why i deserve my GPA

In an attempt to show more of what I am up to here in New York, Here is an example of what goes on in my brain during lectures (on International Business):

chicken in the stream

I will tell you the drastic story of my week-long sickness and jetlag another time. For the meantime, let me wallow in my 4:30am nonsensical mental journeys.

I was on YouTube running through songs of my youth -- the Bee Gees in particular, and I kept on clicking until I ended up with "Islands in the Stream", which was a song Barry Gibb wrote for Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers. Of course, some of you might know the tune as "Ghetto Superstar", which the Bee Gees tried to pull off in their anthology. That was pretty bad, but they are legends, so they get to do whatever they want with their intellectual property.

Anyways, so I bumped into this video of Carrie Underwood and Kenny Rogers singing the song in the Kennedy Center in Washington DC. It wasn't the greatest performance, but it was mind-boggling on various levels.

Here's the clip:



1.) I don't watch American Idol, but was Carrie just off her game that night? I would have voted for Kenny Rogers fo sho'. Which reminds me..

2.) Kids nowadays are less well-off because they don't know Kenny for the fantastic country singer that he is. Kids now associate ol' Kenny with quarter portions of honey-roasted peppered chicken, cornbread, and 2 sides (coleslaw, mac and cheese please). That's a travesty -- listen to "The Gambler". I mean, he's this old and he can still GROWL (1:26).

Now here's where I start to lose my mind:

3.) Maybe Dolly Parton is also getting a knock for being too much of a "show" rather than a talent. I guess this tribute tells us that she is actually a really sweet girl locked up in an old person's body. I don't know, maybe we should rewind and let her music and success be the judge of her legacy, and not what we hear nowadays.

4.) Love the way Dubya 43 was gettin' his groove on (1:31)

UPDATE: I just noticed Condi Rice in the back also gettin' it on! In the meantime, Laura Bush is as stiff as a stalk of asparagus on a sunny day...

Which reminds me, setting up a new blog on Jan 20 wasn't such a bad thing. If there was a single day for change, that would be it.

epitaph for whoisyourfather

whoisyourfather has served me for a good 3 years. But I have simply outgrown the name. Every time somebody mentions the name of my blog, I grimace a little inside, because it's not funny anymore.

That blog was dedicated to the years of mindless wonder, regurgitated cynicism, as well as mental GIGO

That site will still be up for future ruminations, but that would be like digging up an old treasure chest buried in your front yard. It will be dirty and covered with worms, but somehow it still makes you smile.

Farewell.