Go Rockies?

With our beloved Twins not heading to the postseason this year (and probably not for another 3-5 years) one must find another team to root for.

How about the Colorado Rockies?

They've come out of nowhere to win 11 straight and pull with in 2 games of the NL West and just 1 game of the Wild Card. For a mid-market team that few people thought would go anywhere this year that's pretty good. Matt Holliday is having a killer season and they even have former Twins like Mark Redman, LaTroy Hawkins and Ramon Ortiz on their squad.

Here's hoping for a Cleveland/Cubs, Cleveland/Philly or Cleveland/Colorado World Series. Anything else and I'm probably not tuning in.

On the redistribution of wealth

"If all the world's wealth were redistributed there would still be two kinds of people: those who would use it and replace it because they could earn the replacement, and those who would use it and then be just as poor as ever."

—Ralph Winter

Better late than never?

You weren't asking for it but here it is anyway:

JB & CD Podcast episode #3

We actually recorded this more than a week ago so I apologize for the untimeliness (that's a word right?)

WARNING: This picture will make you fall over with it's adorableness

Pagitt on Yoga

Pagitt is just being Pagitt here. Nothing terribly exciting. I thought McArthur was pretty evenhanded (Yoga = Exercise OK, Yoga = Spiritual practice not so OK). There's the usual firestorm going on on Pagitt's blog, my favorite comment being this one:

Thanks Doug for giving us another reason to preach against emergent theology. I'll add it to the long list.

Revisiting dumb lyrics

Oh John Mayer how I loathe thee. Is it your hook-laden vacuous songwriting? Your almost impossibly dopey face? Your reputation as a soulful poet? Ixnay on the last one. No amount of dating Jessica Simpson's is going to convince me that you aren't just feigning an aura of faux sensitivity to score with the ladies.

"Oh but he's such a great guitar player..."

Oh please. Do the majority of John Mayer fans listen to him for his great guitar work? I mean if that were truly the case wouldn't we be seeing a lot more 17 year old girls with Django Reinhardt on their iPods? Mayer's got chops but dang if I've ever heard him use those in any of his hit songs. If you want to impress me Johnny why not spend a little less time going after Hollywood starlets while thinking up filthy things to sing and a little more time—oh I don't know—playing your guitar?

Anyway the point here isn't to rag on John Mayer the man all day long (but boy was that fun!) rather we're here to examine his very dumb lyrics.

Your Body Is A Wonderland
(this song would be more dirty if I wasn't so distracted by how lame it really is)

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two

Yeah I thought we could maybe order Fantastic Four 2 on the SpectraVision and raid the mini-bar!

One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you

Uh, I don't think that's really necessary.

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain

Well I have been exfoliating. Thanks for noticing!

One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

Please refrain from chewing on my tongue.

And if you want love
We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets

A sea of blankets? What did a JoAnn Fabrics tanker run aground?

Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be awhile

I really hope not.

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland

I guess the parenthesis make it okay?!?

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase

Yeah whatever you creepy, baggy-eyed goon!

You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

Do you really want to leave your hand behind my head as I fall asleep? How will you be able to get up in the middle of the night to write another horrible, horrible song without waking me?

Damn baby
You frustrate me

Whoa, are you Barry White all of a sudden?

I know you're mine all mine all mine But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Don't tell me—that came right out of your Junior High poetry notebook?

Da da dup ba da da da
Ba ba dup ba la la la
Ba ba dup ba ba da da
Ba ba dup ba da da da
Ba ba dup ba ba da da
Ba ba dup ba da da da
Ba ba dup ba ba da da
Ba ba dup ba da da da

Wow, this is the most intelligent thing you've said so far.

In conclusion this a very bad song. I know he's allegedly your hero but I think I would have rather listened to Steve Ray Vaughan tune his guitar than this.

Houston we have a title

JB & CD Podcast Episode 2

I've finally posted episode number 2 of the JB & CD Podcast. We actually recorded it last friday night but I've been wrestling with iWeb trying to get the "enhanced" version to publish. I think I finally got it working so if you've have an AAC compatible device (basically iTunes or an iPod) check it out. Oooooh pictures!

You can also subscribe to the feed through iTunes (which I'd highly recommend).

Kind of a dull episode this time I realize but hey—we're still trying to figure this all out.

Forget the iPhone!

I've been crying out for an iPod with true PDA functionality for some time now. I'm also somewhat surprised Apple has crammed as much into this thing as they have. With built-in Wi-Fi/Web browsing, YouTube, contacts, calendars, videos and photos it's essentially an iPhone sans-phone. I guess by reducing the price of the iPhone substantially (boy is that going to tick some people off and delight others) they don't see the iPod touch eroding that market too much. I'm also liking all the blank space in the middle of the screen—hopefully that means even cooler features down the road.

Needless to say the 16 gig model will be my next iPod—I'd say it's about time to upgrade from my current 1st generation version.