Blue Skies Forever: January 2006

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Thinking Positive

The other day, we were getting ready to play a game of basketball when we felt a rather painful twinge in our lower back. Now this was nothing new--these twinges have been coming and going for the last six months or so. Accustomed as we've become to the nuisance, we were nevertheless frustrated.

"Damnit!" We said. "We've got a bad back."

Just then, a not-so-little bird landed on our shoulder, sending us sprawling across the gym floor and aggravating the pain immensely. We blacked out.

"Don't we know you somehow?" We asked after coming to.

"Of course," said the bird. "I'm Blitz!"



Blitz, the official mascot of the NFC Champion Seattle Seahawks



"And you need to learn to be more positive. You don't have a BAD BACK, you have a GOOD FRONT!"

Blitz and ourself got to talking--about backs, fronts, life, and the power of positive thinking.

"You know, Damon," he told us, "I didn't expect this. Last March, my friend Biz and I began planning for our Super Bowl party, Biz & Blitz's XL Blitz & Biz."




"But now it turns out I'm headed to Detroit. And I'll tell you this much--that Roethlisberger kid is going down."

You heard it here first, folks:

Seahawks 31
Steelers 14

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Recommendations: Movie, Music, and Book

Greetings, Friends!

Below are our recommendations. Enjoy!

MOVIE: MY BREAKFAST WITH BLASSIE

Andy Kaufman's response to Louis Malle's My Dinner with Andre, My Breakfast with Blassie was filmed without a script at Sambo's, a Hollywood diner. Kaufman and Freddie Blassie, a former wrestler and the self-proclaimed King of Men, discuss many things, such as the importance of washing one's hands, the vagaries of wrestling, and the demands of stardom, as well as Japan, the Shah of Iran, and herpes. An aburdist delight.


Blassie: What are you gonna have?
Kaufman: Well, um...
Blassie: I’m not much one for steak. I hate steak.
Kaufman: uh-huh.
Blassie: Chicken I only like the white meat.
Kaufman: I dunno—I guess I’ll just have eggs or something
Blassie: yeah, that sounds good
Kaufman: Or maybe pancakes, or
Blassie: Pancakes, eh, they’re not too good for you.
Kaufman: Why not?
Blassie: Like eating a bunch of dough.
Kaufman: Really?
Blassie: Really, yeah, nah,
Kaufman: What about French Toast or Waff—?
Blassie: French Toast, same thing. Don’t eat any—too much bread.
Kaufman: Waffles?
Blassie: Waffles, the same thing.
Kaufman: Well, what’s good then?
Blassie: [laughs] Why don’t you have some turkey, then?
Kaufman: Oh yeah, for breakfast, though? This is breakfast.
Blassie: Oh yeah, that’s right.
Kaufman: Yeah
Blassie: Well, see, I mean, in my business, I mean, you eat breakfast any time of the day, whenever you wake up. So I’m accustomed to eating turkey all hours of the time, makes no difference.
Kaufman: Well, you know wha—
Blassie: You gonna have some eggs?
Kaufman: Is it alright with you if I, if I, uh, take off my jacket?
Blassie: Certainly. I mean, we’re friends of long standing. You can do anything you want. You want to get up and dance a jig, you can dance a jig.
Kaufman: OK
Blassie: Do anything.
Kaufman: OK
Blassie: Been a long time since we seen each other. You’re doing real well.



"The reason I don't like to shake hands with nobody is I don't know if they've been to the men's room, been to the toilet, and their finger went right through the tissue...and I'm gonna shake hands with these pencil-neck geeks?! Some guys only use two or three tissues...I use a half a roll if I've got to go...I'll be darn sure my hand don't go through...plus the fact that I scrub underneath my fingernails very good and everything...but what the hell are we talkin' bout that for? We're eating breakfast...But everything's going real well for you. I'm very happy for you."



"Just because I gave you the autograph, then you keep sitting there...I shouldn't have given you the autograph...Why can't you let people have privacy; we're just like you. We're human beings...I didn't start bothering you...I don't really care...I don't need you, OK?...You know they say always be nice to them on the way up because when you come down you'll need them, well I'm not coming down so what would I need you for?"


(Note: If you want My Breakfast with Blassie on DVD, it's only available as the B-side of I'm From Hollywood, a documentary about Andy Kaufman's wrestling exploits in the South.


MUSIC: JANUARY 11 ROADHOUSE, "MARTIN LUTHER KING AND THE SONGS OF FREEDOM--HOW GOSPEL MUSIC INSPIRED A MOVEMENT."

Those of you who are familiar know that every Wednesday from 6 to 9 PM Pacific Time, Greg Vandy's Roadhouse on Seattle's KEXP features a great collection of Americana--blues, soul, gospel, bluegrass, folk, zydeco, etc.

We particularly enjoyed his show on January 11th, entitled "Martin Luther King and the Songs of Freedom--How Gospel Music Inspired a Movement." Songs by The Staple Singers, Nina Simone, Alabama Christian Movement Choirs, and others are interspersed with speeches by King and others, and Vandy also interviews composer, historian, and civil rights movement participant Bernice Johnson Reagon. The archived show will be up for only another week, so get it while you can. However, we always recommend the archived Roadhouse shows. You can find them here, by using the drop down menu under programs to select "Roadhouse". Of course, you can listen to them live at the aforementioned time simply by visiting KEXP and clicking the "listen live" link.


Bernice Johnson Reagon




BOOK: ADVENTURES IN ARABIA

Much has been written over the last several years on the lack of understanding between the United States and pretty much every Middle Eastern country except Israel. Unfortunately, Rick Steves, the person most qualified to give us these societies through the eyes of a tourist, has not seen fit to take his show further East then Turkey.



Go east, young man!


Thus, we rewind almost 80 years to Adventures in Arabia, by William B. Seabrook. Seabrook travelled to Arabia simply for the pleasure of it, and recounts what he saw and heard with a child's skepticism. Here are a couple of excerpts:

On the camel, generally:

He has the combined malice and stupidity of the worst type of "jarhead" Georgia mule. He is as ugly as sin, and he does not belie his appearance. His black heart is filled with a vicious and melancholy hatred. He frequently stinks, or rather his breath does, like ten thousand constipated devils. And one of his favorite tricks is to vomit his vile greenish cud explosively in the face of the man who may be seeking to do him a kindness. He will bite you, not in anger as high-tempered horses sometimes do, but in casual, cold contumacy. If you are lying asleep, he will walk out of his way to step on your face. A dying camel has been known to drag himself for miles to a spring, not to drink there--so the Arabs take oath--but so that his carcass might pollute the water and poison those who come to drink afterward. If there is a ditch or pit, he will seek it out and fall in, breaking his legs if need be, merely to inconvenience his master. He is lazy and treacherous. Nobody loves him--not even Allah, the Merciful, the Compassionate.

Recounting a story he heard of the heroics of the Druse Sultan Pasha:

Meantime, the French had sent three tanks to take the prisoner to Damascus...As we continued to ride twoard them, Sultan Pasha's power surged suddenly within him. With a great shout he urged his white mare into a gallop, and then into a run. When he reached the plain, he was riding on, nearly a quarter of a mile ahead, full tilt, against the first tank.

He was fired on, but escaped untouched, though four bullets went through the folds of his abba. The top lid of the tank had been left open because of the heat. Throwing away his gun, Sultan Pasha rode his horse at full speed against the tank, leaped from the saddle on top of it and with his sword slew the captain and lieutenant who were inside. In his battle fury he was not content to kill with a single downward stroke. Twenty sword thrusts were found in the captain's body afterward.


Wednesday, January 11, 2006

My Bologna Has a Second Name--It's S-T-E-W-A-R-T!

Let's hear you make a chant out of that one, Gwen! Holla back at us, girl!



Blue Skies 4-eva!



Greetings, Friends!

And welcome to the First Annual Blue Skies Forever Stewart-off! This idea was born when we came across a headline reading "Stewart to Replace Rock as Host of Oscars." Immediately, our mind went into overdrive. Stewart? Stewart? Who could that be?

Strangely, we did not think of Jon. Further, we must admit our disappointment that he was the Stewart selected. After all, we can see him any weeknight. But what about all of the underappreciated Stewarts out there? Surely there is an audience for them, no? Thus, we decided to hold our own selection process to see which Stewart should host the Academy Awards. The results might surprise you.

Without further ado, we present the First Annual Blue Skies Forever Stewart-off:






Number 6: Rod Stewart

A 1970s sex symbol. Dragon above, Dragon below!






Number 5: Tony Stewart

The favorite of Academy moderates, Stewart had the potential to win over that elusive demographic, the NASCAR Dads.






Number 4: Patrick Stewart

He's more than just the guy you picture on the other side of that gloryhole.






Number 3: Martha Stewart

On next week's "Martha Stewart's Living", Gwen Stefani will be paying a visit. Watch as the Harajuku Girls and Martha's yes-people make things out of bananas, while Gwen seranades them with an a capella version of "Don't Speak." Plus, Gwen dresses up the girls in tracking bracelets to match Martha's.






Number 2: Dave Stewart

Actual behind-the-scenes Academy conversation, jotted down by intrepid reporter Pinto:
James Lipton: I would have preferred Jimmy, but Dave won 22 games in 1990. I think he may still have it.
Uma Thurman: (sighs) Well, at least he'll be better than that other Dave.
Carrot Top: (Laughs uproariously)






And the winner of the First Annual Blue Skies Forever Stewart-off is...



French Stewart!

Threeve

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Science Man: My Visage Reclamation Project

We received the following e-mail from Science Man:


Dear Damon,

I hope this message finds you well. I apologize that I have been incommunicado for so long. And incommunicado is the right word, for I am in Latin America!

2006 is upon us; may it bring only the best to you and your readers. Indeed, my hopes are high, for I can look back at 2005 as a year of lessons. I experienced debilitating loneliness while studying in Berlin, survived an assassination attempt, was expelled from equestrian camp, and failed in my pursuit of a certain beauty. I now realize that, despite my talents, the monastic life of the academic is not for me. Nor is the single-minded pursuit of romance. 'Tis pigeon-hearted to be cold-hearted, no doubt, but there are better ways to warm that organ than with the song of the sylph.

Thus, looking forward, I have decided to travel south, to that "other" America, to discuss with some close friends how I might re-apply myself to struggles for the collective good.

Attached you will find two photographs. As you know, in 2005, the face of my doppelganger, John Bolton, was all over the news--so much so that many now think I am him, and associate me with Condoleezza Rice (with whom he is often pictured) and the Bush Administration. To combat these popular misconceptions, as well as to celebrate my renewed commitment to justice and solidarity, I shall be sending photographs regularly. Consider it my visage reclamation project.

Your friend,
Science Man


Congratulating my good friend Evo on his victory




Hugo is like family to me