Smells like C.O.D!

July 3rd, 2008

Issue two is on the streets! Go get it!
Also, keep your eyes peeled in next week’s Enterprise entertainment section for the beginning of something, well, it’s gonna be something, that’s for sure! You’ll laugh, you’ll cry… You get the idea.

The sound of a new world being born

June 29th, 2008

I was scanning through my mp3 player today looking for something to listen to when I realized that more than half the stuff on there I never do any more. This struck me as a bit odd, as the names of the artist would certainly be all over my top ten list of favorite bands. I decided to play some of the songs, and was amazed at myself when I started skipping track to track after only a few seconds. Why did these songs no longer strike the chord they used to? It got me to thinking about what I listen to regularly now.

It seems that as the years pass, my taste in music has gone from the loud, passionate, heart on your sleeve, political sounds of bands like Jawbreaker, The Freeze, and Bad Religion to acoustic, mellow, anything - but - confrontational sounds of people like Jack Johnson and Matt Costa (I’m leaving Don McCloskey out because he seems to bridge the gap). What the hell has happened to me? Now, don’t get me wrong, Costa, Johnson, and their like are great musicians, and wonderful to listen to, but as far as having anything to say they’re pretty tepid. I used to like my music to get me going, and now it seems I prefer to have it slow me down. When did “don’t worry be happy” become okay? Most people would chalk this up to “growing up”, and I’m sure that’s true. Why does growing up mean I have to shut down? I remember looking forward when I was younger and swearing I would never become one of the neutered conformist masses, and yet here I sit, listening to some guy sing about eating banana pancakes and worrying about whether or not I have a clean polo shirt for work tomorrow.

It’s not that I begrudge myself the need to work a real job and support my family (is there really a greater calling?), and I’m mature enough to realize getting wasted on a street corner with a leather jacket scrawling pseudo - political graffiti on buildings isn’t going to affect any real change… Where did the compromise come in though? At some point it seems as though I (and many of my peers) simply gave up giving a shit and decided to hunker down and join the huddled masses, minus any sort of real yearning beyond a new flat screen tv or the latest hi tech gizmo. There’s something about growing up and getting a job that seems to supplant those ideals we held so dearly while young. Is it better to see things as black and white than a big smear of grey? Are we too stressed out now, worrying about bills and the economy, gas prices and terrorism, wars we were lied to about and presidents that may or may not have really won? Shouldn’t these things be making us stand taller and yell louder?  Would half of them even be issues if generation upon generation had continued to actually give a crap, rather than look down at their shoes and buy into the bullshit beaurocracy that dominates our society?

A pretty smart guy once said “be the change you want to see in the world”. Are we setting the right examples when we come home from work, turn on the tv, and tune out? What is the message we send our children when the leaders of our great nation can run amok with little or no checks and balances actually enforced, our freedoms get stripped away more and more each day, anti - American sentiment is at an all time high, the economy is crumbling, food prices are skyrocketing, the rich are getting richer, the poor are just dying, and all we care about is who will be voted off transexual supermodel bachelorette island tonight?

I don’t mean to infer that there aren’t massive amounts of people out there working hard every day to make the world a better place, because there are. My point here is that at some point in our lives, we reach a level of contentment that precludes any sort of overt action. Whether lulled to this state by the mass media marketing strategies of huge corporations or beaten dull by the sheer volume of issues we face every day, collectively we need to raise our eyes and look around. If nothing else, just for a moment, turn the radio up too loud and rattle your own cage with sounds that inspired you years ago. There’s a reason they did, and I bet it went beyond hormonal surges. The clarity of vision is so clear in our youth, unclouded by the day to day factors that weigh on us now. Our bullshit detectors were still new and fully functional, and while our thoughts and feelings may have tended to the extreme, at least we were feeling something.

I’m not suggesting that you go out and molotov cocktail something, or even that you write your congressman (though you probably should). I just think we need to be more conscious of what’s really happening in our day to day lives. It can be as simple as recycling a plastic bottle instead of throwing it out, to sitting down with your kids and really talking to them, and really listening too. Shake yourself awake. It feels good to actually be alive, and it seems a shame to waste it lacking in passion and brow beaten. You deserve better, and so do the people who care about and look up to you.

New world disorder

June 28th, 2008


It’s the weekend!

Go DO something!

now THAT’S entertainment..

June 24th, 2008

Just a little heads up for ya’ll… Starting next week in the Enterprise yours truly will be writing some stuff for the entertainment section, make sure you check it out!  I don’t want to give too much away, but let’s just say that it will be a fairly unique look at the scenes in our towns.  Yes, it will be funny, and yes, it will be embarrassing, but that’s what makes great press, right?

I think so too.


Refer to previous post.  Very important.

I’ll be back after COD 2 leaves  the building (unless, of course, Bet chops me up and throws me in the canal).


June 21st, 2008

Fourth of July weekend… You, me, us, everybody, get on over the the C.O.D. Issue 2 release extravaganza’s with the one and only Don McCloskey! If you haven’t heard him, you need to get your internet on and make sure you do, ’cause it doesn’t get much better than this!

We have three, count ‘em, three, nights of music and mayhem scheduled at three different spots, so there is no excuse not to come out and get that booty shakin’!

These burgers are crazy (with regards to the Moldy Peaches)

June 18th, 2008

A very good friend and cohort of mine works at Jimmy’s in Woods Hole.  This isn’t a very remarkable thing, unless you happen to know the friend in question, at which point it becomes pretty incredible.  He’s a hard working man, don’t get me wrong.  It’s just that the things he tends to work at aren’t alway the sort of things most people do.  It’s pretty tough to imagine him sweating away behind a grill and feeding the masses of tourists and locals that swarm the Hole every day.

Today I decided to brave the traffic on Woods Hole road and head in to see him for lunch.  Nothing makes a burger taste better than leisurely watching while one of your friends works their ass off, especially if it’s because they’re making you a meal.

Well, it turns out I was cheated the chance to mock him mercilessly from the counter, as he hadn’t yet made it to work.  That’s what I get for not calling ahead.  I’ve never been much for the three P’s (Proper Prior Planning), as evidenced by much of my life choices.  I did, however, get my first taste of what the locals call a Jimmy Burger.  These are the stuff of local legend, and in a land of fish, chowder, crabs and assorted other oceanic foodstuffs, it’s quite something for a boring ol’ beef patty to attain that status.

I can see why it has though.

Greasy and juicy in all the right ways, with a bun that was somehow damp and doughy yet maintaining it’s form, this thing was certainly a prizewinner.  My original intention of taking it back to the office to eat was abandoned as soon as my name was called, this wasn’t the sort of sandwich one should let sit for too long.  I sidled up to an old copy of Diver magazine (which is a story in and of itself) and ate that puppy right there.  Amazing.  Cheese melted and dripping (I have the stains on my shirt to prove it), ketchup discharging out the back like a metaphor I don’t want to make, it was pure poetry.  The kind of poetry that ruins t shirts, clogs arteries, makes vegan people cry, and inspires long rambling blog posts.  I once heard the cheeseburger heralded as the official food of the United States. At the time that made me feel somewhat sad (it’s better than a croissant though!  Who wants to be compared to a flaky buttery pastry?), but now I understand.  My head is full of patriotic thoughts and held high.

Okay, maybe not.

It WAS a great freaking burger tho.

Monday Mystery

June 16th, 2008

Happy Monday!

So I was wondering today how many people actually take the time to read this little bit of self - congratulatory keyboard oration.  I’m sure that somehow, somewhere there is a button I can press that will tell me exactly who and how and when people look at this, but, unfortunately, I cannot seem to find it.  That leaves me two options.  I can assume that there are thousands of you, and act accordingly, or I can ask each and every visitor here to take a second or two and send me an email.  All it has to say is “hello”, or “yo” or something.  I’m not looking for any sort of commitment, and you won’t wind up spammed or anything, I was just wondering.  About you.  Is that creepy?

Aweemowepaweemowep in the jungle the mighty jungle….

June 13th, 2008

Anybody out there?
Man, I think I hear an echo… Sorry to have just vanished like that, things have been pretty hectic these day. You know, making a newspaper and all. Who knew it was such hard work? These guys make it look so easy. I thought I could just blow in at nine, cruise the web, maybe drink some coffee, change the world, and be home by five for drinks and dinner.
Another illusion shattered!
So here we are, C.O.D. issue one is on the streets, the website is up and steamrolling ahead, and I don’t think I have had a chance to look up and breath in weeks. Ad sales, photo editing, email responding, story covering, distribution discerning, grey hair harvesting - the days are just packed! I’ve been working so much that my dog growls at me like I’m the mailman when I finally make it home (only to collapse into an emailing heap on the overstuffed corduroy couch).
I seem to recall my pops making some sort of wise arse comment about nothing being worth it if it comes too easy. It was usually followed by a speech about how much “character” I was or would soon be developing. Well, if he was right (and don’t you dare tell him this, but he usually was), you should get yourself out there right now (run, don’t walk!) and get those grubby mitts on a copy of C.O.D. issue one.
A diamond in the rough.
Have a great weekend, and happy Pop’s Day!


May 30th, 2008

Well, we did it.
C.O.D issue numero uno is in the can! And I don’t mean the one under my desk. Keep your eyes peeled, next Wednesday this thing will be everywhere!
On another note, tonight at Sweet Tomatoes in East Falmouth you can catch the sounds of Mr. Don McCloskey playing an early show from 7 - 9 pm. If you haven’t heard Big D before, I strongly urge you to head on over and check it out!

Have a great weekend, and drink one for me!

Memorial Day Weekend?!

May 27th, 2008

We made it! Another Memorial Day weekend passed by… and to think I only spent about 2 hours total in traffic! Pretty good!
I am just going to leave you with a little photo essay…