Dave Brubeck
August 26, 2006
At a youthful 86, Dave Brubeck is still touring and playing music for audiences. If you ever have the opportunity to see him perform, I would highly suggest taking up the chance to see a musical genius/legend at work. In fact, I’d say the price of admission was worth it just to hear Mr. Brubeck tell stories and explain the origins of a certain song. I only hope that if/when I make it to his age, I am still as mentally sharp and funny. The highlight of the evening came at the encore when Dave Brubeck and his quartet played lullaby. It was almost like an entire audience being put to sleep by their grandfather.
Yet Another Blog
July 27, 2006
So, it seems that everyone with internet access and a keyboard has their own blog. That’s right, not even a monitor is required. In fact, if you plug your keyboard directly into a phone jack and start typing, I’m certain your recap of what you did for lunch will be posted somewhere on the internet. What’s more, if I remember correctly, I already had about five or six blogs before I opened up a new account here, all of which I update every…never. I guess what I’m trying to say is that there is absolutely no reason that I should start a new blog. I already have my fair share, and the world definitely doesn’t need another person to talk about pointless celebrity gossip or share their views about international conflicts or satisfy some exhibitionist urges by writing as if they’re unaware that their personal diary is open to be read by everyone on the internet.
However, as much as I want to spare everyone from another blog in an already endless ocean of blogs, I have trouble suppressing my urge to talk aimlessly about nothing. I guess that’s why I always had “Talks too much” as a comment on my report cards from elementary school through high school. So, with that said, here’s to another blog that no one will read. Maybe I’ll make someone laugh along the way, accidentally get myself fired, or shame my entire family by posting pictures of myself doing something so embarrassing that it should never be put anywhere near a computer let alone posted online.
Assuming I don’t forget this exists or just get even more cripplingly lazy, this will be yet another place for me to say absolutely nothing in the form of run-on sentences, grammatical errors and meandering thoughts.
Hooray!