February 17th, 2004

vader

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1. Dogsitting
2. Purchasing a new acoustic guitar
3. Recording drum tracks for the new EP without a drummer
4. A-Rod

OK. Well, I'm going to break these up into 2 parts; baseball and not-. Collapse )

OK, now for the rest of the weekend.

1. Dogsitting. Tristan is the cutest lil' puppy in the world, and he is madly in love with Katharine. He likes me, too, but if it's between my lap or Kath's, it's Kath's all the way. (I feel the same way, but that's another story. (ba-dum TING!!)) It is kinda wierd, though, how much having a dog in the house kinda changes a lot about how you get through the day. Tristan is paper-trained, which is great, but the paper is in the bathroom, and the bathroom isn't very big. Also, I sorta felt compelled to play with him or at least just keep him in my eyesight at all times, just to make sure he wasn't choking on a roach trap or pooping in my shoes, and, well, if you're not used to that, it's a bit tiring. Kath told me, "I'm not ready to give up my life with you," and I can certainly vice-versa that. So, it'll be a bit longer before we acquire our lil' Skippy.

2. Purchasing a new acoustic guitar. Much like ARod, this took me by surprise. Sunday morning, Kath and I (and Tristan) are in our post-breakfast mode, and we're flipping around on the TV, and we stop on Lethal Weapon 2, which turns out to be heavily edited, and we get bummed out, and I'm like, "Shit, I might as well just go out and get LW1 and LW2 on DVD right now," and Kath is like, "DUDE! Totally!" So I did. I walked down to the Best Buy near my apartment and picked them up. There's a Guitar Center along the way, though, and on my way back I stopped in, just to see if there were going to be any good deals for President's Day, as I'm in the market for a tuner. And I sorta moseyed over to the acoustic guitar area, just because I'm also sorta in the market for an acoustic, and I was a bit chagrined because the acoustic selection in the main room at Guitar Center is pretty shitty - mostly shitty Fenders, Ovations, Ibinez, Epiphone - not a single Guild in sight - but then, in the back room, I found her - a Taylor 110SB. A low-end Taylor, to be sure, but a Taylor nonetheless, and easily the most gorgeous tone I could get for the money. The guy who sold it to me ended up giving me an absolutely ridiculous deal; I got the guitar, a gig bag, the Boss TU-2 tuner, a set of Elixir 12s for the acoustic and 20 picks for $620. SCORE!!

3. Recording drum tracks for the new EP without a drummer. Let me just say that I am more excited for this EP than any other recording project I've ever undertaken before - not only because we're doing it for free, on David's computer, on our own time, on our own terms. I'm excited because I'm absolutely confident that we're going to make a kickass EP even without a drummer. What we've decided to do is to use my drum machine, tweak the hell out of it, and then, for the most part, tap out the beats live - which is something I've been doing for a long time. I get to "play drums!" We've done drum tracks for 2 songs already, and we'll most likely bang out the remaining 3 or 4 over the next few weeks. What I really like is how democratic the process has been - we all are shaping the parts and the sounds. More than anything, though, we're all really excited about the songs we're recording, and what makes this recording process unique is that they're all brand-new songs, we haven't rehearsed them to death and gotten tired of them, they reflect what we sound like at this exact moment and it's exciting to be able to document this in almost real-time. We're not afraid of crazy sounds and experimentation, and I'm sure we're all going to playing different instruments throughout this recording process. The whole thing puts a smile on my face.

OK, work - bring it on.
vader

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Interesting spin on the Arod deal from Futility Infielder:

Irony: The Red Sox hopes were crushed last fall by one swing of Aaron Boone's bat. They labored for weeks trying to get Rodriguez in a deal for Manny Ramirez. Because of several factors, the deal fell through. Later Boone tore up his knee and Red Sox Nation uttered a collective Nelson-esque "ha-ha" as the Yanks sifted through the Enrique Wilsons, Tyler Houstons, and Mike Lambs of the world, looking for a third baseman that could take them up to the trading deadline. Boone's injury turned out to be the Sox worst Bucky F-ing Dent nightmare once Rodriguez told the Yanks he'd be willing to play third base.

More Irony: That the deal went down so fast goes to show that being Bud Selig's Public Enemy #1 has its advantages. The spin on the Red Sox foiled A-Rod deal was that the Players' Association wouldn't agree to the way Rodriguez's contract was restructured. But it doesn't take a genius to read between the lines and see that while there were ways of restructuring the contract that met MLBPA's rules, that restructuring would have put the Sox over the luxury tax threshold this year, joining only those big bad bullies from the Bronx. Since Bud had hand-picked the John Henry-Tom Werner-Larry Lucchino ownership group, they were essentially bound by his wishes to stay in line while the so-called Evil Empire broke the bank.

Even More Irony: The deal happened so quickly that the cottage industry of pundits who placed their round-the-clock reportage at the center of the affair were nowhere to be found this time around. Can a blockbuster deal happen without Peter Gammons telling us about it ten times a day? The answer is a resounding "Yes!"

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It will be a matter of no small debate in the papers and online as to whether the other 25 major league teams lost here as well. Hands will wring. But one thing is clear: the way the last Collective Bargaining Agreement targeted the Yankees with its luxury tax has done more to exacerbate the so-called problem than it has to solve it. Winning ballclubs make money, especially when they want to win even more. Bud, who knows less about building a winning ballclub than the Butcher of Baghdad, did everything he could to alienate Steinbrenner and the Yanks during the construction of that CBA. He'll offer even more reactionary ideas the next time around -- a 50% Pinstripe tax, perhaps. The other owners might want to think twice about listening to him.