I never knew what this song was called. They always used it as bumpers during the late innings of Cardinals games, and I thought it was groovy. Except I never knew who did it, or what it was called.
(*cue "as seen on TV" announcer voice*)
"Until now...!!!!!!"
OK, it's not like the iPhone needs any free advertising. But I got my iPhone less than two weeks ago and... well, this sounds dramatic, but it literally has changed my life already.
I used Shazam to figure out that the Bar-Kays sang that song.
(The best part is the canned party sounds in the background... I always imagined that the song would be used to soundtrack a 60s beach movie. For some reason those horns are, to me, the aural equivalent of running through the sprinkler. They ripple while they're employed, then dissapear, then make two or three more passes. I want to keep getting wet.)
I have also, in a span of 10 days:
1) Upped my tweeting for work ten-fold. (Our work account, which I started and is finally starting to catch on, is @EDNSports. The kids love us!) 2) Done lots of photo tweets. (Well, not lots, but more than before.) 3) Set up the NHL Gamecenter app to make a loud goal-horn noise whenever the Red Wings do anything. This, obviously, was very important. 4) Used the Maps feature to find my way to Hume, Illinois. Apparently the high school there does not exist on any other GPS-enabled divice. But the iPhone... it KNOWS! (Just for fun, this was my route. Now imagine taking that route — especially the 25-mile jaunt from Tuscola to Hume, which is a two-lane highway — in four inches of snow. I still filed my story afterwards though. NBD.) 5) Sent an email from a mobile device. Another first for me. 6) Had a FaceTime chat. 7) Tried to figure out how to properly use Instagram (Tony's post was very time-appropriate for me.)
So as you can see, getting the iPhone has been a very formative experience in my young life.
I realize that this is a very sad thing to say about how much our culture uses technology as a crutch.
But you know what? It's awesome. If I can be in the middle of nowhere in Illinois in a tiny school gym that is literally adjacent to a pig smokehouse yet still receive up-to-the-second updates on the Red Wings/Dallas Stars hockey game, I won't complain.
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A Kansas man sued the Royals earlier this month, alleging that just such a flying sausage struck his left eye, detaching his retina and causing cataracts.
James Summerlott, 27, was hunting pigeons in the backyard of his home on Pembroke-Oak Grove Road around 3:30 p.m. Monday when he noticed an unfamiliar vehicle in his driveway, he told the Kentucky New Era in a phone interview.
Summerlott went inside, carrying his shotgun, and saw his TV lying on the floor. He had left the front door unlocked. A man walked out of his bedroom, and Summerlott held him at gunpoint while Summerlott called 911, said Chris Miller, spokesman for the Christian County Sheriff’s Department.
“He seemed a little frightened, I’ll be honest with you,” Summerlott told the New Era. “I would be too.”
Also from the Times, an old piece from David Foster Wallace on Roger Federer. The interesting thing about the piece is that he goes on all these tangents within the article (that's ostensibly a feature on Federer), most of which only loosely concern Federer, but he somehow manages to make them seem relevant. Plus, the footnotes (which is something for which his work has been criticized) are actually a plus for something like this.
(The Wallace piece was from their monthly Play sports magazine...kind of like their better version of Sports Illustrated after SI went down the tubes. Anyone know if they're still publishing it?)