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The Music of our Lives

We are all, to some degree madly in love with ourselves. The mirror hung on the wall is greeted with a smile in the mornings and our blogs, our twitters and our facebooks brag of achievements monumental only to ourselves. Our triumphs and tragedies go unnoticed by the masses.

But, what if?

What if a big-time studio bought the rights to your life’s story?

Would it adequately document the memes of our age?

Would your hopes and fears and fights and loves and successes and suffers translate well to the Silver Screen? Continue reading


February 12, 2010 Posted by | Rambles | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Germany’s Chances 2010

I posted these following paragraphs to my old and now long dead blog in the summer of 2006. Excited at the success of my adopted country’s showing in the World Cup, I wrote with a fervor generally reserved for the fanatic. It’s not the only piece I wrote about Germany’s football team and the cracked road to glory, but in its elation, you might discern my upset just one day later. Continue reading

February 10, 2010 Posted by | Rambles | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Saturday and the Music of the Dead

So I’m sitting here on Saturday afternoon writing with no aim other than to let my claws tickle the keyboard. It’s been over a week and my fingertips are clearing eight or nine days of dust away as they type. Daft Punk’s Tron Legacy theme has got some nice bass and the sub woofer’s making my cold glass of Pepsi do the Jurasic Park thing. Behind me and to the left I can hear my fiancé talking to strangers over Xbox Live while she races through some Italian or French metropolis with no regard to the lives of the e-people who live there.

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January 23, 2010 Posted by | Rambles | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Ramble 1

I wish I could meet Murphy, the guy who wrote all the Murphy’s Law idioms. I don’t mean Candice Bergen, although I wouldn’t mind rewatching a few episodes of Murphy Brown. Are they still funny? Were they ever? I had a dog named Murphy as a kid. He was huge. Irish Wolfhound. Big for an Irish Wolfhound. The UPS driver would never get out of his truck to deliver packages because Murphy was pony-sized and greeted every visitor with a toothy smile. Murphy would be a good name for a kid. If I ever have one. Not as good as Apollo. I think we’re not going to have kids because I insist that if he’s a boy, he’ll be named Apollo.

January 15, 2010 Posted by | Rambles | , , , , , | Leave a comment