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Things I Believe

I may not be a religious man but I have faith in some things. Here are some of them. If you’re looking for some “I believe the children are the future,” icky sweet goodness stop reading.

I believe:

Biology is partial destiny.

Yellow lights are no deterrent to speeding up.

There can’t be enough funny things said about how stupid George Bush is.

It ain’t easy being green.

The Mets never had a chance this year.

Tony Soprano is alive.

Most vitamin and mineral supplements are a scam.

Moving is scary.

Mormons make other Christians sound sensible.

Rosie O’Donnel is the reincarnation of Adolph Hitler.

Living and dying alone in Kingston N.Y. would be extremely upsetting though it’s been done before.

When your life becomes full of more turmoil and loneliness people like Paris Hilton and my last girlfriend start seeming allot more attractive.

Carlos Beltran is no 3 hitter and has no Baseball heart.

When a woman turns 21 she should have to have sex with 40 year old single men as a form of sacrifice and coming of age. Sort of like public service.

Ballplayers should dive more often.

Love is a battlefield.

The Transformers will disappoint me.

That if we could all get pleasure implants most would and there would be alot less creativity in the world.

Charlie Pace died a good death.

Studio 60 is an addictive show and I will mourn it properly in two weeks.

Every rose has its thorn.

Girls should wear Baseball caps more often.

Insurgent native terrorist/freedom fighters will always find creative ways to not be occupied and to kill those that try and occupy them.

Doing a Bionic Woman remake before a 6 Million Dollar Man one is taking feminism and ladies first a little too far.

John Cusack in a Stephen king movie is an event.

People should drive the speed limit. At least.

The forces of reason are marshalling.

Hillary and Rudy should run together and alienate the entire country except N.Y. city.

Not enough kids are named Floyd anymore.

Women’s buttocks in a pair of jeans are a diabolical thing.

I should be paid to read more.

Retroactive abortion legislation should be passed and the practice started by taking a wire hanger to Karl Rove’s skull by route of his mouth.

It is a frightening and unavoidable fact that if this were Logan’s Run I’d have been sent to Carousel 10 YEARS AGO!

Often the line between us and Chimps is embarrasingly thin.

SUV and Hummer drivers should pay more for gas.

Woodstock has cast me out like a leper.

I understand some more things about her now that I feel unmoored.

We need to go easy on the super hero movies.

The Mets will undoubtedly lose again Sunday night in the Bronx.

I know why the caged bird sings.

Ulster County needs more sidewalks and elevators.

Everyone is the good guy in their own minds.

Happiness is hardwired.

Paul McCartney should probably stop now.

It’s kind of cool how Jerry Falwell went with hardly a notice. Guess they weren’t such a majority after all.

The dude abides.

Don’t Stop Believin’ is one of the greatest songs ever written.

Everyone surrenders sometimes.

We should be eating stem cells for breakfast by now.

Laughter is healing.

Barnes & Noble should be open all night.

People who took precautions for Y2K should have to pay a paranoia tax to the rest of us.

I should have went for it with Sandra in that bathroom when I was in 8th grade and things would have been allot cooler.

I was right in not getting a cell phone all those years.

Something will be lost.

I believe I’m done for now.

The Dude’s Favorite All Time Celebrity Women.

A list of classic beauties I’ve longed for and that have stood some sort of test of time. No hot girl da jour here. This should be undertaken with the knowledge that it is based on woman of fame and renown since I see women in stores and walking the streets of Manhattan and Woodstock as or more stunning than any actress or singer on a regular basis. But I can’t list them now can I. Or get pics without risking restraining orders. They would make a very vague list not worth listing at all. And list I must damnit!

Phoebe Cates. Oh my god her in that red bikini in Ridgemont High. An epic generationally defining moment. I think we all locked the bathroom door after that. Just such an adorable 80′s girl and also very sexy. [image:23:l]

[image:71:l] Catherine Bach. Daisy Duke in Dukes Of Hazzard. She coined a fashion term. Denim shorts became Daisy Dukes because of her. That’s hotness and power combined. It’s “hotter”. Those cut offs made alot of young boys self aware. Saw her recently on TV Land countdown of a similar list and she’s still beautiful. The Simpson woman looked ok in the movie (only seen clips), but she’s still not in Bach’s class. Make a Bishop kick out a stained glass window she would.

Jodie Foster. I know she’s not the typical hottie in the way these others are, but she’s mesmerizing to me. She’s rarely on tv but when she does an interview I’m transfixed by the combanation of her gorgeous eyes and amazing intellect. [image:31:l]

Susannah Hoffs. Lead singer of the Bangles. Dangerously cute. That look out of the corner of her eye she did in some of their videos should be illegal. She’s still damn cute today. [image:67:l]

Khrystyne Haje. The red haired girl of Head Of The Class. Have never been able to remember her name. Had to do a search for it. Like with Charlie Brown she was just always my red haired girl. Remember that face though. Hated the show. Dug her.

Maureen McCormick. Yes Marcia Brady. The older later version of course after Greg had violated her. The non-biological sister we all wish we had. She took a football to the nose for our sins and knew how to make something suddenly come up, if you know what I mean. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia! [image:60:l]

Melissa Gilbert. Laura Ingles. Had an innocent and church approved crush on her when I was young which grew into more as we both got older. Almonzo wasn’t good enough for my half-pint. I don’t need to explain this any further to you people. You can’t understand. [image:46:l]

Jennifer Connelly. Everyone I know pretty much knows about this one. It goes back to that Career Opportunities movie she did about 15 years ago. Our admittedly one sided relationship has stood the test of time though and I feel myself ready to move on soon. Although she lived in or around Woodstock much of her youth. I didn’t even know that until somewhat recently. My friends grandson goes to school with her son. Celebrity marriages don’t last…I’m just saying. [image:25:l]

[image:56:l] Diane Lane. From The Outsiders to her cinematic rebirth as a 40+ year old adulterer the past few years. She was damn sexy then and shes damn sexy now. She needs two pictures on here because she may be the sexiest woman to span three decades since they started keeping records of such things. Both photos here make me want to hurt myself. [image:58:l]

Winona Ryder. She’s lost me a bit with the smoking, the stealing, and the dating a guy from Saugerties, but she was that approachable beauty with every girl qualities for many generation Xers for a long time. [image:69:l]

Honorablementions: I had a huge thingie for Loni Anderson circa WKRP as many a young lad. Pure lust as opposed to my crush on Bailey. I no longer find loni attractive then or now. I feel similarly about Samantha Fox, Belinda Carlyle, and Lita Ford. Jaclyn Smith was my Angel of choice but never felt as close to her as the other women on this list who all share an equal passivity in their feelings towards me. Newer one sided relationships include that Catherine Mcphee from this years American Idol, Scarlett Johanson, Jessica Alba, and Elisha Cuthbert.

Stuff About Jack Bauer

[image:95:l] Add your own Bauer stuff. As an example here’s one the owner of the Mets site The Metropolitans put out there. “Jack Bauer once lost his car keys and proceeded to torture himself for a half hour until he gave up the location of the keys.” Now for my Bauer stuff. Let the manlove begin.

Jack Bauer had a daughter because he was bored saving complete strangers.

Jack Bauer is his super hero name. No one knows his real one.

As a child Jack Bauer never went out on Halloween. Not because he was afraid but because local ordinances forbid it.

Marvel Comics has started a comic book titled The Adventures Of Jack Bauer. Each panel is blank because depicting Jack Bauer satirically is considered a sin in some cultures.

Jack Bauer kills more people by 9 a.m. then most people kill all day…Combined!

Dick Cheney once shot Jack Bauer in the face. Jack Bauer said, “Thank you sir,” and immediately decided to vote for Cheney. Twice!

Jack Bauer’s efficiency is why the show is called 24. Originally the show’s season’s were supposed to cover 6 months. Jack told them they were pussies.

A sports beverage company needed a high octane drink that gave people energy for short durations. So they bottled Jack Bauer’s sweat and called that drink Gatorade.

Jack Bauer only sweats to complete his contractual obligations to Gatorade.

Jack Bauer is not happy- has never been happy, and stays that way so that we might live.

Jack Bauer does not eat, sleep, or use the bathroom. It has nothing to do with lack of time. Think about it.

Jack Bauer can only be photographed with a special gravitas filter lens.

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Megadeth is a Jack Bauer tribute band.

As a child Jack Bauer tortured a fellow Cub Scout because he suspected he was a mole from another den.

The word intensity was redefined in Websters due to Jack Bauer. It’s previous applications are now defined as nonchalance in comparison.

Jack Bauer can not ride The Hulk roller coaster. This is not becaue he is afraid of the ride. The ride is afraid of him.

Virgins exist only because they hope to preserve themselves for Jack Bauer and because Jack Bauer is very busy.

Jack Bauer has always completed all things in 24 hours. This includes but is not limited to school semesters, getting over measles, recovering from drug addiction, and driving from any point in the country to any other.

Jack Bauer was stranded on the island from Lost. He solved its riddles and got off of it in 24 hours. He did this by not pausing for flashbacks. Jack Bauer thinks reflection is for pussies who don’t have a country to save.

Jack Bauer thinks we are all pussies, but doesn’t tell us so. He has no time for small talk.

Jack Bauer was once crucified for the sins of man, died, and returned. He didn’t bother to tell anyone about it or make a big stink though.

Jack Bauer can drive an SUV because he extracts his own oil from Middle Eastern fields and smuggles it back to America by himself.

Bad guys call things that go bump in the night Jack Bauers.

Jack Bauer has broken men. Literally.

Killing Me Softly was written about Jack Bauer.

James Bond remains alive and in some repute because England is an ally of Jack Bauer’s country.

What do you know about Jack Bauer?

By the by: There is actually a band called Jack Bauer. Go there to see.

Dead To Me

[image:78:l]Yes it’s time for another list. As you can surmise from the title, the inclusions on this list are of a dubious nature. It’s not merely stuff or people I don’t like. It would be easy to fill this up with much of the stuff on the illiterati’s previous Hate List. No, this is about those people or things that were formerly of some value to me and have crossed a line that has Fredo-ized them. Yes it comes down to this…this…Sicilian thing.

Ok, so with that explanation obviously ruling out Bush, Rove, Cheney, FOX “News,” Rosi O’Donnel, the Dallas Cowboys, Terrel Owens, Tom Delay, Ray Romano, Brittney Spears, the last American Idol winner, alcohol, drugs, Pat Robertson, the Pope, neo-nazis, the Three Stooges, and so much more, let’s see who was on notice and now has passed over to the other side.

John McCain.
He was one of the few Republicans I could stomach. i even said I could see myself voting for him for President someday. He took stands against the Bush administration and showed a committment to ethics and beliefs that was not afraid to laugh in the face of the religious right. But now, as he prepares to make himself more palatable to the GOP powers that be, he has made moves to garner their support. He talks about how proud he is of the great job the Bush admin is doing. He wants to stay the course in Iraq. He’s saying he’s for Intelligent Design alongside evolution in schools along with other conciliatory gestures to the right’s fundamentalist base. There’s still alot I like about him, and much of what he’s doing now is probably just a line of appeasment to get elected, but though those tactics are normal I want more from people of privelege and power. The bar needs to be raised on our standards and politicians could raise it by putting truth and their beliefs in front of focus groups and spin to woo voting sectors. That’s enough reason there. But he also just might believe some of this stuff too. So John McCain, you who used to be a cool pool on the Republican deserts edge, you were a mere mirage sir, and…YOU…ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!!

Oprah’s Book Club.
Never read them to begin with. Even made fun of her little book thing. But I never condemend it. At least she was encouraging people to read. But right or wrong I’ve always perceived it as selecting books that are feel good tales of spiritual hoo-hah meant to help bored housewives escape into places like Madison County to be romanced by guys that don’t exist anymore than princesses do. ok so there may be some closer to that ideal than i and I dont like it, but those women are not going to find them. And now that longing to just feel good leads her group to the uplifting memoirs of former street junkie turned hero James Frey’s Million Little Pieces. Turns out he lied about most of the stuff he passed off as real and now Oprah’s group is booing him when he tries to explain and apologize. Hey he gave you guys what you wanted. A fantasy wrapped in a non-fiction impramatur. You don’t want truth. you can’t handle the truth. Read books from Iraq, or street literature, not melodrama if you want truth. Now I understand this choice was a bit of a departure in some respects for Oprah in its supposed grittiness, but it still revolved around everything turning out ok, appreciation of the power of women, and spiritual redemption. And I do respect alot of stuff Oprah does and works for. I also appreciate that this mini-scandal has made people cry out for truth and get a bit more hardline about it. That’s a very good thing. But I need stuff to kill off on this list and for its usual Maya Angelou type of ingratiating soapy drivel (some of it very well written and great literature, but still…), and for making a lier into a number 1 bestselling author not to expose him and make truth king, but rather to feed their ego’s and expectations, Oprah’s book club YOU…ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!

Tom Cruise. [image:81:l]
I used to stick up for his acting skills. Thought he was great in Rain Man and Born On The Fouth Of July. I defended him upon breakup with Nicole to the point of distrusing her. I looked the other way when I heard about his little Scientology affiliation. But in the past year we’ve seen him get rid of his old publicist so he can be free to express the real Tom. This person has jumped all over Oprah’s couch like a retarded man in order to express his singular and special love for his 3rd movie starlet in about a year or two’s time. One that is about 20 years younger. It is a year where this real Tom has castigated Brooke Shields for taking pills to help with depression. Real Tom has said psychology and all medications are useless and part of a giant scam. Apparently the only thing that really exists in our heads are the Scientology aliens that will hatch when we are ready. Or is it when we are bad? Either way he’s based a belief system on the words of the guy who wrote Battlefield Earth. I don’t like real Tom and from here on in, Tom Cruise…YOU…ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!!

P.E.T.A.
As a kid I thought these guys were idealists who just loved animals. But now they are involved in more and more acts of violence and hypocrisy that make you wonder if these folks would wipe out humanity if they could. They kill thousands of pets a year and use bullying tactics to recruit people to their cause. Much of their euthanizing comes out of economic utility rather than humane treatment of animals. They are becoming the enemy. You could and should be more, but for using tactics best left to terrorists, and for giving activists a bad name, PETA, YOU…ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!!!

[image:75:l] Anna Benson.
She’s the hottie wife of Mets pitcher Kris Benson who is somehow famous despite not having any particular skill. She doesn’t sing badly like Brittney and she doesn’t even act badly like JLo. She has a website and does some spreads here and there I think. But she’s outspoken and silly. I never minded it. She went on Howard Stern often and said things like that if her hubby ever cheat on her she’d sleep with the whole Mets team. This prompted Pedro Martinez to make the joke upon signing with the Mets last year, that he’d have to try and fix Kris up. Pedro is funny like that. Anna wasn’t particularly funny, but I didn’t care that she told everybody about all the places in various ballparks she and Kris had sex in. Fine. I don’t care, but it’s no biggie. Honesty is nice and why should she be repressed like me. But now, upon hearing rumors Kris may be traded out of the city that’s helped her career, she lashed out at the Mets for getting rid of them because of her antics when they bring in a guy like Carlos Delgado who turned his back on the flag and was a traitor to this country.

First of all, this is not what happened. Delgado didn’t like standing and singing during God Bless America because it had become a political statement after 9-11 and he wasn’t fond of our policy regarding Iraq or in test bombing an island near his home in Puerto Rico. Delgado actually thinks for himself, is educated, an arts lover, and activist back home where he still lives in the offseason and he made a simple choice to do something I myself would have done. I applaud him and welcome him to NY. It’s good to have a ballplayer on the team who I can respect off of it. Plus he said he would comply with any team policy regarding anthems. The guy is class. Always has been. And this nobody with a hot bod plays Bush’s patriotic card? Uh-uh. Anna Benson, YOU…ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!!
p.s. since writing Benson was traded as expected as photo and caption suggest.

Hillary Clinton.
Never her biggest fan but i thought she might be in the mold of her husband and take us back to those halcyion days of the 90′s when Bill was selling us out to the corporate culture of globalization, bombing aspirin factories, and moving the Dem’s to the right. But now she’s part of the pro war group calling for more troops rather than a reduction and doing right of center things like sponsoring anti flag burning laws. She probably doesn’t believe in any of this stuff, but is rather positioning herself to appeal to conservatives in 08, but when you live by the lie you die by the lie and its all I can judge her by. So from this point on, Hillary, who never really had a chance to be President in this country anyway no matter how her Hollywood cronies try to pave the way with badly written shows like the Gina Davis as President thing that’s out there now, whatever hope she had of winning my heart is gone…AND…YOU…ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!! [image:82:l]

Rudy Guliani.
He helped clean up N.Y., had mob ties, and did his duty on 9-11 as our President ran the other way. So he got more credit than he deserved for the crime thing, but he had me at, “More than we can bear.” But now he takes lip service about the good to come out of the 3000+ deaths that day and becomes a hack for his party and President. He went out of his way at the pre election convention to try and forge the non-existent link between Iraq and that horrible day, which to me is spitting on the bodies of all those people who were crushed in those buildings or jumped to their deaths. He yelled about how the barbarians who attacked us had now heard from us thanks to Bush, knowing as well as everyone else that they had not. He most probably lied about Bush’s words at ground zero as well. There’s alot of cool Republican stuff about Rudy but for this betrayal of those who died on that day, and in fully throwing himself behind the forces of evil who have turned that attack and its aftermath from a source of pride and international sympathy into one of shame and international hatred, Rudy G, YOU…ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!!!

Joe Lieberman.
Nuff said.
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Celebrity Couples.
Never cared all that much about who was dating who, but I think somewhere along the time the media started combining the celebs names they took this pop cultural contrivance and hooked it up to life support. From Beniffer to Bradjolina, the media and the egos of the pretty people have created these montrous hybrids that threaten to consume us with attention corrupting jaws that have no sharpness. Instead they just slowly naw at us until we become numb and desensitized to what matters and what doesn’t. And slowly we get to feel more inadequate, our relationships so not beautiful and perfectly sculpted in comparison. And if they can’t make it why should the rest of us less than perfect specimens have any hope? I don’t want to know any more about a celebrity except that Harrison Ford was a carpenter. That remains the only salient and worthwhile inside info on an actor’s personal life I’ve ever heard or care to hear. Well that and Jennifer Conelly’s upstate origins and the state of her marriage to actor Paul Betteny. Excuse my while I go google them and see how it’s working out. And if it doesn’t work out between Jen and me she, and irregardless, all celebrity couples and those that report on their mutant atrocity relationships ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!

Public Figures Who Use The Words Freedom And Democracy.
These words are too easily exploited to suit nefarious purposes so loaded with easy escape hatches for thought are they and thusly used by evil people to create a reality that is the opposite of what they mean. This is the kind of thing Orwell predicted and what the Bush administration excells at. Soon I may advocate for us calling them Frenchocracy and Frenchdom. Bush used the word freedom 17 times in his SOTU. It’s calculated to lull the masses. It’s using baby talk words to go along with the baby talk manner in which politicians of both parties talk to people. So in the context of the public forum these two words and the people who use them ARE…DEAD…TO…ME!

On notice: The NY Times, Communism, Socialism, Capitalism, books on tape/cd, Omar Minaya (the Mets G.M. for non Baseball people), Democrats in general, weekends, non Baseball people, holidays, hurricanes, half my coworkers, my penis, rock n roll, non England living humans, Winona Ryder, Christopher Hitchens, Fox t.v. (non-news), anyone who didn’t watch Arrested Development, soccer moms, yellow cars,
and Metallica.

Off notice: Bears, Hockey, and whoever read this whole post.

Props to Steven Colbert for the On and off notice ideas for this type of list though Dead To Me has been that very sincerely Italian affectation I’ve used on my own for quite some time.

A Mission Statement

Happy New Years fellow Illuminati! 2006 is here and so am I. Here’s how i hope to rise to the occasion and make myself better and happier in the new year.

No one’s perfect they say and i’m certainly not the exception. But some are more perfect than others. Some have even reached heights of greatness and balance that for all intents and purposes in a relative sense appear perfect. I want to forget for a moment the evidence of how much of this is genetic and environmental, and concentrate on what i can do to be a happier and better balanced person. To get back the best of what was lost, and to solidify the best of what’s been gained, I offer an uncaring world my mission statement to taking this thing to another level on a far more consistent basis. I’m not much for new years resolutions because few people keep them and they are usually out of nowhere and dont have a foundation laid to realistically build upon in 1 year. So these are things that have been building for a while and that already have a basis in reality. I resolve to more fruitfully grow out the seeds put down way before the end of the year and make more of what I can in such a way that can build more in years beyond. Nothing of value happens suddenly and we’re all works in progress if we’re smart, so here’s what i want to continue or start taking to greater levels of balance and transcendence in my life.

To live with open but not grasping arms.
To live in balance between mind, body, and spirit (whether tha latter is real or product of mind).
To expect love.
To continue going to movies alone when I want to see a film no one wants to see.
To recapture some of the romantic literary sensibilities which defined me much more in my youth.
To do this without losing the best of the pragmatic and rational person that honors truth and facts.
To continue getting back to working with humor and an ability to not take the job too seriously while still doing the job seriously.
To continue to evolve. Evolution does not stop for the species or the individual. Gandhi said we need to be the change we want to see in the world, and i extend that wise advice to being the change I want to be in myself. And the world.
To get even closer to the ideal of living without hypocrisy or lie.
To try not and regret, though I know I will until some more worth and love comes out of what has passed.
To be truthful without being hurtful, but without subsuming myself in the wake of others psychological detritus.
To try hard and know the difference between the ones who deserve to be treated as harshly as they treat me and the ones who deserve patience and a softer hand.

These last 2 are not always easy or clear cut. I have recently revised these due to events of past few days. I was planning on forgetting the caveat regarding people’s feelings in a new resolve to no longer let people criticize me or attempt to tear into my psyche without tearing back. But i’m not sure how far to go with this because much of what kept me from doing this more in the past does come from a decent place the more i think about it. I allowed my last girlfriend, and occasionally friends and coworkers/acquantainces to lesser extents, to take shots at me and try to lower my esteem yet further, without taking shots back though I had an arsenal of hurtful and legitimate invective or criticism to hurl back. My reasoning for this and my compromise statement will follow in comments at another time.

So with that explanation and tease that surely has you all making your plans to ensure constant attention to your computer and this site, I now return to list of more brief nature as I’m sure you tossers will appreciate.

I will repress myself less. That is slow death.
I will continue bearing the burdens I must, but will try harder not to let them prevent me from seizing opportunity if I am ever so fortunate to have it again.
I will write more. In some capacity or other.
I will continue flirting more.
I will exercise more than i have been the past year.
I will be bold so that mighty forces come to my aid.
I will see truth win out again as the Bush administration has another bad year.
I will not set my heart on impeachment. But if it happens it will probably start early 07 and I will rejoice in its beautiful irony and supreme justice.
I accept that I will be bitter if it doesn’t happen.
I will date again.
I will become smarter realative to the decreasing of brain cells that is inevitable.
I will change something at work for the better even if quitting is not yet under serious consideration.
I will be more outside myself.
Thought about vowing to get supervisor job and go back to school but I’m still not sure these are in my current best interests. They may turn out to be. I will be better regardless.
To do what I want to do.
To be more decisive about what this is in matters great and small.
To not care about others approval in this.
To do something unusual for me.
To make more lists on this site whetehr you like it or not (see, I’m already making progress.)
To do some math.
To laugh more.
To give it another year.

Top “Ten” Songs That Make Me Sad.

Because ego and lists are distinctly inimical to me and my generation, here’s another bunch of favorites. Post yours after.

Seasons In The Sun- Terry Jacks.
Good bye my friend its time to die. Shit man. He’s just so reconciled to it. Sure it’s corny enough to make ethanol out of but corn helped make this country great.

Arthur’s Theme- Christopher Cross.
This song makes me want to have sex with Manhattan. Sometimes it makes me want to cry.
It’s evocative. But the best that I can do is fall in love. The best.

Mandy- Barry Manilow.
Oh for god sake she came and gave without taking…And he sent her away!

Tears In Heaven- Eric Clapton.
Eerie considering all that inspired it. You can see him taking his sons hand.

In My Life- The Beatles.
I can’t listen to this without thinking of John, moving on, and the end.

Every Rose Has Its Thorn- Poison.
Every cowboy DOES sing a sad, sad song and you know it! Might not be my favorite metal heart tugger but it is the symbolic torchbearer of 80′s butane ballads and therefore is my symbolic addition to this list to stand for all of them.

Lost Cause- Beck.
The whole album Sea Change is a tearjerking tribute to breaking up and moving on, but this one really makes me think of that ex-not so special special someone. “you’re sorry eyes cut through the bone/They make it hard to leave you alone/Leave you here wearing your wounds/Waving your guns at somebody new/…Too many people you used to know/They see you coming/They see you go/They know your secrets and you know theirs/This town is crazy/Nobody cares/I’m tired of fighting/Fighting for a lost cause/Baby your a lost cause.” See what I mean.

Someone Else? – Queesnryche.
Not an 80′s metal ballad. It’s a 90′s ode to evolution from within sung by just Geoff Tate who has one of my all time favorite voices in music, and a piano. Tate is so emotional and passionate it might not matter what he was singing about but it goes something like this: “They used to say I was nowhere, man, heading down was my destiny. But yesterday, I swear, that was someone else not me. Here I stand at the crossroads edge, afraid to reach out for eternity, One step, when I look down, I see someone else, not me.”

Imagine- John Lennon.
Surely I’m not the only one.

American Pie- Don McLean.
How can the music dying not be sad? I lose it when the plane lights the sacrificial light and Satan laughs with delight.

The River- Joni Mitchell.
She knows what she did wrong and the poignancy of wanting to skate away from it rather than drive, fly, or run is especially enigmatic to me. Grace in defeat or something.

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face- Roberta Flack.
Just something about the slow pace of the way she belts this out. It’s so heartfelt and yet a little menacing.

Black- Pearl Jam
As a PJ fan I’m obligated to get this on here. It does make me think of alot of the lost chances and hope over the 15 years since this song debuted. I think I’ve quoted the final lines of it to at least 3 women i was interested in over those years.

The Drugs Don’t Work- The Verve.
I don’t know if he’s singing about someone dying and the meds not working or an addict, but this is a song that gets under my skin.

Daniel- Elton John.
Some of the lyrics here are just too much and too apropos after August 31st.

Puff The Magic Dragon- Peter, Paul, and Mary.
Ever since I was a kid this song killed me. I used to cry over that damn dragon dying, i really did. And then I have to be shattered even more to find out it’s a damn drug song! They made a cartoon about it for god’s sake. How do you make a cartoon about a drug song? I fucking believed you bloody wise-asses! They killed the kid in it too! Jackie Paper? Yeah real funny name. Cute. Go back to Woodstock you hippies!!!!! This is perhaps where it started going wrong for me as far as disillusionment goes.

Not Dark Yet- Bob Dylan
The end draws nigh, he’s been down at the bottom of a world full of lies and he ain’t looking for anything in any one elses eyes.

Steppin Out- Joe Jackson.
I’m not sure why? This song is just so evocative of the darkness of my freshman year in high school and losing touch with the girl I loved, Sandra Objay, who probably never gave me a second thought. Every time I hear this I’m back there getting up for school in the dark, staring out the window from my loft bed and hoping something would keep me from having tto face another day, hearing this on my boombox radio beside that bed, and wanting to be more than I was, take her and run away from the “darkness in our lives…come alive, get into a car and drive, to the other side.” We were, “young but getting old before our time”. I don’t know that any song brings me back to a mood and place more than this.

Hurt- Johny Cash version.
This is just so ripped full of emotion. When I see the video for it I want to blow my brains out.

Bridge Over Trouble Water- Simon & Garfunkel.
When I’m weary.

Don’t Follow- Alice In Chains.
Such a sweet acoustic tune about wandering your own road, moving on, getting lost, and wanting to go home again. Got a new dimension of sadness with Layne Staley’s death on almost the same day of Kurt Cobain’s 3 or 4 years ago.

Pennyroyal Tea- Nirvana.
The unplugged version is especially wrenching listening to this pathetic guy trying to let people know he was just a sickly prick and not rock royalty. Just anemic royalty. All hail.

Hero In Me- Jeffrey Gains.
Despite what Angry Bob has reduced this to I can still find all the haunting corrolaries of the person I might have been and the one that might still be inside.

Runaway Train- Soul asylum.
I don’t know if it’s the association with the video and all the real runaway kids in it, but the song always makes me feel a strange mixture of motivation, anger, and sadness. Therefore it makes the sad list. Mostly it it’s the life out of control thing and getting so jaded life’s mystery seems to have faded stuff. That and being neither here nor there. Very good and very meloncholy tune.

Superman Song- Crash Test Dummies.
It makes me long for hereos. No not the sandwhich, the kind of decent ethical person doing the right thing for the right reasons instead of giving in to the selfish materialism of modern society. We’ll never know another man like him again, and that’s fucking sad man!

Aimee Mann- Wise up, Deathly, and Save Me.
I think of these 3 songs together probably because of their inclusion in the very sad and strange movie Magnolia. It’s a trilogy of despair and dysfunction about hopelessly messed up people with no self esteem sabotoging themselves. When she sings for someone to save her in the third song she makes it sound like a dare she’s so invested in the “ranks of the freaks that suspect they can never love anyone.” She and one of the primary characters in the movie are just so Ulster County.

Bulletproof- Radiohead.
A very meloncholy moody song about not wanting to be hurt again.

No Surprises- Radiohead.
A very meloncholy moody song about ennui and quiet desperation. Radiohead write alot of very meloncholy moody songs you see.

At My Most Beautiful- REM.
Not one of their better known sad and too precious songs but I dig it. It’s like the Beach Boys doped on coffee after hanging out at a pretentious alternative art house for days.

Beth- Kiss
Just a few more hours Beth. You get the feeling shes still waiting dont you? Still calling. Even though it too is a metal ballad I had to give it its own entry since it’s the one that started it all. Thank you Peter Criss. We owe you so much.

I Love Titles

Ok in the interest of being fair and balanced here’s a list of things i really like.

I love flannel.
I love coconut anything. I just found out about coconut jelly beans and coconut muffins and I’m suddenly reborn.
I love Jon Stewart. I knew he was great over a decade ago and now everyone else does too. Not only funny but he can take on any pundit or politician and always win.
I love Green Days American Idiot album. Why didn’t I buy this a year ago?
I love Pearl Jam. Keep on keepin on boys.
I love the Mets. I really do, bless their hearts. We’ve been through so much together.
I love the thighs of female figure skaters.
I love the smell of a new book, magazine, or cd.
I love The Onion.
I love the English accent.
I love croutons.
I love the sound and smell of a fireplace blazing.
I love cats and dogs.
I love fuel efficiency.
I love loyalty as long as its not blind.
I love making out.
I love Jean Luc Picard.
I love peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches.
I love rainy weather and storms.
I love snowball fights.
I love playing catch.
I love playing Trivial Pursuit.
I love playing almost anything.
I love laughing.
I love when people get what’s coming to them.
I love C Span.
I love pundits.
I love long hair.
I love evolution.
I love ethics and living up to ones responsibility and promises.
I love movies about redemption.
I love grapes and nuts.
I love Arrested Development.
I love N.Y.
I love creature comforts.
I love remote controls.
I love the Fall.
I love the fallen.
I love the 80′s. Music, movies, memoribilia. All of it. Give me more VH1. Hey now, hey now, the dream is not over until I say it is.
I love the Braves and Yankees losing in October.
I love satire.
I love my friends.
I love to read.
I love the smell of coffee.
I love when older people say that someone has a nice shape or figure instead of saying check out that ass or I’d love to hit that,as younger people do.
I love Homer Simpson. So much wisdom in so stupid a man.
I love South Park. Always ready to step up to bat and put recent events in perspective and not caring which side of things get hurt.
I love changing paradigms.
I love Eli.
I love that last second comeback win Sunday.
I love the hot stove league.
I love America’s potential.
I love satelites.
I love when I’m in the flow or groove.
I love sad songs.
I love digital stuff.
I love when it all comes together.
I love women in jeans.
I love sincerity.
I love truth.
I love being right so much. I admit it.
I love when a woman shows an interest.
I love 2008.
I love that Brandonicus is so straightforward, doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, and is so bright and unscathed despite having grown up in Saugerties.
I love that Bob is so technically proficient, funny, and knows so much about so many things and that he’s providing such stability and good role modeling for Angela.
I love that Gantor is so honest, unafraid of saying what she thinks, and loyal to her peeps. She’s smart and a good mom too.
I love how smart, clever, and cute her daughter is.
I love that her sister Douchebag 101 is cool enough now to be likable despite being a loser ass Yankee fan who likes too many football teams, and that she chats with me on line until the wee hours, and is visiting soon.
I love that me and miss jaqueta have known each other longer than we’ve known anyone else we’ve been in semi-regular contact wtih the last 9 years, that she’s so bright, culturally in touch, and remarkably stable and healthy mentally.
I love not working the past week.
I love a good cup of tea.
I love the Brownie rush.
I love to turn you eyieeyieeyieeyie-on.
I love Soy milk.
I love baseball caps and football jerseys.
I love the way you move.
I love watching them squirm.
I love Neil Young still rockin’ in the free world.
I love the guy who put the wop in the bopdewopdebop.
I love a good metal power ballad. It’s cool when bad boys show they can cry.
I love that nutty island.
I love Jessies girl.
I love you.