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The Mustard Belt Stays in America

Joey Chestnut - competitive eater

“He wanted it, but I needed  it.”

So said American Joey Chestnut today, as he narrowly defeated perennial competitive hot dog eating champion Takeru Kobayashi in the Nathan’s world championship on Coney Island. At the end of the ten minutes (a time reduced from the former twelve minute period, to increase the pace) the two were tied at 59 hot dogs each –  ten more dogs than any of the other competitors. Then the regulation tie was resolved in a 5-dog “dog off”, a shootout where speed mattered more than ever. Chestnut finished his fifth dog not long after Kobayashi, who “stumbled” early, had just started his.

Chestnut, a Californian, kept the victory in perspective in the postgame interview. He put a nice patriotic spin on his response to “Why do you do this?”, responding humbly “I love to eat. I love the competition. We’re just having some silly fun, which is in the spirit of Fourth of July.” Chestnut was the defending Nathan’s champ, but last year Kobayashi reportedly had a jaw injury. Thus the statement above about “needing it”. Chestnut had to beat a healthy Kobayashi to secure his legitimacy as a champion.

Meanwhile, the commentators went on about Kobayashi having to win to maintain the image of “his brand”. What human being is, in himself, a brand? Is this what we’ve come to?

The competition itself was as weird, funny, and intense as one would guess… reportedly the best competition ever in the 80-plus years of the contest. And the first commercial after the crowning of a winner was from the main sponsor, Heinz Ketchup.

Ketchup?! On a hotdog?! That’s un-American right there. Or at least goes against the traditional hot dog rules here in Chicago, where we take our hot dogs VERY seriously. (Condiments allowed: yellow mustard, sweet relish, tomato wedges, celery salt, onions and hot peppers optional… any questions?!) Get away from me with that sauerkraut. Put the chili in a bowl. Save the ketchup for your burger. This here’s a Chacaago dog!

Maybe it’s a political thing, and Senator Kerry’s ketchup-mogul wife Teresa Heinz Kerry is the perpetrator. They’re swift-boating their condiment competition. You think it’s an accident that the leading yellow mustard on the market is called French’s? What’s next, Freedom Dogs?

Don’t let them do it, Joey. You’re America’s best hope to stay on top in the world. Not only did you need it… we needed it, too. And we’re right proud of ya.



Conspiracies, Freemasons, the Boogeyman, and a Deadly ‘Where’s Waldo?’ Game

As conspiracy theorists go, I am clearly bush league.

This week’s reminder of how far one can go down this strange, winding path is one Michael Tsarion. He was proposed to me recently as a writer who advances the cause of all things Irish and/or Celtic, and thus mystically and/or politically reasonable. However, in wandering around upon his complex private “interweb” of fact and fiction, I see that he’s just another in a long line of goofy astrologists, occultists and conspiracy theorists, those colorful cats out to take wild, random potshots instead of pointing out a productive path toward the truth.

By now, a small but dedicated handful of you are saying under your breath to me: “Oh, you poor simpleton. You deluded soul, already stolen away from us, we who were only trying to free you from the tyranny of lies and deceit, perpetrated over the past 5000 years.”

Nevertheless, I must defer to a higher authority, who calls me to sing out loud and proud:

“I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see.”

Meanwhile, Tsarion and his ilk are out to convince us that every U.S. president was a Freemason, that the mystical, philosophical or biological descendents of Egyptian pharaoh/priest Akhenaton are in control of every Western government, and probably that monotheism in itself is the true enemy of mankind. 

Therefore the Yahweh of the Bible, for some of these theorists, does not love His people but has instead abandoned them to the slings and arrows of all these false prophets and tyrants. Or else the One True God is an invention by these past cults, to keep Everyman down, to keep us from accessing our inner power, which would allow us to practice magic, travel by astral projection, and tear down well-armed despots the moment we encounter them. I don’t know, maybe I’m getting it wrong though. These amateur symbologist types draw such tenuous and strange connections that it’s easy to get confused. 

For instance, did you know that Hitler was actually in league with the pre-Zionist Zionists, in England and elsewhere? Mr. Tsarion even has a photo of a young Hitler, kissing the hand of Elizabeth the Second  –though he mislabels her as Elizabeth the First! This is the kind of sloppy, stupid, ahistorical hogwash that his type loves to slip by us, under a veil of actual facts and plausible interpretations, of very vague details and far-reaching symbols.

Here’s another example, taken directly from Tsarion’s site:

The Bohemian Club - Elite members of this secret order (that includes most US presidents) meet at a time when the sun (Aton) is at its highest point during the year - at the summer solstice - June 21st. The summer solstice was adopted by Hitler and his Nazis as their most important day of ritual and celebration. It was the most sacred day in the Nazi calendar.

Dude, if you so smart, where’s my local Boho meeting being conducted tomorrow? I wanna be there! Are they really THAT good at keeping secrets?

Tsarion tries to make a case for the Nazis and others co-opting and altering many basic Druidic or similar ideas. Yeah Mike, it’s well-established already that Hitler co-opted everyone’s mythology, from India to Scandinavia to Ireland to God only knows where else. But that doesn’t mean he was secretly in compliance with some long-standing plan of the Knights Templar to rule the world. It just means he was crafty and evil, a tool of Satan, a disenchanted but brilliant nutjob who veiled his megalomania in intense nationalist, populist, pseudo-religious bullshit.

Tsarion’s not the first one to try connecting Hitler, Pat Robertson, Pope Paul VI, Satanist Anton LaVey, The Illuminati, philosopher Francis Bacon, and the ancient Persian prophet Zoroaster (it’s like some fascinating but intellectually dishonest variant of the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon  game!). Anyone with a will to think creatively can build a case and turn up potential evidence. Remember the Lone Gunmen, from The X Files? (Oh My Gawd!!!  I was such an X-Files fan… and here’s a thought: was it The Man who secretly killed off the Lone Gunmen’s short-lived spinoff show, or just really crappy writing?)

There are thousands of people like this out in the world, who believe they’re doing important work. In my opinion, a few of them actually are. But they get lost in the midst of all the noise, and because of the very nature of evil, which works to remain hidden and secret for as long as possible.

Every once in awhile, I get sucked into exploring this complex web of numerologists, Kabballah enthusisasts, astrology buffs, and ultra-conservative Christian Pentacostals on the lookout for secret but powerful cults to pray against. And again, I’m not saying these groups, alliances and spiritual connections aren’t out there. They definitely are out there (the “powers and principalities” that Paul speaks of), though I can’t claim any expertise in which theories are solid and which are misguided. Frankly, it just makes my head hurt whenever I read all the fundamentalist, neo-paganist or other misguided tripe that tries to explain every last war and historical development as part of some evil Master Plan.

Sometimes, you gotta just pick a lane and drive. The fact is, sin is real. A negative spiritual force or personality does exist in the universe. But so does the eternal Creator and Redeemer. Thus, every human ever born is capable of both incredible mercy and unspeakable evil, depending upon whom we align ourselves with, and how much ethical and spiritual discipline we are willing to practice.

Yet we are lazy and fearful by nature, and prefer to conform, so we mostly tend to aim down the middle, ignoring Jesus’ path of radical love (and political change, and true justice) because it requires us to feel like such aliens in a world gone wrong.  Even Christians, in most cases (myself included), can’t manage to be in constant, peaceful communion with the Creation and Creator, choosing instead to practice religion rather than faithful, risky, loving action and forgiveness like Jesus himself. 

On the other hand, if we are also hungry or powerless, or have not forgiven past wrongs against “our people”, we are then ripe for the picking by every jihadist, neo-con, or self-aggrandizing leader looking to play upon those fears and physical needs by promising a comeuppance for “the godless infidels”.

If you think about it, commiting to remain disenfranchised, to share equally amongst ourselves, to hang with the prostitutes and have nowhere to lay one’s head, doesn’t sound like such “good news”, does it? It’s so much nicer to sit with a big steak in air-conditioned comfort in front of an HDTV at the ESPN Zone and watch the Boston Celtics (BTW, did they have a Druid priest saying incantations, arranging for their victory?… or perhaps bribing the referees to call fewer fouls?). Fasting and praying under the stars in front of a Celtic cross, clothing the naked, taking in and feeding the orphan, admitting you’re wrong once in awhile… these are works of radical discipleship that require God’s grace precisely because  they’re so hard to perform without His help. Ignorance, of both the good and bad in the world, really is bliss. Anyone with the guts to look into his or her own soul will tell you this.

I say “his or her” above, but let’s be honest: most spinners and practitioners of these crazy conspiracy theories are men — emasculated or psychically wounded men, pseudo-religious pirates, a much different brand of “outsider” than the disciples of Jesus. They’re the fickle followers of Barrabas, the Judases who took a wrong turn, or the self-appointed shamans looking to justify themselves, while leaving others (especially in the undeveloped Two Thirds World) to fend for themselves.

Most are looking for a systemic or external explanation for why they’re forever on the outside personally. Some want power, others merely acceptance. Meanwhile they’re in denial themselves, avoiding the “dark night of the soul” that might actually transform them into credible  witnesses to the true Eternal Light and the truth. This is why other outsiders (you may call them geeks, but we all need to embrace our inner geek) find these theories so attractive. It’s cafeteria-style, libertarian, serve-yourself, super-sweet philosophical candy in an attractive package. The theories free us from any responsibility for our own situations, be they personal or political. They let immature, adolescent, me-against-the-world attitudes fluorish and find justification, irrespective of any higher authority or personal call to holiness and service.

What’s more, the anarchic, non-theistic, or factually fuzzy solutions these theorists often recommend don’t account for the contentiousness and will to power that inevitably sets in among all us sinners. They make it easier to attach blame beyond ourselves, to the eternal THEM – whether THEY are the liberal Jewish media, the conservative fundamentalist Zionist warmongers, the Black Jesus-denying racists, the imperialist/royalist/fascist aristocracy, the Wahabist (or Shi’ ite) usurpers of the true Islamic faith, the Socialist/Communist hippie baby-killers looking to give away the store and crucify Christ again, or the Christian witch-hunters out to kill every horned owl and tree sprite that ever sought to set us free.

Sure, a few modern conspiracy analysts are on a genuine quest for the truth. But many are just the next generation of pawns and liars in the eternal struggle of good and evil.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not advocating we remain ignorant. Just that we consider the source, question authority with a healthy but non-obsessive skepticism, and then lead with our hearts … but without disengaging our heads. Be faithful first. Then be smart. And be careful not to get caught on the wrong side in this battle of disinformation and distraction, only to find out too late you could have instead been enjoying the fulfilling fellowship of true believers all along, the fellowship of the Holy Spirit.

As Peter once said to Jesus when Jesus gave him leave to abandon their difficult journey: “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have words of eternal life? We believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.”

‘Nuff said.



The Saxeville Name Game

I’m Up North for the day. (Grass ain’t gonna cut itself.) There’s a mist over the surface of the lake, and our Ma & Pa Redwing Blackbirds are noisily on the lookout, protecting their nest down by the reeds on the shoreline. It would be a good morning for fishing, if I wasn’t so lazy, and such a piss-poor fisherman.

Just realized I had never done a post on the possible names we explored for this lake cottage, before we settled on Grayhaven. We even ran a contest, in which visitors could add a name of their own invention to the competition (or else vote for their favorite). Those guest contributions are at the end of the list below. Some are quite clever, but in the end we went with something mysterious sounding and vaguely snooty that I had come up with: Grayhaven Upon Avon (the Avon part refers to Shakespeare’s home).

Here’s the list. I will offer explanations for a few choices as we go…

Wild Saxe With a Big Deck (aka WSBD Radio) - The street address is technically in Saxeville, WI. But for postal purposes, we share a zipcode with the neighboring town of Wild Rose. So I sometimes tell people we live in Wild Saxe. The “big deck” part, while accurate, is just me being even more sexually crude and sophomoric.

Blue Joy Way - borrowed from a Beatles song (Blue Jay Way)

Lucky Lake

Bent Birch Bay - also the working title for a novel I’ve been writing (which I’ll get back to as soon as I can stop blogging so compulsively)

Cape Slob -Sue’s dad was from Cape Cod… she’s descended from some of the original “pilgrims” in 16th-century Massachusetts. I’m descended from impoverished Italian orphans and quarrelsome Irishmen.

The B&B (Bright & Beautiful) -we would turn it into a real B&B, but the lake bylaws forbid any commercial activities here.

Nielsen’s Northern Nook

Saxeville Sanctuary

[Editor's Note: the too-tiny smartphone format originally forced me to continue this post --from here on --as a second entry. I moved Part 2 back to here a day later.] —>

Sidewalk’s End - any Shel Silverstein fans out there?

Soggy Bottom - Any Coen Brothers fans?

Lake Wobegon South - Keillor fans? There’s even a genuine “Chatterbox Cafe” over in Saxeville, which most likely pre-dates the radio show and so could not have stolen the name.

Club 34 - Mark’s lucky number… also the uniform number of Chicago Bear great Walter Payton

God’s Brown Acre - it’s actually 1.6 acres, but who’s counting?

Two Acres & a Mule - refers to the promised help that freed slaves were supposed to receive… but in my case it refers more to Spike Lee’s “40 Acres” production company

Blessed Balance - Sue’s poetic contribution
- - - - -
Now, on to the visitors’ contributions:

Eminent Domain - Brez Brennan
Cheese Snubbers In Paradise - Karen Brennan (my little sis)
Cape Nielsen - my mom, the literalist
Welcome Lake House - also Mom
Ma Bailey’s Boarding House - Laura Mills (the middle sister)
Our Alternate Reality (aka OAR) - Laura Mills
A Chair In the Lake - Rachel Shelly
X Is Mark’s Spot - Anonymous
Deck, Dock, Doe - tomw (willadsen… now a lake owner himself, two doors south of us)

So… if you’re ever passin’ thru central Wisconsin, stop on in. Maybe you can put your own contribution on the list. Or teach me how to fish.



Flotsam Flowing Down the Stream of Consciousness (Into the Pudenda-Shaped Lake)

Warning: Explicit amusement and foul, rampant stupidity ahead. Eject now while you still have your dignity.

Streams of consciousness lazily winding their way toward nowhere in particular, except my own amusement.

For example, my son’s dentist is named Robert Johnson… only instead of a black Missisissippi blues player who sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads, Dr. Bob’s a chunky, mustachioed Bostonian with a large model train running around his exam room, and a clubhouse in the waiting room. He must have sold his soul to Geoffrey the Toys R’ Us giraffe.

Last week I was arguing about the shape of Lake Michigan with Graham while we looked at his globe. He said it looked like a hand. I said a pudenda… and even as I said it I realized I had never noticed it before. Apparently too busy snickering at cliches about the shape of Florida to notice that my very own state had another slightly dirty shape right next to it.

I think that was the same day Graham took out his dice and played in the aisle with them during church. (Seriously.) I joked with Dave, sitting in front of me: “I keep telling him to stop playing craps during worship, but he just won’t listen. Last week he took ten dollars from an eight-year-old.” Maybe if I made him put a dollar into the collection plate, it would be okay?

Am I the only person (besides my brother-in-law Brez) who finds it funny that Pabst Blue Ribbon beer is suddenly hip again among Generation Y?

Graham’s tee-ball team photo session featured a “baseball card” option. We jumped at the chance, of course. Then they asked for some physical characteristics to list on the card. Height? I dunno… try 44 inches. Weight? Let’s say 44 pounds, just for the sake of symmetry. He may never again have the opportunity to have matching height and weight. 55 inches and 55 pounds? Now that would be a string-bean of a kid. 66 inches/pounds… a sure sign of anorexia.

Funnest part about coaching tee-ball so far has been teaching the boys about rally caps, and how to hang a bat in the holes of a chain-link fence. Second is watching the ridiculous things they do… like the opposing player who stepped off second base to pick up a wayward ball during our first game and throw it back to the pitcher… or our kids’ pathetic attempts at learning how to slide yesterday at practice… third place: taking Graham for ice cream after his first game, putting a quarter into a gumball machine, and out came a wide, fake-silver chain. Instant bling! So I taught Graham the word “bling”, explaining that every baseball star has to have some. [Not so fun: one of my players asking me: "Did you shower today? You smell like peanut butter."]

Cinco de Mayo sounds much more exotic if you don’t actually speak Spanish. Like moquitos verdes

I popped into my old student union building at Northwestern last week, just while I was out walking by the lake. Much to my chagrin, the main change from the “front desk” of a few years ago is that now there’s a Starbucks counter right around the corner from it. They’re everywhere, I tell ya! It’s like a virus, or a Commie plot.

Mars is MY planet, y’all. I called it. We’re both named after the same Roman god, so I can do that. Just so’s you know…

Peeked into a second floor of the conference center on NU’s campus: the enormous night manager or maintenance chief was sitting there on the leather couch, watching hockey on a bigscreen tv (at $18 an hour, probably), while his underlings walked around the building with vacuums on their backs sweeping up (probably filling their canisters with this moron’s Cheeto crumbs).

Walking past the Evanston Taco Bell, I noted their hours: 9am-midnight on weeknights. Who the heck wants a taco at nine a.m.?! Not even a college student is that strange.

I mentioned in passing at church a few weeks back that I like to pop over to Evanston on weekends for a cup of coffee and an Onion. The woman I was speaking with misunderstood for a moment, thought I was talking about a small “o” onion, and therefore thought I was really weird. If only she knew…



Two Americas: The Odd and the Odder

A few random newsbits and stories on topics close to my heart:

First the obvious: John “Two Americas” Edwards threw his support to Obama today. Most likely he saw those exit poll numbers that showed about 35% of Clinton voters (poor or working class, white, Southern — all Edwards’ specialties) in West Virginia said they’d vote for McCain instead of Obama if Obama got the nomination. That’s a disconcerting number for a Progressive like Edwards, so he chose today to finally pull the trigger and say Obama is a better option than Clinton for cutting into the poverty level (Edwards’ new anti-poverty initiative, Half in Ten, seeks to cut the number of people living below the poverty line in half by 2018… it won’t happen, but we might as well aim high anyway). The bonus is that by endorsing today, Edwards makes clear to his supporters that McCain is not even a remotely good choice for those who share Edwards’ priorities. —– It was a nice touch, and again -as I’ve said before- a strong indication that Edwards is vying for either the VP nod or a major cabinet position in an Obama administration. I think he’d be great, personally. Maybe more effective as Secretary of Labor, Agriculture or Commerce, but as a VP he would shore up Obama’s support among the possible Democratic turncoats who consider McCain a reasonable option.

Apropos of nothing: A poll of the U.S. asking what were the cities with the rudest drivers puts Miami at the top of that list. Second is Boston. This was no surprise to me, though I actually like driving there — at least they know what they’re doing and, for example, don’t need TWO LANES empty to make a right turn on red like some morons around here. New York City was third, and my beloved Chicago was way down at #8 ! Finally some good news.  We’re just nice over here in the Midwest. Youse could learn a little something from us.

Latest sign of the recession: people are’t buying porn like they used to.  Yup, sales of DVDs and whatnot are down 30% from last year. And last year, it was already down 11% from previous years. Don’t kid yourself, though. The industry is still turning huge profits. Probably what’s happening is that the internet has cut significantly into the sale of DVDs and other hard goods (pun intended).

Speaking of DVDs, is anyone buying this b.s. about having to get a Blu-Ray or HD-DVD player? In my studied, professional opinion, Blu-Ray’s increase in visual quality on an LCD High Def screen is nominal at best (because a regular DVD on an HD monitor looks pretty great already). Not to mention, what are we supposed to do with all our perfectly good, 7-10 year-old DVD players? Sometimes I hate all this American compulsion to keep up with technology, not to mention the planned obsolence for the prior generation’s product. I still use VHS to tape shows I can’t watch in person, and my father-in-law’s fifteen-year-old regular 8mm Sony video camera (which we got as a hand-me-down) is still more reliable than the piece of crap Canon DV minicam that I bought three years ago and has already broken twice. Bottom line: if you have not stepped up to a better TV yet, to get a great theater-like picture for a decent price, get a plasma screen from Sony, or even Panasonic, and stick with your regular DVD. The rest is just hot air.

The Tampa Bay Rays (they’re no longer Devils… what, did the Satanist lobby complain?) just took over first place from the Red Sox. Now I KNOW the Apocalypse is just around the corner.



Chicago Bears’ Draft: The Post-Mortem

“He’s a great route runner,” said Greg Gabriel, the Bears’ director of college scouting. “He’s got excellent hands and he’s very good after the catch. On top of that, his character is impeccable.” 

The above was said of Bears’ third-round draft pick Earl Bennett, Vanderbilt wide receiver and the all-time SEC receptions leader –no small thing in a conference that produced the likes of the Packers’ Don Hutson (Alabama) in the 1930s and Sterling Sharpe (So Carolina) in the 1980s. 

But let’s look at the translation of the Bears’ statement: Bennett is not a burner. Like Mr. Gabriel says, he’s a “hands” guy, another route-runner who can work within the short-passing snoozefest that is Chicago Bear football. To put that SEC record in context: being a receptions leader is not the same as being a yardage leader. It just means you were in a system that did a lot of short passing, you were reliable, and you had quarterbacks for four years who knew what they were doing.

Still, it’s better than late-drafting another Mark Bradley or other such hopeful that turns out to be a bust. Bennett being taken early is a sign that the Bears know where they are weakest, and they’re looking to shore up in key areas. They did it with their first-rounder with Williams, an offensive tackle who looks to be a genuine stud (and was a teammate of Bennett’s… good to have a pair of high draftees coming in together, helping each other out early on). They even did it with their second-rounder, Matt Forte, a Tulane running back I know very little about. But what I do know is that their offenisve problems –running and passing– needed to be looked into.

And finally, they didn’t  take a stupid risk on a quarterback, in a class of QBs that was not sexy in the least. No new Rex Grossman (or Cade McNown… God forbid…). They’ll meet that need some other way, and I’m glad. They played it smart and safe, I think. I would have liked to see one of those other offensive linemen chosen higher  than they were, as Bear QBs are not known for their mobility or durability. But overall, this draft class looks promising. Not brilliant, but promising.

Below is the full list of the Bears’ picks, FYI.

And as for the receivers they still need, besides draftee Earl Bennett, I have just one thing to say:

Ocho Cinco!

Yes, I think Chad Johnson –on his way out of the Bengals situation– has the potential to be a colorful and talented Bears’ star, at least as popular and effective as Willie Gault or Fridge Perry (from their one and only Super Bowl team). Yeah, Chad’s a handful, P.R.-wise. But he hasn’t gotten in trouble with the law, just with the league, for his crazy on-field antics. Same was true of Jim McMahon, the Punky QB. As for Chad’s coachability and locker-room behavior, Randy Moss proved last year that even the brattiest of superstars can change his ways when he gets on the right team. And finally, consider a receiver corps that includes both the tall, fast Johnson and the ridiculously fast and shifty Devin Hester (who will have to learn the rest of his new receiver duties without  Moose Muhammad’s help this year, and could use a veteran to help him out, especially as a second threat or decoy, something Hester has not had thus far).

The one problem: the Bears are unlikely to spend the money on a guy like Chad Johnson. They seldom have in the past, anyway. But maybe the taste of victory in GM Jerry Angelo’s mouth two years ago, followed by the shame and disgrace of 2007, will lead them to change tactics and pick up more big-ticket free agents. So start a letter-writing campaign, people. Or just a chant: “We want Chad! We want Chad!”

Bears full 2008 draft class:

Round    
          Overall Draft Number     Name        Position    College 

1  

 14 Chris Williams OT Vanderbilt

2  

 44 Matt Forte RB Tulane

3  

 70 Earl Bennett WR Vanderbilt

3  

 90 Marcus Harrison DT Arkansas

4  

 120 Craig Steltz S Louisiana State

5   

142 Zack Bowman CB Nebraska

5   

 158 Kellen Davis TE Michigan State

7  

 208 Ervin Baldwin DE Michigan State

7   

 222 Chester Adams OT Georgia

7   

 243 Joey LaRocque ILB Oregon State

7   

 247 Kirk Barton OT Ohio State

7   

 248 Marcus Monk WR  

Arkansas

 

 

 

 

 



Miley Montanadana’s Manipulative Move

Readers of Marking Time will already be aware (from my New Year’s Rockin’ Eve report) that I have had a generally favorable opinion of Miley Cyrus up until now. For a diva-in-training, pimped out by Disney or Fox, she’s definitely a cut above Hillary Duff (who? your stock’s falling fast, Hil’ — better get a hot boyfriend, or show your privates, or  some other method of getting back in the news…), Taylor Swift (one-dimensional Disney country star), Vanessa Hudgens (this generation’s Shannon Doherty) and the all-time mystery of ‘tween pop stardom, former American Idol sixth place finisher Kellie Pickler (anyone remember her ridiculous TV interview during a June 2007 Cubs seventh-inning… dumb as a post, this one…) .

But now Hannah Montana’s gone and done the unthinkable: she showed us her shoulderblade, and it wasn’t because of a sexy strapless dress on the red carpet at the Emmys, either. And are those satin sheets, dear? You naughty little fifteen-year-old, godly , formerly squeaky clean belter of pop pablum! How could you?

And now you’re blaming Annie Liebowitz?! She who shot John Lennon (naked, hugging Yoko). She who has made superstars out of any number of performers much less talented than you, Miley, with just one well-crafted photo. Annie’s not some sorceress who clouded your mind while trying to convince you that the Vanity Fair bedroom-style photo would be “tasteful”. And even if she did take advantage of your youthful naivete, I’m sure your Dad Billy Ray, who was on the set the whole time and saw the digital versions of these tawdry photos, must have known this was a risky photo shoot to try sneaking past your adoring public.

You’re a first class turd, Billy Ray. You pimped out your daughter (or ignorantly let her do it to herself). So you deserve every criticism you’re getting now. I hope this scandal breaks your ”Achy Breaky” bank account wide open, you hack.

What, did you think we wouldn’t notice that the Liebowitz photo looks like an Abercrombie & Fitch ad? Did you think that the people giving the Gossip Girl  tv show a hard time –for using sex and “OMFG” posters to sell their show to teens– wouldn’t care that you’re slutting up our little angel Miley? We’re a split-personality society, Hannah: we like our good girls to be beautiful, dumb and virginal (like Jessica Simpson?) – at least until they’re eighteen and can make up their own minds about how best to show off their shoulder blades, cleavage and pouty lips. And we like them to act dumb, not to actually BE dumb. This was a dumb move for you, kiddo.

So long, Miley. Hello “Hannah Does Montana”, the new soft-porn classic! It’s due out in theaters around 2011 (when your stardom has faded, and you desperately need more money for ecstasy, blow, and to pay the mortgage on your Malibu mansion).

Maybe if you’re lucky, Dustin “Screech” Diamond will make an appearance in your debut porn film and strap on his famous fake prosthetic dong.

Gosh, I feel so dirty now…



Wordplay, Family Time & Cubs for Kindergarteners

A hodgepodge tonight:

1. Graham was reading over the Cubs’ season schedule in the kitchen tonight. He doesn’t get the concept of an abbreviation yet. So here’s his creative interpretation of the teams they’re playing. See how many you can guess (see key below):

still, kin, pit, Hugh, lad, cool, fleadh, mill, alt- , tab, cues…

2. Quote of the day: “Nouns are overrated.”

Stated by my lovely but highly stressed wife, in response to my request for a noun, after she fumbled around for the right word for about 30 seconds before recalling it:

“We still have to find the — the thing, so we can pay the thing. You know… the bill thing!”

BTW- the overrated noun was “property tax bill”.

3. Q.O.D. Runner up: “Sue, thanks for falling on your sword.” Stated by a coworker of Sue’s after a very contentious meeting, to discuss this year’s big-ass controversy. (Every year has its own controversy, one of the main reasons she’s leaving…)

4. Graham and I took advantage of the heavy rain tonight to do some much needed puddle-jumping. If you can’t get all soaking wet with a kindergartener (and your dog), well then you’re taking it all too seriously, people. We even played a round of Pooh Sticks with the rain running through the gutter toward the sewer grate.

5. Earlier in the week, in honor of Earth Day, Graham and I planted some basil and a pine cone seed in the garden. Today, he asked if we could go see if anything had grown yet. Ah, to be so young and naive…

6. Graham asked on the way home from the libary if we could ever run out of letters or numbers. I said no. Then he asked what the biggest number is. I said googol. Then he asked how you write it. I said g-o-o-g-o-l. “No, how do you write the numbers!” I explained that nobody had ever written the whole number, because it would take to long. Theoretical math, for a five-year-old. (He’s kind of into negative integers, too… seriously.)

Cubs’ opponents key:

St. Louis, Cincinnati, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A. Dodgers, Colorado, Florida, Milwaukee, Atlanta, Tampa Bay, Chicago White Sox

 

 

 

 



They’ve Got My Number

While the prior blog post did feature a couple of personally relevant numbers, it was mostly trying to be outwardly focused in its praises and critiques. Today, on the other hand, will sound more like one of Oprah’s “My Favorite Things” segments, only with a numerical theme.

So here are some numbers that tell stories about my life as of this date :

97: the bowling score put up in the joint game played by ten of my 3rd-5th graders today in P.E. Highlight of the game was when the flakiest girl in the class became the person that scored our first and only strike of the week. We’re using 20 real pins, plus a combination of various bowling balls both official and toy. It’s been a blast.

136: my average last time I played in a bowling league, which was probably at around age 24.

42: My current age. Also the answer to the question “What is the meaning of life?”, according to The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. (If you’re looking for answers, though, don’t come to me… my only suggestion is the same as theirs: Don’t Panic. )

11: my favorite number and/or “lucky number”, for various reasons, though mostly sports-related

34: my second favorite, having mostly to do with the synchronicity of how frequently I spot it at signinficant moments of my life… but it’s also the jersey number of Chicago Bear great Walter Payton, my favorite athlete ever.

670AM : The Score, my favorite radio station – especially Terry Boers and Dan Bernstein during the afternoon drive-time slot. Bernstein is about my age and funny as hell, while Boers is a hip, knowledgeable but crotchety old sportswriter. Their Thursday call-in segment Who Ya Crappin’? is one of the highlights of my week, in which people from all over my fair city and beyond call or write to ironically expose some bullshit spouted by an athlete, entertainer or politician during the previous week. I have patterned at least half of Marking Time (the cynical half) after Boers & Bernstein, Lewis Black, Lenny Bruce, and Dave Barry (must be something about those B names…)

9.2%: the slippery margin-of-victory number for Hillary Clinton in the Pennsylvania primary yesterday. All the so-called experts have their own opinions about how bad a beat this was or wasn’t for Obama. For me, I just don’t get it. He knew she’d win. We all knew she’d win. Can we talk about something else now, please? (Yeah I know I said I was going to go personal and not political today… but EVERYTHING is political, really, or hadn’t you noticed? And in case it’s not clear, I’m an Obama man. )

3: The number of people in my family. The number of kids in both mine and my wife’s families. The number of blue jeans I wear in rotation on a biweekly basis. Also the all-important Trinity number, used and re-used symbolically in children’s rhymes, adult literature, religious writing and numerology (which is mostly b.s.), and most importantly the number of ounces of sweetened ricotta cheese in the center of a standard cannoli, my favorite dessert since I was about nine months old. (Thanks, Ma.)

25: the anniversary of Cornerstone Festival this July, the leading music and Christian culture event in America for some time now. I got a mailing today, with the full lineup. I have not been there since 2000, and may not make it this year either, but it’s always a terrific opportunity to put one’s finger on the pulse of what God is up to in the U.S. If you go, don’t miss The 77’s and The Lost Dogs, some classic supergroups still doing amazing work in the new millenium.

20:150  - my vision without correction. I wear contacts, the change-once-a-month type, which I wear for two or three months at a time, like just about everybody else out there.

20:20  - my vision when I look toward a brighter future. And while I do occasionally celebrate those building the foundation for that future, ultimately I put no stock in politics, pastors, pop stars, or platinum Visa cards to get us there. Instead, this Passover, let us admit that the road to peace and prosperity– that legendary land of milk and honey –is the same road for us as it was for Moses and his gang: 40 years of wandering around like fools, followed by a time of renewal, repentance and finally forgiveness. 1968 was by most accounts the most pivotal year of the Baby Boomer generation. Dr. King. Bobby Kennedy. So I suppose we’re due.

So let’s get our act together by Yom Kippur, on October 9th… we’ll need that long just to make a list of all the things we want to change… plus, it will be just in time for the election.



Numbers That Tell Stories

As promised, some numbers that reveal the best and worst of American culture and politics this week:

In honor of Earth Day :

1.5 million tons of plastic bottles were disposed of in America in 2005. That number has only gone up, and still only a third of those bottles are recycled. Water bottles in particular are an unnecessary burden to the earth… in other words, get a cup and drink from the tap whenever you can. Many bottled brands now come from a tap somewhere else, anyway. (Source: The Chicago Reader)

$306 billion: the amount it will now cost to clean up the U.S. military’s nuclear waste. It will take until at least the year 2062 to complete. (Source: Harry Shearer’s Le Show)

Consumer food prices are expected to rise 3.0% to 4.0% this year [in the U.S.] after a 4% gain in 2007, said USDA Chief Economist Joseph Glauber.

40% : Rise in the price of grain over the past year. Average loaf of bread went up about 30 cents this week, therefore. And if you think it’s bad here, try shopping in an occupied territory. [" A box of milk for 65 Shekels... thats about $21.50 ." - this price quote comes from Palestine...]  The best plan of attack for grocery shopping in the U.S. is to 1) buy locally, through community sources like farmer’s markets, or 2) to only buy what’s on sale at the regular stores, and buy it in bulk. Then use it up over the month, and wait for it to come back on sale again.

Dinner out for two adults & one kid at Outback Steakhouse, with one appetizer and one side dish. No drinks. No tip. (Curbside pickup.) : $50.48 . (And the guilt over paying that much for one meal left a very bitter aftertaste.)

$3.51: Average regular gasoline price this week in the U.S., according to AAA Motor Club. Up 25 cents from last month. (I saw a $3.99 in Chicago yesterday.)

Other numbers (some thrilling, though most of them frustrating):

Iraq body counts:  (Source: Antiwar.org and JustForeignPolicy.org)

Iraqi deaths: 1,199,782

American military, deaths since war began (3/19/03): Total: 4044 Combat: 3301

(This does not include 29,000+ non-fatal injuries on the U.S. military side, nor the lower but still ridiculous 494 deaths in Afghanistan, which along with Pakistan is getting worse instead of better as we focus on Iraq.)

Chicago streets, body count – April 19-20, 2008: 32 shootings, 6 of which resulted in homicides. In one case, an AK-47 was used. They’re even picking this AP story up way out in Oregon.

Regarding the primary in Pennsylvania: Figures released in March by the state show Pennsylvania Democrats have added more than 65,000 voters since last fall — almost 2 percent of the party’s total statewide registration of 3.8 million . (Most folks believe that this is due to independents and Obamicans registering as Democrats… though a few people have warned us about Rush Limbaugh’s suggestion that Republicans should change affiliations temporarily and put Hillary over the top, just to screw up the Dems’ numbers.) [Source: Real Clear Politics]

13-6, 11-7,  14-7 : The major league baseball records of the Cubs, White Sox, and Red Sox, respectively. All are in first place as of this writing. (Is this baseball heaven?)

In honor of TV Tune-Out Week this week:

March 24-30th tv ratings: American Idol: 24.7 million on Tuesday 3/24 (20.1 on Thursday) . WWE RAW : 4.9 million, making it #4 on cable, behind Sponge Bob, a Lifetime movie, and Rock of Love.

Meanwhile, Frontline’s excellent documentary “Bush’s War” (running March 24 and 25 in two parts) pulled around a 4 million Nielsen rating (big for PBS in general, but probably tiny compared to the lame but heavily-promoted expose`  style programs done by the networks, such as Primetime Live). Online, on the other hand, after the PBS broadcast, Bush’s War gathered another 1.5 million hits at the PBS/Frontline website, ten times what most of their other shows usually get. Apparently people have not entirely bought this whole “the surge is working” propaganda frenzy.

Marking Time Meta (also known as shameless self-promotion) :

On the WordPress side of this blog, I have now written 173 posts, fitting into 47 categories, using 156 different tags. The MySpace side (same content usually) is older, with more total hits still, but it gets fewer hits each day, probably because the search engines don’t like MySpace as much.

And as for my own Nielsen ratings, here are my WordPress blog stats as of this writing:

Total Views: 14,480

Best Day Ever: 176 — Thursday, March 13, 2008

Views today: 69

FYI - that top viewing day last month was when I ran a link to the MySpace Music page of former New York governor Elliot Spitzer’s famous hooker, Alexandra Whatchamablowjob. Proof positive that in the online universe, sex still sells better than anything else. After that, death sells pretty well, too — as in the death of Charlton Heston ( if the large number of hits I’m getting this week for my Planet of the Dopes column is any indication).

Sex, Death and God. The three things we’re not supposed to talk about in polite company…

…but for me, almost the only things worth talking about at all…