Memo: re the solar eclipse

Date: 8/21/17

To: All madmen, drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer, teenage diplomats, all-hot half-shots, fleshpot mascots, young Scotts with a slingshot, bloodshot forget-me-nots, brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preachers from the East, new-mown chaperones, fresh-sown moonstones, silicone sisters, manager’s misters, Go-Cart Mozarts, Early-Pearlies, hazards from Harvard, backyard bombadiers, dudes with a calling card, shooting stars from Zanzibar, avatars, boys who laugh too soon, kidnapped handicaps and mousetraps.

Remember, Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun. Don’t give me any of that nonsense about how that’s where the fun is! Do you wish you were blind? (although that’s another song entirely . . .)


“I’ll have an order of anxiety, with a side of existential panic.”

I’m not a potential criminal, but I can’t help feeling like the psycho killer in the song of the same name by the Talking Heads:

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire

I’ve been hospitalized three separate times in the past month–once for a pulmonary embolism (blood clot in my lung) and twice for cellulitis–a bacterial infection in my leg. The infections were likely caused by a combination of my chronic lymphedema (swelling and inflammation caused by a badly damaged lymph system) and the procedure I had done for the embolism–which utilized a tube inserted into the leg to administer clot busting drugs.

Anyway, I can’t help but think the worst. My appointment with the hematologist to determine if I have a hereditary predisposition to clotting has led me to daydream about all the terrible diseases my body is harboring. After thinking about my symptoms, I self-diagnosed myself with one disease and I am STILL only partially reassured after some google research showed I have about a one in 250,000 chance (0.04%) of having that condition. (My medical degree is apparently from WebMD.)

So, breathe, let yourself get stronger, walk the dogs everyday and truly believe that every little thing’s going to be alright.

Bruce and the E Street Band Spring Tour In Albany!


Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band will play a show in Albany on Tuesday May 14th.

So the questions begin:

  • Will Tom Morello be playing w/ the band as he has on the South Africa/Australia tour?
  • How many songs from “High Hopes” will they be playing? He’s been doing up to 6 per show.
  • What is the organizing principal behind the show and its setlist?
  • Should I also try to go to the Hershey, PA show on May 15th?
  • Tickets go on sale on Valentine’s Day–will tickets to the show be enough of a gift for my wife? (Ha! Not in this lifetime!)

Here we go!

Think Differently

Like all New Yorkers, I’ve been bombarded by the new ads for the Lottery, promoting their scratch off games with the tagline: “What would you think about, if you didn’t have to think about money?”

The longtime advertising agency for the Lottery has a sure and humorous touch:

But the Lottery is not just “a dollar and a dream.” It’s a massive commercial undertaking. The Lottery spent $90 million in advertising last year to drum up business. As a result, New Yorkers bought $8.9 billion in lottery tickets–and received $4.2 billion in payouts. The Lottery contributed slightly over $3 billion to the NY State education budget–about 14% of all money spent on the state’s public schools.

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Did You Miss Me?


While I might not have been actually filming my blog, I’ve been in a Tumblr/Facebook-induced blogging stupor. Playing with the pretty pictures and reblogging other people’s memes and profundities got the best of me this year. But I’ve actually missed stringing words together and making cogent arguments on real (or imagined) issues of import.

So, I’m going to do a better job of hacking about on this site this year. I’ve been inspired by this nice piece by Stef Lewandowski entitled “Higher Resolutions,” posing the question: “can you commit to doing something everyday in 2014?” The author makes a case for dropping the annual rite of creating a long list of resolutions to achieve, and instead attempt to cultivate a habit or two throughout the whole year.

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