I LOVE being on the radio, and it's all I ever wanted to do since I was a kid! So here I am living my dream, playing the music that I love! I'm married with 2 great kids. My son Jackson is 13 and my daughter Lauren is 10, and we're a tight little family unit! We go for walks and bike rides together, and we love to go for weekend trips. At our house, every Friday night is "Pizza and Star Trek Night" when we watch TV and have pizza delivered! I think everybody has one geeky obsession, and mine is the space program! No, I'm not a real astronaut, but I like to read about them , and have met most of my heroes, the US astronauts from the 60's and 70's.
I've worked in radio for 25 years, and have loved every minute of it! My wife's name is Lisa and we have two kids, ages 10 and 13. I'll be telling you a lot more about them on my show! We love to go for bike rides and weekend trips. We've gotten our kids hooked on old TV shows like "The Brady Bunch," "Star Trek," and "Batman," and every Friday night we have a pizza delivered and watch a great old show! I love to play hockey, and I read a lot about the US space program! Big fan of the 60's and 70's era astronauts! It was either astronaut or deejay for me, and, well, here I am!
I've been watching baseball playoffs and Duck Dynasty lately, and I've come to believe that the era of the giant super-beard is back. Back in the Civil War days, you weren't a real man at all if you didn't have a beard like this, and it was only a matter of time before it came back.
Brian Wilson of the Dodgers says the last time he shaved was 2007. So if I start today, this will be me in about 2020! Are you with me?
I first noticed this years ago when a new, young guy who worked at the radio station would never, ever take his headphones off. I think he did something to do with the web site. I'm not sure, because I never actually heard him speak. I'd approach his desk with a question, and he'd look up and look at me and nod. I wasn't ever quite sure if he'd heard me or not, so I'd ask "can you hear me?" and he'd nod again.
A couple years later I was working behind the counter of my frozen yogurt store (I was fired from the radio job. Headphone guy was not) and another young man came in with sweats on and earphones jammed into both ears. I could actually hear the rap music that was playing, it was so loud. He was having trouble understanding me, so he kindly took out ONE of his earphones. He was not hired.
Don't get me wrong, I like it when you listen to the radio with your headphones on, and it's made trips to the beach much more enjoyable because we don't have to listen to the awful music those other people are listening to. But jeez, can't we all agree to take the darn things off when somebody's trying to talk to us. We've got a few of those people around our building, and they might as well put up a sign that says "Don't Talk To Me! I'm Listening To Something More Interesting Than You!"
Lots of people are looking for new jobs right now, and research shows there is one day of the week that is the best day to apply: Monday. People who apply on Mondays are far more likely to get interviewed than any other day of the week. One theory is that the first applications that come in get the most attention.
This works well for me, because Monday just happens to be the day I take my weekly bath!
I've promised to not give anything away about the new movie "Gravity" with Sandra Bullock and George Clooney. I'll tell you the visuals were awesome, the most realistic looking space movie I've ever seen, and this is saying a lot because I've seen them all. Right down to the hardware which, for the most part looks accurate. Spring for the extra couple bucks and see it in 3D and you'll feel like you're in space.
I'm a big-time space geek and have met many of the actual astronauts and discussed their missions with them. Here are a few things I noticed that weren't quite right, but you shouldn't let these stop you from seeing it, because it's really, really good.
1. Clooney plays shuttle mission commander "Lieutenant Matt Kowalski." As far as I know, no lieutenant (a junior officer) has ever been in space. It's colonels and navy captains up there in the cockpit, or civillians of similar grade. Maybe they meant to say "Lt. Colonel?"
2. During the crisis, Kowalski asks Bullock's character, Dr. Ryan Stone some "get to know you" questions like "Where do you call home" and "Anybody waiting for you back on Earth?" By launch day, astronaut crews would have been training together day and night for years. A commander would probably know the background of each crew member better than their own family.
3. There's no way a medical doctor like Ryan would have been assigned to go up and do a Hubble telescope repair or upgrade. That's a job for an engineer, not an MD.
4. It's been mentioned to death already, but the Hubble and International Space Station are not right next door to each other. Okay, I'll give this one up! Works for the plot.
5. The astronauts keep calling each other by title: "Doctor Stone?" "Yes, Lieutenant Kowalsk?" "Have you seen Doctor Pepper?" "Yes, he and Sgt. Pepper are watching Doctor Oz." They're pretty much all PhDs and nobody flashes around titles. First names only has pretty much been the rule in space since the beginning.
6. Under space suits, they wear a bulky "long-underwear" garment, nothing like the clingy little shorts and tank top worn by fit and trim Sandra Bullock. I am totally okay with this minor detour from reality, which enhanced my viewing enjoyment by 20 percent. Is George Clooney wearning this same outfit under his space suit? I can't tell you. No spoilers, remember?
photo: Warner Brothers
Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg wanted a little privacy around his Palo Alto, CA home. He heard that the property next door was for sale, and that a developer was planning to big a big mansion and market it as "Next Door To Mark Zuckerberg!" So, Zuckerberg did what any billionaire would do: he bought it. And the house behind him. And another. And another. In fact, he bought ALL the homes around him for around 30 million dollars. All for a little privacy.
I don't know about you, but when I want some privacy to, say, run naked around the house, I just do what other classy people do: I put aluminum foil in the windows.
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The other day, my daughter and I took our puppy, Clover for a quick walk outside a shopping mall. Figured it would do her some good to get out of the house and walk around and sniff some other dogs and people for a change.
About 20 steps from the mini-van, I realized I hadn't brought one of the plastic bags the newspaper comes in that we re-purpose for handy poop bags Surely we could make it a few hundred feet to the doggie area without needing one of those, right? Wrong.
It was very crowded at the mall, and as we passed in front of the one upscale store, I felt a familiar tug on the leash. Not the "hey, there's a dried worm I want to sniff" tug, but a full-brake stop-and-crouch "I'm going right here, right now" pull.
"Daddy, she's pooping!" my daughter yelled.
"Oh, jeez, not here! Not here, not here!" But it was too late.
Now we have a small dog, who normally has a couple dainty little puppy-poops per day. But not this time. This was like she'd been holding it in for a few days, a day-after-Thanksgiving 4-segment mother-lode, right there in front of the mall.
Did I mention I was wearing my radio station" hat? Yes, I was never more proud, as pedestrians quickly changed course to avoid the scene, folks inside the store looked out the window, and people sitting on benches settled in to watch the show. Fortunately a garbage can was nearby, and I had my daughter hold the leash, as I did a little trash-diving. Unfortunately, it had recently been emptied, and I had to reach way, way down to the bottom to grab all I could get, which was a napkin.
The napkin was a little too small for the job and, as dog owners know, the first couple segments are no problem, but by the time you get to the third or fourth, it becomes sort of a juggling challenge, and much of it ended up on my hand. Then I discovered the elusive 5th segment, which was firmly embedded in the bottom of my shoe, and making tracks all over the concrete. Still trying to use my trash-napkin, I bent over and wiped up what I could, as people continued to watch, then plopped the whole disgusting mess into an empty paper cup in the garbage.
My daughter, the dog and I made our getaway, and decided to leave the mall instead of sticking around. But I'm afraid we left a little reminder of our visit. I apologize to whomever had to come by and empty the trash can that day, because I can tell you it did not smell like a refreshing fall afternoon.
A new survey says that the approval rating of the US Congress has now dropped below the following: cockroaches, foot fungus, the DMV, hemorrhoids and zombies. Hey, maybe congress isn't going down so much as those other things are going up! Who doesn't love a good zombie?
It's not all bad news for our representatives, however, they still hold a popularity lead over the ebola virus, heroin, twerking, and Miley Cyrus.
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Both my kids were sick and missed a couple days of school the other day, and I told them this story from my childhood.
My older brother, Brian, was having heart surgery, and while my parents shuttled back and forth to the hospital, my grandmother was staying with us a few days to help out.
As it happened, I was home sick with a cold for a couple days. When my school called to ask where I was, I'll never know if they just asked my grandmother why "your grandson" wasn't at school, or if she was momentarily confused about which one was "Brian" and which one was "Bruce." But I'm certain she'd have practically yelled something like "He's in the hospital! He's having open-heart surgery! He's very, very sick! He won't be back for weeks!" and then hung up.
So you can imagine the look on my teacher's face when I strolled into the classroom the next morning. Her mouth dropped wide open, the room turned silent and all the other kids got very still and stared at me. "What are you doing here?" my teacher asked.
"I feel better today," I said.
"But they told me you were in the hospital!"
"No, I just had a cold." Turns out they'd spent much of the previous day making me a giant get-well card, about 3 feet high. I remember that it had a big red heart on it (I'd had heart surgery, of course) and they'd all signed it and written something. It was pinned to the bulletin board, and my teacher was planning on taking it to the hospital after school that day.
I'm happy to report that my brother's surgery went well. My teacher quietly took the card down later in the day, and I assume she threw it away, but I've always kind of wished she'd have given it to me. After all, I did have a cold.
Photo: Flickr: Alejandra Quiroz
Here's where we keep the bread in our kitchen. It may be a mistake to continue keeping it at "dog height" but we'll see.
Here's the contents of this bread drawer: one half of a loaf of bread, and 5, count-em, FIVE bags containing just the ends, just the crusts of the previous loaves. They will remain in this drawer until A. they turn green, B. I eat them or C. we move out of the house.
I am the only person in the family who will eat them, and when I do I make a big production ot of it, but Lisa says "no, that doesn't make you a hero. Sorry."