Not that anyone really reads this, but I've shirked my blogging duties for several days so that I could play the good student. I apologize if you've been waiting with bated breath for my next post. Moving along... I've been forced to take an astronomy class this semester to fulfill some GE requirement, and to the professor's credit, I've become increasingly interested in the course material. Our universe is EXPANDING people - as if it wasn't big enough already!?
As something neither entirely finite, nor infinite, the space-time continuum makes my little life seem so very small. That said, check out the astronomy picture of the day for a daily look into the near and distant future.
It's official, girls! -According to reliable sources, clear heels are gonna be sooo IN this year! I know you can't wait to step out to the disco in a pair o' these sweet, sophisticated sex shoes! Get it on!!
This is kindof an extension of a facebook chain note that's getting passed around wherein we're asked to list our fav. song covers. "Hey Joe" is a tune that's been on my mind lately for several reasons: one - A LOT of people have covered this song, and two - it's a fucking great song. DUH. But seriously, what makes a song that compelling? What makes 3,000+ artists cover a song like Paul McCartney's "Yesterday" - arguably the most-covered song of all time (including those versions sung in other languages).
While originally, most covers weren't even considered covers, but were simply standards passed amongst recording acts (see: The Beatles, The Jackson 5, and anything Barry Gordy-related), it seems that alternate songs were recorded and accepted publicly for different reasons. But it also seems that the possibility for a cover requires a certain quality of song - what I like to think of as a bittersweet, angsty tension - like a perfectly and carefully vinted wine.
Jimi Hendrix's interpretation of "Hey Joe" is probably the definitive version because he captures that tension and lets the song take him, rather than the quick, confined and somewhat sterile versions recorded by earlier garage acts like The Leaves and The Creation. And though I normally am head-over-heels for Arthur Lee, Love's recording is simply too frantic.
More recently, The Makeup recorded a version of the song that really takes the song's inner story - that of a man who takes his jealousy to murderous lengths - to a new level, by incorporating a back and forth dialog between band members.
So I've decided to give this a run - this blog thing that is. I know that blogs have been around since probably when I was born, but I have stuff to say dammit! And for this first posting, I'm opening the field for some possible suggestions on what I should blog about. Music? Fashion? Hot dogs? Mmm...hot dogs...
Speaking of meat encased in meat; if you're wandering around GG Park and are feeling meaty, you gotta try a Happy Belly Dog! It's a strong rival to the Italian sausage dog they sell at the Academy of Sciences across the way. And you can get it with kimchi instead of sauerkraut. Whoever first decided to top a wurst with pickled cabbage was a genius.
Ooh- and to make a day of it, you can eat your dog on the way to the Conservatory of Flowers. At 5 bucks, admission costs less than that Cal Academy Dog - and the building houses one of the oldest living trees in all of San Francisco! No joke.
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