In The Doghouse

I call this "In The Doghouse" because that's where I'll be if I allocate any more time to online projects -- like this one.


May 2, 2003

Content? What's that?

the friday five

1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
This one. And I am so embarassed by it, that I can't even name it in public.

2. Name two songs that always make you cry.
I don't think any particular song has made me cry, ever. Well, not in the sense this is meant. There have been a few bad or overplayed tunes that brought on tears of pain. There is, however, a particular one-two combo that just hits me: The opening two tracks on the B-side (yeah, vinyl) of the second album of Joe Jackson: Live... 1980-1986. The songs are "Be My Number Two" and "Breaking Us In Two", both of which are emotional ballads in their own right. However, here and here only, Joe hits a single piano chord as he transitions from one to the other, and boom!

Edit: (Damn you, Nick, damn you!) I, too, am affected by Harry Chapin. Please take note of "Taxi".

3. Name three songs that turn you on.
The quirky and waifish vocal stylings of Frente!'s Angie Hart, is the audiophile equivalent of pigtails and parochial school uniforms... listen to "Bizarre Love Triangle" for example. At the other extreme, I'm also partial to husky throated torch singers and blue-eyed soul. In particular, anyone who sings "Fever": Peggy Lee; Rita Cooldige; my wife; heck, I'll even include Madonna in this group. And, finally, we come to Tori Amos, insert any title here.

4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.
Is it possible for a song to always make you feel good? A song that you are never, ever "not in the mood for"? I say it is. First and foremost, the bass intro to "Papa Was A Rolling Stone" will kickstart your adrenaline any time, any place. However, if you have to listen to a cover version, please make it from Was (Not Was) and not from the Backstreet Boys. I also dig the west coast sound prominent in the Chantay's "Pipeline". Then, there are things that just reek of happy: sample the moog stylings of "Popcorn" by Hot Butter, and the inescapible kookiness of Henry Mancini's "Baby Elephant Walk".

5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without.
In the interest of time (Damn you, Dayna, damn you!), for this one you get a list instead of an essay. Speaking of time, always one to get my money's worth, I go for the long ones:

  • Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick (the whole 43 minute single-track album, broken only by flipping the vinyl at 22m45s)
  • Crosby, Stills, & Nash - Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (7m24s)
  • Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Karn Evil 9 (29m39s)
  • Yes - Heart of the Sunrise (10m29s)
  • "Weird Al" Yankovic - Albuquerque (11m22s)

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    April 30, 2003

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    February 27, 2003

    Kibo Therapy

    From: kibo@world.std.com (James "Kibo" Parry)
    Newsgroups: alt.religion.kibology
    Subject: Mr. Rogers memories
    Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2003 06:29:14 -0500
    
    
    I wanted to say how much I liked Mr. Rogers (who died this morning), but I
    don't have time to say everything good about him that I want to, so instead
    I'll only say the single bad thing I can say about him, and then you can
    just assume he was perfect in all other ways.
    
    He once endorsed a set of little bath soaps shaped like brightly-colored
    sea life (fishies, sea horses, etc.)  He plugged them on TV and they came
    in a plastic box with form-fitting spaces for each of the ten or so soaps.
    
    On TV, when he took one out of the box, there was another identical one
    behind it.  When my mother bought me a set at the local supermarket,
    guess how many layers there actually were.  That's right, Mr. Rogers
    taught me that Piaget's concept of object permanence was a sham, and if
    you can't see what's behind something, it means there is nothing behind 
    it.
    
    (And that's why I have never bathed again.)
    
    But other than that he was a great guy.  His show taught kids three things.
    (1)  He told kids that they were special and people cared about them.
    (2)  He encouraged kids to play creatively and fantasize.  And most
    importantly, the primary focus of the show was (3) learning about feelings.
    He didn't teach about "manners" or that other charm-school stuff.  He didn't
    teach facts.  He simply presented little psychodramas where puppets would
    act out everyday situations and little prince Tuesday would feel angry
    or sad or guilty and Mr. Rogers would talk about feelings to help kids
    understand why they felt the way they did.  Absolutely nobody else taught
    emotional well-being to kids -- there were lots of other shows that taught
    a mixture of facts and counting and "always say please" and "always share
    everything, all the time" and "always be nice to everyone, even the
    bullies" while Mr. Rogers deal with actual emotional situations in a
    very careful, thoughtful manner.  He respected the kids to an incredible
    degree, talking directly to them, so that they could feel they were
    conversing with him, because he had amazing intuition as to what kids
    wanted to know about and what they needed reassurance about.
    
    I've always liked that he tried hard not to make the production values
    of the show very slick, in order to encourage kids to use their imagination.
    The fantasy characters in The Land Of Make-Believe were just his
    "neighbors" in different costumes, and he would occasionally point that
    out.  He worked crude little hand puppets which didn't look "alive" the
    way the Muppets do, but that wasn't the goal.  And every once in a while,
    instead of acting out the fantasy with the puppets and the full-size
    castle set, he'd set a little version of the same castle (made from an
    oatmeal box) on a card table in his kitchen and talk about what they
    would pretend that day.
    
    (Although, even as a child, it bothered me that there was a traffic light
    in the middle of the "real" part of his living room for no apparent 
    reason.)
    
    Mr. Rogers was one of those people you just couldn't imagine EVER
    getting angry or saying a naughty word, and yet he was clearly a fun
    guy, who knew how to make people smile, who had a wild imagination,
    and who was interested in finding out how tofu or trombones were made.
    And as a kid, you knew that every day he'd come to that special living
    room with the little trolley going through it, he'd talk to you for
    half an hour, and then he'd go back to wherever he went the other
    23.5 hours or his day, but he'd always remind you that he'd come back.
    
    Sure, Captain Kangaroo was (and is) a nice guy.  And sure, the original
    "Sesame Street" had a brilliant wit and style.  But absolutely nobody
    could make kids as happy as Mr. Rogers.  On the other shows people tuned
    in to see the comedy sketches with the wacky puppets.  On Mr. Rogers's
    show, _he_ was the main reason to watch.  Other shows were like school.
    Mr. Rogers's show was about having friends.
    
    And of course almost all other children's TV is worthless toy commercials.
    We need more TV shows that are nice to kids, as opposed to stuff that
    consists of twenty minutes of shooting at terrorists and then thirty
    seconds of platitudes.  ("Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat!  Always share!")
    
    I could go on quite a while about why Mr. Rogers had the greatest
    children's TV show ever, but you get the idea.  And I forgive him
    for there not being anything behind the soap.
    
                                            -- K.
    
                                               BOOMERANG!  TOOMERANG!  ZOOMERANG!
    

    posted by bdhampel on 06:49:14 AM | Comments (0)

    Goodbye Trolley

    "Of course, I get angry. Of course, I get sad. I have a full range of emotions. I also have a whole smorgasbord of ways of dealing with my feelings. That is what we should give children. Give them ... ways to express their rage without hurting themselves or somebody else. That's what the world needs."

    Fred Rogers (March 20, 1928 - February 27, 2003)
    Presbyterian minister and children's television icon.

    posted by bdhampel on 12:00:00 AM | Comments (0)

    February 26, 2003

    perfing middies

    [13:29] cptgen: no, she's probably ensconsced in crafting or perfing middies
    [13:29] BDHampel: oh good god, they've converted you, haven't they?
    [13:29] cptgen: thats my best hack at the DAoC lingo :-P
    [13:30] cptgen: I have no idea what I just said

    posted by bdhampel on 01:49:12 PM | Comments (0)

    December 10, 2002

    FYI

    I recently deleted my buddy lists which were overwhelmingly filled with majestic devs, and bots, and players. Rather than sort through it all, I just wiped it and went with a clean slate.

    As such, I can't tell who (of those I still talk to) is online. If you want to chat, you have to ping me first.

    Selfish, I know. But totally less distracting, too.

    posted by bdhampel on 10:19:04 AM | Comments (1)

    November 20, 2002

    old skool

    posted by bdhampel on 08:41:08 AM | Comments (0)
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