Dave James

I ordered a cover for my new KIndle from an Amazon seller in England. That was on December 28th. I received a shipping notification several days later that established a delivery window of between January 26th and February 8th. Today is the 8th and there's still no sign of the package. I guess its comforting to know I'm not the only one in this boat, but it's still frustrating. Today I deleted some pretty nasty feedback I'd left on Amazon's website choosing instead to believe that the circumstances were beyond the control of the seller. I guess that remains to be seen.

Isn't that four words?

Smart money is on the Colorado Rockies,

*Positive thoughts gratefully received." Wow, you've got 'em. Hope everything turns out OK.

The 400 seats that went unoccupied due to safety concerns were temporary bleachers installed by Jerry Jones to ensure that Cowboys Stadium would set the record for the largest crowd in Super Bowl history. As it turned out, he was about 600 butts short. What an ego. What a jerk. I don't know how anyone can root for that team with such a world class dickhead in charge.

That's weird. I was just listening to Parisienne Walkways last night. Moore certainly carved out a more successful post-Lizzy career than, say, Phil Lynott. Another one bites the dust. I'm starting to feel really old. R.I.P.

Ye, it's pretty amazing how popular he is. I have been spending a lot of time in Africa lately, and Kenny G is quite popular there. It is really a mystery to me. For most popular music that I don't like, I can usually understand, at least to some degree, why it is popular. Not so with Kenny G. I have absolutely no idea what people like about it. Most people enjoy music that isn't very challenging. No thought, just listen. The beautiful music crowd. How else can you explain the popularity of Kenny G, Yanni, John Tesh, Andre Rieu, Celtic Women...the list goes on and on. I've seen people leaving concerts by the likes of these folks and they look like they've been worked over with a happy stick. Music at an incredibly superficial level is all most folks really want.

As I have noted many times before, no one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.

That's actually pretty funny. Like all of us, I've no use for Mr. G's music, but the fact that he apparently doesn't take himself too seriously these days is encouraging. I was going to wish a Super Bowl soprano malfunction on him, but I think I'll hold off.

Very much reminiscent of George Braith and his Braithophone.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mezzo-soprano_saxophone

How much for a black box and booklet to go with it? -_- If you're into reincarnation, you might also want to know who would be doing the remastering.

At one time I had a fairly substantial collection of Veronica Lake memorabilia. I've also collected old radios and red and white kitchen utensils and kitchen furniture. I also kept all my Steiff hand puppets and Matchbox toys from when I was a kid. Lastly, a fair number of the old double fold Rolling Stone magazines from the '60's and early '70's.

We can't help ourselves. It's that darn entitlement mentality. On the upside, if you're a Mets fan, I hear Mark Cuban has reached out to the Wilpons to make it known that he'd be interested in owning a piece of the team. That might shake things up. Can you even imagine Fred Wilpon and Mark Cuban in the same room?

I am seriously liking Wayne. That's some nasty lap steel guitar, not to mention the bass player who's off on his own tasty trip.

I think I'm going to go ahead and remember her like this:

I suppose there's an outside chance that Pettitte could return in mid-season ala Roger Clemens, but I rather doubt it. He strikes me as the kind of guy who once he makes up his mind, he sticks with it. Agree that he's a class act. Lots of players could pattern their behavior on and off the field after Pettitte and be the better for it. It'll be awhile before I forget that stare, when you could barely see his eyes between the bill of his cap and the top of his glove. If I ever saw one, that was a look that meant business. You can't say more about any athlete than when the big games rolled around and all the chips were on the table, he was at his best. That was Andy Pettitte. As to what this does to the Yankees rapidly fading chances, I guess we've at least hit the bottom of the barrel. It's comforting in its own way to know that there's really no place to go from here but up.

Here's a thought. Start putting out better music.

Speaking of EMI, Citigroup just took over there... http://www.businessweek.com/news/2011-02-01/citigroup-takes-control-of-emi-ending-hands-ownership.html

I'd do the Harriott in a New York minute. This is the kind of stuff Mosaic was cut out to do.

The Rainbow Bridge. Thanks- there are a few books with that title that seem to be similar. Which one specifically are you referring to? Not referring to any particular book or writing, just a concept. Having pets is one of life's greatest pleasures. Losing them is one of life's great sorrows.

The Rainbow Bridge.

He always looked like his face and body were made out of elastic or some other Gumby-like material. Funny guy. I did not know he was a big band drummer. You learn something new every day. R.I.P.

Interesting article in the NYT detailing Derek Jeter's off-season work with Yankees' hitting coach Kevin Long. http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/29/sports/baseball/29jeter.html?_r=1&hpw

Read this yesterday. Unheard of in today's "it's all about me, screw you" environment.