This blog will host my ramblings about life. To be a bit more specific, I'll probably focus on these subjects: music, sports, food, the everyday beauty of life, and the comedy/tragedy/absurdity of our existence. That about covers it.
Wednesday, February 5, 2025
Random Notes from a Crank
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
Random Notes from a Crank
Watching Northern Exposure with all its Red Hook beer advertising reminds me of one of my favorite breweries. I drank my fair share of Red Hook ESBs and Long Hammer IPAs. Strangely enough, I drank lots of Red Hook, a beer made in Seattle, when I lived in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I've never seen it around these parts, unfortunately. And now they have all kinds of interesting IPAs that I can't get my hands on.
I searched for it on Binny's website, and all I got was squat.
I had forgotten how much I enjoyed that show, Northern Exposure. It has to be my favorite TV series of all time. I'm so glad Amazon made it available on Prime.
Because of a possible "wintry mix," the schools around here did not have have classes. All it did was rain. The silliness of people who aren't used to snow...
I've seen a trend recently of mid-size cities or larger cities making people their area's poet laureate. When did this move of laureating poets in places like Mobile and Mufreesboro start to happen?
I'm not against it or anything. In fact, I like it because it supports the artistic community, but I'm just wondering when this trend started.
Who started the laureating fire? And where else will it spread to?
NPR has an interesting article out about the "Nones," who are apparently the largest group in the US in regard to religion. I fit into that group because I'm a highly skeptical agnostic.
The article is "Religious 'Nones' Are Now the Largest Single Group in the U.S."
The good news to me is that this group is growing and they are likely to be liberal. In addition, apparently Evangelicals is a group that's shrinking. More good news.
Saturday, December 2, 2023
Random Notes from a Crank
I doubt I'm the only person in the U.S. who does this, but when I change from one pair of shoes to another pair of shoes, I often have the Mister Rogers song in my head.
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
Random Notes from a Crank
I was naughty this past week and didn't provide a Music Friday post. Bad blogger...
Jennier Rubin has a good op-ed piece in The Washington Post that should be read to figure out what extreme right-wingers and FauxNews is up to: "The GOP Is No Longer a Party. It's a Movement to Impose White Christian Nationalism."
Here's a significant ¶ to read: "In a real sense, the MAGA response is an effort to conserve power and to counteract the sense of a shared fate with Americans who historically have been marginalized. The right now defines itself not with policies but with its angry tone, its malicious labeling and insults (e.g., "groomer," "woke"), and its targeting of LGBTQ youths and dehumanization of immigrants. Right-wingers' attempt to cast their opponents as sick, dangerous and -- above all -- not "real Americans" is as critical to securing power as voter suppression."
Who the hell is using the term "groomer." That's sick.
The rhetorical dark arts that the right wing uses reminds of one of the better books I've in the past couple of years: America for Americans: A History of Xenophobia in the United States by Erika Lee.
Check Your Head by the Beastie Boys turned 30 this year. I would argue that it is the group's best album.
NPR has a feature on the album: "Why Beastie Boys' Check Your Head Album Still Matters 30 Years Later."
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Random Notes from a Crank
Then again, here is an article that provides good news for gun-control advocates.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
A Different Map of the US
In "A 'Whom Do You Hang With' Map of America," the author provides one map that uses the circulation of currency to show population mobility. The article is a fascinating read because the maps show us the parochialism of our movements.
Here are my observations on the blue-border bill-circulatin' map:
- The eastern dark blue border of the Missouri region, which includes southwestern Illinois, puts where I live right on the edge of psychologically siding with St. Louis or Chicago. This also can be seen by what baseball teams people root for. Where I live in East Central Illinois, Cardinals fans generally outnumber Cubs and White Sox fans (among the "locals").
- Indiana is all kinds of cut up by borders.
- I found it interesting that there is such a strong blue border down the middle of Wisconsin. Don't know what to think about that.
- There's a strong dividing line between Oklahoma and Texas. I've heard of this divide.
- In some respects, the blue borders among the original thirteen colonies indicate the traditional demarcations of the New England states, the Mid-Atlantic states, Virginia, the Carolinas, and Georgia.
The second map shows viewers what cell phone data has to say about who we hang with. Interestingly enough, the call data confirms much of what the dollar data lays out for us: that Oklahoma vs. Texas thing, the Missouri region, and the colonial parochial hangover. The cell phone data provides finer detail about the Deep South, however. Mississippi and Louisiana get aligned, and so do Alabama and Georgia. That makes sense to me. I've always considered Alabama more like Georgia than Mississippi.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Random Notes from a Crank
Another lesson I learned was "White folks crazy."
NPR had a story up recently about bias within a survey about young adult novels: "When A Popular List of 100 'Best-Ever' Teen Books Is the 'Whitest Ever.'"
Sherman Alexie has some things to say in "Why the Best Kids Books Are Written in Blood."
Recently I rediscovered a poem I really like, so I'm sharing it:
The Loon on Forrester's Pond
By Hayden Carruth
Summer wilderness, a blue light
twinkling in the trees and water, but even
wilderness is deprived now. "What's that?
What is that sound?" Then it came to me,
this insane song, wavering music
like the cry of the genie inside the lamp,
it came from inside the long wilderness
of my life, a loon's song, and there he was
swimming on the pond, guarding
his mate's nest by the shore,
diving and staying under
unbelievable minutes and coming up
where no one was looking. My friend
told how once in his boyhood
he had seen a loon swimming beneath his boat,
a shape dark and powerful
down in that silent mysterious world, and how
it had ejected a plume of white excrement
curving behind. "It was beautiful,"
he said.
The loon
broke the stillness over the water
again and again,
broke the wilderness
with his song, truly
a vestige, the laugh that transcends
first all mirth
and then all sorrow
and finally all knowledge, dying
into the gentlest quavering timeless
woe. It seemed
the only real and only sanity to me.