Friday, October 24, 2008

The New-Look Malvernia.com


Well, it looks like the updates are complete on the malvernia.com website. It's got a great new look and feel to it. It also appears that some conspicuous blog post links are appearing on the side of the front page, which bear a striking resemblance to blog post titles found on the site you're enjoying right now. Well, this should be interesting.

I'll remind the folks coming over to this site that while I can't promise All-Malvern content, your experience will be richly rewarded with thought-provoking content that you can use and re-use in your daily interactions with family, friends, co-workers, and the like. Yes, feel free to enlighten someone that, indeed, Steve Buschemi's teeth actually DO have independent contracts. (factcheck.com that one!). As I stated before, think of this as the online, tech-savvy version of "Grannies Have More Fun" (Bridge Club updates and sweet roll recipes forthcoming).

Okay, well then at the very least, don't take thigs too seriously over here. I certainly don't. While I may strive for better content, it's still usually the shiniest, loudest things in front of me that will get my attention & end up here, unfortunately. I gotta be me. And please....please do not have my dear mother be guilty by association for any offenses caused on this site. The poor woman can't operate a remote control, let alone turn on and navigate a computer. She knows not what goes on here. And that's probably a good thing.

Well, welcome back, Malvernia.com friends. Enjoy.....and endure.

UPDATE: Well, seems as if the link I had bookmarked was actually linked to the still "work in progress" website. So it's not done yet. I'll leave the links up since I don't think it's hurting anything. Still some functionality stuff to work out on it, I hear. Anyway, I think it looks good. So there's no true Malvernites linking here through that site yet. We can still talk about dick jokes & get away with it. Score.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Random Thoughts

A new feature I thought I'd add. If I'm quick enough to jott down these little nuggets as they pass through and out of the gray matter, I'll post them weekly. Some might be a bit off-color. Some might be gold. You be the judge. Add to the list, if you'd like.

-- Steve Buschemi's teeth each operate under their own independent contract.

-- Democrats and Republicans need to settle on one lone definition of the term "Elitist".

-- Eavesrop on an old ladies' conversation long enough, and you'll hear about rhubarb.

-- I'm 32 years old, and I still get goosebumps when I see Hulk Hogan step into the squared circle.

-- There's teamwork, and then there's Steve Buschemi's teeth.

Friday, October 17, 2008

In Warren We Trust


This isn't rocket science, but it seems as if it has to come from this guy before the vast majority of investors really get it. Such a bad ass.


"Let me be clear on one point: I can’t predict the short-term movements of the stock market. I haven’t the faintest idea as to whether stocks will be higher or lower a month — or a year — from now. What is likely, however, is that the market will move higher, perhaps substantially so, well before either sentiment or the economy turns up. So if you wait for the robins, spring will be over."


--Warren Buffett

Sunday, October 12, 2008

My Home Office: Behind the Drums

To back away from the recent serious tone of some of the posts, I thought I'd take the easy road with some YouTube clips. Recently I've been reaquainting myself with my drums, and in the process, no doubt, reaffirmed my elderly neighbors' disdain for them. Screw 'em. I bought the set the Spring after we moved into our house. It was torture for almost 8 years being without a true set of drums for my own, bouncing from apartment to apartment. Like most cool hobbies or toys in life, we can get bored with them. That's been the case for the past year with the drums. but I'm back at it. No goals or anything, just the therapeutic feeling of tuning everything else out and playing as sharp and as clean as I can. For those hours, only the music matters.

Something that made me rekindle this passion was an evening spent perusing old classic clips of a drummer for whom there is no equal. I had heard of Buddy Rich from a few adults when I was young. But I was a metalhead, swooned by the power chops of Alex Van Halen, Charlie Benante, Nicko McBrain, and the Rock Drum God himself, the reason I even picked up a drumstick, Rush's Neil Peart. I decided to buy a CD of Buddy's, Mercy Mercy, when I was in high school, and I was blown away. Problem was, I really needed to see it to believe it. I never really got the chance to see much at all of Buddy actually play the drums, until I started looking around on YouTube. I was hooked, and I was speechless. Buddy passed away in 1987, but I think any honest drummer will tell you that there has never been, still to this day, a better drummer than Buddy Rich. He's Beethoven, He's Michael Jordan, He's Tiger Woods, he's.....whatever. You don't have to be a fann of Jazz, swing, or big band to appreciate the gifts of Buddy. All you have to do is see it to believe it.

Apparently I missed the fact that he was a regular on the Tonight Show back in the 70's and 80's, as Johnny Carson was fascinated by Buddy, and they had developed a good friendship. These are a lot of the clips that you can find now, and it's all great stuff. I've picked out two clips that I think show Buddy at his ridiculous best. The first one is a solo of his from 1970, and from about the 3:10 mark to the end, his single-stroke roll is beyond human.




This is one of at least dozens of his appearances on the Tonight Show. Best I can figure this is from 1984 or 85. That puts him at 66 or 67 years old in this appearance. Unreal. You can also get an idea of his uber-confident & cool personality in the interview afterwards. There was absolutely nobody like him. Ever.




And I thought I could end this post without adding this one, but I can't. Here's Neil Peart, playing his stripped down jazz kit with the Buddy Rich Big Band. He even throws in his trademark cowbells, so there's no mistaking who he is. Well, If you've stayed with this blog post this long, you've pretty much learned 80% of Drum History getting schooled by these two.


Thursday, October 9, 2008

Pass the Better

I read a ton of stuff online to serve two needs that I have. One, the need for focus and motivation in the form of inspiration, innovation, creativity, and overall general interest. And two, the need for filling the void left by me not actually taking said advice to heart, but simply reading about it in hopes that some sort of Benny Hinn-type of pseudo-healing takes place, and I'm instantly the focused, productivity/work-life, legendary husband, scratch golf-playing, shredding rock drum God, all-around Damn Good Guy I long to be. I get a few things done, yes. I could be better.

What also needs to be considered is the fact that it's not enough that you simply get things done. Efficient widget-cranking can be done by anyone, and it feels good for a time. But there has to be more substance to it. To all of it.

That's why this essay by online blog legend Merlin Mann is resonating so strongly after reading it for the first time over 3 weeks ago. It's probably a good reason why I'm not striving for daily, sometimes even weekly quanitiy on this site. Quality is still debatable, I'll grant you. And it's not just in our work, per se. Think of 3 or 4 worthless, zero return-on-investment, brainsuck activities you've particpated in. In the last hour......
Yeah. You're getting it.

Merlin talks about how this epiphany doesn't mean that he'll stop making dick jokes. It's just that he wants them to be world-class dick jokes. And isn't that a metaphor that you, the readers of this fine online publication, can relate to? Methinks yes.

Look, it's a constant battle, we know this. You simply can't get away from attention-thieving succubi, in whatever shape or form "they" may be, even if you're holed up in your fallout shelter in the fetal position. It's not like you went down there with out your 8G iPod to keep you entertained. But at some point reality has to set in for all of us, where we not necessarily find healing overnight, but we simply acknowledge all of the things trying to have a piece of our undivided, and we make the smart, and often times painful decision of what stays, and what goes. In a nutshell, we simply demand better. At all life levels.

Anyway, give it a read and draw your own conclusions. Share a couple if you feel like it. Something tells me you'll end up thinking about some psychic RAM-fat to trim somewhere.