Welcome to the ’80s

I am in the midst of a dilemma.

One of my friends recommended a CD to me.  Generally, he has pretty good taste in music, so that’s not the problem.  The problem is that the CD in question is Let It Be by The Replacements.


You’re probably wondering why that is the cause of a dilemma.  The thing is this.  Up until today, when I added this particular album to my iTunes library, I had over 150 albums and 2,000 songs, which could be arranged chronologically (admittedly, with some selective endpoints) in this manner.

1960 – 1969 – 5 albums

1970 – 1979 – 10 albums

1980 – 1988 – 0 albums, 0 songs

1989 – 1999 – 61 albums (can you guess when I started getting into music?)

2000 – present – 65 albums

That’s right, I had zero songs from albums released after 1979 (Pink Floyd – The Wall and Neil Young – Rust Never Sleeps) and before 1989 (Nirvana – Bleach, The Cure – Disintegration, and Nine Inch Nails – Pretty Hate Machine).  I had always kind of thought of this as an interesting quirk of my music collection, but I had never gone out of my way to preserve it.  But now that I’m faced with ruining that perfect gap in my collection (Let It Be was released in 1984), I find myself a little reluctant to do so.

I won’t fight it though, it was bound to happen sooner or later.  Who knows? Maybe this will be the start of a string of albums from the ’80s for me.  Any thoughts on what I am missing out on from that decade?

Arbitration and Contract Trivia

Yesterday was the deadline to offer contracts to arbitration-eligible players.  The Twins offered contracts to everyone on the roster who fit that description.  That’s not as impressive as it sounds, because it means only  Jason Kubel and Matt Guerrier were offered contracts.  No word on whether Bill Smith called Liriano’s agent to gently remind him that his client didn’t quite qualify for arbitration yet, but he was that close.

Anyway, due to a clerical error (my own), I was under the impression that Scott Baker would be eligible this off-season.  He’s not, but I got sucked into messing about over at Cot’s Contracts, looking at all the incentives and options and such that go into big league contracts.  That led to a strange discovery I have decided I will now share with you in the form of a trivia question.

Can you name the two players currently on the Twins payroll with bonuses in place for winning a Silver Slugger award? (my answer is according to Cot’s Contracts, but no peeking!)

Teller of Terrible Tales

This one is about stories.  It started as a weird reversal of my own story-telling style, but then veered off in this direction.  So I’m not quite sure what to make of it, I’m not even sure if it’s complete right now, I may have to revisit this.

Teller of Terrible Tales (@ Scrawlers)

She’s wearing this hooded thing, almost a wrap. With a little more daring it could be a superhero-length cape waving nobly in the breeze. Instead it’s a short red cloak with a drawstring tied under her chin.

There was something odd in the way the string was tied. It was tangled in an intricate knot that would require hours to correctly navigate the twists and turns necessary to recreate the same snarl.

She made some excuse (sick grandmother) when I offered my company. I’m not her type; turns out she goes for the big, bad boy types.


Commute (@ Scrawlers)

37 steps; left turn; 29 steps; catch the bus.

Outside my oversized window they are there again, sitting together, holding hands on a bench. Faces turned toward each other, smiling as they wait.

37 steps; left turn; 29 steps; catch the bus.

She’s alone today, this is not uncommon. Unusual is her hands fluttering at her eyes even as she defiantly tries to restrain them in her lap. Down the block he’s walking away, head down, long strides, with his fists shoved into his pockets.

37 steps; left turn; 29 steps; catch the bus.

The bench waits, empty.


Fame (@ Scrawlers)

I could have stayed home, napped in the sun all day, cuddled next to you for warmth at night, but with this voice, fame chose me. Plus, nocturnal vocal exercises never go over well. People would say I’ve been in the business for 5 years. While it may not sound impressive, for me it feels like 35. That’s a long, distinguished career.

You’ve probably seen my work. Pick any romantic comedy; the guy finds himself in a compromising position in the girl’s house, and chucks the incriminating evidence out the window. That’s my cue: