Tuesday Trash Day Fever Dreams

I’ve been ill. Nothing serious. I’m out of practice. I gather that the whole world is ill pretty much continuously. They wander around sneezing on each other at every opportunity. My former, isolated, solitary life precluded being sneezed on whether people wanted to do it or not.

So I parked my sorry flanks on the couch and sneezed and coughed and had minor visions for a few days. I watched old movies with the sound off. Most movies are improved somewhat by turning the sound off. It is a visual medium, after all, unless you’re into those televised stage plays masquerading as movies. In regular movies, you can imagine much more witty things for people to say than what actually got said before the director yelled cut because he’d run out of film and fortieth take wasn’t any better than the second. In more recent movies, actors just mumble and whisper, trying to sound serious, so you don’t have much of an idea what’s being said anyway. So no great loss. Why not turn the sound off? The multitudes of people who die funny still die funny, whether AHHnold makes a decidedly un-pithy pithy remark over their corpse or not.

So Tuesday Trash Day has kind of sneaked up on me. There’s no reason to let standards slip, though. Let’s clear out a little congestion in the lungs of our browsers, shall we?

Why Are We So Mediocre at What We Do?

When I shelved my phone and laptop, I was convinced I’d unleash my supposedly caged potential. But there was nothing there. Just silence. The endless scrolling hadn’t been suppressing some hidden genius; it had been filling a void I couldn’t face. It was easier to blame inanimate objects than admit the painful truth: I thoroughly sucked at everything I tried—which explained my constant escape to the screen.

Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

The secret Poker Game You Can Play on the Subway!

Subway Poker is a two-player game that transforms your everyday subway ride into a dynamic poker experience. The game utilizes the seating arrangement of passengers to create poker hands, adding a layer of excitement and unpredictability to your journey.

I’m not sure about how putting a chokehold on a joker in the pack fits in with the rules.

Iberian miracle amazes Europe: Spain and Portugal become engine of eurozone economy

Much has been said about the reasons for this remarkable growth in Spain and Portugal. Both economies are service-orientated, and therefore less exposed to the current weakness of manufacturing in the rest of the eurozone. Both have large tourism sectors and have been important beneficiaries of the post-pandemic recovery in international travel, while net migration flows have increased, fuelling strong demographic growth.

Neither seems to have built a natural gas pipeline to their main supplier and then sat on their hands and whistled after one of their friends blew it up. That might have had something to do with it.

Removing Federal Judges Without Impeachment

But what about the cherished independence of federal judges? Too much emphasis has been laid on the independence of judges and not enough on the Constitution’s provisions that promote judicial accountability, which include the grant of life tenure subject to termination for misbehavior. Judges do enjoy a certain type of independence—they cannot be punished for the judgments they issue. But the Constitution makes clear that federal judges do not have an absolute or a boundless independence. If an Inspector General would further judicial accountability, that fact counts in favor of the Inspector General proposal.

Hmm. Do Hawaiian judges read the Yale Law Review? Maybe they should.

Japan Perfected 7-Eleven. Why Can’t the US Get It Right?

The shop is well lit; the floor, pristine. The welcoming aroma of freshly fried chicken and steamed pork buns wafts through the air. Customers pop in to snag on-the-go comfort foods such as savory onigiri and creamy egg salad on squishy white bread. It’s a scene that plays out hundreds of times a day at more than 21,000 7-Eleven locations across Japan, where the convenience stores inspire almost cultlike loyalty.

Yes, it’s a dark and bloody mystery why the same stores in Japan, filled with Japanese shoppers and Japanese clerks, are nicer than the American stores. A riddle wrapped in an enigma buried in a sweatsock.

[Many thanks go out to Gerry for his generous praise and hit on our Ko-Fi tip jar. It’s is much appreciated. Although, he might have been damning me with faint praise. He thanked me for my “brilliant writing.” He didn’t offer an opinion on the other 98% of my output.]

[Update: Additional thanks goes out to Ralph for his generous contribution to our tip jar. It’s greatly appreciated.]

I Have No Idea Why This Is Good

Well, better than good, really. It’s kinda great, though I feel funny saying so, because I don’t understand why I liked it so much. It’s an odd choice for the singer, but she was always trying to bang her square peg into any round musical hole that caught her attention. Way back when, I wanted to see Jaco Pastorius play the bass, so I had to go see her stand in front of him to do it. I guess if you swing for the fences all the time, you strike out a lot, but the music world has plenty of solid singles already. Why not go for it?

The funny thing is, it’s the only version of Trouble Man, except the original, that’s any good. Hell, Marvin Gaye’s live renditions of the song aren’t very good. He just treats it like any other uptempo R&B number he’s doing. But the song itself is sublime, orchestral, moody, even though it was composed in service to an unwatchable seventies movie. It sounded like you were getting the straight skinny from someone who knew all about the three things for sure: taxes, death, and trouble.

The audience is getting off on it, and applauds at odd times, and Joni can’t help but smile just a little at them. Then she remembers what she’s trying to do, and gets serious about it again. What’s she doing? Beats me.

I Don’t Want It Good. I Want It Tuesday

That’s a Jack Warner quote in the header. One of the Warner Brothers. No-nonsense guy. Bit of a bastard. More or less cheated his brothers out of their share of the movie studio, and ran it himself. It’s easy to forget guys like Jack Warner. Everyone remembers the movies that got made by his studio. He hired lots of big stars that everyone remembers. But it’s guys like him that have always run Hollywood. Money rules that town, and the output is secondary.

I wonder what Jack Warner would say about the rise of the film directors who came after his reign, and who demanded full control over their productions, and a blank check for a budget. On second thought, no I don’t.  I don’t want it good. I want it Tuesday about covers it.

So let’s take a page from Jack Warner’s handbook. We’ll clean out our browser bookmarks, and it won’t be good, but it will be Tuesday.

Face of a Saint: Thomas Aquinas’ Appearance Revealed After 750 Years

On the heels of the skull of St. Thomas Aquinas touring the nation, a new study released this week gives Catholics a glimpse at what the “Angelic Doctor” may have looked like. The image of the doctor of the Church who contributed a wealth of wisdom in the areas of theology and philosophy was reconstructed using the saint’s skull.

I’ll wager that Thomas Aquinas’ empty skull still has more wisdom in it than Richard Dawkins noggin ever had.

Rwandan scientists develop local yeast for banana wine-makers

For years, Augusti Ntivuguruzwa struggled to perfect his banana wine in Rwanda. As for many traditional wine-makers in the country, each batch brought uncertainty about whether regulators would approve his product. “Before now, we did not have any yeast specifically made for banana wine and it has been difficult for regulators to approve of the banana wine we produce,” says Ntivuguruzwa.

I feel like I’m reading a Norm Crosby bit. For years, Augusti Notagonnaworkhereanymore straggled to project his bilingual whine in a fish called Wanda.

The Mafias Behind Sand Trafficking in Latin America

Some Mexican sand mafias may export their product to the United States, though the issue has not received as much attention from authorities as the smuggling of drugs and people across the border. Beiser said legal sand mining has gotten public pushback due to its effects on water quality, which could be pushing construction companies in the border region to use illegal sand.

Interestingly, “Mexican Sand Mafias” is the name of my Santana tribute band. But I digress.

How an Upstate Town Took Back Its Power

Massena Electric’s standard rate for residential customers is around four cents per kilowatt hour, all charges included. That makes it some of the cheapest electricity in the country — largely thanks to NYPA’s preferential rates for municipal utilities. National Grid customers pay closer to 15 cents per kilowatt hour, on average.

I recently lived less than one mile from a hydroelectric dam, a dozen windmills, and a plant producing electricity using black liquor. But somehow I was paying seventeen cents a kilowatt hour. There’s a lot to be said for municipal services.

reCAPTCHA: 819 million hours of wasted human time and billions of dollars in Google profits

By 2025, reCAPTCHA is easily defeated by bots. Yet Google continues to offer it because reCAPTCHA has evolved into a tracking tool that collects user data and generates billions in revenue for Google, according to Chuppl. “Re-captcha takes a pixel by pixel fingerprint of your browser, a realtime map of everything you do on the internet.”

Next you’ll be telling me that they don’t really care how many motorcycles are in the pictures.

When Louis Armstrong Conquered Chicago

As they rode the cab to Philo Atkins’s apartment building, Oliver told Armstrong his room would have a private bath.

“What’s a private bath?” Armstrong asked.

“Listen, you little slew-foot sommitch, don’t be so damn dumb,” Oliver said with a “funny” look.

“But he had forgot, that he must have wondered the same thing when he first came up north,” Armstrong reflected. “Because in New Orleans the neighborhood we lived, we never heard of such a thing as a bath tub Period…Letlone a private bath….Savy?”

One of the most genial performers, ever.

There Hasn’t Been Much if Any Reduction in WFH in over Two Years, Despite the Hype about RTO

The average occupancy in the top 10 office markets in the latest week was still only at 54% of where it had been before Covid, so still down by 46% from pre-Covid, and only a few percentage points higher of where it had been at the same time in 2023, and just a hair higher than at the same time in 2024.

How you going to keep them down on the cubicle farm, now that they’ve been pants-free?

Make McKinley Great Again

“Is it not better, therefore, I submit that the income of the government shall be secured by putting a tax or a duty upon foreign products, and at the same time carefully providing that such duties shall be on products of foreign growth and manufacture which compete with like products of home growth and manufactures, so that, while we are raising all the revenues needed by the government, we shall do it with a discriminating regard for our own people, their products and their employments?”

Be careful. Talk like that could get a guy shot.

Using lab-grown human mini-brains, scientists find links between head trauma, herpes, and Alzheimer’s

Decades of epidemiological data have shown that infections with herpes simplex virus type 1, or HSV-1 can raise the risk of Alzheimer’s disease in certain people. So can a history of head injury. The new research, published Tuesday in Science Signaling, is the first to connect the dots between them, and adds to mounting evidence that this most common form of dementia can be caused by an everyday microbe.

I’m still trying to process the phrase “lab-grown human mini-brains.” Other than that, it sounds like they’re suggesting you should wear a hockey helmet when you visit a brothel.

Regularly eating eggs supports a lower risk of cardiovascular disease-related death

Published in the Journal Nutrients, the researchers found that for relatively healthy older adults, consuming eggs 1-6 times per week was associated with a lower risk of all-cause mortality (death from any cause) and CVD mortality compared to those who rarely or never eat eggs.

I’ve seen what eggs cost this week. So choose wisely between heart attacks and bankruptcy.

Have a good day, confreres!

Mutually Exclusive Terms? How About: Pop Heavyweights?

You can’t talk about seventies pop without Todd Rundgren and Daryl Hall being mentioned. Rundgren made it to #16 on the Billboard Hot 100 with I Saw the Light in 1972. He played all the instruments and sang all the parts on the original recording. That was still something of a novelty back then, and a lot of musicians mimicked his approach after that, and some hired him to produce their records because of it. The first song he ever wrote, Hello It’s Me, made it to #6 on the pop charts as a re-recording in 1973. It was still in the “necking under the bleachers” playlist when I went to high school a while after that. It’s still in regular airplay on geezerrock stations, although it’s not very rock, when you get right down to it. Many following generations only know him from his Bang the Drum All Day song, which gets played in arenas while guys are lacing their skates or waiting around while umpires argue about first downs and such.

Rundgren had a hell of a run as a record producer. He owned the seventies and early eighties with acts like Badfinger, Grand Funk, Meat Loaf, and XTC.

Daryl Hall (and Oates) had a bunch of hits in the seventies, but everyone mostly remembers the eighties output. In a way, he’s a weird, way more talented, way more successful, way older version of me. He was a musician, an early adopter of the internet, had Lyme Disease, and renovated a house in Maine, and then sold it. We’re almost tainted blood brothers who never met.

Both these guys weren’t rock screamers. Rock music lets you get by when you’re younger by shouting. Most people blow their voices out doing it, and end up sounding like Bob Dylan does now, or a frog croaking in a pond. Guys that learned how to actually sing before they got famous can last well into their dotage, and still hit the notes. Even if they don’t appear to be able to afford shoes.

Some Not Bad, Nearly Good Free Movies on YouTube

For one reason or another, major movie studios are dumping full-length movies onto YouTube. Not the awful pay YouTube, either. Just regler old YouTube. Here’s a link to Warner Brothers entertainment landfill. I’ve noticed other studios are starting to do the same thing. If you poke around, you’ll find more. New Hollywood movies are like Ivory soap’s evil twin. They’re 99.9% impure. So if they dump the older stuff on YouTube, you might as well scarf it up while you can. I imagine next stop after abandonment on YouTube is erasing anything that doesn’t conform to today’s bizarre sociological landscape.

I assume there are ads playing on these. I have no idea, though. I’ve never seen an ad on YouTube, or on the results the few times I’ve ever used Google. If you use Firefox for a browser, just get uBlock Origin, and maybe NoScript if you’re really sick of programmatic advertising everywhere, and you’ll never be bothered by such things.

I’ve also heard, ahem, that if you’re tired of looking at things in the browser, you can use yt-dlg to download videos onto your desktop. It will turn videos into regular mp4 format that you can play in your Jellyfin app or Plex on Roku on your TV or something similar. If you add the date to the movie’s title, like this: The Wind and the Lion (1975).mp4 , apps like Plex and Jellyfin will go out on the intertunnel and grab screenshots and movie info and cast info automagically. Of course this is all advice for Windows computers. If you have an Apple something or other, I’m not sure exactly what happens, but I’ll bet it involves getting a second mortgage and mailing the proceeds to Steve Jobs’ festering corpse to watch anything.

The Warner Movies are hit and miss, of course. Here’s a quick rundown on the ones I’ve seen:

The Wind and the Lion isn’t a good movie or anything, but it’s good for unintentional laughs. It’s a John Milius script, so it has its moments, some truly bizarre, as is his wont. Sean Connery as a lion of the desert with a burr is a hoot. The movie is worth the price of admission to see Brian Keith as Teddy Roosevelt. He’s bully.

Michael Collins is a good movie, and a pretty good history lesson, too. Little known fact: the actual man standing next to the real Michael Collins in the Post Office getting shelled by the British army has the same (Gaelic version) of my father’s name.

The Incredible Mr. Limpet is lots of fun if you’ve got toddlers to entertain. The back and forth between live action and cartoons was state of the art back in the day, and still holds up. And if you need a guy that looks like a fish, Don Knotts is your man.

Waiting for Guffman is amusing. It’s a Christopher Guest smarmy sendup, with the usual cast of cutups he keeps in his orbit. It’s not This Is Spinal Tap, but it’s free.

Mutiny on the Bounty, from 1962, is a terrifically underrated film. It came out the same year as Lawrence of Arabia, so it never really got its head above sea level, audience or Oscar-wise. Brando is Fletcher Christian, and takes half a reel to try to get a British accent going, and then mercifully mostly gives up and mumbles his lines admirably. Trevor Howard is the best Bligh ever. There’s lots of familiar faces in the Bounty’s crew, including Richard Harris. The scene where the hula dancers come roaring up the path towards the luau is jaw dropping. Don’t miss it.

The Year of Living Dangerously isn’t bad. Mad Mel does his best “I’m running fast” scenes, and Sigourney looks almost fetching as his paramour. If you don’t know a Suharto from a Sukarno, you might have trouble following the plot a bit. Indonesia was the meaningless slogan capitol of the world at the time between the two of them, and children who grew up there probably got the hang of it early.

The Mission is a flawed masterpiece. It’s a Robert Bolt script. The Catholic story of the Americas get short shrift from Hollywood mostly, but this movie goes deep into the jungle, literally, and Catholic politics, figuratively. Nearly everyone but Jeremy Irons is totally miscast, but it doesn’t matter much. And remember, Jesuits are an order, not a democracy.

There’s a Jackie Chan movie in there. I mean, how bad can a Jackie Chan movie be? Might as well watch that one, too. And after you watch Archer a few times, you’ll want to watch Burt Reynolds and Clint Eastwood in City Heat.

Who says there’s no such thing as a free lunch? This one might give you intellectual indigestion here and there, but the price is right.

Warner Brothers Free Movies

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