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Sports, searches, and Sister Sledge
I guess my previous entry made it clear that I don't care for baseball much, or baseball players. Well, I'm consistent: I feel the same way about other sports too.
I mean, I'm impressed that the athletes can do the things they can do ... but for once, I don't envy them that. I envy just about anyone else who has a skill I don't have (that's a very large set, I might add), but not athletes. They simply do not register on my scales of Important Things.
(Which is why it surprises me that I got such a kick out of watching a few of the Women's World Cup games.)
At any rate, I'm not going to think less of anyone because they do like sports - everyone's got different interests and I don't expect you to share some of my odd hobbies either :)
You just won't get me to attend a game with you, that's all.
Oh, and I should note that most of my ire was not directed at the All-Star Game - which sounds like it was actually pretty amazing - but at the week's worth of sheer unadulterated hype which preceded it. I have a low hype tolerance.
If I had more tolerance for hype, maybe I'd promote some of these web sites of mine a little. It annoys me to type "mouth organ" into several search engines and not have a single hit relevant to our site ... after two years of consistent and readable, if not always logical, essaying. You know what you get by typing "mouth organ"? You get an unrelated porn film of the same name - which Eric told me about months ago - and you get ... harmonicas. Lots of pages about harmonicas.
I've been testing a pixie which allows you to type phrases and then send the search to multiple engines of your choice - and yes, I know that Metacrawler already does something similar, my emphasis is more on how you search than where it goes. I'd show it to you but it's not ready quite yet. Tomorrow I may link to it. We'll see.
"Alewife Bayou" generally doesn't get false hits - that is, if you search and find something, it's likely to be me. (Who else would use those two words together?) Almost makes me sad I changed the name - I may never have a search phrase that distinctive again. My current title is too new to register much - it takes search engines about a year to really catch up with you; don't believe what the sites tell you about how fast their spiders can crawl.
See ... I may not believe in hype, but I do go searching the web for myself periodically. Doesn't everyone?
Did I already comment on the poster I've been seeing on the subway? I can't remember. I don't think I did, since it should be below radar, but it just keeps sticking in my head and I have to get it out now.
It's for
East Boston's 5th Annual
Italian Festival
Food - Rides
Entertainment
Casino - Folklore
featuring
Sister Sledge
Then, the sign goes on to point out "Hits include 'We Are Family'" and some other song, probably because they suspect their target audience won't have the slightest idea who Sister Sledge is.
Look, I believe in crossover between genres and eclecticism and so forth, but listen to me and you know that I speak the truth. A bunch of blue-collar Italian families with the kids, and they're going to be interested in hearing from a disco group that was a one-hit wonder more than ten years ago? (As a matter of fact, it's obvious that the sign had to reach a bit to come up with a second Sister Sledge hit to list. I don't remember the title they gave.)
I'm not being nasty - really! - just confused. This is one of the oddest pairings I've ever seen, even odder than when Weird Al said his first stage gig was opening for Missing Persons. It makes you wonder what someone was thinking at the time.
By the by, Nonelvis found out last night that Dale Bozzio is living in the Greater Boston area. She thinks of Dale Bozzio as the woman from Missing Persons. I think of her as the person who sang the part of Mary on the Joe's Garage album. But that was long ago, and her destination has been unknown for quite some time.
READERS (in unison): But you digress.
While walking to work today, with my hair all over the place and my sunglasses on, I passed by a telephone line crew who were lounging around by their truck. I knew there'd be trouble; one of them saw me coming.
Chin up. Shoulders back. Don't look worried. Don't break stride.
As I passed, they all began trading remarks about me ("Wouldja get a load of that hair!" was the politest one) and I thought again: You know, women don't do this.
But on the train the woman across from me was obviously greatly pleased and amused by my earrings (a little fork hanging from one ear, a little spoon from the other), and that balanced out my mood again.
© Columbine
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