A Bloy and his Blog

A few weeks ago the musical world lost a legend when Joe Strummer passed away. Formerly of the Clash, Joe and his band mates revolutionized music in the late 1970’s with their blend of punk rock and reggae music.

I never got the chance to see The Clash live, but I was lucky enough to see Joe Strummer perform a few summers ago. It was my favorite show at Summerfest that year. Along with songs from his latest album, he also played some classic Clash songs with all the raw energy that I imagine he used when he played with his old band.

If you don’t own the Clash’s classic album London Calling do yourself a favor and go out and get it. If you’ve got that one, my next pick would be Joe’s solo record Rock Art and the X-Ray Style from a few years ago. His newer releases stand up well next to the albums he made with the Clash.

Goodbye Joe, and thanks.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve got an empty family room in need of furniture and decorating, but lately my favorite show on television has been Trading Spaces — it’s actually a bit of a guilty pleasure for me. It’s one of the few things that make paying the high cost of cable tv almost worth it. In case you haven’t seen the show, two friends or neighbors (with the help of an interior designer and a carpenter) swap houses for two days and completely redo a room in their friend’s house. The fun part is the owners don’t get to see the design until all the work is done.

Okay it’s stupid, and some of the designers creations are a bit out there, but it sure looks like a lot of fun. Anyone want to trade spaces with me?

I am definitely behind in my blogging. I blame it on the winter. It certainly isn’t MY fault. [grin]

Short days and long nights in bitter cold temperatures bring out the hibernator in me. I find I sleep more in the wintertime and I spend more time curled up on the couch with a good book (and maybe a blanket). Of course the lack of snow doesn’t help. Looking out the window and seeing a winter wonderland of brown can be a bit depressing.

I’m as dark as December.
I’m as cold as the man in the moon.
All I hear is that lonesome sound.
The hounds of winter, they follow me down.

- Sting, The Hounds Of Winter

Tragic news today when the Columbia space shuttle broke apart and all of those aboard perished. In a time when war, terrorism and other negative aspects of humanity can be all too prevalent, those 7 astronauts died while on a peaceful quest to expand our scientific knowledge. May that noble quest never perish.

My thoughts and prayers are with all those who were close to the astronauts.

So there I was at home with cabin fever, day dreaming of summer camping and biking. As I was silently wishing it was spring and all of this bitter cold weather was well behind me, I clicked on a web page and saw the following quote:

It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time.

- Sir Winston Churchill

The Department of Homeland Security is recommending that everyone buy plastic sheets and duct tape, to seal a room where you can be safe in the event of a bio-terrorist attack.

Am I the only one who finds this a bit ridiculous? Yes, duct tape has to be one of the most useful inventions ever created, but I seriously doubt it has the ability to repel biological agents. Part of me wonders if the current administration is getting the public all hyped up, just so that more of us will be in favor of war with Iraq. Unless their plan is to boost the struggling economy with massive sales of plastic and duct tape…

Yesterday I got an email from someone who enjoys the wilderness as much as I do. After reading some of the things I have here, he thought I might be interested in the web sites of Sigurd Olson (a nature writer and conservationist) and the Listening Point Foundation which strives to promote Sigurd’s philosophy and build upon his wilderness education legacy.

Those sites are definitely worth a visit if the wilderness and conservation are as important to you as they are to me.

I saw one of the first signs of Spring today. I opened up my mailbox to see the L.L. Bean outdoor gear catalog waiting for me. Unfortunately it was accompanied by a big sign of winter — a snowstorm. Right now there’s about two inches on the ground and we’re supposed to get another four inches. I guess I won’t be camping anytime soon. At least looking at all that cool stuff and daydreaming about the outdoors will make the winter night seem a little warmer.

Wow, what a basketball game! Last night the Wisconsin Badgers defeated Illinois and became champions of the Big Ten this year. With 0.4 seconds remaining, Devon Harris sank the second of two free throws (he missed the first) to give the Badgers a 1 point lead and the victory. After the game I had so much adrenaline in my system that getting to sleep last night was not an easy task.

For my money, there is nothing like college basketball. The intensity of the players, the passion and loyalty of the fans and just overall excitement is unmatched in any other sport. I was fortunate enough to see the Big Ten Champion Badgers play three games in Madison this year and each time was a blast. Just thinking about what it must have been like to be in the Kohl Center last night gives me goose bumps.

Yesterday I went on my first bike ride of 2003 (and it’s still officially winter here in Wisconsin). Temperatures this weekend were in the balmy mid-60’s which forced me to dust off my bike and head outside. I rode for about an hour yesterday and about an hour and a half today. I’m sure my leg muscles will be feeling it tomorrow — not to mention my bum.

As I was riding along the Milwaukee County Parks Oak Leaf Bike Trail I was thinking about how fortunate I was to live close to such a nice trail. I hear a lot of people complain about paying property taxes, but what about the benefits that come from tax revenue? I’m happy to pay my share in taxes if I also have access to a beautiful parks system and other things that enhance the quality of life in my community. That’s money well spent in this biker’s opinion.