When did the mustache become so popular as a symbol of fatherhood? Check out the logo in this Sears’ ad for Father’s Day gifts:
Apparently only Dads that are sporting a soup strainer are worthy of gifts. Folks like this guy:
And this fella:
Even this guy:
Why the fascination with the lip caterpillar these days? I blame this man:
So what does it all mean for clean-shaven fathers? No gift for you!
Hugh MacLeod is a genius. His Ignore Everybody book is very inspiring, and I love his “Daily Cartoon” email – you can sign up here.
Today’s email cartoon was this:
Pretty much sums up the ol’ Interweb these days.
If you’re a Person of a Certain Age who liked to rock and/or roll, you remember the dark days of disco, when Giorgio Moroder was the devil and the Bee Gees were the hounds of hell.
If so, you probably broke out in hives at the sight of a mirror ball, and you saw the infamous “Disco Demolition Night” as your generation’s Woodstock.
But something good did come of the Disco Era (other than being able to get some hideous clothes really cheap at Goodwill from 1981 on). Check out this band, Johnnyswim, performing a Tiny Desk Concert on NPR.
The female vocalist in Johnnyswim is Amanda Sudano, and she just happens to be the daughter of Disco Diva Donna Summer and songwriter/producer Bruce Sudano, who met in March of 1977 in the heart of the disco era. Rock on!
If you listen to Pandora, they know a bit about you because you have to fill out a profile. So they can target ads toward your demographic. Sadly, this was the banner ad while I was listening to my radio station based on The Replacements:
So if I’m old enough to like the ‘mats, and a dude, apparently I’m prone to have low testosterone. OK, I’ll give the advertisers a pass on that, because I am a man of a certain age. But did they have to use such a goober in the photo? Something tells me that “low T” is pretty low on the list of things he needs to fix.
Right Guard should just mix the low T in with their new “Musty Mothball” scent.
Just finished Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott, a great book about writing. In it, Ms. Lamott talks about the concept of ‘sh*tty first drafts’ – just get something down on paper (or computer) and you can worry about revising and improving your draft later.
In case there was any doubt after reading a couple of my posts, please rest assured that all of these are ‘sh*tty first drafts.’
About a week ago, I was going to drive to Louisville to see one of my favorite bands, Okkervil River. They were scheduled to open a brand new venue, the Mercury Ballroom. I was looking forward to the show like a six-year-old looks forward to Christmas. Or maybe more like an Amish teen looks forward to Rumspringa. The show was scheduled for Friday, April 4th. Here’s the email I got a mere two days before the show:
A construction delay? Are you kidding me? I was crushed. But I can’t blame the band… unless they are as skilled in construction as they are in music and could’ve come into Louisville early, hung some drywall and installed the fire suppression system.
Okkervil River’s latest album, The Silver Gymnasium is stellar. It’s lead singer and songwriter Will Sheff’s ode to growing up in small town New Hampshire in the year 1986. If there aren’t any construction delays at a venue near you, please go see them live.
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