Monthly Archive for August, 2007

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Boomer Blog/Websites Booming

I couldn’t help myself. That obvious headline is the best I am willing to do at this point in time.

I’m always on the prowl for new boomer blogs to link up with.  It’s hard to find them, especially ones that are consistent in their posts and aren’t always whining about health issues.  The other side of the boomer blogs are the ones that are so personal and family oriented that they aren’t interesting to me. Men boomer bloggers?  Where are they? If you know one, please put it in the comments.

Over the past six months a number of non-personal blogs have sprung up.  By non-personal, I mean that they are meant to reach a wide variety of boomers and offer a wide variety of topics.

What we used to call a website in the olden times.

So far, the one I like the best is Boomspeak. I like the looks of the place. They aren’t too preachy about things, slightly irreverent at times, not overly complicated in the areas they try to cover.

Their tag line is “Your whole life in front of you.”  I just think they do a good job of meeting that statement.

Now if they would only update their content more often! Remember folks, if I came there one week and then returned the next only to find the same stuff. Chance are, I won’t be back the third week.

Who the Hell is Jack Montrose?

I won’t be playing Wiki Wednesday anymore brought to us by the font geek. This is what I get from my clicking on random page in the left hand column at Wikipedia. The only things that mean anything to me are Detroit because I was born in Michigan and Las Vegas because it’s Las Vegas.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I think I’ll try again. Now that was cool! It was about Robert Six! I’m going like Sixty… he was an airline pilot, I’ve been on an airplane… he learned to fly in a bi-plane, I’ve seen a bi-plane. So much potential.

Darn the luck.

Jack Montrose (born December 30, 1928 in Detroit, Michigan; died February 7, 2006 in Las Vegas, Nevada) was a jazz tenor saxophonist and arranger. After attending university in Los Angeles he worked with Jerry Gray and then Art Pepper. Montrose also did arrangements for Clifford Brown. He became known for cool jazz and/or West coast jazz.[1]

Beginning in the mid-1950s Montrose’s heroin addiction became a liability and by the time he had overcome it his style of jazz was no longer popular. This led him to play in strip joints for a time until he relocated to Las Vegas where he worked in casinos. Montrose returned to recording in 1977 and in 1986 had some success in collaboration with Pete Jolly.[2]

Jack Montrose (West Coast Jack) is not to be confused with tenorist J.R. Monterose (East Coast Jake) who played on Charles Mingus‘s album Pithecanthropus Erectus

Effective September 19, California is Out of Time

Does anybody call time and temperature anymore?  Why is this service still around? Are there companies still paying to bring you the time and temperature? Moot in SoCal.

Nancy at Wordworking will let me know if I used “moot.” correctly and she led me to this astounding technological change:

What that means is that people throughout Southern California will no longer be able to call 853-1212 to hear a woman’s recorded voice state that “at the tone, Pacific Daylight Time will be . . .”

Jayne Barbe and Mary Moore were the two most listened to voices in America at one time. They told you the time, that circuits were busy, and that your call cannot be completed as dialed.

It is the end of time in SoCal. The bellweather for the rest of the country. Break out your placards.

The End of Time Is Coming.

ATT said so!

Dilbert Blog Readers Make His Point

Generally people who read the Dilbert blog, don’t pay attention to instructions.  They obviously are cubicle workers who can’t comprehend or follow simple instructions.

One of my many mental hobbies is thinking up new country sayings. My newest one is “I’m thirstier than a Chinese coal miner.” While nothing can surpass my all-time favorite, “I’m hornier than a two-peckered dog,” this new one comes close.

What’s your favorite country saying?

The last comments that have been approved were at 10 a.m. There were almost 200 comments.  I think maybe ten actually refer to a country. One of two things happened:

  1. The commenters interpreted country to mean “redneck.”
  2. They all just wanted to cuss more.

I  submitted “colder than a well diggers ass in Iceland.”

Miss Teen South Carolina Still Practicing

At the nursing home practicing because you never know…