
But On The Other Hand…
I’ve still got interpersonal communication on my mind. This time I’m asking some people to pipe down. Continue reading But On The Other Hand…
I’ve still got interpersonal communication on my mind. This time I’m asking some people to pipe down. Continue reading But On The Other Hand…
Shinzo Abe meets Donald Trump and Willard Mittbot Romney. Continue reading Of Obsession & Denial
Give ’em hell, Ryne. Continue reading Ryne Hancock: Hurt People Hurt People
Senator Sasse’s sassy speech. Continue reading The Age Of Weirdos, Jackwagons & Hoopleheads
Steve Schmidt loses his shit. Continue reading Going Schmitty
Elon Musk will soon be The King of the Trolls. Continue reading Elon Musk Is A Troll
M-Boys making news for good or ill. Continue reading The M-Boys: Macron, Meadows & Musk
More blatantly bigoted blather from Tucker Carlson. Continue reading The Sunday Tweet: Testy Tucker Scores Judge Jackson
Woke skies, nothing but woke skies from now on. Continue reading Tweet Of The Day: Woke Sky Edition
K is for Kandiss. Continue reading The Sunday Tweet: Jesus, Guns, & Babies Edition
It’s that day again. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Careless Love
On Kevin McCarthy’s illegitimate political discourse. Continue reading Forrest Gump’s Evil Twin: Run, KMac, Run
First Draft surrealism. Continue reading More Irksome Things
It’s that day again. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Burning Down The House
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Love The One You’re With
The secret word is cringe. Continue reading Things That Make Me Cringe 2.0
The Big Cringe. Continue reading Things That Make Me Cringe
The featured image is of the so-called All-American Fox Christmas tree on fire last week. This burning tree is an excellent metaphor for the daily doings at the right-wing network. Tucker Carlson tweeted out his outrage complete with an embedded … Continue reading Fox News Arsonists
It’s been foggy this week in New Orleans. I love the fog as long as I don’t have to drive in it. It’s a by-product of growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area. Monet loved the fog too. Perhaps I should have named my black cat Monet instead of Manet. Oh well, what the hell.
It’s runoff election day. If you’re in New Orleans, please vote. I’m eager to see the backs of several candidates, but even if they prevail I’ll be glad it’s over. No more lying fliers. Huzzah.
There’s a measure on the ballot in nearby St. Tammany Parish that would bring a casino to the dull suburban burg of Slidell. Both sides are spending buckets of money on teevee ads and making extravagant claims about the impact of a casino. It cracks me up: casinos are never as beneficial as their proponents would have you believe or as bad as opponents claim. So it goes.
A reminder that you can hear my views on today’s election by listening to The Ryne Show.
This week’s theme song was written by Paul Simon for 1968’s Simon & Garfunkel album, Bookends. It’s my favorite S&G record. It’s both arty and garfunkelly at the same time.
We have three versions of A Hazy Shade Of Winter for your listening pleasure: The S&G original, followed by the Bangles, and Hugo Montenegro:
If you’re feeling hazy, let’s shake it off by jumping to the break.
Continue reading “Saturday Odds & Sods: A Hazy Shade Of Winter”
Ryne returns. Continue reading Ryne Hancock: Enough With Doom & Gloom
The New Orleans weather yo-yo continues as temperatures rise and fall. Making matters worse is that it’s happening in the middle of the night. We’ve had more than a few days where the high or low was at the stroke of midnight. Oy, just oy.
The weird weather has led to some weird dreams. The most puzzling one involved staying with two friends who were married in my dream but don’t know one another IRL. They refused to change bathroom lightbulbs or allow me to do so. I am not a fan of showering in the dark. I did it after Hurricane Ida but didn’t like it. I have no idea what this dream means but it’s sufficiently weird to share. Oh well, what the hell.
Our Thanksgiving was pleasant and low key. We didn’t get the turkey dinner at the drug store because such a thing is impossible in 2021. We had a quiet dinner at home then visited some friends we hadn’t seen since the lockdown. It was an exercise in Gamalian normalcy. Not bad for a guy who has developed a crowd phobia. It’s a far cry from the rock and roll infused days of my wayward youth.
This week’s theme song was written in 1972 by Pete Ham for Badfinger’s Straight Up album. It marked Ham’s emergence as a songwriting force to be reckoned with. Sadly, Pete Ham killed himself just three years later. It was a great loss.
We have two versions of Name Of The Game for your listening pleasure: the Badfinger original and a recent cover by Susanna Hoffs and Aimee Mann.
It’s time for another trip to disambiguation city. Bryan Ferry wrote The Name Of The Game for his 1987 album Bete Noire.
Now that we’ve pondered names and games, let’s jump to the break,
April 2020 was Richard Thompson/Edward Hopper month Odds & Sods-wise. I couldn’t resist reviving the combination for this week’s entry. They go together like peas and carrots.
Today is Dr. A’s birthday as well as municipal election day. I haven’t been that electorally engaged this cycle. Perhaps it’s the deluge of flyers we’re gotten in the mail. New Orleans pols save their low blows for direct mail. My policy is to disbelieve everything in them. I call them lying flyers.
This week’s theme song was written by Richard Thompson in 1986 for the Daring Adventures album. It was the first RT album to be produced by Mitchell Froom. Does that make it a Froom With A View? Beats the hell outta me.
We have three versions of How Will I Ever Be Simple Again for your listening pleasure: the studio original, Emmylou Harris, and RT and Emmylou live.
The stars have aligned with a second RT/EH combination. I wonder if Emmylou likes the art of Edward Hopper. Another mystery to ponder.
Now that we’ve simplified our lives, let’s complicate them by jumping to the break or is that breaking to the jump? Beats the hell outta me.
Continue reading “Saturday Odds & Sods: How Will I Ever Be Simple Again”
It’s cold enough in New Orleans that I broke down and turned on the central heat. We’ve been making do with space heaters and extra blankets. I hate the burning dust smell when the unit is first switched on. It usually gives me a headache and it happened again. Oh well, what the hell.
Sunday is a Saints home game against the arch-rival Atlanta Falcons. A friend gave us his tickets so I’m going. It’s the first real crowd I’ve been in since the Cursed Carnival of 2020. I’m nervous but vaccines or negative COVID tests are required. The mask mandate has been lifted here but I plan to mask up like Zorro. I’ll leave the saber at home for obvious reasons. I’ll let y’all know how it goes.
This week’s featured image is a Toucan by French primitive artist Henri Rousseau. This week’s theme song is about a different bird altogether. Bluebird was written in 1967 by Stephen Stills as a follow-up single to Buffalo Springfield’s monster hit, For What It’s Worth. It was an Odds & Sods theme song last year, FWIW.
There are many swell versions of Bluebird out there. We’re showcasing four: the Buffalo Springfield original, the James Gang with Joe Walsh, Bonnie Raitt, and Los Lobos.
Now that we’ve been mesmerized by the depth of her eyes, let’s join hands and jump to the break.
Dressing up with Veda Pierce Sinema. Continue reading The Sinematic Senator Meets Aaron Neville
Introducing the Seditious Seven and GEEK. Continue reading Like A Rolling Stone Article
Do Not Feed The Wingnut Troll. Continue reading Trolling A Tragedy
Of puffed-up chumps and lying sacks of shit. Continue reading The Big Lie: The View From The Gret Stet Of Louisiana
Things are slowly returning to normal in post-Ida New Orleans. The trash problem seems to have abated somewhat, but there’s still a lot of tree and construction debris about. It’s time to take the debris out of Debrisville.
I usually only have a Spring allergy problem, but that’s no longer true. I suspect it has something to do with the dust in the air after the storm. Whatever it is, I wish it would relent. Achoo.
I’m getting my Pfizer booster shot at noon today. Unlike Gary Cooper in High Noon, I won’t beg for help. I can take a jab with the best of them.
This week’s theme song was written by Jim Morrison and Robbie Krieger for the Doors’ 1967 album Strange Days. It was originally credited to the whole band. That’s what hippies did; not that Morrison was a hippie. He was one of the original goths.
We have two versions of People Are Strange for your listening pleasure: the Doors original and a cover by Echo & the Bunnymen from the 1987 movie, The Lost Boys.
That was almost as strange as the Diane Arbus featured image. Those twins have always given me the heebie jeebies.
Now that I’ve creeped you out, let’s join arms and jump to the break.
Covid is still spreading where I live, the Biden infrastructure plan is being slowed down by…checks notes…the Democrats, the deficit ceiling deadline is looming, the Big Lie is pushed incessantly, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I need a general timeline cleanse. So let’s savor a few recent joys. First, on Tuesday General Milley stuffed Tom Cotton into a locker. Watch it as many times as you need to: Gen Milley stuff Tom Cotton in a locker today, after Cotton asks him why he didn’t resign over Afghanistan. This is one of the best answers I’ve ever heard a military officer give before Congress. pic.twitter.com/NAqbloa29w … Continue reading It’s The Little Things