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Today I met with my part-time intern Liz at my favorite local coffee shop. While we were hashing out ideas about adding improvements to my website and current marketing campaign, we got on the subject of computers. I had been complaining to Liz about the exorbitant cost of Apple's replacement accessories, specifically my Mac laptop wall charger. A new adapter costs $80. Outrageous! Well, my formerly-Apple-Store- employed intern agreed with my assessment; and, to my delight, she proclaimed that, if she ran the show, all accessory items coming with an Apple product would be replaced at no additional cost for the entire life of the original item. YESSS!!! This is the R.E.I. warranty model that I love! (Put that in your billion dollar pipe and smoke it, Steve Jobs!). But, then Liz went on to add that during her tenure at The Apple Store, an irate woman, upon hearing of the shocking cost of a charger replacement, threw the charger at Liz's face, hitting her square in the eye! Holy W.T.F., Batman!?!? My first question was, "are you serious?" Liz's reply was, "yes," delivered in that blase, disinterested tone she usually reserves when describing shocking events. My next question was, "didn't it hurt?" Again with, "yes." And I said, "didn't you press charges? Did you have this woman arrested?" That's when Liz added calmy and sardonically, "No. Both my parents are lawyers." I don't even know what that means, but I found it intimidating nonetheless. It has something to do with Liz's natural deadpan delivery.
I realized then that Liz is, indeed, one of the coolest people on Earth. For years, I've complained about the items that were hurled at me during my long tenure playing rowdy college bars and Irish pubs. I have no right to complain. If people are willingly and openly winging blunt objects at the eyeballs of young ladies in Apple Stores, then Whole Foods clerks and Starbucks baristas aren't safe either. Who will be next? Girl Scouts selling cookies door-to-door? Will an angry woman fling a carton of pricey Tag-A-Longs or Thin Mints at the cute countenance of a pre-teenaged girl? Is Steve Jobs costly adapter responsible for the state of the Universe? I guess we all need perspective once in awhile.
--TG
3:46am, post gig, officially Thursday, Nov. 11, 2010.
Let's get this started!
Hello All, sorry it's taken so long for me to start posting on this thing. I'm more accustomed to my journal and good old fashioned pen and paper. I guess I gotta suck it up and get with the times (at least a little bit).
More to come soon. Stay tuned....
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BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL!
Impressions from the White House Lawn After Bin Laden's Death
I remember being at The Capitol for Obama's inauguration, and I very keenly remember September 11, 2001 and the events that followed. Each of those times I had felt a solidarity with my fellow citizens--a swelling pride from inside my heart that warmed my belly--a sense of hope, unity--a glorious shout to the heavens that, "We are all human beings, and we are alive and seeking to be the best we can be! This is the America of our Forefathers!"
I did not get any of that earlier this morning, and I was really looking. This was an awkward mob comprised mostly of college students shouting things like, "Fuck Osama!!" and "This is What Happens when you Fuck with America!" followed by deafening chants of "U-S-A! U-S-A!" I saw some uniformed Army and Marines who had gone down to attend the gathering, and they were standing along the sidelines looking ambivalent. I can't know what they were thinking, but I imagine they had a sense that this was a trivial perhaps even insulting demonstration. A girl of about 20, stripped to her bra, was on her boyfriends shoulders waving a large American flag and screaming incoherently. The rest of the crowd would swell and abate depending on the proximity of the TV cameras, which would illicit the most shouting. This wasn't the Freedom movement of the 1960's, this was "let's get on TV!"
The spectacle was entertaining, but it was not inspiring or uplifting. In fact, it was embarrassing. It felt more like a Mardi Gras celebration from my Tulane Days--a bunch of college kids too young to accurately recall September 11 that had found a great excuse for blowing off steam from finals week. I know because twelve years ago, I was doing the same thing. It was a display of machismo and bravado ultimately aimed at glorifying the death of one man rather than providing a rallying point for a a sense of a victory or national pride. However, at about 3:40am, a young man of about 20-23 stepped into the dance circle and made some remarks about those that had lost their lives and friends of his that had lost their lives and families that has lost lives. That elicited some sobering calm for a few seconds but then, as if feeling self-conscious, he fell back on the tried and true "U-S-A! U-S-A!" chant, and someone from the crowd shouted, "Let them do some more breakdancing!"
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