i'm going to brag a bit today. I've gotta make up for my 53% hipsterness. Well, 53% according to a certain quiz brought to my computer screen by Andy's External Monologue. I haven't said much about my work, so if you'd like to see a bit of it... run, walk, climb, paddle, and/or click on over to Rock/Creek Outfitters. I designed this site along with the beautiful and accomplished Jacob Stuart, who recently left our shores. I think it turned out pretty nice, and if any of you saw the old site, i hope you'll agree that it's definitely an improvement. Ok, i'm done.
So i've got two things on the agenda for this entry. Although i may wander off at some point(s). But my two subjects are: THE White Stripes & THE Cosby Show... Two shining examples of pure entertainment that make me smile and dance.
So on Friday, Josiah, April & I rode down in Mesh's mini-van of rock to see THE White Stripes at Stone Mountain. I won't review the show other than to say that it was peppermintastic. What i will mention, though, is the crowd. As Josiah mentioned in his post, there was quite a number and quite a variety of interesting folk in attendance. But what puzzles me the most is how the TWS got to be this popular. Don't get me wrong, they're a great band, but i couldn't help wondering why all of these random people around me thought TWS were cool? i mean, Jack White is pretty dang weird, so why is this 45 year-old drunken mullet guy rocking out with that pale-as-a-ghost pansy twitching around on stage with his "sister"? But we were in georgia, so maybe the whole sibling thing isn't that much of an issue. Could it be just because he "wails hard"? Or maybe he was there because the show was free. Actually, i think i'm over analyzing and should just stop. And besides, i haven't even mentioned Bill Cosby yet. He wails hard.
So while we were sitting in traffic on the way out of the big rock park, we started talking about our favorite TV sitcoms. And for me, there is an undisputed king... THE Cosby Show. Watching that show is like watching home videos. And for me, that's a big stretch in a few ways:
1. I'm white.
2. I've never been much of a TV-watcher, and have very rarely watched any shows religiously.
3. I'm white, and i grew up in Cleveland, Tennessee.
My family never missed an episode. It wasn't possible. And i couldn't wait until the beginning of each season, when the new opening sequence was unveiled. So much to my surpirse, what do i see when i flip on the tube Saturday night? "The Cosby Show: A Look Back" !!! Two whole hours of clips, flashbacks, interviews, bloopers and more for my hungry eyes. And although I'd always admired the show for it's perfect play on cultural issues, i was now reminded of how numerous Cosby's virtues really were, and how funny it still is.
I've always hated when people over emphasize the validity & relevance of TV shows that almost no one will remember a couple weeks after they've left the air. But in the case of Cosby, i just can't champion it enough. Yes, the Huxtables were black. Yes, they had money. Yes Cliff & Claire were a doctor and a lawyer. But the fact is, it rarely ever even crossed my mind that they were black at all! They were just a normal family. And a funny one at that. As Bill Cosby himself said at the end of the special, when it comes to parents & kids... we're all the same.
Bill Cosby, you are beautiful.
so this is where you read something i've typed and maybe you'll like what you see, laugh at what you read, or wonder why i typed the something. this blog is something. i don't know what. i feel like i did when i started my first "diary", in which my first entry was "dear diary, i don't know how to do this". it was a bright orange book with a texture not too unlike a fuzzy golf ball. i still have it. if you see it, don't open it. it has things written in it that will scare you. maybe this blog will scare you. i always liked scaring girls at summer camp. jumping from behind cabins or trees and other places no one should be. in the dark. it's summertime and i want a road trip. last night i took a road trip to cleveland and back. saw 2 cats, 2 parents, watched the radiohead "2 dollar bill" show, bought a headlight, drove with the windows down, pretended i was on a real road trip. now i'm pretending to be a blogger, when i'm actually just a rambler. a wanderer. a vapor. going away. don't pay too much attention...