Archive for August 13, 2008

Pandora Radio

The best thing ever, Pandora Radio.

Especially if you have an iPhone or iPod touch (with internet connectivity).

For the iPhone and touch you download the app free from iTunes, sign up (email and password) and then select an artist, song or composer you like. I started with Willie Nelson, but experimented with Mozart, Bach, Corinne Bailey Rae, Bob Marley, Keren Ann and Billie Holiday. The service (which is free at present) relies on The Music Genome Project® to find similar tracks. It even tells you how — in brief very general terms — each track fits).

So Corinne Bailey Rae leads to Norah Jones leads to John Mayer leads to Sade back to Corinne back to Norah to India Arie to Amy Winehouse and so on. Along the way you can vote thumbs up or down to further refine your interests. (And you can click to buy the song from iTunes.)

What a great way to enjoy great music and find similar sounds too.

Apparently Pandora also works with Sprint and other AT&T phones — and, of course, in any browser.

Amy Winehouse gave way to Nelly Furtado.

Keren Ann lead to Bavarian Fruit Bread back to Keren Ann then on to Hem then to Holly Brook.

Wanderlust

NewMexiKen has three travel ideas. For now they are just ideas. I need sponsors and/or companions.

1. Around the world, say in 80 days (why not?). Kind of do the Matt Harding thing without the silly dance.

2. Another 80 days just in Europe; I’ve been to Europe a half-dozen times but never done the grand tour.

3, The Atlantic Coast from Newfoundland to the Florida Keys.

What do you think? I could take the laptop and the camera and fill the blog with wise, whimsical and witty things every day. Properly marketed it could bring in lots of readers (I mean more than the ususal seven) and be supported by lots of ads.

Who can help me make these ideas into plans — and then into reality? I can leave Monday.

For the record I have already been to:

São Paulo
Montevideo
Buenos Aires
Lisbon
Madrid
Geneva
Cologne (airport only)
Bonn
Frankfurt (airport only)
Tokyo
Beijing
Hong Kong
Macau
St. Petersburg
Helsinki
Stockholm
Ankara
Istanbul
Nicosia
Athens
Yaounde
Douala
Lagos
Zurich (airport only)
Paris
Havana
Warsaw
Moscow
Alma Ata
Prague (airport only)
Bratislava
Vienna

All 50 states, Canada and Mexico.

12,000-calorie-a-day diet

Here’s [Michael] Phelps’s typical menu. (No, he doesn’t choose among these options. He eats them all, according to the [New York] Post.)

Breakfast: Three fried-egg sandwiches loaded with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions and mayonnaise. Two cups of coffee. One five-egg omelet. One bowl of grits. Three slices of French toast topped with powdered sugar. Three chocolate-chip pancakes.

Lunch: One pound of enriched pasta. Two large ham and cheese sandwiches with mayo on white bread. Energy drinks packing 1,000 calories.

Dinner: One pound of pasta. An entire pizza. More energy drinks.

WSJ Health Blog

Comcast

Comcast has redeemed themselves. They’ve been responsive, polite and adjusted (and possibly expedited) my refund. I got a call a short while ago.

It was never the money that made it worth the complaint, though it was MY money. It was the inconsistencies in the story I got from their people and the clear indication that what they told me — billing will end July 21st — was not what happened — it appeared to have ended August 1st.

But thanks for the polite and positive feedback Comcast — and the correction.

I do suggest you take a look at your bills and see if they really are clear to the average customer, especially when services are added or ended.

And consider allowing former customers that relied on electronic bills and payments access to their record until the balance is paid and the account closed — no matter who owes whom.

Next complaint: Tucson Electric Power.

Fidel Alejandro Castro Ruz

. . . is 82 today. Castro took control of Cuba in 1959.

NewMexiKen saw Castro give a speech outside the Hotel Nacional in Havana in 1993. It was interesting to see the man who has been so much a focus of America for now nearly 50 years.

Castro wrote a letter to President Franklin Roosevelt in 1940. (He says he was 12, but should have been 13 or 14.) “If you like, give me a ten dollars bill green american in the letter [back] because never have I not seen a ten dollars bill green american and I would like to have one of them.” Castro went on to say, “I don’t know very English but I know very much Spanish and I suppose you [FDR] don’t know very Spanish but you know very English because you are American but I am not American.”

A copy of the letter is here.

Biography.com has more information about Castro.

Little Sure Shot

Annie Oakley 1902… was born on this date in 1860. Larry McMurtry’s excellent essay “Inventing the West” from the August 2000 issue of The New York Review of Books tells us about this famous performer.

Annie Oakley (Phoebe Ann Moses—or Mosey) grew up poor in rural Ohio, shot game to feed her family, shot game to sell, was pressed into a shooting contest with a touring sharpshooter named Frank Butler, beat him, married him, stayed with him for fifty years, and died three weeks before he did in 1926.

When Annie Oakley and Frank Butler offered themselves to Cody the Colonel was dubious. His fortunes were at a low ebb, and shooting acts abounded. But he gave Annie Oakley a chance. She walked out in Louisville before 17,000 people and was hired immediately. Nate Salsbury, Cody’s tight-fisted manager, who did not spend lavishly and who rarely highlighted performers, happened to watch Annie rehearse and promptly ordered seven thousand dollars’ worth of posters and billboard art.

Annie Oakley more than justified the expense. Sitting Bull, normally a taciturn fellow, saw her shoot in Minnesota and could not contain himself. Watanya cicilia, he called her, his Little Sure Shot. Small, reserved, Quakerish, she seemed to live on the lemonade Buffalo Bill dispensed free to all hands. In London she demolished protocol by shaking hands with Princess Alexandra. She shook hands with Alexandra’s husband, the Prince of Wales, too, though, like his mother the Queen, she strongly disapproved of his behavior with the ladies. In France the Parisians were glacially indifferent to buffalo, Indians, cowboys, and Cody—Annie Oakley melted them so thoroughly that she had to go through her act five times before she could escape. In Germany she likened Bismarck to a mastiff.

In 1901 she was almost killed in a train wreck. Annie claimed that it was the wreck that caused her long auburn hair to turn white overnight; skeptics said her hair turned white because she left it in hot water too long while at a spa. She continued to shoot into the 1920s. In her last years she looked rather like Nancy Astor. Will Rogers visited her not long before her death and pronounced her the perfect woman. Probably not until Billie Jean King and the rise of women’s tennis had a female outdoor performer held the attention of so many people. She became part of the “invention” that is the West by winning her way with a gun: a man’s thing, the very thing, in fact, that had won the West itself.

Annie was her nickname as a child. Oakley was a stage name. Offstage she referred to herself as Mrs. Frank Butler.

Photo taken 1902 when Oakley was 42. Click image for larger version.

Bambi

. . . premiered on this date 66 years ago. Is there a sadder movie ever than this Disney classic?

Roger Ebert wrote an excellent review when Bambi was released yet again in 1988. He starts generally positive:

In the annals of the great heartbreaking moments in the movies, the death of Bambi’s mother ranks right up there with the chaining of Dumbo’s mother and the moment when E. T. seems certainly dead. These are movie moments that provide a rite of passage for children of a certain age: You send them in as kids, and they come out as sadder and wiser preteenagers.

And there are other moments in the movie almost as momentous. “Bambi” exists alone in the Disney canon. It is not an adventure and not a “cartoon,” but an animated feature that describes with surprising seriousness the birth and growth of a young deer. Everybody remembers the cute early moments when Bambi can’t find his footing and keeps tripping over his own shadow. Those scenes are among the most charming the Disney animators ever drew.

But then he questions the whole effort:

Hey, I don’t want to sound like an alarmist here, but if you really stop to think about it, “Bambi” is a parable of sexism, nihilism and despair, portraying absentee fathers and passive mothers in a world of death and violence. I know the movie’s a perennial clasic, seen by every generation, remembered long after other movies have been forgotten. But I am not sure it’s a good experience for children - especially young and impressionable ones.