I recently wrote about a TV show called “Blackish,” which I vow to never like, even if it might have some good parts. I hate it; I’m a hater. I hate it without even watching it. I hate it on principle.
But the more I think about it, I’m not sure what I hate.
It’s very difficult for me.
Like you, probably, I want to stop thinking about it.
It’s me on the radio (below) a year ago, talking about my CD and novel combo, “Share The Moon!” Chris DiPaola and I talked for an hour and he played a bunch of songs! What fun!
I also wanted to say I’ll be on the radio Saturday night (Jan. 6) (tonight if you’re reading this with your morning coffee)!
I’ll be on for an hour Saturday on “Alternative Nation” with Denise Acker Taylor on 96.7 FM The Buzz, starting at nine. Please tune in! We’ll talk about the Garageband era, regional musicians and writing … and I might even play a song!
You can listen on the air or via the Buzz app (HERE), or stream right out of any browser on THE BUZZ’S site.
What could be better? I like them little, so you can just pop them in your mouth. I also like to fry them instead of in the oven.
The recipe is simple …
1) Move to a house where they do not have city gas.
2) Periodically have trouble sleeping.
3) Eventually your propane delivery service, during a “bad winter,” probably soon, will charge you four-dollars per gallon. After paying $800-a-month a few times, quit your propane company and install a pellet stove.
4) Bide the time at night, when you can’t sleep, watching television. Soon you’ll own a Nuwave2 Precision Inductive Cooktop, the ultimate nose-flip at those propane people.
The latest from my kitchen is, I have some new apples. This news is similar to previous reports from the kitchen, but although I have new apples frequently, it’s still news.
These new apples are organic. I didn’t read the details, but they’re different than just a regular apple.
First, they come in a plastic bag with graphics, and it says “organic” in big letters; there’s even a fancy plastic bag zipper. Second, they are smaller than regular apples. These organic apples have little holes in them, and are also less shiny and good-looking than regular apples.
Oh, and they cost more.
So, they’re organic. In order to learn more, I pretended to have a conversation with Lou Johnson, President of the Organic Apple Association, a watchdog group that protects the organic apple industry from unfair trade practices. Lou lives in Texas “off the grid,” in a small camper.
As you might imagine, I don’t watch it. Really, I only watched a few minutes, and only to confirm in my overheated brain the concept is really what it is.
I feel like I’m going out on a limb, but this is a show named “blackish” because it’s about a group of people who are black, but look kind of like white people … like Obama. I didn’t make this up. I’m just saying it out loud.
This will help, as time goes by and my predictions become true, demonstrate my amazingness (he said while typing on a little computer in bed in his sweats).
First off, I predict Chloe Kohanski will win “The Voice.” Those of you who follow popular music probably think I’m cheating a little, since the competition was over last week, and Chloe actually did win … But I predicted it in November!
Already hard to keep up, huh?
In Chloe’s case, I didn’t actually call the winner, but I saw it comin’!
But Chistmas doesn’t have to be over! Here’s wishing you Christmas every day, with Fever, a talented group from southestern Connecticut, and their great new Christmas video! When you see and hear how much fun these folks are having, you won’t care what day it is!
Yesterday I recommended being a great writer, then marketing yourself. Sounds easy, huh? Well, it may not be so easy, but two things are for sure … in order to be a professional, making money, you have to be great, and in order to be great, you have to be bad.
I have nephew attending college in New York, majoring in English. I saw Robbie over the weekend, but forgot to ask him if he was planning on becoming a rap star with his degree.
But why not?
Something about “poetry,” whether my class (which I aced) at Boston College years-ago, a quaint, stuffy little book, a professor with eyeglasses … the images conjured up by the word “poetry” are hoity-toity to me.
You too? At least, the image of poetry isn’t like rap music.