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| Sing my praises... |
| 01.27.04 (4:43 pm) [edit] |
Have you ever noticed that people really don't sing with an accent?
I was listening to Kylie Minogue's "Can't Get You Out of My Head" yesterday, and I had no idea she was not American until I started doing some web research on the song. The it occurred to me: [i]nobody[/i] (save for some select Rastafarians) that sings in English really has a discernable accent. Case in point: Shakira. She's actually from Lebanon. J.Lo: she's from the Bronx, but you don't hear it in her music. The Spice Girls? British, of course, but you wouldn't know it from hearing their song "Wannabe", or any other I can think of. Def Leppard? British.
Sure, maybe they have a hint of an accent here and there, but not enough to pin down where they're from. Then you hear them speak in person and their origins are obvious. I used to get laughed at in high school because I had an obvious Southern accent when speaking, but none at all when singing in the choir.
Then, as I said, you have some Rastas (such as the guy from Shaggy's "Angel" song or Bob Marley) whose accents are so strong the words to their music are barely discernable.
Strange.
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| Light come back on |
| 01.21.04 (10:51 pm) [edit] |
The light in the Bertone was on again tonight when I got home. Same circumstances, and the car door had not been disturbed today. Who knows what's up with that little wicked creature.
Back to Maytag at 8:00 a.m. Monday morning. Corporate hell, I embrace thee!
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| What I didn't know my blog was about |
| 01.18.04 (8:53 am) [edit] |
Well, according to the tBlog sign-on page, the ads that come with the handy-dandy calendar add-on are driven by the content of your blog for directed marketing to your readers. I just noticed that all the ads on my blog are about running a business from home. I don't think I mentioned Troubletown Records anywhere when I was creating my blog, so somehow a software program had to glean that from my entries. Frightening.
And I didn't even realize that I was writing so much about that! I thought I was just doing a wry, occasionally witty analysis of the human condition. Hmmm. Perhaps after my last entry I will start getting ads about rare mid-engine Italian convertibles in need of restoration. That would be a lot more cool.
*EDITOR'S NOTE* After posting this, my ads changed to include an ad about a website "for those of us who hate our jobs". This is uncanny. Directed marketing works!
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| Light go on, light go off... |
| 01.18.04 (8:44 am) [edit] |
Fiat cars have always been known for having (among other things) quirky electrical systems. I came home last night in my Integra and was about to go in the house when I noticed light being reflected off the rear window of my Bertone (Fiat) X1/9. I thought at first that it was the reflection of the streetlight, but I walked over to the car and discovered that it was in fact the interior light in the passenger-side door panel that was on.
The Bertone has two-stage lights in the doors that can be on bright or dim, depending on the situation. The light was on in dim mode, which usually would only happen with the headlights on. The doors were closed tightly, the interior light switch was off, and the car hasn't been driven in three weeks, so I know it wasn't a matter of having left something on.
I opened the door and the light came on bright, I closed the door and it delayed for the factory-programmed 10 seconds before turning off. I just shook my head and decided it was time for bed. It takes a more intelligent man than me to figure out the electrics on an Italian convertible.
Perhaps the car got lonely and just wanted to turn on a light. Who knows. :)
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| This mortal insanity... |
| 01.13.04 (8:51 pm) [edit] |
Another 80+ hour week at work.....I used to know what it was like to enjoy the fine things in life. I knew why it was that I have a nice home and fun cars and good music and an expensive computer....But then I realized that if you don't have time to enjoy it, it is merely a waste of money. It's like guzzling Johnnie Walker Blue Label.
Why am I doing this? What's the point of working twice the hours as the boss of a restaurant making the same money as I was as a pawn of the corporation? Tell me where the logic comes in! I really don't see it. All I see is the disk in my back that is out, my aching feet, and my bloodshot eyes.
I can't deal with this. I honestly don't see where the benefit comes in with this General Manager job. It's not the money. It's certainly not the quality of work. And it sure as hell is not the flexibility. I hope to God that Maytag will take me back. I'm sorry for leaving the best job in this area, and I think I'm ready to resign myself to an Office Space existence. Goodbye, barbecue restaurant! One month was far too long.
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