Prolific and Emmy award-winning actor Ben Gazzara died this morning.  He was 81.

The New York Times article—which I somehow was able to read an hour or so ago but which is now demanding login credentials, therefore preventing me from linking to it— disingenuously and snobbishly avoids any mention of what is surely Gazzara’s greatest role:  that of Brad Wesley in the masterpiece Road House.  (The briefest of mentions can be found here.)

(Note that Patrick Swayze and Jeff Healey are gone already.  Is there a Road House curse?  Mind yourself, Kelly Lynch.)

RIP.

 

Our longtime friend Alex is an architect.  As systematic as he is, he may be better suited to his occupation than anyone else we know.

So six or seven years ago, we were visiting over a beer, and he was telling me about his Saturday morning.  He had a backyard construction project going, and he told me “so yeah, I thought I’d try it this way, and if it didn’t work out I’d just Undo it and try it another way…”

See what happened there?  He spends his days mostly in software, where a mouse click or two wipes away a mistake.  That mindset momentarily invaded his real world convincingly enough to plant an absurd thought.

I’d remembered that as an interesting anecdote and nothing more until today, when I realized technology had similarly compromised my thinking.  I was listening to talk radio at lunch and wanted to hear something said, but hadn’t been listening closely enough.  My immediate thought was “well, I’ll rewind it and…”

…except I can’t rewind the radio in my F-150, can I?  Oops.

My DVR, and probably to some degree online video, have apparently wrecked my attention span.  My default level of attention is now less than it ever has been, because I’ve been conditioned to believe that I can simply rewind if I want to truly listen to something.

You know, everybody worries about nuclear holocaust or environmental calamity as the cause of humanity’s potential extinction during its ontological adolescence.

What if it’s just that we’re eventually going to be unable to listen for thirty damned seconds in a row?

 

Longtime Penn State football coach Joe Paterno died this morning.  He was 85. This really should have been an easy post to write.  There is quite a lot to say about Paterno’s extensive contributions to the Penn State community, his commitment to academic excellence, and his coaching accomplishments. There aren’t many things that could have [...]

 

I wrote “rarely senselessly vulgar; frequently slightly tacky” early on in my blog’s life, and it’s still usually what I say when I’m asked to provide a blog description.  I envisioned it mostly as a content warning, though I also liked the transposition of the syllable structure from the first phrase to the second.  I [...]

 

I met my childhood friend David on Pecanwood Drive in Anniston at 10:15 this morning.  Best we could piece together, we had not seen each other since 1984. The weather wasn’t entirely cooperative for our walk through our old neighborhood, but it was nothing umbrellas couldn’t mitigate.  We examined our old territory lovingly and carefully, [...]

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