Month: November 2004 (Page 2 of 3)

Bad Idea

I’m not a big fan of music remakes. If the original version of a song was relatively obscure, I can get down with a remake. But if the OG cracked the top 20, the remake generally sounds exactly like the song you enjoyed ten years ago, except with a new guitar solo or something tacked on. I think remakes of popular songs should be relegated to encore sets at concerts or B-sides of singles. Holiday songs are problematic, though. We would all go insane if there was only one version of “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” played repeatedly over the holidays. I have versions by The Pretenders, Coldplay, Diana Krall, The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and Mr. Hanky in my collection. (Even with this variety, you’re likely to go a little mental after one too many Christmas classics.) It is with these conflicting thoughts that I listened to Band Aid 20’s remake of “Do They Know It’s Christmas” today.
As I wrote last year, the original Band Aid’s “Do They Know It’s Christmas” is one of the few modern, pop, holiday classics. It was a song that fit the times it was recorded in, and the environment it was recorded in, perfectly. From the first note, you’re reminded of all that was good about the UK music scene back then. Despite that, it remains timeless. It was the first song of the 80s tribute binge. And it is legitimately a great song. The tune was remade in the late 80s, to little attention outside the UK, but Midge Ure and Bob Geldof decided to once again convene some of the top artists in the UK to record a new version on the 20th anniversary of the original. Members of Coldplay, Oasis, and Blur to name three bands convened last week to set the new version to tape. I couldn’t be more disappointed. Where the original captured the sounds of mid-80s British pop music, the new version is dull and generic. The original version had lively momentum that propelled the listener through the song to the triumphant closing chorus. The new version meanders along and completely loses the ending payoff. Being an issue song, the original possessed a passion that made you believe all these big stars were really down for the cause. This year’s effort doesn’t make me think these artists got together for anything more than good PR and a laugh. Arguably the biggest misstep of the new version is allowing Bono to sing the same lines he sang 20 years ago. I don’t object to him being included, since he is the biggest face in European music. However, I don’t understand how they let him sing anything but an exact reproduction of his ’84 shout to the masses, “WELL TONIGHT THANK GOD IT’S THEM, INSTEAD OF YOU!!!!” If he had cut lose again, I might be able to give it a star and a half out of five, but as recorded, this soulless, insipid version garners only half a star. Let’s hope it’s relegated to the dustbin of holiday tunes and the original version brightens your holiday season.

 

Tiny Nails Of Fury

When you become a parent, you quickly learn how many things can be harmful to your child. You plug up all your electrical outlets. You hide any decorative pieces that have sharp edges. You gather up all your assorted poisons and store them in one secure location. What none of the parenthood guides tell you, though, is that the most dangerous thing to your child is much more difficult to manage. Unless trimmed often and properly, your child’s fingernails can be a deadly weapon.
About once a week when we go to wake M. up, we’ll find her with a nasty gash someplace on her face. On a really bad day, she’ll have two cuts, which makes us look like the worst parents in the world. What’s maddening is you can trim her little nails, file the edges, and there’s still always one hidden, sharp point that she manages to gouge herself with while sleeping. Since she remains follicle challenged, the bright red lines stand out on her pale skin even more than they normally would. On occasion, she clues us in to where the trouble spots are before she does damage to herself. There’s nothing like holding a baby who’s falling asleep, lovingly looking at her while she squeezes your fingers, then suddenly feeling her little razor blade fingers rip through your skin. While you’re struggling not to scream, she’ll get another 2-3 slashes in before you can remove your hand from hers. Very good times.

I finally found an app that allows Mac users to upload pics to Blogger, as the pic I posted this morning shows. I’ll still be setting up albums at my .Mac homepage, but will be sharing individual pics here from time-to-time. In fact, I’ll post one from her in the high chair later today.

 

More Stupidity

It’s Kansas-Missouri football week, so I’m sure you can imagine how fired up everyone in my neighborhood is! At least M. and I are. We’re hosting a watch party for the local rivalry, Indiana and Purdue, so the girl and I will have to steal away to my office to check the score on the real game periodically.
I planned on writing something about the game Friday, including some props to the schools/Big 12 for getting the game back to it’s proper date: the Saturday before Thanksgiving. I argued this point a year ago, and pretty much every year the game bounced through the football calendar. This Saturday is the big, traditional rivalry weekend in college football. It makes sense for the Jayhawks and Tigers to be playing this weekend every year. Imagine my outrage when KU released their preliminary 2005 schedule yesterday and I next year’s edition will be played on October 29. To restate another traditional comment, the Big 12 sucks. If they can’t grant my wish of playing the game at its proper time, how about throwing me a bone and fixing the game in a specific weekend? I don’t care if it’s the first weekend of November, the third Saturday in October, whatever. I’d just like to know that if it’s weekend X, my alma mater is playing its biggest rival. Is that too much to ask?

 

Solid, Or At Least Semi-Solid

Last night we gave M. her first meal that was in a non-liquid form. A week shy of her four month birthday, she got a bowl of rice cereal! We knew it was about time to increase her nutritional intake, and after she woke every three hours Sunday night despite getting no nap in the evening and a huge bottle before bed, we bought a box of rice cereal, some baby spoons, and matching bowls. The directions for mixing up the cereal come with special “Baby’s First Feeding” instructions that are a much smaller portion than normal. I guess the kids don’t know what to do the first time they encounter a spoon and something thicker than formula and have trouble getting the cereal down. Not our kid! She didn’t fight the spoon at all. After about the third mouthful, cereal started flowing down her chin, but we spooned it right back in and she kept mashing it up and swallowing it down.
It was a double new experience as she was sitting in her high chair for the first time too. She leaned to the side, chomped on the oatmeal-like food and looked around to see what was going on. She ended up with it all over her face and bib, but she did manage to get about 2/3 of the bowl into her belly. We followed the cereal up with a full bottle, and for the next two-plus hours, she sat around like an adult after a Thanksgiving overindulgence. She had a dazed look on her face as if she had no idea what had happened. She didn’t smile, laugh, or interact much, just stared and blinked slowly. If she could talk, I think she would have said, “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!”
Despite our best efforts, she still only went about four hours into the night before waking and needing another bottle. After that, though, she did make it through to morning, and we in fact woke her up this morning when it was time to go to Grammy’s for the day. I think she’s ready for mashed potatoes next Thursday, but S. insists that I not even think of such things. As if she knows what M. wants!

 

First Trip To Conseco

Saturday night, I attended my first Pacers game at Conseco Fieldhouse in downtown Indy. I’ve long heard the buzz that Conseco was the best place to watch a game in the NBA, combining both the amenities of modern sports arenas with the feel of a classic fieldhouse setting. Although my experience was not typical, I did greatly enjoy my first visit to our local basketball palace.
A bank my father-in-law deals with offered him four tickets to Saturday’s game with the Knicks. When he called Friday to ask if I wanted to join him, I assumed since they were corporate seats, they would be pretty close to the court. When he handed me my ticket as we departed for Conseco, I saw that we would actually be sitting in a suite. Sweet! Free food, free drinks, away from the common riff-raff! (Please note: I consider myself riff-raff, although of the uncommon variety, so that’s a good thing to be called.) Joining us were one of my wife’s uncles and his son who were driving up from the IU-Penn State game. We waited for them in the large entryway which resembles a classic train station. There’s a large marquee that lists upcoming games and events above the ticket windows. Every few minutes, the numbers and letters on the marquee flip randomly before arriving back at their normal resting place. Think of a European train station changing arrival times, departure gates, etc. and the small cards that make up the words flipping to reach the correct point. Hard to describe, and my picture of the marquee didn’t turn out, but hopefully you get the idea. Just above the lobby, at the main entrance to the arena proper, a traditional pep band was playing songs you would normally hear during a college game. To our left, and below ground level, windows look down into the Pacers’ practice gym, where a few players were completing individual workouts. From our vantage point, you could look into the arena and see an entire side of the scoreboard, so you were able keep track of how much longer until the game started.
Our friends arrived and we made our way to our suite. There are two levels of suites at Conseco: one ringing the lower level, and a second that rests above the second level of seats, underneath the main balcony. We were located in the second level, straight up from one basket. We entered, made pleasantries with our hosts, grabbed some food, and then my wife’s 16 year old cousin and I grabbed the last two seats in the front of the suite. There were 12-14 true stadium seats in the front of the suite, with two high tables and barstools behind them. The suite was not full, so turned out there were plenty of good vantage points to watch the game. I wolfed down my sandwich just in time for tip-off. Despite our view being slightly obstructed by the massive NBA shot clock, we had a fairly good view. I would have liked to have been closer to the action, but I can’t complain since I got a free $50 ticket, free parking, and free food.
Conseco is well laid out for basketball. Sight lines are excellent. The seats are comfortable and well arranged. The pitch of the upper deck does not appear to be too severe. I’ve heard lots of good things about Missouri’s new Paige Sports Arena. I would be very interested to see it, as the plans for Conseco were originally to be used by MU to replace the Hearnes Center in the mid-90s. I understand some small adjustments were made, but the design is basically what was to be built in Columbia. Conseco definitely feels like a modern college arena. Despite holding over 18,000, it still has a fairly intimate feel. While calling it a Fieldhouse is pushing it (I think of Allen or Cameron when I think of Fieldhouse: bleachers, close to the floor, people cramped into tiny spaces) it does have an old school feel as well. Part of that is the effort made to play up the history of Indiana basketball. There are grainy photos of Pacers’ draft picks, All-Stars, championship teams from the ABA days in each hallway. There are quotes concerning basketball by famous Hoosiers inscribed into the walls. Our suite featured two photos: one, an old black and white photo of the interior of Hinkle Fieldhouse at Butler; the other of Reggie Miller shooting from the wing, with Spike Lee behind him, during one of his outbursts against the Knicks in New York. You definitely feel the weight of Hoosier basketball history when you stroll through Conseco.
Like most NBA teams, the Pacers work hard on in-game atmosphere. A cute blonde with an incredibly annoying voice “emceed” each timeout, directing shooting contests, stunt performances, and mascot hijinks. A DJ spun extended tunes during timeouts, and controlled the music during play. I knew I was in Indianapolis when the DJ introduced himself as “DJ Paul B” or something like that. No Funkmaster Flex here in the Midwest! We keep it simple. His choice of music was decent, though, and he kept the mostly young crowd into the game.
As for the game itself, the Pacers did what they’ve done in most of their games this season: they ran out to a big lead (21 points this time) and struggled to hold on down the stretch. Friday night they blew a 17 point lead in Philly and lost in overtime. The short bench they’ve been playing with (eight players suited up both Friday and Saturday) caught up to them in a week that had five games on the schedule. This was Ron Artest’s first home game after his two-game mini-suspension for all his madness last week. It was also his birthday, so the typically forgiving Midwestern crowd cheered when he was introduced for the starting lineup. Had I not been in a suite, I would have lustily booed him. Instead, I remained silent. I really like the way this team has been built, and they way they play before fatigue takes hold. Stephen Jackson looks to be as good as advertised. Fred Jones has expanded his game. James Jones can contribute off the bench. Jamaal Tinsley came back in better shape, both mentally and physically, than last year. He’s still far too careless with the ball and with shot selection, but he’s also learned how to tone it down some. Austin Croshere is a solid outside threat. Artest is one of the 10 best players in the league when he wants to play. And Jermaine O’Neal is showing that last year’s MVP vote tally was no joke. He’s turned into a true leader on and off the court. I won’t hold my breath for Jonathan Bender to ever be healthy or to contribute when he does, but getting Reggie Miller, Jeff Foster, Scot Pollard, and Anthony Johnson healthy will give Rick Carlisle an incredibly deep bench. And watch out, but the Pacers have routinely been scoring over 100 points a game. They’ve been giving up a lot, too, but their offense seems to flow much better than it did a year ago. There will be more detailed breakdowns of the Pacers in the months to come.
It was idiotic that it took me over a year to finally make it to Conseco. We just discovered last week my wife can get discounted Pacer tickets at work, so I trust I’ll make it back again this season. It definitely lived up to the hype, though. While I’d rather watch a game in a rustic, on-campus bandbox, if I have to live in an NBA city and follow that league closely, I might as well have an arena as nice as Conseco to call my own.

Pacers-Knicks Pics

Two quick notes about the pictures. First, the astute basketball fan will be able to find Larry Bird near the center of the pic named for him. He was sitting all the way across the arena, and that was as close as my camera could zoom. Also note the usher in the aisle behind him keeping people away. Secondly, Indy’s Spike Lee was a man in a Knicks sweatshirt (blue and orange in the pic) who stood for almost the entire game yelling at the refs and Pacers, cheering for the Knicks, and generally acting like a stereotypical, old school, East Coast hoops fan. He was great fun to watch!

 

Good News

I received confirmation this morning that I can start classes at IUPUI this January. Now I’ve not formally been admitted to the graduate program; I’ll be taking classes under the umbrella called “Graduate Non-Degree Program” which is a way for people to test out a course of study (and for the program to evaluate prospective students) before they go through the admissions process. I got the feeling it was a no brainer to get in at this point, since there’s no risk to the university so long as I pay my tuition, but it’s still fun to know I’m going to be taking a couple classes this spring. In addition to doing well on my GRE next month, it’s imperative that I do well in these courses. I need the professors to look at my undergrad GPA and say, “I’m shocked, this guy was one of the best students in my class” to give me an added boost when I drop the real application on them next year. Four weeks of intense GRE studying to go…
We had a baby-sitting snafu today, so I doubt I’ll be able to post some of the post-weekend stuff I had today. I attended my first Pacers game Saturday, so I’ve got pics and some info about that to share. I went with the red bean chili yesterday and feel like I made up for my poor effort on the white bean chili earlier this season. There’s probably a M. story or two I need to share as well. I’ll get to all of it when I can. In the meantime, remember to pour your beer on the curb for ODB tonight.

 

Me And My Shadow

For the past couple weeks, more and more people have said to me, “You know, M. is really starting to look a lot like you.” S. has a theory that roughly 90% of all first-borns end up looking like their father, so it appears we’re just living according to the odds. Also, I greatly resemble my mother, who was an attractive woman, so I know it’s not necessarily a bad thing that M. favors me.
What is strange, though, is to look into M.’s face now when she’s awake and interactive. I don’t see myself all that much. Or at least I don’t see the same image I see when I look in the mirror. I do see a strong resemblance to my baby pictures, though. It’s a very weird sensation to see something so familiar not just looking back at you, but also smiling, laughing, “talking”, or crying. Part deja vu, part movie, part dream. I suppose in time I’ll get used to a Mini Me running around, but it’s going to continue to take me aback for awhile. S. bases her theory on the idea that first-borns look like their dads to ensure the dads have a strong bond with their babies. In a vertigo-like way, that’s certainly happening in this house.
When she’s not keeping me awake all night (S. works tonight, so we’re in a Baby Fuss Watch), M. is really a happy baby. She has roughly three different laughs now, and it seems like she has control over them rather than simply making involuntary noises. She has a low grunt, a sharp squeal, and a half giggle. We have a tickle game we play with her in which she moves from the grunt to the squeal to the giggle as she gets progressively more worked up. She “talks” more and more. We can put her into her crib with the mobile on and she immediately smiles and laughs at the faces that rotate above her. When she hears familiar voices, she searches the room for the face to match, then grins when she finds it. We’ve took her to Mass Saturday night and held her in our arms. She looked around at the lights, the backlit stained glass, and smiled at all the people around us. Even last night at Costco when she was tired and cranky, we took her out of her seat to get her upright and she immediately started flirting with all the people who passed her by. The books and my pediatrician friend tell me that in the next few weeks she should start initiating interaction with people rather than just reacting. I have a feeling she’s going to be one of those kids that is everyone’s friend. I doubt she’ll be inheriting my shy genes.

Tuesday Randoms

One thing I’ve learned in the year plus that I’ve lived in Indianapolis is the local hang-up seems to be outsiders confusing our fair burg with a similarly named ville in the northern Midwest. People here can get quite testy when Indy and Minneapolis are confused. So I imagine hackles were up around the city when ABC used Jesse Ventura to do the opening for last night’s Colts-Vikings game. Sure, Minnesota was involved, but the game was here. Couldn’t they have used Babyface, a Letterman look-alike, or another of the nearly dozen national celebrities who are from here?
Great game, by the way. Is it just me or isn’t there a something kind of cool about the sport turning into the game many of us played growing up? You play for two hours, have no idea what the score is, and after trying to count up TDs someone finally says, “OK, next score wins.” That’s really what the NFL has become. To sum up, I hate parity, but I like games that go to the last possession. Go figure.
I’ve scheduled my GRE. December 8 is the big day.
I’m no fan of Wal-Mart, as I’ve subtly mentioned from time-to-time. I’ve not read any of the thick tomes on why the company is evil, but have read some shorter works on the subject. Is it just me, or are more and more Wal-Mart commercials focused on what a great company they are, how they give to the less fortunate, etc. rather than price-slashing ads? Perhaps all the negative publicity is gaining momentum, not to mention competition from Target and Costco.
Long-time readers of the blog will recall my visit to Pauley Pavilion on the campus of UCLA just about a year ago. In the last week, I’ve received two pieces of mail detailing ticket packages available for UCLA games this year. OK, I know being a college team in LA ain’t easy, between 1,000,000 things you can do other than go to a game and the notoriously front-running LA fans jumping off the bandwagon of a program that’s down a little. But do they really need to try to get people in Indiana who attended one exhibition game to buy tickets?
The Mighty University of Kansas Jayhawks are ranked #1 in the AP’s preseason college hoops poll. KU has not been ranked #1 to start the season since Wilt Chamberlain was strolling to classes in Strong Hall. How many women do you think Wilt had slept with by 1957, and how many do you think he slept with that year? Keep in mind, his rough estimate was 20,000 women by 1991.
Last three songs iTunes has spat out at me:
“Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” Elton John and Kiki Dee
“It’s Funky Enough” The D.O.C.
“She’s a Jar” Wilco

 

Important Anniversary

I remember exactly where I was. Sitting on my dorm room bed, reading Newsweek or Time, avoiding studying. The TV was on, but the volume turned down. I looked up and saw Tom Brokaw talking and wondered what was going on at 2:00 in the afternoon that required him jumping on air. I turned the TV and heard that the world as we knew it had changed. Most importantly, I realized my freshman folly of taking Russian could come to an end: the Cold War was over! I dropped that class the next day.
I would imagine the majority of Americans our age think the most important thing to happen in our lifetimes is 9/11. I understand and respect that view, but the fall of the Berlin Wall was a far bigger event, changing the way roughly 1/4 of the world was governed and altering the way the US looked at the world for threats. With the exception of the odd Romanian dictator and his wife, the revolution was largely bloodless.

 

I’m Through

I’m done with the politics for the time being. I’ve got 1200 words down for my final piece, but over the weekend I decided to think about/do other things. It didn’t help that M. kept me up until 6:00 AM this morning, meaning even though I slept until noon, I’m only working on about four hours of sleep. I’m still bitter about things, but it’s time for me to move on and concentrate on the important stuff in life, like getting my daughter to stay awake during the day and sleep at night, college hoops, and stinging pop culture commentary. I guess 51% of the country will be pleased by this news.
Friday night’s Indiana-Boston NBA game was a midwest hoops lover’s delight. On one court, Jamaal Tinsley, Scot Pollard, Paul Pierce, Raef LaFrentz, and Ricky Davis. No one had an exceptional game, which seems about right.
Another Ben Affleck movie, more shitty reviews. When is he just going to turn down all scripts and focus on hosting Saturday Night Live once a year and appearing at Fenway with hot actresses? He should be better than this, shouldn’t he?
NFL celebrations are getting out of hand. Someone is going to get shot soon, aren’t they? I know Terrell Owens is a confident lad, but why do you ever provoke Ray Lewis? His buddies killed a guy, for crying out loud. I think touchdown celebrations are fine, as long as they stay in the end zone. When you start running to midfield, you deserve to get clocked. It’s ironic that with all the old timers complaining about showboaters, it was the Redskins’ Fun Bunch that started choreographed celebrations in earnest during the early 80s. The Fun Bunch was always about the team celebrating together, not one player drawing attention to himself at the expense of his teammates. What maddens me are the players who treat a regular catch like a 98 yard touchdown. They can go over the middle, get laid out, hold on to the ball for a gain of seven, be short of the first down, and jump up gesticulating like they made the greatest play ever. D-backs who pop a receiver after a gain of 30 need to shut their traps too. I blame Greg Hill for all the nonsense that goes on after mundane plays. I think if you celebrate between the end zones, you need to do it with your teammates. Go back and chest/head bump your blockers, high five the other receivers. Drop the wannabe Michael Irvin acts. Chances are you’re not nearly as good as Irvin was anyway. Once you get into the end zone, do all the backflips you want.
Along those lines, I love how everything Terrell Owens does elicits the question of whether he went over the line or not. “Terrell Owens gives Thanksgiving turkeys to inner city kids in Philly. Has he gone over the line???” Terrell is a very good receiver. I think he’s a notch below Moss and Harrison, mostly because he is so selfish that he distracts from the rest of the team and is a locker room problem waiting to happen. Moss has had his share of issues too, but he’s so damn good he makes up for it. There’s just enough inconsistency in TO’s game to always leave a door open for critics. People need to settle down and not treat every TO outburst as a national crisis, though.

 

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