This is crazy…

29 04 2007

Isn’t it weird how Wikipedia can work?

Josh Hancock died today– on a weekend, with the Cardinals playing the Cubs– eerily reminiscent of the Darryl Kile death in 2002. Darryl Kile is listed on a list of players who died before retiring from baseball. Cy Bentley was on this list. He played for a team called the Middletown Mansfields (pro baseball teams in CT!?). The Middletown Mansfields were managed by a young catcher named John Clapp. John Clapp was born and died in Ithaca– he is interred no more than a few miles from me right now.

Freaky, huh?




Forgotten abandonedness…

25 04 2007

Somehow stumbled upon this site (I can’t remember my train of thought, but I somehow got to the Wikipedia article about Caldor). It’s a Connecticut resident who states that the goal of his site; The Caldor Rainbow “was established in 2006 as a project organized by myself, Nicholas M. DiMaio, whose primary goals are to preserve retail history. Our objective is to track endangered, vacant, and/or iconic retail sites primarily in Connecticut and around the Northeast United States.”

Couple posts regarding Torrington– this one goes into detail about the Parkade down on Winsted Road. Changes are a brewin.’ (Pics used with permission from Caldor Rainbow)

Apparently (and I think I had actually been told this over break), they recently closed down the Burger King in the plaza (presumably to make room for the new development). I remember eating here a bunch of times as an elementary schooler (I blame my parents for my love of greasy fast food) and I remember supporting various high school groups car washes here (sports teams, charity clubs, etc). Not all too sure why they were always there. Brick floor, and lofted ceiling– also had a separate section for people eating with kids, and I even remember the ’smoking’ and ‘non-smoking’ sections, which were interesting considering it was only a fast food joint.

Inside of former Burger King

They’re also tearing down the rest of the plaza to make way for a Lowe’s (where Big Y currently is) and moving the Big Y to the other side of the lot (former site of Caldor and Ames). This has been in the planning stages since I was in high school, but I had completely forgotten about it, until it recently got the go-ahead. I remember going with my mother to shop at Caldor when I was but a wee one– the store closed around 1995 I think (and eventually became an Ames until like 2001)– I remember the jewelry counter was on the right when you went in because that’s where my grandmother worked– they had this giant ‘C’ on the wall above it with this weird “rainbow” of brown, orange, and yellow emanating from it. The floor also had an ugly brown-white tiling thing, while there was an endless row (must have been like eight or ten) of pay phones on the wall to the left as you walked in (behind the cash registers). I remember this well, since as an eight year-old, I used to go fishing for quarters to put in the little candy machines. Every once in a while you hit a score.

Former Ames and Caldor storefront

There were other stores now gone– the former House of Fabrics (whose publically traded stock nearly won me the Stock Market Competition in 1998), a used book store run by a kind (though a tad crazy) old woman named Anne, as well that old candy shop (or some store that had a large assortment of candy) located where the Radio Shack is currently. I remember always getting my mom to stop there if we had to go on a grocery run to Big Y. And when we had to get to it (the plaza itself, not just the candy shoppe), we used to cut through the back of the high school (the road was subsequently closed after Columbine to limit access to the “campus”– if you could call it that), and come in through the gigantic, and now overgrown, back of the plaza (which has such a huge lot because the plaza had a movie theater back even before me!).

I guess I find it mildly fascinating because of my deep nostalgia streak. I sometimes recall the other long-gone retail locations in the area (Bradlees’s with it’s two floors– toys were downstairs, Star’s with it’s 1960’s rainbow neon light up sign that looks like some prop out of The Price is Right, Grossman’s with it’s (what seemed like) mile-long parking lot, Price Buster with it’s manual “belts” at the registers…) when someone evokes a “remember when” moment. Of course, since I was no more than seven or eight at the time of most, if not all, of those stores closing I don’t remember full details, just sporadic memories.

Back of the parkade

Change is inevitable, however, and some retail outlets are hanging on– though (Big) K-Mart can’t be far behind the aforementioned I presume. It’s interesting to see how long smaller plazas (McDermott for one– right around the corner on Winsted Road from the aforementioned Torrington Parkade as well as the Stop and Shop plaza off Riverside) can keep it up without the “support” (in quotes because we’ve been talking about downtown revitalization since I was in in middle school, and nothing visible has been accomplished yet) of the city.

I think sometimes, however, some of these locales should step in and if not aid the shops, at least give some semblance of effort to preserve even a small sliver of history of any locations that pre-date the retail boom of the 1990’s– both run-down department/grocery store chain locales and small mom-and-poppers that were squeezed out alike. History quickly forgets that individuals like my grandmother spent their entire time in the workforce at stores like Caldor, and I’m going to be one of the last few people who even remember it’s existence. Remember, the only thing we’re remembered for after we are gone is what offer to the past.




Natural selection at its finest…

24 04 2007

Boy pisses off crocodile. Crocodile thinks people are yummy. Crocodile eats boy. Don’t fuck with Chuck.

A schoolboy who climbed over a fence into a crocodile enclosure and taunted the animals with sticks and a catapult was dragged into the water and eaten.

The nine-year-old, whose family name was given as Liu, and three friends sneaked into the crocodile park at the Silver Beach holiday resort at Beihai in the southwestern Guangxi region on Friday.

The children shot at the animals with catapults and beat them with sticks.

Investigators searched for the missing boy and decided to check inside the crocodiles. Snipers used pork to lure them out of their pool and shot dead the first animal to lumber on to the bank.

Inside it they found human remains that were confirmed to be those of the boy.

I wonder if he yelled “Crikey!” while he was goin’ down…




Doldrums…

23 04 2007

I was just thinking– damn, I really wish I had something to post.

Got nothing. (Except, “How ’bout them Sox?”)

It’s interesting. I’m not actually terribly busy. I think it’s more of a lethargy because of the constant stream of work. My classes this semester haven’t been intellectually taxing as much as they’ve been tedious. A prelim or two every week– papers due, weekly problem sets, debates, filing paperwork for bowling, getting my summer research job (which I did, and I’ll explain more later). It’s resulted in me chipping away at random moments for various periods of time, all the while being interrupted by that 60″ television in the other room.




There ain’t no reason things are this way…

17 04 2007

Yesterday, I was home eating lunch between my sociology class and meteorology lab when I was shocked and horrified to hear the news that 32 students were killed at Virginia Tech and countless more injured. It is now, the single worst mass shooting in American history. We lived through a day that they will write about in history textbooks for years to come. I could only sit in stunned silence as the horror story poured in– the gunman locked the doors to the building, and began walking into classrooms, shooting teachers and students with round after round, until he saw his job in that room fit, and moved on to the next. Everyone was completely powerless, a feeling that I don’t think a collective nation felt since 9/11. And all throughout the day, with the news plastered everywhere; television, Facebook, e-mails– I couldn’t help but try to put myself in the shoes of those down in Virginia. What would I have done if I was one of the students? One moment trying to stay awake in an engineering class, the next knowing full well that I only had seconds to live?

Imagine the heartache endured by the parents, who must have seen the news on the television, then frantically tried to get in touch with their children– to no avail. (How terrible it must have been for the EMTs and the persons with the victims to hear cell phones ringing and vibrating all around them as loved ones tried to get in touch). Later in the day, after calling friends, schools, and news outlets desperate for any news, they received the worst phone call any parent could ever get– that they now will have to bury their own child. What an absolutely horrifying day. I can’t even quantify the grief this must have brought. I can’t even imagine how any parent could ever survive.

Students that were spending Sunday night watching shows like the Simpsons and Entourage now will never see some of their friends again. They might have left with an innocuous “see you later” or might have made plans to hang out later. How do you rationalize that you’re still there, but your roommate is gone? Your teammate, your study partner, your best friend.

I know tragedies like this are inevitable. It’s a byproduct of the imperfect world we live in. For all the good that exists, there is also a quantity of evil. Times like these, it makes you think the good will never win– and I don’t know if it ever will. It’s senseless violence like this that strikes you hard. Yesterday morning, I was rolling out of bed, grumbling about classes and homework just like each one of the victims. They were just like me, and I can’t help but think that I might have crossed one of their paths one day– but now I will never get the chance.

We’ll all be OK, in a few days, we’ll be back to talking about whether or not CBS should have fired Imus, or even something as trivial as how Anna Nicole Smith’s baby is doing. I still have to finish my assignment for Wednesday night, and keep making plans for the end of the semester.

But today is different from all other days– because it is not the stress of Cornell that exists, but feelings of sorrow, pain, and anger that rule this day.




Five years and going strong…

16 04 2007

It’s an amazing milestone. I’ve been blogging for five years. Some might call it pathetic or idiotic, others might say it shows a complete lack of touch with the outside world. I say… let’s break open a bottle of Andre and party like it’s motherfucking 2002. Or just like it’s 2007, I don’t really care, as long as you buy the booze.

Here’s to hoping I’m still around on April 16th, 2012 to celebrate my 10th year of internet commentary– and that, at 25– I’m livin’ the dream– rollin’ in dough, drivin’ fast cars (hopefully out of the path of oncoming townies), sippin’ on gin and juice (or Cristal, whatever’s blacker at the time), and bangin’ some high-class hos, because we all know that chics dig the weatherman.




Starvation for idiots…

15 04 2007

Associated Content:

Some people go on hunger strike for political reasons. Some people go on hunger strike for animal rights. Jevonda, a 23-year-old woman from New York, is on hunger strike for a much different reason- because Sanjaya Malakar is still on American Idol.

“J,” as she refers to herself on her website, is writing a blog about her hunger strike. Apparently, it has created quite the stir. The Myspace page has almost 2,000 friends! Strangely enough, many “friends” of this cause have left comments such as “I’ll be having a nice steak tonight while I vote for Sanjaya.”

And this is said MySpace page of the individual who went on hunger strike to attempt to get Sanjaya (Though I’m repeatedly chastised for getting him confused with Sanjay Gupta– CNN’s medical correspondent) voted off American Idol. She has since ended her strike because her doctor told her to.

Great. All we need a whining Indian high-schooler with some combination of thirteen bottles of hair spray and a dead squirrel on his head furthering the eating disorders of American women. Remember, if all those scantily-clad, thin as a rail, bikini models or the fact that the guy you met at the bar last night threw a paper bag over your head when you got back to his place didn’t do it for ya, never fear, Sanjaya is here.

Seriously… natural selection.




The double standard is all around us…

12 04 2007

Jason Whitlock, Kansas City Star… My commentary below.

Thank you, Don Imus. You’ve given us (black people) an excuse to avoid our real problem.

You’ve given Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson another opportunity to pretend that the old fight, which is now the safe and lucrative fight, is still the most important fight in our push for true economic and social equality.

You’ve given Vivian Stringer and Rutgers the chance to hold a nationally televised recruiting celebration expertly disguised as a news conference to respond to your poor attempt at humor.

While we’re fixated on a bad joke cracked by an irrelevant, bad shock jock, I’m sure at least one of the marvelous young women on the Rutgers basketball team is somewhere snapping her fingers to the beat of 50 Cent’s or Snoop Dogg’s or Young Jeezy’s latest ode glorifying nappy-headed pimps and hos.

It’s embarrassing. Dave Chappelle was offered $50 million to make racially insensitive jokes about black and white people on TV. He was hailed as a genius. Black comedians routinely crack jokes about white and black people, and we all laugh out loud.

Somehow, we’re supposed to believe that the comments of a man with virtually no connection to the sports world ruined Rutgers’ wonderful season. Had a broadcaster with credibility and a platform in the sports world uttered the words Imus did, I could understand a level of outrage.

But an hourlong press conference over a man who has already apologized, already been suspended and is already insignificant is just plain intellectually dishonest. This is opportunism. This is a distraction.

No. We all know where the real battleground is. We know that the gangsta rappers and their followers in the athletic world have far bigger platforms to negatively define us than some old white man with a bad radio show. There’s no money and lots of danger in that battle, so Jesse and Al are going to sit it out.

I agree wholeheartedly. Was what Don Imus said last week (when he responded to a guest’s comment that the Rutgers’ girls basketball team was a team of “hardcore hos” with “those are some nappy-headed ho,” stupid? Of course. It was downright idiotic. Did it merit an apology? Yes, and he apologized profusely. Does it warrant his firing? Absolutely not. CBS and MSNBC suspended Imus (almost a week after the spin machine had gotten the general public in an uproar of an (while ill-advised) innocuous comment on a shock-jock radio show. But the ball was just getting rolling– Jesse and Al rallied the troops and called for Imus’ head in full force. They called him racist. They called him sexist. They called him “everything that is wrong with America.” Is that really true?

For instance– advocates for women’s rights have gone on record as saying “using the word ‘ho’ promotes violence against women.” Besides the fact that calling someone a ‘ho’ has never given me a pimp-slappin’ urge, is this really a fight you want to pick? After all, don’t a ton of rap lyrics use the word “hos,” “bitches,” “sluts,” etc? Are they being attacked? No? Why not? Oh wait, it’s because they are ‘artists;’ they’re offering commentary on real life. So it’s viable in that context. Sobeit. But isn’t that what Imus was doing, albeit in poor taste? Why do girls go crazy when a rapper asks “Where my hos at?” Shouldn’t they be burning down the stage? After all, he’s promoting prejudice against females. So why is he allowed to? Cultural commentary? Really? “Nappy-headed hos?” I might have heard worse on an episode of Friends. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard worse on an episode of Family Guy, and I’m 100% sure I’ve heard worse on your daily soap operas, dramas, and otherwise desperate housewives. When was the last time PBS’s NOVA series beat out an episode of The Sopranos in the ratings race?

Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton want so much to make a case out of Don Imus, that Rutgers University held a 90-minute press conference during the middle of the school day that was attended by CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, ESPN and all the usual major media outlets to discuss the “scarring” nature of Don Imus’ comments. “Scarring?” Please. “Ruined our season?” If you are letting a Don Imus one-liner (on a show that no one I know actually listens to) ruin an entire season of basketball, you have some bigger issues. The idea that a school needed to trot it’s ten players out (all of which I’m sure have heard Snoop say the word “ho” at least a hundred times) for the nation to see after two seconds of a radio show skit absolutely SCREAMS vendetta. It screams hidden agenda. It screams “going for the kill.” It screams witchhunt. What’s more deplorable than the players getting called “nappy-headed hos?” The players being used as a pawn in civil rights leaders agendas. Do you honestly believe that college-aged girls were saying “We should have a press conference and have everyone come because our lives are ruined because of a shriveled octogenarian wearing a cowboy hat”?

What Don Imus did was stupid, but it was not racist. For activists to decry that a man who has raised million for charity, and makes his money and has achieved fame for off-collar comments is a bigoted one based on three or four words is insane. If you want to go knocking on all the doors of anyone who’s ever said anything offense, go do it in the general public too. If you really want to attack “free speech” turned “offensive,” go after the musical artists who perpetuate the ideas. Go after the comedians who make racially motivated jokes. Go after Joe at the water cooler who told you the latest “So a black guy…” joke. Don’t take out one man because you can dupe the public into “side with us or your racist” or “if you don’t agree, you demean women,” and make them feel like they are bettering themselves by burning one man at the stake. Nothing’s further from the truth. He’s stupid, but if anyone thinks taking down Imus is going to help the world rid itself of prejudice, maybe the activists at the top should be looking at who else perpetuates this behavior. After all, who is more impressionable among the under-70 crowd in America? Don Imus or Fiddy?




Gettin’ my props…

11 04 2007

[11:39 PM] Sean: he [LA Professor] went on a rant to start it
[11:40 PM] Sean: he said 293 people weren’t there last week
[11:40 PM] Sean: he said there were some good excuses
[11:40 PM] Sean: like a hospital visit
[11:40 PM] Sean: and a car crash
[11:40 PM] Sean: but for the most part
[11:41 PM] Sean: people faked being jewish
[11:41 PM] Me: hahahah
[11:41 PM] Sean: so instead of making a list of those people that were actually jewish
[11:41 PM] Sean: he’s not taking any points off
[11:42 PM] Me: dammit
[11:43 PM] Me: i wish i was there so i could have gone WOOOOOOOOOOO when he said “car crash”




Man in black…

11 04 2007

Johnny Cash’s house burned down today. Straight to the ground. Nothing left by a couple of old stone chimneys. Guess they put some flammable wood sealant on it recently and once it started to go, it just went. While reading over the online CNN article regarding it, they mention that he wrote and shot the music video for his final single, “Hurt” (a cover of a Nine Inch Nails song) there. I hadn’t watched the video since our junior year of high school. Since I am far from being productive (what else is new) I figured I’d take a look at it again… No wonder why it was so critically acclaimed.