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Dog Train: What do Kate Winslet and Weird Al have in common?

Kate Winslet

“Weird” Al Yankovic

What do Kate Winslet and Weird Al Yankovic have in common? Timman might know, the Weird Al fan that he is. Kate and Al teamed up to record a song. Yes, a song. For the children’s book and CD, Dog Train, by Sandra Boynton.

Oh man, the holiday season is right around the corner and you haven’t bought any presents yet. Do you know what the kids want these days? Dog Train: A Wild Ride on the Rock-and-Roll Side! Yeah that’s right. It’s Sandra Boynton’s third CD-and-book production featuring special guests like Hootie and the Blowfish, Blues Traveler, Spin Doctors and, at long last, the pairing of Kate Winslet and “Weird Al” Yankovic. Yes, after being separated at birth, spending a lifetime apart, and suddenly meeting while shopping at the same hardware store one day, these two are FINALLY back together again and singing “I Need A Nap”. Ahh, isn’t life grand? Dog Train is available in stores now.

~ from HappySteve at yankovic.org

Al himself only has two sentences for the project at his official site, Weird Al.com:

AL WITH KATE! “Dog Train”, the new book-and-CD by Al’s friend Sandra Boynton, is in stores now. We thought you’d like to know, since one of the tracks (”I Need A Nap”) features a duet with “Weird Al” Yankovic and Kate Winslet!

Dog Train can be found at Amazon.com. Publishers Weekly interview with Sandra Boynton:


Dog Train took two years, with us putting in every minute we could spare. I think I was lucky because I hit the music business with this at a time when everyone seems to have young kids. Most of the time, either the people I wanted to work with or the artists themselves had children, so they were open to it.

Sandra Boynton

Ride to Work Blog

This guy rides a scooter worthy of a man riding!

When I first heard Ride To Work mentioned on the radio, I imagined yet another liberal, anti-car movement. However, I heard its blogger interview on the radio this morning and decided to check into it further. From what I’ve read, Ride To Work is not against anything; it is for encouraging people to ride their motorcycles to work, for pleasure and for practicality. This guys blog entries so far are very entertaining:

Battle Damage

17 November, 2005 Temperature: 8 degrees F

I’ve got to take a moment here to tell you that I am really impressed with this Baron 150SX scooter. That little motor pushes us along at an honest 60 mph whenever asked, and it starts right up every time. Yesterday, when I went to leave work, I found that the battery had expired while sitting out in the cold all day. This was no surprise, because it wasn’t designed for these conditions. This also let me test the kickstart and magneto to see if they would get the job done in an emergency. Three kicks later, that little motor was purring like a kitten. I turned on the lights, and they worked at their usual intensity. Letting it run for a couple minutes while I put on the rest of my gear, I turned on the vest while watching the lights and there was no change in brightness. We had an uneventful ride home, on roads that were mostly clear of snow and ice.

Viewing the weather report on the news this morning, I thought, “Hah! Finally some weather I can sink my chattering teeth into.” It gets down into the single digits quite often during a Minnesota winter, so this is where the test truly begins.

Hurry Up and Wait

28 November, 2005 Temperature: 45 degrees F

First, let me tell you about a small change I have to make in this blog. I will be updating every evening, instead of during the day. It seems that I am violating internet protocol here at work by doing this during my breaks. We are approaching zero-tolerance these days for any personal internet use in the workplace. How sad. But that’s what the boss tells me, so that’s the way it has to be.

Now then…

Apparently it’s the monsoon season here in tropical Minnesota. I awoke this morning to the patter of rain on my south-facing bedroom window. It’s a balmy forty-five degrees outside, and I’m rummaging around for my Hawaiian shirt. Some Winter Challenge this is turning out to be.

Yes, things are getting weird here in the waning days of November. The Vikings have won four games in a row, and I’m riding through a misty rain forest on my way to work, four days into the Christmas shopping season. Strange days indeed.

Traction at Last

29 November, 2005 Temperature: 22 degrees F

After the river roads, we started to encounter streets which had been sanded, and the going got much easier. It took us a total of an hour and a half to get to work, in some of the worst conditions I expect to ride through. In the truck, it would have taken another fifteen minutes, because I wouldn’t have been able to sneak past the clueless non-winter-drivers. Where do these people come from? Surely they didn’t learn to drive here. My guess is they came here from warmer climates for the higher paying jobs and the mythical Minnesota Nice ambience. Perhaps we should make these immigrants take a driving test on an ice rink before they are turned loose on our winter roads. Just a thought./span>

Be sure to read the top eleven reasons to ride a motorcycle to work! Although I can see biking for errands, these two reasons would keep me from motorcycling to work:

ERRANDS.

Kids, groceries, shopping…you can use packs, courier bags, saddlebags, tank bags, bungees, and racks to carry a surprising amount. Most school age children can be readily transported by bike, but you’ll need to carry their gear (helmet/jacket/gloves) for them. Children of all ages are routine bike and scooter passengers in many countries outside of the USA. If you’ve been buying a month of groceries with your car, change to buying a week’s worth on your bike. [TK adds: what about the hockey bag?]

WORK CLOTHING IS NOT SUITABLE.

Keep a sport coat, suit, uniform or changes of work-suitable clothing at work. Or pack a change of work clothing along in a courier bag or duffel. Or wear a coverall-type riding suit. [TK adds: women in skirts, nylons and heels would require a complete change of clothing…can’t see doing this.]

Hat tip to Ian and Margery Punnett’s A Balanced Breakfast on FM107

The need for knights…


Inspired by Discoshaman’s comments on fatherhood, I looked into C.S. Lewis’s comments on the character of knights…

Lewis called chivalry a necessity. He believed that we are either, by nature, stern or meek. A knight must be fierce and kind at the same time. Time and time again we see this ideal of chivalry in his work, as his heroes kill their enemies quickly, but do not take any pleasure in doing so.

Lewis believed that without the knight, we have two types of people: those who are fierce in battle but cannot be gentle elsewhere, and those who are gentle in their real lives, but completely useless. The knight is the person who can be both fierce and gentle, but such behavior is learned.

In his own words:

The man who combines both characters - the knight - is a work not of nature but of art; of that art which has human beings, instead of canvas or marble, for its medium.

Lewis himself was a fierce fighter on the battlefield, both as a soldier in France and as a philosopher in England, yet he was a kind gentleman and an inspiration to all. C.S. Lewis is one of the greatest historical figures to ever set foot on the stage of chivalry, and his work should be admired by all of today’s knights in shining armor.

(Details and quotes taken from: C.S. Lewis: The Necessity of Chivalry in Present Concerns. Edited by Walter Hooper; London, Fount Paperbacks, 1986.)

From Chivalry Today

C.S. Lewis

Snow

Last night, my son had hockey practice until 10:20pm at night. As we drove home in blackness, the rain magically turned to gigantic snowflakes. Before making the final turn home, we stopped at Holiday to pick up a gallon of milk and a box of cereal. As we walked out of the store, we stared up into that wonderous dark sky that looked like what a spaceship would see as it travels the stars (yep, my education came from Star Trek). We spent time trying to catch as many snowflakes in our mouths as possible. As we looked up into the black night sky, the huge flakes combined with each other to form flakes an inch or more wide. After catching ten flakes in my mouth, I was covered with snow and noticed a funny taste in my mouth. I began to realize that my huge, pure snowflakes were probably not so pure. I don’t think I’d want to see a microscopic image of what I was consuming! It probably wouldn’t look this pure:

Photo from the Beltsville Agricultural Research Center

How can anyone look at a snowflake at not see the handiwork of a Creator? Speaking of snow, every child should read the book, Snowflake Bentley, by Jacqueline Briggs Martin. My son received it as a gift around age 10 and enjoyed it.

Publisher’s Weekly review: Azarian’s (A Farmer’s Alphabet) handsome woodcuts provide a homespun backdrop to Martin’s (Grandmother Bryant’s Pocket) brief biography of a farmboy born in 1865 on the Vermont snowbelt who never lost his fascination with snowflakes. Wilson A. Bentley spent 50 years pioneering the scientific study of ice crystals, and developed a technique of microphotography that allowed him to capture the hexagonal shapes and prove that no two snowflakes are alike. Martin conveys Bentley’s passion in lyrical language (”snow was as beautiful as butterflies, or apple blossoms”), and punctuates her text with frequent sidebars packed with intriguing tidbits of information (though readers may be confused by the two that explain Bentley’s solution of how to photograph the snowflakes). Hand-tinted with watercolors and firmly anchored in the rural 19th century, Azarian’s woodcuts evoke an era of sleighs and woodstoves, front porches and barn doors, and their bold black lines provide visual contrast to the delicate snowflakes that float airily in the sidebars. A trio of Bentley’s ground-breaking black-and-white photographs of snowflakes, along with a picture and quote from him about his love for his work, is the icing that tops off this attractive volume.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside!

The other day I found this CD in a bargain rack at Fleet Farm. I was going to buy it, but I thought I’d try to listen to the songs first. Soon after, the local all-Christmas radio station starting playing this song. It’s a duo by Dean Martin and some unsuspecting (read: stupid) woman. His words are in quotes under her words. She’s obviously young, since she refers to living with her sister and parents. As you read the words, imagine your younger sister or your teenage daughter having this conversation with a man. I decided not to buy the CD. What was I thinking? Dean Martin…womanizer of the century. His golden throated songs must have compromised many a young girl!

Baby, It’s Cold Outside!
really can’t stay
(but baby it’s cold outside)
I’ve got to go away
(but baby it’s cold outside)
This evening has been
(been hoping that you’d drop in)
So very nice
(i’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice)
My mother will start worry
(beautiful whats your hurry)
My father will be pacing the floor
(listen to the fireplace roar)
So really i’d better scurry
(beautiful please don’t hurry)
but maybe just a half a drink more
(put some records on while i pour)
the neighbors might faint
(baby it’s bad out there)
say what’s in this drink
(no cabs to be had out there)
i wish i knew how
(your eyes are like starlight now)
to break this spell
(i’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell)
i ought to say “no, no, no sir”
(mind if i move in closer)
at least i’m gonna say that i tried
(what’s the sense in hurtin’ my pride)
i really can’t stay
(oh baby don’t hold out)

both:baby it’s cold out side

i simply must go
(but baby it’s cold outside)
the answer is no
(but baby it’s cold outside)
your welcome has been
(how lucky that you droped in)
so nice and warm
(look out the window at that storm)
my sister will be suspicious
(gosh your lips look delcious)
my brother will be there at the door
(waves upon the tropical shore)
my maiden aunts mind is vicious
(gosh your lips are delicous)
but maybe just a cigarette more
(never such a blizzard before)
i’ve gotta get home
(but baby you’d freeze out there)
say lend me a coat
(it’s up to your knees out there)
you’ve really been grand
(i thrill when you touch my hand)
but don’t you see?
(how can you do this thing to me?)
there’s bound to be talk tomorrow
(think of my lifelong sorrow)
at least there will be plenty implied
(if you got namonia and died)
i really can’t stay
(get over that old out)

both:baby it’s cold
baby it’s cold outside

Joan Didion


Anyone ever heard of Joan Didion? I have been researching her life and writings and plan to write on her soon. I would like to contact her, also. She intrigues me because she is an early opponent to the Religious Right’s negative effect on the Republican party. She was a Goldwater and Reagan conservative, but is not a Bush supporter. I’ve collected some helpful links.

New York Review of Books on Joan Didion

Salon.com Interview from 1996


The Year of Magical Thinking


NPR Interview 9/30/05

MPR Interview 10/20/05

But the main reason why I want to learn more about her can be found it the article, Joan Didion encounters evangelical Christianity by John Miller of Christianity Today (11/01/00). Mr. Miller writes:

She loves to use quoted phrases as specimens, holding them up with tweezers, as it were, for the delectation of her readers, who can be presumed to share her scorn and disgust at the words she quotes from Bush, who explains that “the main reason I quit [drinking] was because I accepted Jesus Christ as personal savior in 1986.” Amazing, isn’t it, that there are people who really talk like that?

Her grasp of what Christians believe is evidently rather shaky. “To accept Jesus Christ as personal savior is pretty much the heart and soul of evangelical conversion (or of being ‘born again,’ which both Governor Bush and Vice President Gore claim to be),”

The Busch Ruins


Ladies and gentleman, the always funny Scottius Maximus:The Busch Ruins- As Possibly Viewed 945 Years In The Future:

“2950 AD- Archaelogists digging at a dried up old river bed have uncovered evidence of yet another primitive Busch Stadium, c. late 20th century/early 21st century. Scholars now believe there have been a total of 27 Busch Stadiums. It is believed this stadium, pictured below, was one of the first Busches, and a primitive game called Base-ball was played there. Ancient ‘photos’ follow.”

The joy of blogging…

The joy of blogging
I may not understand what open trackbacks are, but I do understand the beauty of this insight on blogging by LaShawn Barber. It must be true that bloggers, deep down, experience the same joy in blogging, regardless of what they end up blogging about.

“…You bloggers may not believe in the “build it, and they will come” idea, but it is true. The best kind of bloggers are the “pure bloggers,” those who blog for the joy of it. I am such a blogger. I appreciate my readers and most commenters, but if my traffic slacks off or readers begin to comment less, I’d still be here almost every day self-publishing my opinions and loving it. I love the mere act of blogging, and if people surf here to read my thoughts, it’s like lemon icing on my chocolate cake .I put in the effort to come up with interesting ideas, do some research, write (which is sometimes hard to do), edit, proofread, and publish — day after day after day…

…If you want to build a solid readership of loyal readers and linkers who come back again and again, whether they love or hate you, you’ve got to put in the work and be patient and persistent. I know it’s hard. I know you want recognition and links. But you’ve got to earn it….

…It’s up to you to come up with original, fresh, intriguing, controversial posts— the audience is there. Blog for yourself first and for them, not for links.”

~ LaShawn Barber

I don’t get it…

I’ve read this and this at least 3 or 4 times and I still do not understand. According to both LaShawn Barber and N.Z. Bear of TTLB, the fact that I don’t understand what they are talking about is a GOOD thing. However, since my TTLB ranking has plummeted, yet again, it would appear that I AM doing the very thing that N.Z. Bear wanted to thwart…you know, that thing that I don’t understand. Understand? No? Well, neither do I.

If this is you, come claim your prize…