Your Daily Dose of Gypsy Jazz

Whole lotta firepower in this one. Adrien Moignard, Noé Reinhardt, Rocky Gresset, Sébastien Giniaux & Antoine Boyer. Noe gets my vote for the most musical.

The Working Man’s Musical Mount Rushmore

I love caveman in a top hat Leon Russell wandering around and playing the guitar. He’s not really a guitar player, except he can play it. He’s a piano player. He’s the bandleader here, and you can see him sort of motioning to this player and that to indicate some change of dynamics he’s looking for. It’s one of the most high-powered R&B bands I can imagine. Jim Keltner, Carl Radle, Jim Price, Bobby Keys, etc.

Everyone figured Joe Cocker was just channeling Ray Charles, but there’s more to it than that. I remember some offhand interview with Joe and he scratched his head over that idea, and said he wanted to sing like Long John Baldry, of all people, and it just came out the way it did. Well, Joe got Baldry’s alcoholism and drug abuse angle covered, anyway.

Joe was a gasfitter who decided to sing. He’s a working man. Put him on the working man’s Rushmore, where he belongs. He won’t hold still to pose for it, though.

Do Stuff. Fix Junk. Make Things

This video is almost an hour long, but it’s well worth your time.

I often point out that woodworking videos on the intertunnel seem fairly strange to me, and occasionally infuriating. Pretty much everyone’s making ugly things in weird ways. There’s a generational divide that enters into it that I more or less understand. Younger fellers are much more interested in auto restorations than house renovations. When I was a kid, the local handy guy would have a table saw, an radial arm saw, and maybe a router in their basement. And lots of baby food jars full of wood screws, of course. Today’s handy feller down the street is much more likely to have a MIG welder and an angle grinder and an engine dolly in his garage. My own son is constantly fixing his elderly car rather than having it fixed, for example. I fix my car because I have to. He likes doing it.

I think the general idea people share about the modern economy is that everything is going to be available and disposable. I doubt it. I think more people should learn how to rely on their own mettle to restore their own metal, and many other things that have been discarded without a second thought. Not just because you might have to, although that’s possible. Because you want to is just as good.

Peak 1972

Oh yes, 1972 was the longest year ever, and I mean that in every which way. It was a leap year, and instead of just adding a day, they tossed in two seconds, too, because calendar math is hard and they had to make up for lost time. The seventies were like that. The world was circling some kind of drain, and it was all you could do to keep up with it. You could have tossed in a decade and still found yourself behind the eight-ball.

The RMS Queeen Elizabeth caught fire and sank in Hong Kong. Not too long after that, Hong Kong kinda disappeared too. In Idaho, the piquantly named Sunshine Mine had a decidedly non-piquant fire that resulted in 100 miners seeing the sunshine for the last time. Japanese Red Army members, of all people, killed 26 people in Lod airport in Israel in support of Palestine, because they didn’t have enough to keep them busy at home, I guess. Not to be outdone, Black September killed 11 Israeli athletes at the Olympics before they could come in 14th in their respective sports. A man you couldn’t pick out of a lineup became the last man to walk on the moon. A train crashed in Mexico and killed 208 people while the world shrugged. On the military-industrial-complex front, a Sabre jet crashed in Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor in Sacramento and killed 23 people, including 12 children. Jigme Singye Wangchuck succeeded his father Jigme Dorji Wangchuck as King of Bhutan. It would be another decade or so before everybody could Wangchuck tonight, however.

Five unauthorized room service personnel were caught wandering around the Watergate Hotel in Washington, DC. Burundi decided to scoff at the scale of our nuclear weapons program and hacked 500,000 Hutis to death with kitchen utensils. The US and the USSR pinky-swore never to develop biological weapons — if anyone was looking. The NVA decided it was a good time to cross one of those dotted lines and start wandering around in South Vietnam. Mount Fuji decided it had 19 more climbers than it needed. Enough VW Beetles got made to pass the Model T in all-time production numbers. The American Beetles arrived just in time to be pushed to a gas station on either an odd or even day to get their rationed gas in a year or so.

A Nazi was named the Secretary-General of the United Nations. In his defense, he said he wasn’t really all that into it, you know, the Nazi thing, and even though prisoners were shot about a football field length away from his desk in the concentration camp, and his immediate superior was executed for war crimes, all he knew was that, you know, some people did some things. The Club of Rome got together and tried to decide what kind of bugs we should all be eating by now. A flood nobody much remembers in Rapid City, South Dakota killed 238 people. And Shoichi Yokoi, a sergeant in the Imperial Japanese Army, staggered out of the jungle in Guam, after 28 years of refusing to surrender to the Americans at the end of WW II.

If it were me, I would have blinked, rubbed my eyes, looked around, and walked back into the jungle.

Shop Like a Billionaire

What is a game?

There are lots of definitions abroad in the land. People like to argue about the difference between a sport and a game, for instance. You could stir up some trouble differentiating between a toy and a game, too, I guess. Here’s as good an explanation of a game as I’ve seen:

A game is a voluntary attempt to overcome unnecessary obstacles.

That’s a pretty good high-level view of it. The unnecessary obstacle in your way might be anything from a 320-pound offensive tackle to Boardwalk and Park Place with hotels on them. Games is games.

What about your pocket Pandora’s Box? You know, your smartphone, the most totally misnamed device ever. It’s not smart, and everyone uses it to avoid talking to anyone, so we really should call it something else. Pocket Pandora is as good a name as any. It’s basically only good for the intellectual version of slash and burn agriculture if you ask me. You’re reading this, so you asked me.

Most people try to convince themselves that their Pocket Pandora is a useful tool. It’s really not. For most people, it’s a toy to pass the time, and for the rest, a game device. In almost every case, an app on your Pocket Pandora represents a voluntary attempt to overcome unnecessary obstacles. They don’t think it be like it is, but it do.

For example, some folks want to be able to turn the lights in their house on and off using their phone. They figure this is an improvement on a light switch, because it sounds less complicated than extracting their flabby ass from the couch cushions and shuffling across the room to do it, but in reality it adds all sorts of complexity to what should be a simple operation. You have to find your phone and call up an app and fiddle with it so your phone can talk to a cell tower and then to a mainframe somewhere to send signals back to who knows what to operate an electronic device to switch off the lights.

It’s a solution in search of a problem, of course. But the reason it caught on with so many people is that it has essentially been made into a game. Turning the lights on and off is necessary, but it’s hardly interesting. By making it into a game with your phone, they’ve convinced you that it’s a worthwhile waste of your time and money. What’s the harm in that, you might ask? Isn’t turning everything into a game an improvement?

When you want a toddler to do something they don’t want to do, you make it into a game. Open the tunnel, here comes the choo choo (filled with mush you just refused to eat). Please note who’s in charge in this scenario, and who’s getting duped. Worse still, if you’re duped into playing a game, you’re just the little tin car or boot being pushed onto Boardwalk or Park Place by someone else. You have no agency. You’re not actually playing. You’re being played.

Your Pocket Pandora is 99% designed to play you for a dupe, by fooling you into feeling like you have agency. Let’s test my supposition. I’ll go to the seventh circle of iPhone hell and ask it for the most popular app for an iPhone. Here it is:

I don’t know how many people are using this thing, because I’ve never heard of it, but please note the fine print: it has 860,000 people willing to give it a review on the Jobsstore.

On the front page for the app, I’ll grab excerpts from the first three reviews they have:

Where have you been ask my life???

I love this app so much. I cannot believe that all these sellers are on here and sellers such great products at great prices too. I know some cannot use the app but for those who can it is even easier in the app and you can do so much on here. It’s not some store app that is boring it is exciting and they seem to update it all the time…

… I also especially love the games I as of late have according to my husband become addicted to winning lol. I just have to spend a very small amount of time winning items and well I’ve gotten so many people in My family And friends circle on this app. They love it just as much.

Here’s the next one:

… I AM glad I gave it a try and hope I don’t blow all my expendable income on it because, while there are a few things I need, most of it is just stuff I want. They do honor the initial 90% off gift and if you have time to play their popularity/annoy your friends game, you can get some great deals. The coupons don’t last long enough at all. The other day I had a $16 off $40 coupon but it expired in 24 hours when I was still building my next cart, so I find myself waiting to make the purchase until I receive a good coupon. I have tried the referral thing to win free items and credits but I’m lame and antisocial so I don’t know enough people and I also don’t have the time to peruse reddit for hours looking for strangers to “click for click” with. It makes me a little frustrated (and obviously just jealous) when I see people who have received 100+ free gifts they’re going to resell just because they are kids with no jobs and spend their days being “influencers” on tik tok-In that regard it feels like a tween’s app, but again, I’m just lame so you may have better luck with the whole “Team Up Price Down” thing.

Here’s the next one:

…Again, I am overall satisfied with my shopping experience. Do not be scammed by the games- farmland and fish land seem like fun ways to win or earn free products or coupons but the closer you get to the goal, the harder they get to reach. Very time consuming and all the “free gift” boxes they tell are exclusive to you, are not. The prices never change. It’s just consumer manipulation and again, just a waste of time. Stuff is still super cheap and you get what’s advertised. Still worth using

Turn on your phone. Get likes. Get hits. Get coupons. Get discounts. Get followers. Get news updates. Open up, here comes the choo choo!

Month: January 2024

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