Missing my record player

Multiple record players, that is. There’s something about 45s that I miss. Not necessarily the sound, since all the clicking and popping didn’t add much to the experience. Maybe it’s just the fact that you had to commit to listen to the whole record before loading up another one.


Posted October 20, 2012, under:

Listen to the mandolin rain

I have two appointments on my calendar, one for my regularly scheduled class, another for a class that just popped up that I may or not benefit from. They overlap (in time) by 15 minutes, and are 15 minutes apart (in space).

It all seemed like a good idea when I signed up for both of these thing, but now I’m thinking I don’t want to make it to either one of them. I’ll probably make it to both events, just to say I did, and feel like something got accomplished today. Or at least say I got a free lunch out of the whole thing.

The real problem lies in the classes I picked my freshman year in college.

But that’s a choice I made long ago.

[UPDATE] Listen to the banjo wind: just shuffling through LinkedIn, a friend posted about how easy it is to learn about the science of data. Read a couple of internet pages, and maybe sign up for a free coursera class (or two).

Will I ever learn? How loaded is that question?

Posted October 17, 2012, under:

There’s always a new kid in town

Yesterday, without even trying, I found a story written in The Daily Toreador by the editor of that publication. The story was about the key role played by Texas Tech’s defense in the upset victory over West Virginia University, a game the Red Raiders were expected not to win. A sports story, which leads me to assume that he started his stay at the paper in the sports department, although that is just an assumption.

I already knew what I wanted to know about the game, but was curious to see the game stories presented by the campus paper. It was worth the trip, if only to find out that the current editor of The Toreador is a guy by the name of Jose Rodriguez.

Plenty of thoughts and stories and soundbites quickly crossed my mind, but that’s neither here or there.

Good for him.

Posted October 16, 2012, under:

The end of the beginning

Twenty five years later, I finally understand what Huey Lewis was talking about in “I Want a New Drug.” But no, not really. I finally gave it a meaning. I finally came to the same conclusion, the way I would have gotten here even without knowing that song ever existed.

I want a new drug. One that is a panacea and a placebo all at once. One that will give me the clarity of all things in front of me while it puts them away in a closet or trash bin as needed. One that makes me forget everything I know while it keeps a record of all things I’ve seen and done.

One that doesn’t rely on science or foction or science fiction. A new drug with an old prescription.

And unlimited refills.


[UPDATE] It has been brought to my attention that Huey Lewis and the News still exists, but that their main objective is to be the best Huey Lewis and the News tribute band they can be.

Posted October 15, 2012, under: