Also, more insufferable: those parents who brag that their children don’t watch TV? Or those children 13-20 years from now when they’re trying to make friends and they say, “Sorry, I didn’t grow up with a TV in my house”?
Happy nine months to my son Patrick, shown here watching Sesame Street and eating puffs, wearing a shirt reminiscent of a gay Canadian stripper from the 1980’s. The most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen is watching you learn and explore new things. The least fascinating thing I’ve ever see is you standing on the side of your playpen, screaming at me for 15 minutes straight in the morning as I get ready for work while I plead with you, “Please, I just need three more minutes!”
Mommy and Daddy will miss you this weekend and early next week when we’re in Dublin, but that’s why they have all that Guinness.
I would pay literally USD $5,000,000 for someone to come to my apartment and teach me how to play George Michael’s “Freedom ‘90” on the piano. Note that I have no formal training in piano, but through a series of YouTube clips, I taught myself to play a passable version of the outro of “Layla” when I was in hyper procrastination mode while finishing 236 LBS OF CLASS VP.
PS - This video is FANTASTIC. Brings me back to being 11 years old and thinking, “Something about this is appealing to me, and I feel something going on in my crotch. Not sure of much more than that, but definitely sure about liking this and the crotchal-area stirring.”
I finally, mercifully, finished all five books in the Game of Thrones series. I bought all five in one bundle for my Kindle, so that when I started, it said that I had about 80 hours left of reading. Here are a few NON-SPOILER takeaways:
1) The start of the fourth season of the TV show is going to be awesome. Wow.
2) I could not care less about Bran’s story (which, by the way, got pretty weird). I mean, Brandon Stark? More like borophyll? AMIRITE?
3) Speaking of shit getting weird, what the eff with Arya?
4) I am only vaguely, possibly 60% aware of everything that went down from about the middle of book four until the end of book five. Once you get past the 150 main character mark, it gets a little hard to follow. This is especially true with all the Daenerys stuff.
That’s all I can really get into without giving anything away. One thing I will say is that I would not recommend reading the books. I don’t read as much as I used to and it took me forever to get through these (provided, they are almost 5000 pages altogether). My main issue is that the show does a good job of distilling the most important characters and their storylines, whereas - I’m not joking - there are about 150 main characters by the end of book five; as a writer, the thing I am most amazed by is how the eff did this author name all these people? (I usually look on Facebook for character names.)
Any non-spoiler thoughts?
This is nice; I’m honored to be included on a list like this. And to this day, every time I see this cover, I really wish I’d gotten the author photo with the custom-made replica suit for the back of the book. Maybe for the reprints.
As many of you know, I spend an inordinate amount of time reading and writing in the shower. Late afternoon on Saturday, I headed out to New Jersey to hang out with two buddies, one in from London, and to go to the NY Red Bulls game. My wife sent me the attached photo, saying that about an hour after I left for NJ, Patrick crawled across the apartment, down the hall, and plopped himself in front of the bathroom door. There, he sat yelling and banging on the bathroom door – because he thought I was in there and he wanted me to come out.
Isn’t the song “Cats in the Cradle” about a dad who doesn’t spend enough time with his son because he’s always reading and writing in the shower? I mean, yowzers. Looks like I might have to start reading and writing in, say, the living room, like all you normals.
Very excited that tomorrow evening is the first installment of the Gentlemen’s Listening Series. You see, a buddy who recently got married decided to use some wedding cash not to repay wedding costs but to buy an incredibly expensive and awesome stereo system – never mind the fact that he lives in a 300 sq ft apartment in Manhattan and he has to keep one of the subwoofers on 0.5 (even 1 is too loud). A few weeks ago, I went over his place to listen to the stereo and my god, it was worth every penny. It’s something I hadn’t really considered before, but nowadays 99.9% of the music I listen to is via my headphones, on my laptop or in a public place like a bar or restaurant. Long gone are the days when our parents would sit in the basement, listening to records start to finish on a stereo system, getting high.
Long gone – UNTIL NOW. In our inaugural Gentlemen’s Listening Series, we’ve picked an album that we’ll listen to start to finish, while we drink beers and talk about what it means to us – sort of like a book club for dudes who like AC/DC and talk about how they used to get laid a lot before they got married or settled down (author’s note: none of the dudes actually got laid a lot). Because this is our debut GLS, we considered primarily debut albums and decided upon Led Zeppelin I. This is for several reasons:
1) It’s Led Zeppelin. There is no more dude rock band.
2) Zeppelin’s sound would change over time, but they sound 90% fully formed Led Zeppelin in Led Zeppelin I. Compare this to, say, the Beatles, who went from “I Want to Hold Your Hand” to “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” in four years.
3) There are not many stronger first songs on debut albums than “Good Times Bad Times.” That doesn’t say “We’ve arrived” – it says, “We’re here, we’re going to rock your balls off, and then we’re going to eff your girlfriend.”
I will let you know how it goes but I am pretty sure it’s ok for me to start talking applications for Gentlemen’s Listening Series clubs in other cities across the world. Please inquire within (but only if you know how to rock).