January 29, 2015

What Is That Song?

As most of you probably know, having read this blog (and my other) throughout the years, I listen to a lot of college radio. For me, college radio is the closest thing to satellite radio (yeah, I am cheap with certain things), which in turn allows me expand my musical horizons (i.e. jazz, techno, salsa, euro, true r&b) to infinity and beyond.

Now, believe it or not, college radio does have a basic rule that it follows, more often than commercial radio: they will tell you what they played. Usually it goes something like this: they'll play a bloc of music, anywhere from 10 to 25 minutes in length, and when it finishes, they'll come back on air and will tell you what it was that you heard. There is one jock in particular who will not only tell you what you heard, but will post it on Facebook as well.

All but one station I listen to follows that basic rule. No matter what the show, they'll come on afterwards and clue you in. However, there is one station that I listen to that often drives me batty, because more often than not, the jock will not tell you what it was that they'd played. Quite often I'll hear a song that I actually like, and I'll become frustrated because they won't say who sung it or what the title was.

I would like to share with everyone a short sampling of songs that I first heard on that particular radio station (WFCS, 107.7 CCSU, New Britain CT), along with one that I heard on both college and commercial radio.

January 26, 2015

The World Wide Web

I was trying to think of a topic to write about, when the ever sensational Granny Annie delivered it right to my door step, in the form of a comment. To whit, she left this comment on last Friday's post:

I left the workplace in 2000. Believe it or not at least half of the workforce did not use email or even know what it was.

That particular comment provided the inspiration for today's post about the World Wide Web.

Most of my readers today and frankly, a whole generation of people (starting with my daughter's age) grew up with the advance technology that is the Internet: good search engines, texting, e-mails, instant messaging and in starting in the mid early 2000's, quality social media and hi-tech video games.

But there is an entire generation of people, starting in the neighborhood of my age (roughly 5+ years south of 49), who actually grew up not only in the pre-Internet age, but in the Internet childhood as well.

To whit: When I started working in an office environment in 1996, that was my first hardcore exposure not only to computers, but to the dawning of the Internet, e-mails, fax machines, etc. etc. etc. Back then, List Servs were the e-mail community of choice. Also, the e-mail system of choice back in the 1990's was something called Groupwise. However, by the early 2000's the e-mail system of choice was Outlook (and we all know how that is).

Anywho, back to the subject at hand, the World Wide Web.

January 23, 2015

Stayed The Vacation

As most of you had probably figured out, I was on vacation from work this week (sadly, I'm back there today). Mostly to decompress and recharge the batteries, and partly to act like a schmuck with the general public and be uncle-social to the family. But I bet you're wondering just exactly what I did on my vacation.

Well...I did this:

1} Blogged. For a rare treat, I had enough time to actually write three blog posts this week, with two of them being a flashback style post, in which I was both windy and erudite.

2} Facebooked. For an even rarer treat, I had enough time to goof off on Facebook. I gained a friend, lost a friend, gained a page like and lost a page like.

3} Wrote. Not necessarily fresh new stuff, although I decided to make serious attempt at doing that on Thursday (epic fail), but I did yet another round editing (see Monday's post for that), gained another beta reader and basically made a menace of myself with my muse.

4} Read. I caught up on some reading. I finished a short story horror anthology by John Lindqvist called "Let The Old Dreams Die", which was basically contained some hits and some misses. I also finished a big ol' non-fiction book about the hacker group Anonymous, which was pretty decent.

5} Wrote More. Not regular writing or blogging, but took a crack at writing another book review (success!). I have a short list of books that I really need to write reviews on and the longer I wait, the less I feel like doing it, especially since I finished most of these books at the end of last summer/beginning of fall.

6} Work. I took the liberty of checking my work e-mail on a daily basis, at least three times a day. Why? Because the last thing I wanted to do was to wade through 300+ e-mails the first day back. And how did I arrive at the number? On the average, I had at least 25 e-mails waiting for me whenever I logged in, so roughly 65 per day for the five days I was out will get you to that figure, give or take. By the way, on the last time that I had logged in to my work e-mail (around 3p) I had a total of 79 e-mails that I had either flagged or need to print out for future use.

And that, my friends is what I did on my staycation. And no, I'm not really ready to face the toddlers at my job, but it's a living.

(c) 2015 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

January 21, 2015

Curiousity Made Me Research It

I like all kinds of music and songs. You name the genre, I've probably sampled it in the past 39 1/2 years of my life (I started paying attention to music when I was about 10, which is 1975) in some particular way, shape or form. 99% of the time, the songs I listen to pretty much takes me on a journey to the farthest recesses of my memory, both past and present.

It's that remaining 1% that we're gonna have fun writing about today, and maybe, get you to search your memory banks as well.

I've always found exceptionally intriguing, to the point of the blog title, songs that touch upon an actual event. The weird thing about those songs, is that almost all of them touch upon a true crime event. I haven't heard many that don't, but the ones that I like apparently are somewhat dark/macabre in nature.

So gather 'round the BBQ and grab yourself a heaping plate of food and a tall cold one, while I regale with four tales of strange songs that touch upon true crime events. Please be warned that if some of this bothers you or makes you squeamish, by all means, feel free to check out the archives for this blog or for Cedar's Mountain. And away we go.

January 19, 2015

And Thus, A New Beginning...Or An Overrated Ending

No, it's not THAT. It will never be THAT. So please, do not worry about THAT, because THAT, will not happen for at least a year (or longer). And if you have to ask what THAT is, then you haven't been around the blog world for a while, have you? But, if you click on any of the six THATs, you will receive a very brief explanation of what I'm talking about.

Now, on to bigger and better things.

I am on a staycation this week, because to be brutally blunt, 2015 is the year where the real world revolves around me. And because the real world revolves around me (thank you very much), I decided that I needed to get off my twin buttock cheeks and do some writing.

However, the muse overruled my plan attack and instead, took off my glasses, sat down and straddled my waist, draped her arms on my shoulders, kissed my forehead and said in a voice that implied in no uncertain terms that I'm just a conduit in this little adventure, "You...........are going to dust off that punk ass novella and get busy with another round of editing. Why? Because I don't want become just another footnote in your writing journey. I want to be the one that you turn to for each and every story that you write. Understand?"

I raise an eyebrow, but she moves in until I'm forced to look up into her fiery hazel eyes. With cowardice being the better part of valor, I acquiesce.

She taps my face a couple of times, then like in my previous novel, disappears back into my subconscious so as to better monitor my progress.