He always projected an eerily otherworldly aura even when you saw him in the flesh, and his music reflected that. Even when you felt that you knew him--as people often do when they are fans of a particular artist—you didn’t. Like any genius, he was a man out of time and space who did not move with the rest of the world but instead created his own. This much was recognizable instantly.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
I wasn’t even supposed to be at the Spectrum on Tuesday, December 9, 1980. My original plan was to catch Bruce at the Boston Garden on December 15 or 16, but between exam schedules and difficulty getting a ticket, I had to settle for an 8-hour bus ride to Philadelphia. I had never really been to Philly before, though I grew up only a couple hours’ drive from the City of Brotherly Love. And I had only traveled long distance by bus a handful of times. This trip was definitely going to be an adventure.
Friday, December 28, 2012
In the glorious tradition of Matt Groening and without further ado, my brief and to-the-point list of Forbidden Words for 2012. Feel free to contribute your own.
Let’s do this. No, let’s not and say we did.
Game changer. Not every situation requires a sports metaphor. Really.
Epic – The overuse and misuse of this word drives me absolutely bonkers as it’s usually performed by semi-literate folks trying to sound educated and actually doing the opposite.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Since I first became aware of this thing called Twitter back in 2008, I have questioned its value, just as I would with any new gadget or any trend in our cultural zeitgeist. I am by nature a contrarian, one who is not inclined to go along with something new just because it’s “the latest thing.” It’s not that I won’t come around eventually—I often do—but I require demonstrable proof of worth before jumping on the proverbial bandwagon. That’s because I really don’t believe in bandwagon-jumping in general. Performing an action because it’s being marketed to you, because someone is spending a great deal of time and effort to get you to buy into it, just doesn’t seem logical to me, and never has. I guess part of this mentality was formed by my own personal circumstances, and by growing up in Washington DC in the 70s, a period of intense cynicism and self-interest. My father was a lawyer, and I learned fairly early on that I had better have my facts down if I wanted to hold my own with him. Dealing with him was often difficult because he had a brilliant mind and rarely lost an argument, legally or otherwise. He would hold forth on and we would all be forced to listen whether we wanted to or not. It got so that I would take the opposite point of view whenever I talked to him just to antagonize him, just to get his attention at all. It became a defense mechanism, one that did no good for our father-daughter relationship and which made forming any sort of personal relationship very tricky. I spent years keeping people at arm’s length because of my argumentative nature, because of habits formed around the dinner table. But I gained a great deal of respect for facts in the process.
Friday, November 23, 2012
1) Backup generators don’t necessarily go to those who need them most, and sometimes they don’t work. Several hospitals lost generator power due to being flooded. How is it possible no one thought this would happen, especially at the Shore? Also, it is not mandatory for gas stations, grocery stores and cellular towers to have backup generators. How is this not a security issue? And then there are the people with generators in their vacation homes while entire buildings were in the dark.
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Posted by LisaF at Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I guess I haven’t done one of these in a while. The reasons why are too many and too complicated to get into, and maybe you’ll hear about them at some future time. Today, however, I’m just interested in getting a few things off my chest, so to speak. I apologize in advance for sounding a bit whiny, but it has been a long, hot summer down here on the Jersey Shore. So without further ado, some random observations:
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Yeah it is not pleasant being buried in the white stuff not once but twice in a week. It’s no fun walking in snow up to your thighs, having the current indoor temperature be lower than it will be in a couple months outside. Yeah, life in the Garden State is far from perfect, and, as a transplant from elsewhere, I'll be the first to say so. People love dumping on New Jersey, and there are lots of things to complain about. But there must be a reason why it’s the most densely populated state in the country. Here are a few that spring to mind: