Category Archives: In My Life

Liberty Pups

The term ‘hot dog’ is popularly believed to have been coined during a baseball game between the New York Yankees and the Giants in 1901. It was a chilly day and concessionaire Harry Stevens decided to buy up all the dachshund sausages he could find, his vendors offering them for sale with the following cry: “They’re red hot! Get your dachshund sausages while they’re red hot!” Observing the vendors, newspaper cartoonist T. A. Dorgan sketched a dachshund dog inside an elongated roll and, apparently unable to spell “dachshund,” used the caption “hot dog” instead, a term that quickly caught on. This also reflected the suspicion at the time that the best cuts of meat weren’t always finding their way into the cheap sausages, which, for all one knew, might actually contain dog meat. Whatever they contained, hot dogs clearly didn’t taste too bad as consumption of them never let up. Manufacturers of frankfurters initially tried to avoid the term but, with anti-German sentiment running high during the Second World War (see also French toast and Salisbury steak), “frankfurter” was dropped in favor of “hot dog”* and, under this name, quickly rose to become the American icon it is today. Footnote: During the First World War, dachshunds (the actual dogs, that is) had been renamed “liberty pups.”

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Albums of the Decade

Outstanding efforts in no particular order:

Radiohead – Kid A
Bjork – Vespertine

The Strokes – Is This It

Rilo Kiley – More Adventurous
Bright Eyes – Lifted, Or the Story is in the Soil
Radiohead – In Rainbows
Daft Punk – Discovery
Sigur Ros – ( )
The Strokes – Room On Fire

The Killers – Sam’s Town
Arcade Fire – Funeral
Postal Service – Give Up

The Libertines – Up the Bracket
Outkast – Speakerboxxx/The Love Below

Saves the Day – Stay What You Are

Burial – Untrue
The Mars Volta – Deloused in the Comatorium
Taking Back Sunday – Tell All Your Friends
Amy Winehouse – Back to Black

Blood Brothers – Crimes

Kanye West – 808’s & Heartbreak

Justin Timberlake – FutureSex/LoveSounds

Brand New – Deja Entendu

Coldplay – Parachutes
Death Cab For Cutie – Transatlanticism
MIA – Arular

Michael Jackson

“I know we have different friends now…”

“…but sometimes I miss you so much. It really hurts.”

When I watch My So-Called Life on DVD, I wonder if life will ever be as emotionally stimulating as primary school. I remember the forced social grind of every kid in town; a bunch of very different people thrown into the same building, everyday, for the better part of a year. With minimal responsibility, we were allowed to experience, create, destroy, and grow so much at the expense of the adults. Are our lives now just echoes of those intense emotions we experienced?

Sometimes I still laugh at things I remember hearing in school.

An echo, a stain

sorry, i don’t mean to spring this on you so randomly, but i saw a picture of you as a child and it sparked some thoughts.

it’s so strange to see today’s pictures of the people that you grew up with. i can recognize face, but can see every change that i wasn’t there enough to not notice. i don’t enjoy that i’m so disconnected with all of my childhood friends. our friendship was always special to me, though i hardly fully appreciated it when you were around. i feel we will forever be deeply bonded by our upbringing and parents friendship, and that is something i treasure, but lack physical evidence of. as i get older, i’m finding that it’s near impossible for new acquaintances to reach that deep root in my soul where my friends of old have their place. i wish we were closer.


eric

This is the first song for your mixtape.

I just dusted off my (digital) copies of Brand New’s Your Favorite Weapon and Deja Entendu and Taking Back Sunday’s Tell All Your Friends. These are some of the only songs that still give me chills, and probably will for the rest of my life. I clearly remember back in high school, sitting in crowded speeding cars, screaming along to the words with some of my best friends. Most young bands of the past six years have just been stardust, spouted from the magic of these records, floating and fading. A few kings of the genre:

For further reading, the rift that stood between John Nolan, Jesse Lacey, and Adam Lazzara is explained here.