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Forgive me avid Twilight fans for what I'm about to say: the movie sucks! Now, this review is based solely on the movie. Due to its craze and cult following, it heightened my curiosity to check it out. But I guess curiosity did kill me. Marred with a dragging storyline, cheesy dialogues and bad acting, Twilight can be summarized as "hype without substance." It highly reminds me of the crappy teen horror flick of last year The Covenant. In fact, Twilight can be metaphorically compared to Dawson's Creek with fangs. Or more so, Beverly Hills 90210 the vampire version. All of which appeals to the young estrogen driven love struck female fans. Aside from the mediocre elements of the film, my Twilight movie watching has been totally, absolutely, and unexpectedly become one of the shameful sagas of my life. Being trapped in a cinema full of screaming prepubertal and adolescent girls has totally forsaken my testicular fortitude. It is like a straight guy getting lost finding himself inevitably in a gay bar. Getting a below average review rating from movie critics all over the internet, Twilight is one of those movies whose box office success can be attributed merely to the fuss it generated, much like the Harry Potter movies. The Twilight sequel comes out next year. I already made my new year's resolution. That I may not fall victim ever again to an overhyped, superficially juvenile, teenybopper and non-substantial vampire movie whose sole purpose is to make teenage girls hallucinate.
What is it about the Democrats with their Manifest Destiny? No Experience - No Problem. Learn It , Live It, Love It. It didn't stop Obama so let's trot along Sweet Caroline. Yes the song was written about her. The title of this blog entry was lifted from the same song. Man, what is it about the Kennedys with Marilyn Monroe, Neil Diamond, Daryll Hannah? The fact very few question Caroline Kennedy proves that Filipinos do not have a monopoly on the concepts of nepotism and pakisama.
Caroline Kennedy's Moment—A Sad Reflection of Our Times
The probable appointment of Caroline Kennedy, the 51-year-old daughter of former President John Kennedy, to fill Secretary-of-State nominee Hillary Clinton's New York Senate seat is both laughable and yet a parable for our bankrupt times.
Consider aristocratic entitlement. Ms. Kennedy apparently spends a great deal of her time divided between her Park Avenue Upper-East-Side Manhattan townhouse and her hereditary estate on Martha's Vineyard. She has had no real experience with the ordinary lives of New Yorkers, either a few dozen blocks away in Harlem (despite a sudden ad hoc lunch last week with the Rev. Sharpton at a soul food diner) or the state's rural towns to the north.
Ms. Kennedy is about as undiverse as one could imagine. She was educated at exclusively private schools among those of her like race and class. Her financial security is due to either inheritance or marriage; there is no evidence of a self-employed stellar legal or business career. But there is plenty of evidence that Ms. Kennedy reflects the current Democratic Party's obsession with celebrity and Hollywood-like imagery—as we see from the recent politicking of everyone from Oprah to Sean Penn, the Senate run of comedian Al Franken, and the messianic cult that surrounds Barack Obama, from his vero possumus Latin seal to his mass rallies with Greek temple backdrops.
Press reports suggest that the current political junkie Ms. Kennedy was an erratic voter in the past. In any case, her positions on both state and national issues are perhaps doctrinaire liberal in the Kenndyesque sense. But we can only assume, rather than know, that, since she has not in the past voiced any strong views about anything in any detail. Unlike dozens of veteran, hard-working and savvy New York state and federal office-holders in the Democratic Party, who would be both qualified and happy to serve out Sen. Clinton's term, Ms. Kennedy has never run for, or held, public office. Her only prerequisites for Senator are her pedigree from her father and her purported celebrity mystique passed on from her mother Jackie. She certainly has shown none of Hillary Clinton's grittiness, traipsing over the rural haunts of America in a bright blue pantsuit, quaffing boilermakers at biker bars and reinventing herself as a sort of Annie Oakley everywoman, clinging to guns and religion.
In 2007 Ms. Kennedy was, in fact, a strong Hillary Clinton donor and supporter, but jumped ship and joined Obama once he surged in the polls at the beginning of the year, when the national media and the fossilized icons of the Democratic Party underwent some sort of ecstatic catharsis and mass hysteria akin to what Euripides's Bacchants experienced on Mt. Kithairon.
That savvy metamorphosis into an Obamiac explains Ms. Kennedy's sudden me-too piggy-backing into national politics. Indeed, her current newfound political zeal seems predicated on the larger Obamania craze, a sort of brand name groupthink in which romantic liberals imagine a return of JFK's lost Camelot.
Her supporters shrug and in embarrassment cite the similar political dynasties of the Bushes or Clintons, and, mindlessly, point to other familial connections that helped jumpstart contemporary careers as diverse as those of Andrew Cuomo, Richard Daley, or Mitt Romney. But all of these scions of well-connected or famous fathers ran for office, met the public, endured the press corps, and for years lost and won elections—something that heretofore Ms. Kennedy has not yet attempted.
Then there is the problem of pretension. Kennedy's Harvard and Columbia educations are cited as proof of her qualifications, as well as her authorship of a variety of edited and co-authored books. But there is no reason to believe that her attendance at the Ivy League was any less facilitated by the powers that be than was the caricatured academic career of the similarly well-connected George Bush, likewise a child of a President. And so just as few in the media cited George Bush's Ivy League degrees as proof of his erudition, why should we do anything different with Ms. Kennedy about whom we know far less than the former successful two-term Texas Governor (who held his own with, or bested, in six televised debates Ivy Leaguers Al Gore and John Kerry?
None of the Kennedy books are works of real scholarship or originality; most instead draw on her family name and reflect insider connections within New York publishing. Her coauthored books with Ellen Alderman on the law are reminiscent of her father's Profiles in Courage—and the inordinate contributions of Theodore Sorensen in that murky shared endeavor.
Much is recently made of Barack Obama's evocation of the 'Best and Brightest' Kennedy coterie, as he draws heavily on so-called "smart" people from the Ivy League. But the media's current heavies in the financial meltdown—President George Bush, Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson, SEC head Chris Cox, former director of Fannie Mae Franklin Rains, and Chairman of the House Financial Services Committee Barney Frank all have in common only Harvard degrees, which apparently are requisites to have overseen financial disaster rather than tools to have prevented it.
Finally, there is the third charge of hypocrisy. George Bush, we were told ad nauseam was born on third base and thought he had hit a triple. But when it comes to Ms. Kennedy, her liberal lineage and assumed charisma weirdly nullified the same tired media charges of entitlement that have been customarily leveled against almost every affluent, well-connected Republican politician from Mitt Romney to George Bush.
There were also several liberal media complaints against Gov. Sarah Palin, most prominently three—that she lacked experience for high federal office; that she avoided the media whenever possible; and that she either would not or could not opine on world affairs.
But Gov. Palin had been an elected official for some sixteen years, winning and losing elections until assuming the governorship—always at odds with an entrenched male hierarchy that had run Alaska for years. Through it all, Palin mothered five children without either capital or connections. She endured at the very beginning of her national run a vicious press as interested in ridiculing her as a rube in fancy store-bought clothes as it is catching a glimpse of Caroline's glitzy labels.
We know in our hearts that Charles Gibson and Katie Couric, who mercilessly grilled pro-life, Christian Sarah Palin with the poor white twang, would pull in their talons—if given the chance to dialogue with Caroline. Yet there is no evidence that Caroline Kennedy knows any more about Waziristan than did Sarah Palin; there is a great deal of evidence that it is far more difficult for a nobody mom of five to make it through the electoral process into national politics from Alaska than it is for a Kennedy daughter of a President to be appointed from the Upper East Side to fill a liberal New York Senate Seat.
Caroline Kennedy is no doubt a fine individual who by all accounts has led an exemplary life. But her proposed appointment to the US Senate is a rare reflection of ourselves—the glittering of the aristocracy in the left's vision of an otherwise egalitarian America, the notion that blue-chip certification conveys status and wisdom rather than proven excellence through the life-school of hard knocks, and the ethical bankruptcy of the media that has no principled notion of disinterested inquiry, but now serves as an fawning appendage of the Left.
In short, appointing Caroline Kennedy to the Senate from New York tells us a lot more about ourselves than it does even her.
Call me cynical but this is a trial balloon or damage control. This is to give Cleveland fans that glimmer of hope then he will just shatter that in a year and a half. When it comes to ultra ambitious athletes who have no loyalty, I rather be cynical than naive. A similar local example (as Conrado De Quiros constantly reminds us) was when President Arroyo pre 2004 announced she will not run for election then ran anyway.
Report: LeBron James may sign extension early 10 hours, 27 minutes ago
CLEVELAND (AP)—LeBron James said he’ll consider signing an extension with the Cleveland Cavaliers this summer, well before he enters the free-agent market in 2010.
“You play out the season of course; I will consider it,” James told The (Cleveland) Plain Dealer before the team practiced in Denver on Saturday. “The direction we are headed is everything I expected and more.”
James, under contract for two more seasons, can hit the free-agent market on July 1, 2010. There has long been speculation James will eventually end up in one of the NBA’s larger markets—particularly with the New York Knicks.
The Cavaliers (22-4) have the second-best record in the NBA.
“I definitely want to keep an open mind, I will look at everything,” James said. “(The extension) is a good point. I think me and my group have pretty much made good decisions so far and we’ll look at the options and go from there.”
James signed a three-year, $43 million deal with the Cavaliers in 2006. The deal includes a player option for 2010-11 worth $17.4 million.
Yahoo! Sports Fantasy Basketball '08. Get off the bench and register today.
Some of my much younger rap loving cousins , attribute my dislike for so called contemporary music to my age. Well, I know what a good band is, I know what a good song writer is and I definitely know what a good album is. You can't tell me what is popular today or even five years ago is any of the three let alone all three. This again is an excellent reflection by Bob Lefsetz. Not only what things used to be but why they are not that way now. The younger kids don't know any better because their world is so small. If all they know is what has been "popular " the last ten or fifteen years. What from there has any really good playing? Do you guys look for good playing or do you even know what that is? Look at excellence at any human endeavor, as long as it's not done with the aid of a chemistry set (Olympic Track and Field, MLB home runs) then it is usually done with a lot of development. A lot of hard work and trial and error.
Development usually means work and lots of it. That's all Bob is saying. Artists evolve.I Wanna Hold Your Hand and Because are two entirely different songs. Because the creators were physically the same but evolved and developed . That is art. There is a difference between obsessed with being a musician and obsessed with being a celebrity.
Bob says it better than I can. I am just here to tell you that he speaks the truth. You can't really appreciate music till you can appreciate these three things: album, band, songwriters. Hate to break it you. Miley or Kanye West are neither of the three.
The business is focused on these young "prodigies", like Britney Spears. The acts are getting ever younger, and the rationalization is that kids buy music, and that anyone over thirty, maybe even twenty five, is too old for the target demo to relate to. If you don't believe the Jonas Brothers are a great act, then you're an old fart.
But can anyone that young truly be great?
Maybe they've got innate talent, but has it been developed, are these young kids truly ready to bless us with their gifts?
According to Malcolm Gladwell's "Outliers", no. Innate talent, pure desire, they're not enough. Sure, Mozart started writing music when he was six, but he didn't compose a masterwork until he was twenty one, after he'd put in 10,000 hours of practice.
How can you have accumulated 10,000 hours worth of practice if you're not even close to twenty one?
Turns out that's the rule. You've got to have 10,000 hours of practice under your belt to be truly great, to be world class. How many of today's acts have this kind of history? No wonder today's live acts rely on production, they've barely been on stage, never mind performing for 10,000 hours. Like the Beatles.
The Beatles went to Hamburg five times between 1960 and 1962. They played eight hours a night, seven days a week. Winning over an audience that didn't speak their language, that was more interested at first in the strippers. The Beatles gigged 270 nights total in Hamburg. By time "I Want To Hold Your Hand" broke in America, in January of 1964, the Beatles had performed live over 1,200 times. That's more times than many of our so-called stars have ever gigged.
Greatest guitarists of all time? How about Duane Allman. Not only did he practice while watching television, he even brought his guitar to the bathroom! Sure, you've got to have talent, but you've got to PRACTICE! How much practicing have today's musicians done?
Maybe that's why jam bands do so well on the road. You might not like their material, but they can play. Going to a Widespread Panic show is not like seeing Miley Cyrus. The band may not look pretty, but their music can stand alone. It draws people in. They developed over all those years, all those gigs.
How about Elton John? He didn't dream of being a star, he just wanted to be in the business. But he cut demos and wrote incessantly. To the point where he became incredibly good.
You might not like Diane Warren's songs, but the reason she has so much success is because of how dogged she's been. Knocking on doors when she was new and not that good, and working at her craft incessantly, year after year. Max Martin wrote "...Baby One More Time", Britney Spears just sang it. Michael Jackson's an incredible performer, but his great records were done with Quincy Jones, who'd spent so much time in the studio, never mind composing himself.
So, when you e-mail me the music of some new act and I don't respond, am I hearing something, or should I put that NOT hearing something? Kind of like Gladwell's book "Blink", I've been listening to music incessantly for years, I know what's great. And what you're sending me isn't. Because those acts want stardom, but they just haven't invested in their careers by practicing enough.
By time the Beatles left Hamburg they were so good, so tight, they could hold any audience. That's a skill you learn on stage, it can't be perfected in front of a mirror, not even in a garage with your buddies. There's a different charge at a gig, the energy, the distractions, the adrenaline, you've got to DELIVER! How many of today's acts truly deliver?
Those English musicians played American blues records again and again. Jimmy Page wasn't only in the Yardbirds, he'd played a ton of sessions before Led Zeppelin. And speaking of sessions, John Paul Jones was legendary for his work. Is it any wonder Zeppelin was so great? Or the Eagles... Glenn Frey and Don Henley played in bands before they backed up Linda Ronstadt on the road, they honed their chops in Aspen, they didn't compose their magnum opus "Hotel California" until five albums into their career!
Maybe today's acts just aren't good enough. Not because they lack talent, but they lack practice. That's what Gladwell says.
He quotes the study of K. Anders Ericsson of students at Berlin's Academy of Music in the 1990's. He found the world class soloists had practiced 10,000 hours by the age of twenty. But what is even more fascinating is that Ericsson couldn't find any "naturals", who were world class without practice, and he didn't find any "grinds", people who practiced yet weren't superior.
There are some amazing producers in today's music business. As well as great songwriters. They've honed their chops for decades. It's no wonder their compositions rule the charts. Because the acts they're writing for are relative newbies, they don't have the chops because they haven't put in the time.
But, it gets worse. Clive Davis has famously said he doesn't want his proteges to write. The business has focused on good-looking people, who might be able to sing. Then again, with today's studio wizardry/trickery, ANYBODY can sing. So, no one focuses on getting it perfect, even Mariah Carey doesn't sing live, and few focus on writing their own songs. Therefore it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy...today's acts don't write their own material because it's not treasured by the industry and therefore it's the so-called hacks who have all the talent.
The public was rabid, for a sustained period of time, for the Beatles. People recognized greatness, developed over years of practice. Whereas today everybody's just a flash in the pan, because after their momentary hit written and produced by the usual suspects, there's nothing left. You go to hear the hit, you don't go to see the act. Maybe the public is much smarter than we give it credit for.
As for punk rock... The Ramones didn't rise from nowhere. They were one of the giggingest bands of all time. Most people didn't even know who they were until they'd recorded four albums. You learn a lot going back to the studio. How can we expect today's acts to be comfortable when they've barely ever recorded in professional circumstances, and furthermore the sessions weren't in their control!
Brian Wilson didn't write "Good Vibrations" for the first Beach Boys album.
Aretha Franklin sang gospel and had a string of albums on Columbia before she broke through on Atlantic.
The lasting successes, the ones cleaning up on the classic rock circuit, the acts people want to see over and over again, didn't arise overnight, they paid years of dues before they ever broke through.
I'm not saying you've got to be old to make it, maybe you just have to be doggedly focused. Not only on making it, but rehearsing, getting it right. The music industry has lobbied against this. It has not encouraged its stars to practice. It just wants people who are willing to be manipulated, who are willing to do anything to make it. This has nothing to do with musical talent.
Maybe the conventional wisdom is right, today's kids do have a short attention span. Then again, they play videogames for hours, they surf online for days on end. That's why your teenager is a computer expert, why he can run your machine at what appears to be light speed. Because it's second-nature to him.
But working hard, practicing playing music to make it is not second-nature. It has not been encouraged by our industry. We don't reward practice, we just reward desire and good genes. And Gladwell posits again and again that genes are not good enough.
What's the old saw? That Bruce Springsteen would have been dropped after his first album today? Same deal with Bonnie Raitt and so many of the legends? It took them years to hone their skills, to not only write and record great music, but perform it too. Actually, both of those acts developed on the road. Where are developing musicians supposed to play today?
The audience knows something the industry does not. That today's music just ain't got the same soul. Rather than being heartfelt confessions by professionals beholden to no one, tracks are cookie-cutter confections created by cynical journeymen beholden to the dollar.
Maybe the Net will allow acts to grow and develop on their own.
But don't ever confuse greatness with the kid who used his Mac to write songs and then post them on MySpace. MySpace is a great wasteland. Everybody can write, few do it well. What makes people think anyone with a computer can compose great music overnight?
Our Christmas party Dec 19 2008. For the Percomites here for the first time there are many more pictures in the photo section. Also for all of you who were there and were not there. Intel , Citibank etc.
I believe this media we are blessed with called the blog is so flexible that there are so many different things you can do with it.
I like what Mark Titus decided to do with it and a few others have too. Read the Yahoo sports review of it. To some sitting on the bench for games at a time can be torture if you are on a team but Mark makes the most of it and has since created fans who see what he does outside of the court. Goes to show you how much of "life" is online now.
Doc Graham was an interesting case. He really existed even if Field of Dreams was only a movie. His stat line made the author baseball junkie W.P. Kinsella curious about him to add him as a character in the book Shoeless Joe. Watch him in celluiod action below.
There are some people who do not equate fulfillment in life with time on the floor or the diamond. Life is not sports although sometimes you have a hard time believing it coming from me.
An odd thing happened to Mark Titus during an Ohio State home game earlier this season. The Buckeyes guard grabbed a rebound – and people booed.
The reaction might have been puzzling to a few folks in the stands, but for the religious readers of Titus’ popular blog, the good-natured jeers made perfect sense. By snaring the rebound, Titus, a seldom-used reserve, had ruined his chance of achieving a “trillion.”
“A trillion,” Titus explains, “is when you play one minute but don’t record any other stats. So when you look at the box score you see a ‘1’ to the far left followed by a bunch of zeros – just like the number 1,000,000,000,000.”
The scenario provided the inspiration for Titus’ website. After two months, Titus’ hilarious writings about life at the end of Ohio State’s bench have made him one of the most popular players on the Buckeyes’ squad – and one of the most well-known walk-ons in the country.
On Wednesday more than 40,000 people clicked on clubtrillion.com, where they could read about Titus’ favorite pastime during games (gawking at cheerleaders), his nickname for the trendy, long basketball shorts that hang below the knees (shants) and his crush on ESPN sideline reporter Erin Andrews (or, as he calls her, “Erin Andrews-Titus”).
“Everyone hears about the guy that scores 20 points each night,” Titus says, “but no one talks about the guy at the end of the bench. I can tell people about the game from a perspective they haven’t heard before. Still, I never thought it would get this kind of attention.”
The buzz is only increasing.
When he looked into the stands during Wednesday’s game against Jacksonville, Titus saw four people wearing his No. 34 jersey. A reader has offered to make Club Trillion T-shirts and strangers are sending him emails telling him he needs to become a professional blogger after graduation.
“Just the other day,” Titus says, “I was standing in line at the cafeteria and someone walked by and said, ‘Love the blog. Keep it up,’ and then kept going. I was like, ‘Uh, what just happened? I didn’t even know that person.’”
Most of Titus’ blogs are about things that happen away from the court. On Nov. 28 he told an amusing tale about Thanksgiving dinner at coach Thad Matta’s house.
“Coach Matta and his wonderful wife ended up cooking for us,” he wrote. “And by cooking, I mean getting food catered. And by Coach Matta and his wife, I mean his wife.”
Other funny stories involve the per diem money players receive each week for food and the shenanigans that occurred as he was trying to take a pregame nap at a hotel that was under construction. Last week Titus wrote about Ohio State’s game against Butler and his former high school teammate, Gordon Hayward.
“Brownsburg [Ind.] High School,” he wrote, “was easily the best represented high school in the game, as Gordon and I combined for 25 points, seven rebounds and two assists. Because I didn’t even get in the game, Gordon shouldered most of the productivity, but I looked really good with the towel around my neck on the bench. Seriously, I looked REALLY good.”
Titus’ teammates aren’t surprised that readers are drawn to Titus’ wit and sarcasm. Since joining the team two years ago, Titus has been the player to use a one-liner to lighten the mood of a tense locker room. Sometimes he’ll break out into a funky dance.
Earlier in his career Titus even held a news conference to announce that he’d be returning to school the following season instead of entering the NBA draft.
“I’m just having fun,” says Titus, who blogs about three times per week. “If you can’t have fun playing basketball then you probably shouldn’t be playing.
“At the same time, I take basketball and the development of our team very seriously. I hope that doesn’t get lost in the comedy of the blog. It’s not like I’m out there screwing around.”
Matta certainly doesn’t question Titus’ commitment. He called Titus “the best shooter on the team.”
Titus received interest from a handful of smaller schools after scoring more than 1,000 career points and earning second-team all-state honors – twice – at Brownsburg High. But his goal had always been to attend a bigger school.
After enrolling at Ohio State, Titus joined the basketball team as a student manager – “just to get my basketball fix,” he said – but after two weeks, he quit when he grew tired of filling water bottles. Then, just before the start of the 2006-07 season, Matta called Titus and asked him to return.
Not as a manager – but as a player.
Titus had been an AAU teammate of Buckeyes freshmen Greg Oden, Mike Conley Jr. and Daequan Cook, so Matta knew he was battled-tested and that having him on the squad would be good for team chemistry. Plus, his shooting ability would force Ohio State’s guards to pick up the defensive intensity in practice.
Six of Titus’ eight career points have come on 3-point shots. In a recent blog, he even developed a nickname for making a heavily-contested 3-pointer over the outstretched arms of a defender.
“We call it ‘dotting’ someone,” Titus says. “When you shoot, your body is in the shape of an ‘i’, so the ball – if you get the shot off – is like the dot of the ‘i.’”
Titus’ blog includes a list of teammates he’s dotted in practice. Much to the delight of his fans, he’s yet to make a 3-pointer on a real opponent this season, thereby increasing the chances of achieving a trillion.
“If you get a foul or commit a turnover or take a shot, the trillion is ruined,” Titus says. “People send me emails saying, ‘If you’re wide open and the shot clock is running down, what are you going to do? ’ “
The answer?
“I guess I’m not totally opposed to shooting the ball,” Titus says with a chuckle, “I have eight career points right now. Eventually I’d like to get into double digits, so I’m going to need another basket somewhere down the line.” Jason King is a college football and basketball writer for Yahoo! Sports and the author of Kansas Jayhawks: A Year to Remember. Send Jason a question or comment for potential use in a future column or webcast.
unfortunately, my platoon and i were out on patrol when curt s. showed up in our forward operating base (FOB). like always, we infantry dudes always miss out on
all of the good crap. he showed up together with "eve torres" of WWE and some silicone breasted hotties. damn!
2-14 is the cavalry unit my platoon is attached to and i can proudly say, we did
more than those "cub (cav) scouts" can imagine. it will all be over for me here soon and believe it or not, the locals we encounter here each day wants us to
stay. a sheik even offered to get me the most beautiful girl in the village
(to marry) and build me a house> imagine that....
yup. i will keep coming back here until the last american soldier leave. why?
it's my job and i love it....
"a very merry christmas to yu'all......"
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