One of my favorite YouTubers posts video essays in which he analyzes movies. He generally avoids talking politics in his videos but has occasionally dropped a few statements on the matter. He speaks much more to politics and society on his Twitter account. He’s big on equality and is an ally of the LBGTQ+ movement….
I had a good run of attending San Diego Comic-Con. My first three were with my wife and, after she lost interest, my last two were with friends. I made the habit of calling her every night before bed so that we could connect and stave off missing each other. During the 2017 convention I…
I have put together a short playlist of songs about US Presidents for Presidents Day. Twenty-four songs cover fifteen different presidents, beginning with George and ending with Franklin Delano. It was my intention to avoid the modern era and its politics but there is a song, titled Presidents’ Day, that has some negative dialogue about Mr. Trump.
My wife and I bought a house in the Los Angeles suburb of Sylmar a few years ago. The area doesn’t have much local history, having been olive orchards before WWII and suburbia ever since, but whatever items we find that are branded with Sylmar history are brought home and displayed. The best example would be bottles used for containing Sylmar olive oil. My neighborhood shares a boundary with the city of San Fernando. While we don’t have the same attachment to items branded with their name I have found a song with their name that I enjoy. Yesterday’s mail delivered to me a vinyl 45 of Last Train to San Fernando as performed by Johnny Duncan and the Blue Grass Boys.
When I was a kid we had no less than three turntables in my home until Sony invented the Walkman. At that point my sister and I dumped our vinyl for something more portable and never looked back. I was slow to move into the MP3 era because I was a faux snob about the…
I started Under the Goggles in 2016 as a blog about virtual reality, but within a couple of years I lost my passion for writing about the topic. I allowed UtG to shutter. I allowed its content to vanish, keeping only the URL. I honestly thought I was done with this place. My path to…
2018: Totaled two of our cars, cat got diabetes, had mother-in-law decide to permanently dwell with us, had all other close family move to distant cities.
Thanks to Marie Kondo’s Netflix show my honey-do list began with installing roll-out baskets in our kitchen.
I went in with an agenda of buying surf guitar albums but I walked out with “Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage”. The guy had another single by the same band, but it was rare and priced to match.
Today I’m visiting a flea market that specializes in vinyl records. I’ll wear my fedora, thick rim glasses, and my everyday neck beard. Good thing fat guys have special immunity from being hipsters or I’d be labeled.