and dignity. this type of discourse should be applauded and should have its place in the halls of congress, the floor of the city council, and in circles of friends discussing the issues of the day. manne coulter's hate-filled, slanderous brand of propaganda has only one place--the fiery pits of hell. i'll save him a seat.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
My Wish
every once in a while, the world of sports takes a step back to, as the cliche goes, "put everything in perspective." sadly, this shuffling of priorities comes almost exclusively after the death of one of their own. certainly there were a few deaths this week, notable only to those who closely follow sports (or sports entertainment if you're a chris benoit fan), but the greater proverbial step back this week was taken by the worldwide leader in sports, espn, as it resurrected its "my wish" series this week.
for the uninitiated, "my wish" is a weeklong segment during which entertainment and sports programming network teams up with the make a wish foundation to deliver sports-related wishes to kids who have endured excruciating, heartbreaking, and life-altering battles with illness and adversity.
wish recipient number one was a kid, noa, from hawai'i that survived a liver transplant, a staph infection and gangrene....when he was 3 months old. since he can't play contact sports like football, he adopted basketball as his favorite sport and dwayne wade as his favorite player. true to the theme of the segment, ESPN delivered a full weekend with dwayne wade (complete with h.o.r.s.e. and 1-on-1 competitions) to noa to complete his dream.
ordinarily, i'm apathetic to contrived altruism (that's a bit oxymoronic, no?), such as much of the publicity stunts, er, philanthropy our celebrities do. but as a sports fan, i'm unable to resist the heartwarming stories the "my wish" program brings, since--for once in my life--i can actually relate to these kids on a fundamental level on account of our shared passion for sports and my own desire to live out some childhood dreams.
7 fulfilled wishes out of millions isn't a great percentage, but i commend ESPN for making the effort and giving a platform and a microphone to so many causes. it's great to see young people that have gone through so much get rewarded for their perseverance and determination in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. i just hope that no one i know will have the chance to be part of the program. that's my wish.
for the uninitiated, "my wish" is a weeklong segment during which entertainment and sports programming network teams up with the make a wish foundation to deliver sports-related wishes to kids who have endured excruciating, heartbreaking, and life-altering battles with illness and adversity.
wish recipient number one was a kid, noa, from hawai'i that survived a liver transplant, a staph infection and gangrene....when he was 3 months old. since he can't play contact sports like football, he adopted basketball as his favorite sport and dwayne wade as his favorite player. true to the theme of the segment, ESPN delivered a full weekend with dwayne wade (complete with h.o.r.s.e. and 1-on-1 competitions) to noa to complete his dream.
ordinarily, i'm apathetic to contrived altruism (that's a bit oxymoronic, no?), such as much of the publicity stunts, er, philanthropy our celebrities do. but as a sports fan, i'm unable to resist the heartwarming stories the "my wish" program brings, since--for once in my life--i can actually relate to these kids on a fundamental level on account of our shared passion for sports and my own desire to live out some childhood dreams.
7 fulfilled wishes out of millions isn't a great percentage, but i commend ESPN for making the effort and giving a platform and a microphone to so many causes. it's great to see young people that have gone through so much get rewarded for their perseverance and determination in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. i just hope that no one i know will have the chance to be part of the program. that's my wish.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Hail, Hail
i'm back from hiatus. i've recharged my mental battery, so to speak, by working an ungodly amount of hours (doing other people's jobs no less) and spending inordinate amounts of time in the gym. oh yeah, i also started reading newspapers again.
i love my adopted hometown. 5280 has a bit of everything: outdoor activities, some culture, TONS of sun (yeah, california...even more than you) and a few decent restaurants and bars. but for a town full of transplants that so desperately wants to fit in with LA, chicago and new york--i'll never quite understand exactly why--it seems that none of the common sense from those metropoli ever seemed to rub off on denver.
i had my suspicions and i'd heard the rumors, but i recently found out that it's actually illegal to hail a cab in denver. yeah, you read that right. read it again. "illegal to hail a cab in denver." now the council is--try not to laugh--considering repealing the ordinance and replacing it with one that would allow people to hail a cab anytime day or night...with the caveat that the passenger must be fully loaded and ready to roll in 90 seconds.
with the ever-too-low legal BAC of .08, DUI arrests have skyrocketed in our state and city (no word on if this increase is proportional to the influx of californians and texans), and with limited options to avoid a likely DUI scenario, it's easy to see why. the city has slowly--and i mean slowly--"improved" its public transit, while simultaneously stepping up its DUI checkpoints and giving cops and patrol more loopholes for probable cause than ever before. so, more arrests, fewer transportation options. yeah, that seems logical.
somehow, in the excitement and chaos of what all state and city lawmakers have deemed an epidemic, the idea that providing easy access to taxi transportation as a reduction method has been completely lost. remember, mr. mayor, the most logical answer is often the correct one.
it's no wonder the colorado natives so resent transplants. natives clamor for new and stylish ways to mimic the more glamorous and notable hotspots. they see something on tv highlighting LA nightlife, nyc clubs, and chicago brewpubs and just assume that slapping a sign on a refurbished warehouse will draw the masses. they're partly right. those of us from more sophisticated areas of the country are just trying to apply some logic as the vehicle to help get them home safely. seems they're finally starting to get it.
i love my adopted hometown. 5280 has a bit of everything: outdoor activities, some culture, TONS of sun (yeah, california...even more than you) and a few decent restaurants and bars. but for a town full of transplants that so desperately wants to fit in with LA, chicago and new york--i'll never quite understand exactly why--it seems that none of the common sense from those metropoli ever seemed to rub off on denver.
i had my suspicions and i'd heard the rumors, but i recently found out that it's actually illegal to hail a cab in denver. yeah, you read that right. read it again. "illegal to hail a cab in denver." now the council is--try not to laugh--considering repealing the ordinance and replacing it with one that would allow people to hail a cab anytime day or night...with the caveat that the passenger must be fully loaded and ready to roll in 90 seconds.
with the ever-too-low legal BAC of .08, DUI arrests have skyrocketed in our state and city (no word on if this increase is proportional to the influx of californians and texans), and with limited options to avoid a likely DUI scenario, it's easy to see why. the city has slowly--and i mean slowly--"improved" its public transit, while simultaneously stepping up its DUI checkpoints and giving cops and patrol more loopholes for probable cause than ever before. so, more arrests, fewer transportation options. yeah, that seems logical.
somehow, in the excitement and chaos of what all state and city lawmakers have deemed an epidemic, the idea that providing easy access to taxi transportation as a reduction method has been completely lost. remember, mr. mayor, the most logical answer is often the correct one.
it's no wonder the colorado natives so resent transplants. natives clamor for new and stylish ways to mimic the more glamorous and notable hotspots. they see something on tv highlighting LA nightlife, nyc clubs, and chicago brewpubs and just assume that slapping a sign on a refurbished warehouse will draw the masses. they're partly right. those of us from more sophisticated areas of the country are just trying to apply some logic as the vehicle to help get them home safely. seems they're finally starting to get it.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Descriptile Dysfunction
you may have noticed the stark absence of any posts from me lately. or maybe you didn't. either way, i haven't written anything in a while because, well, i just haven't had much to say--writer's block, if you will (how ironic that i'm writing about having writer's block. eesn't dat vierd?)
i'll say that between finally solving my air conditioning conondrum, getting my increasingly fat ass back to the gym, and working more hours than i really care to, i haven't had much of an opportunity to have anything funny or interesting happen to me.
so, don't fret, friends of mine in the blogosphere. i'm in good health, good spirits, and a nicely cooled apartment. sooner or later something fun or interesting is bound to happen somewhere in the world. and as usual, when stories break, i fix them. i'll be back.
i'll say that between finally solving my air conditioning conondrum, getting my increasingly fat ass back to the gym, and working more hours than i really care to, i haven't had much of an opportunity to have anything funny or interesting happen to me.
so, don't fret, friends of mine in the blogosphere. i'm in good health, good spirits, and a nicely cooled apartment. sooner or later something fun or interesting is bound to happen somewhere in the world. and as usual, when stories break, i fix them. i'll be back.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
The Cold Shoulder
summer is rapidly approaching and my A/C is in need of a re-charge (seems like there's always something wrong with this damn thing). friendly landlord lady called her "girl" to have her call me and set up a service time. it's been a frustrating ordeal, so let's peek in after the douchebag serviceman no call/no showed on me....twice!
fll: did you get everything taken care of?
me: no. idiot no called/no showed on me twice.
fll: oh my god! are you kidding?
me: nope, but i took care of it. it'll happen, and we may even get it discounted
***flashback to monday morning*** (how do you do dream sequence waves?)
general manager: good morning, this is amy. how can i help you?
me: hi. i was supposed to have an A/C service call on wednesday, but your guy didn't show up. he called me on thursday to tell me he was too busy and forgot to call and say he'd not be coming.
GM: are you serious?
me: do i sound like i'm joking? not only did he pull this on wednesday, when i rearranged my meeting schedule to accomodate him, but he did it on saturday as well, when i rearranged my social schedule. obviously, i'm incredibly unhappy with this. not so much because it's hot and i need the a/c, but moreso because it's just a lack of courtesy and really, really bad customer service.
GM: do you remember who was supposed to come out?
me: yep. tim. both times. does tim know how to use a phone?
GM: i'm beginning to wonder. well, i'm very sorry about this and we'll get out there as soon as possible.
me: what does that mean? because if it doesn't mean today or tomorrow, then evidently, you don't want the work. i'm sure it'll be easy to find someone who does.
GM: we can squeeze you in between 3 and 5 on tuesday.
me: squeeze me in? are you serious? and between 3 and 5? are you the cable company or something? i get off work at 4pm. i'll expect him there between 4:30 and 5.
GM: okay. that's fair. and i'll personally call you when he leaves here.
me: great. click.
****flash forward to today, the day of the appointment****
rush home from work, still without a phone call. phone rings at 4:50pm. it's good ole tim, telling me he's leaving now...from arvada (for those of you not familiar with 5280 geography, arvada is a 25 minute drive....without rush hour traffic).
at present time, 6:15pm on tuesday, still no tim. it's gonna be a hot summer.
fll: did you get everything taken care of?
me: no. idiot no called/no showed on me twice.
fll: oh my god! are you kidding?
me: nope, but i took care of it. it'll happen, and we may even get it discounted
***flashback to monday morning*** (how do you do dream sequence waves?)
general manager: good morning, this is amy. how can i help you?
me: hi. i was supposed to have an A/C service call on wednesday, but your guy didn't show up. he called me on thursday to tell me he was too busy and forgot to call and say he'd not be coming.
GM: are you serious?
me: do i sound like i'm joking? not only did he pull this on wednesday, when i rearranged my meeting schedule to accomodate him, but he did it on saturday as well, when i rearranged my social schedule. obviously, i'm incredibly unhappy with this. not so much because it's hot and i need the a/c, but moreso because it's just a lack of courtesy and really, really bad customer service.
GM: do you remember who was supposed to come out?
me: yep. tim. both times. does tim know how to use a phone?
GM: i'm beginning to wonder. well, i'm very sorry about this and we'll get out there as soon as possible.
me: what does that mean? because if it doesn't mean today or tomorrow, then evidently, you don't want the work. i'm sure it'll be easy to find someone who does.
GM: we can squeeze you in between 3 and 5 on tuesday.
me: squeeze me in? are you serious? and between 3 and 5? are you the cable company or something? i get off work at 4pm. i'll expect him there between 4:30 and 5.
GM: okay. that's fair. and i'll personally call you when he leaves here.
me: great. click.
****flash forward to today, the day of the appointment****
rush home from work, still without a phone call. phone rings at 4:50pm. it's good ole tim, telling me he's leaving now...from arvada (for those of you not familiar with 5280 geography, arvada is a 25 minute drive....without rush hour traffic).
at present time, 6:15pm on tuesday, still no tim. it's gonna be a hot summer.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Whew!
been a busy weekend...and it's not even over! last night, my old boss finally got to show some of his art. for you photography buffs out there, his stuff is pretty interesting. he specializes in giclee, which if you're unfamiliar, is the practice of creating prints from a digital source. he takes various photographs of unrelated subjects and mixes, matches, splits and splices them and prints them on archive-quality canvas, which he stretches himself. cool stuff. and the gallery opening was pretty tight too. yeah, i'm now bourgeois.
ordinarily, 5am on a saturday is one of the last hours of the day i'd imagine seeing. this morning, however, it greeted me like an old friend. up at 5 to be downtown at 6....to help set up the 10th annual denver heartwalk. the weather was perrrrrfect for the 9,500 participants. sacrifice sleep to save lives? you betcha. now i'm bourgeois and philanthropic.
tomorrow, i will once again greet my friend 5am as i prepare for my 3rd installment of the elephant rock ride. i'm stretching it a bit this year, participating in the 50 mile version, though i'm clearly not ready for it. let's say i'm easily persuaded sometimes. so, once that grueling ride through the black forest is complete, it's off to record the first of what i hope to be many, many voice over samples. this shows i'm ambitious.
bourgeois, philanthropic and ambitious. maybe that should be the new subhead of the RAOG blog.
ordinarily, 5am on a saturday is one of the last hours of the day i'd imagine seeing. this morning, however, it greeted me like an old friend. up at 5 to be downtown at 6....to help set up the 10th annual denver heartwalk. the weather was perrrrrfect for the 9,500 participants. sacrifice sleep to save lives? you betcha. now i'm bourgeois and philanthropic.
tomorrow, i will once again greet my friend 5am as i prepare for my 3rd installment of the elephant rock ride. i'm stretching it a bit this year, participating in the 50 mile version, though i'm clearly not ready for it. let's say i'm easily persuaded sometimes. so, once that grueling ride through the black forest is complete, it's off to record the first of what i hope to be many, many voice over samples. this shows i'm ambitious.
bourgeois, philanthropic and ambitious. maybe that should be the new subhead of the RAOG blog.
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