September 17th, 2013
September 16th, 2013
October 17, 2010 wasn’t D-Day in the NFL, rather it was C-Day—as in concussion—where a rash of NFL players were violently knocked out of games from the type of defensive highlights usually glorified on post-game shows. NFL Commissioner, Roger Goodell, was forced into action, because like the announcer in Rocky IV said, “They better stop this fight before somebody gets killed.”
Since then, the NFL has fined players, changed rules, and opened a dialogue about head injuries that extends all the way down to pee-wee football. They were also taken to court by battered ex-NFLers and settled on paying them $765 million.
So what’s the problem?
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September 10th, 2013
September 3rd, 2013
August 27th, 2013
August 24th, 2013
I recently went back in time to the 1980s, not literally of course, but it sure did feel like it.
It all started the previous week when some friends and I went back in time to the 1880’s, attending the annual Kutztown Folk Festival (Kutztown, PA), a gala that celebrates, among other things: quilting, glass-blowing, candle-making and shoo-fly pie baking.
On our way there we passed a water park that looked straight out of a Meatballs movie (which could have also looked straight out of a Friday The 13th movie, minus the daylight).
When we met up with some friends, originally from the area, they told us they used to visit the park as youngsters. Our friend Katie said that part of the park’s excitement was its danger. I guess barreling down a cobbled-together waterslide—not knowing if you’d make it to the bottom—has the same thrill of jumping off a bridge with a bungee attached to your ankle.
While my friend Ian and I gave each other we-gotta-go looks, Katie interrupted by telling us that the park was closed. Though it looked like it hadn’t been touched since 1983, I swore I saw some people there when we passed it. A quick search on Ian’s iPhone confirmed my hunch: Terry Hill Water Park was still in business!
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August 20th, 2013
August 13th, 2013
July 20th, 2013
A mix designed to ease into a morning run. Stretchy, stretch and enjoy!
July 18th, 2013
Ah yes, the August 1, 2013 front cover of Rolling Stone.
Is it provocative?
People are texting, tweeting tumbl’ing, and talking about it; and look here, I’m currently blogging about it. It has provoked an abundance of thought and opinion.
Here’s why I’m upset:
Whether they admit it or not, every musical act’s dream is to grace the cover of Rolling Stone. Despite wearing a “CORPORATE MAGAZINES STILL SUCK” t-shirt, Kurt Cobain and his Nirvana band-mates willing appeared on its cover in 1992. They dressed more appropriately for the occasion when they were featured on the front two years later.
When the Beastie Boys graced their first cover in 1994, I felt validated that my favorite band now shared the same honor as the musical greats that came before them.
It was always a joyous moment when a band you rallied behind made the cover of Rolling Stone:
Eleven years after releasing their seminal, self-titled debut album, Weezer finally made it on in 2005; the lil’ ol’ Black Keys from Akron, Ohio triumphantly mugged for the cover in leather jackets early last year; and even my favorite TV show—Breaking Bad—got the cover treatment last summer.
I should point out that Bryan Cranston and Aaron Paul only play bad guys on television. The crystal meth they cook is made from cotton candy crystals, while the “bomb” used at the end of Season 4 was a special effects stunt in which no one was actually injured—or killed.
Rolling Stone hasn’t always catered to my likes.
Amidst boy-band fervor during the TRL era, *NSYNC became cover boys in 2000. I was equally outraged when the Jonas Brothers got their cover nearly a decade later. And how could Jersey Shore party legend Snooki get a cover before Jersey Shore punk legends The Bouncing Souls?
For every pop-tart and boy-band that makes the front of Rolling Stone, there also seems to be an eye-rolling abundance of issues bearing the images of Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix and The Rolling Stones.
From the same carefree era as the names mentioned above, in 1970 Rolling Stone put killer and cult leader Charles Manson on its cover. Some will say the precedent was set here, but I don’t agree. We live in an age where instantaneous and perpetual media coverage gives young people the impression that committing a horrific act is an option to their desperation. When I was a kid “school shooting” wasn’t a ubiquitous media term.
It just sucks that while public enemy #1 gets the cover of Rolling Stone, hip-hop legends, Public Enemy, are still waiting for their first.