This blog can be interactive. I may limit myself to 100 words in the body of the post, but my responses to comments can be as long as I want.
If you’re just as happy reading, though, that’s fine too. But if you want to contest something I say (although thus far I think it’s been very tame), or for me to elaborate on something, just comment on it. I won’t get mad.
Unless you call me names. Then I will get mad. On the inside.
Or if you say something intentionally controversial.
Or throw rotten fruit at me.
Its elderly population certainly is. Government records incidate that 230,000 people are listed as alive, well, and over 100 years old–including 884 allegedly over the age of 150. And that’s just the ones they can’t find.
What I found creepiest about the ordeal, but probably not surprising given that pretext, was a sentence about midway through the article:
“In late July, police discovered that Sogen Kato, who would have been 111 and was thought to be Tokyo’s oldest man, had actually been dead for 32 years and his decayed body was still lying in his home.”
That means nobody had bothered to open his door since… 1978.
The other day, a lobster truck set up shop at lunchtime on Massachusetts Ave about 3 blocks east of Union Station. Within 15 minutes, the line was enormous, more a mass than a line. It went around the corner of the sidewalk, and was probably about two blocks long. It stayed that way for hours. It was like ravioli night at college, except I didn’t want any.
And to think, all those people waiting for something that you could have as much as you wanted 200 years ago, provided you were in jail for not paying your debts.
No, I wasn’t filming on location with the men and women of law enforcement, but the other day I saw a police officer leaving a Starbucks and get into his cruiser and drive off. So? Well, he was parked in a fire lane. And he had been there awhile; I did not see him park, and I was in the area for about 15 minutes. It reminded me of a cop who, a few months ago, I witnessed run not one but two red lights.
Isolated events like this are pretty meaningless, obviously. But they amuse me nonetheless.
1. Who’s Next – The Who
Definitely my favorite album of all time, even if the three behind it come close. It helps that the leadoff, “Baba O’Riley,” is my single most favorite song of all time.
If you didn’t start on Monday, start now listening to each of the five albums here that you haven’t heard. In 3-D may be a bit dated, but everyone’s familiar enough with Michael Jackson, plus they did make a Rocky movie just a couple years ago. Otherwise, there’s no reason not to listen to these albums if you haven’t heard them before.
2. Of Faith, Power and Glory – VNV Nation
Most people have heard of Yankovic and CCR. Fewer have heard of Oldfield, although he is still somewhat popular. VNV Nation, closely associated with techno and dance, is more of an underground band. Yet I find none of the other “similar” bands to be very appealing. In my mind, there isn’t a dud on this particular album, even if the penultimate track is a bit overdone. The first track belongs in a movie trailer someday, and the final track ends the album perfectly.
Cosmo’s Factory – Creedence Clearwater Revival
By including CCR, we end the streak of solo artists, and of long careers. Underrated today, when The Beatles broke up, CCR was the most popular band in the world. They enjoyed an astoundingly prolific period from 1969-1971, releasing five albums. Cosmo’s Factory was the best of these, although every single album from Bayou Country through Pendulum is terrific. “Up Around the Bend” is probably my favorite CCR single. I am also mostly alone in my enjoyment of the bookends of this album.