Song of the day

“This Year’s Gonna Be Our Year” by Eytan Mirsky.

Song of the night: “B.J. Don’t Cry” by Moxy Früvous

Yeah, I’m a Frühead. I’ve featured Moxy here, and here, and here.

That these guys remain a “cult favorite” while Barenaked Ladies became international stars is something I will never, ever comprehend.

From their 1992 DIY cassette comes this, a tale of heartbreak and resolve and resiliency and renewal.

Never had a girl to call his own…

From the Früvous quill comes a sorry tale of love and illin’
Romeo found the balcony too high, ended up with second billin’
She loved in triplicate, left his heart a blank to fill in
Lost his faith immaculate when Cupid became a villain

B.J. don’t cry no more
Wonders what his heart is beating for
Says he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

In a fit of rage he tore down all her gifts and promises
Sick and tired of hearing ’bout those Harry, Dick, and Thomases
Banished her for life he did, right then and there, from the premises
Once Holy Virgin Queen, now on the scene, his nemesis

B.J. don’t cry no more
Wondered what his heart is beating for
Said he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

He thought about his life, his heart began to rush
He buried the crown, found a bucket and a brush
B.J. paints town..

Now on the street, our wounded soul is looking quite gregarial
Heart of tin has shed his skin, given it a hefty burial
As with logic, as with reason, as with science actuarial
Rallied ’round the Früvous flag, burnt the kitchen, raised the aerial

B.J. don’t cry no more
Found out what his heart was beating for
Used to take it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

Turn it over, little man
He took a trip, B.J.’s on a train
Far far away, but he’ll be back again one rainy day

B.J. don’t cry no more
B.J. don’t cry no more

So there we have a story lived in person, told by proxy
‘Bout a mild-mannered mannequin, every Wednesday hit the Roxy
Till there, his own reflection showed him his orthodoxy
Now he hikes the Himalayas, stuffs his letters full of Moxy!

B.J. don’t cry no more
Found out what his heart was beating for
Used to take it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.
Said he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

And now he’s swinging in the yard,
He’s the junior bard from the Julliard…

Embrace The Suck: Number 23

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Previously I discussed the importance of Embracing The Suck. This week many tributes have been aired and published in honor of Michael Jordan’s 50th birthday, and it’s been recounted many times how one summer Michael chose to embrace the suck at the prime of his basketball career.

In 1993, the greatest player in the history of the game quit. Walked away. He wanted to do something different, something he knew that he would very likely suck at. He wanted to play baseball.

Michael’s father had been murdered that summer. Michael was devastated. He idolized his dad, even imitating how his dad stuck out his tongue while engrossed in his work. Michael adopted that and made it part of his signature move when he drove to the basket.

The elder Jordan’s dream was that Michael would be a baseball star. That was all the incentive Michael needed to quit the Bulls and sign a minor-league contract with the White Sox. Of course, it didn’t hurt that Jerry Reinsdorf owned both teams.

A former high school pitcher and NBA burnout, Jordan had traded his high-tops for a pair of spikes. Shaken by his father’s murder and emotionally frail after three consecutive NBA titles, Jordan retired from basketball in the fall of ’93. He’d instead chase those dreamy last conversations he’d had with his father, the ones where they’d muse over leaving basketball, playing baseball, discovering a fresh thirst for an unconquerable game… By the standards of his previous job, Michael Jordan was going to fail – wholly, miserably, and publicly. – Tim Brown

By the standards of you and me, mere mortals, Jordan distinguished himself reasonably well. In 127 games with the Double-A Birmingham Barons he batted .202, struck out 114 times, and committed 11 errors. He also stole 30 bases, drove in 51 runs, and hit three home runs.

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By the standards of Number 23, though, he sucked. Wholly, miserably, and publicly. Like Superman without his powers. Jordan was mocked in the stands and in the press. And guess what else: he didn’t care. It didn’t matter to him. He was relentless. He humbled himself. He attached his heart and soul to the game of baseball and gave it his all.

Tens of thousands came to witness one of the great athletes of his generation loop a single into right-center field. Tens of thousands more, perhaps, came to see him strike out. Often, they left happy. – Tim Brown

By the end of the summer Michael knew it was time to return to basketball. He announced it in a two-word press release: “I’m back.”

So what’s the point? It’s this: Jordan put his all, his heart and soul, into something he knew he was probably going to suck at. He didn’t require baseball not to suck. He accepted the suck. He embraced the suck. At the end, he took pride in having survived the suck.

It’s a powerful lesson: Accept failure. Enjoy it, even. Embrace the suck, for the suck is part of the process. – A.J. Jacobs

If you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something. – Neil Gaiman

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If Air Jordan can walk away from something he excelled at, deliberately put himself into a suck situation, embrace it, and survive it, so can I. So can you. Let’s do this. Be like Mike.

Nothin’ wrong with a little end zone dance.


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Reblog: Haven’t heard from The Rude Pundit for awhile.

“Asskicker-in-chief.” I love it.

Random Observations On Last Night’s Second Presidential Debate. Excerpts:

  • For most of the 100 minutes or so, Obama was not the usual punk-ass Democrat, trying to find places to agree with the Republican. Instead, he was the asskicker-in-chief, taking Romney and the audience to school again and again. If this had been the first debate, we’d be talking about how big a landslide the president would win by. But it wasn’t. And while Obama will still eke out a victory, it would have been nice to have put it away.
  • Obama said, “Governor Romney was a very successful investor. If somebody came to you, Governor, with a plan that said, here, I want to spend $7 or $8 trillion, and then we’re going to pay for it, but we can’t tell you until maybe after the election how we’re going to do it, you wouldn’t take such a sketchy deal and neither should you, the American people,” and that was the kind of pimp slap that’d make even the most hardened pimp flinch in sympathy. Everyone is talking about the Libya/”acts of terror” moment as the key. That was orgasmic in its pure evisceration of Romney, but, really, Mitt didn’t recover after this smacking.
  • The “show him the rabbits” pathetic moment was when Romney chanted, “Government does not create jobs. Government does not create jobs,” like a child having a fit on the supermarket floor.
  • It bears saying that if Mitt Romney became a governor in 2003 and didn’t know any women who could take a position in his administration, then Mitt Romney has never given a damn about women he can’t fuck.
  • Romney kept saying that Obama didn’t “file a bill” on things like immigration. Because if Romney had said that something didn’t pass, then that opens the door to saying that the Republican senators are a bunch of assholes who care more about preventing an Obama victory on anything than on helping the nation.

Note to Mitt:

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When you’re in a debate with President Obama, and you’re making your point, and Obama tells you, “Please proceed, Governor….”

You are well and truly fucked.

Just Keep Going, Buddy, Don’t Let Me Stop You

MR. ROMNEY: Yeah, I – I certainly do. I certainly do. I – I think it’s interesting the president just said something which is that on the day after the attack, he went in the Rose Garden and said that this was an act of terror. You said in the Rose Garden the day after the attack it was an act of terror. It was not a spontaneous demonstration.

PRESIDENT OBAMA: Please proceed.

MR. ROMNEY: Is that what you’re saying?

PRESIDENT OBAMA: Please proceed, Governor.

MR. ROMNEY: I – I – I want to make sure we get that for the record, because it took the president 14 days before he called the attack in Benghazi an act of terror.

PRESIDENT OBAMA: Get the transcript.

MS. CROWLEY: It – he did in fact, sir. So let me – let me call it an act of terrorism – (inaudible) –

PRESIDENT OBAMA: Can you say that a little louder, Candy? (Laughter, applause.)

Another great blog.

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I was pointed toward this one by Leah’s blog Dream Big Cape Breton.

Advanced Riskology.

Very cool, just what I needed when I needed it. I especially dig Tyler’s post 13 Rules For Being Alone And Being Happy About It. This post has the best, most accurate description of introversion I have ever read. Plus:

“I’ve never come home from a trip feeling anything less than a better, stronger person.”

“It’s very easy to find someone to spend time with, but when you have high standards for the people you allow into your life, you’re telling yourself that you’re better off by yourself than with someone who isn’t a great fit for you.”

“There is no such thing as a boring person. There is no such thing as a boring situation. If you’re ever bored, it’s because you’re not paying attention. This is a problem with you, not with your surroundings.”

“The purpose for your life doesn’t need to be complex or earth shattering. It doesn’t have to be big or overwhelming. It only needs to be present. Once it’s there, it gets much easier to make plans you can take action on. Pursue these plans immediately. Don’t put them off. Don’t wait for the perfect opportunity. Perfect never comes, and the longer you wait, the harder it is to get started.”

True that. Take a look.

Says it all.

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“Everything will be okay in the end.
If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.”

– Paolo Cuelho

Past masters: Ernest Hemingway

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“The world breaks everyone; and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.” – A Farewell To Arms