Tokyo Tommy Review
The production of Tommy that my brother Kevin is currently conducting in Tokyo, reviewed in The Japan Times.
The production of Tommy that my brother Kevin is currently conducting in Tokyo, reviewed in The Japan Times.
This stuff is just too amazing not to share. Here’s the artist’s homepage.
Thanks to Kenny for pointing it out.
Click on the map on the right. It is a visual display of where traffic to this web site originated during the month of February, 2006. Does anything jump out at you? I’m huge in Beijing and Bankok. And after the United States, the Phillipines sends more traffic to this site than any other country. Why?
I’d like to think it’s my thoughtful musings that attract such an international audience, but I suspect something more sinister. I’ve been a big fan of Movable Type, the software I use to manage this blog, for a few years now. And when I upgraded to the current version, I was particularly pleased with its built-in capability to recognize and divert junk comments. But recently, the junk has been slipping through, big time. I had the settings configured so that no comments went live until I approved them, so none of them ever got posted. But my time was still wasted in having to delete them by the dozens, day after day.
Here’s an example, “Your site is very nice 🙂 Respect to admin !”. In February, I had about 1300 such junk comments posted here.
What’s the point? Apparently it’s all about the return link to their own web sites that they can put in their comment, and the boosted Google rankings they will gain by widely spreading links to their site.
Well, as much as I enjoy the legitimate comments I do receive on my blog, I’ve got better things to do that clean-up the digital trash being left here from the other side of the world. So, for now anyway, I’ve disabled all comments in hopes they’ll go away, or a new upgrade of Movable Type can again give me the upper hand in this ridiculous battle against comment spam.
In his book The Courage of Their Convictions, author Peter Irons seeks to remove the “masks of the law” that covers the faces and the stories of individuals who have taken a stand on an issue and fought it all the way to the Supreme Court. The book examines sixteen different cases with two chapters devoted to each; the first chapter covering the history of the case, and another chapter in which the the individuals behind the case tell their own stories. The cases span five decades and cover four major issue areas; religion, race, protest and privacy.
Not all of the individuals in the book won at the Supreme Court. Some saw victory come to later cases that followed their own, and others have not. In Lilliam Gobitis v. Minersville School District, for example, the court’s ruling that the school district could compel a student to salute the flag was overturned just three years later. In other cases, such as those that relate to a woman’s right to choose, or against state sodomy laws, individual rights remain subject to the current makeup of the court, and national levels of tolerance in general.
I knew I would enjoy this book from the preface, in which the author shared a quote from the poet e.e. cummings’ poem, “i sing of Olaf glad and big“, in which Olaf the Conscientious Objector declares, “there is some shit I will not eat”. In the poem, Olaf dies in prison for his protest. His real-life counterparts are many. This book tells the story of just a few, who took a stand for their beliefs, often at great personal risks over the course of many years, because they likewise were served some shit they refused to eat. These often anonymous Americans have played an important part in defining and protecting the rights that characterize us as Americans. This book was an informative and enjoyable read that I’d recommend to anyone.
Damn… I didn’t win again! My turn must be coming soon.
Tonight my Casey searching took me to Genealogy.com’s Casey Family Genealogy Forum, looking to see if they offered a news feed so that I could pull entries into my Casey Surname DNA Project site.
The first entry caught my eye, initially because the word ‘Chicago’ was in the title, and my Caseys are from Chicago. It turned out to be an obituary reprinted from the Chicago Tribune last Sunday for my Great Uncle Joseph Casey.
Joseph T. Casey, beloved husband of the late Lucille Catherine, nee Dore; devoted father of Jo Anne (Joseph) Baratta and Christopher K. Casey; cherished grandfather of Brendan and Jason (Lisa) Baratta and Christopher K. Casey Jr.; proud great-grandfather of Michael and Adam Baratta; loving son of the late John A. and Myrtle, nee Ross, Casey; dear brother of Margaret J. Sheehan; fond uncle of many nieces and nephews. WWII Veteran, having served in the U.S. Army Air Corps from 1942 to 1945 in the South Pacific. Joseph retired from the Chicago Police Dept. in 1974 after 28 years of service in Traffic Area 2, then spent the next 12 years working at the Beverly Bank. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to American Parkinson Disease Assoc. Memorial Mass Saturday, Feb. 18, 2006, 10:30 a.m. at St. Christopher Church, 147th and Keeler, Midlothian. Hickey Memorial Chapel, 708-385-4478.
Published in the Chicago Tribune on 2/12/2006.
I don’t think I ever met Joe. If I did, it was as a very young child before any memory I have. My thoughts are with him and his family.
I love the Olympics, summer and winter both. I love the way they bring the world together in the spirit of friendly sports and competition. During the games, I can watch obscure sports that would otherwise not be able to grab my attention for a moment, and there will be little else on our TV for the remaining ten days of competition.
And that’s my dilemma. Watching others compete actively in such a wide variety of events at the Winter Olympics in Torino (Turin in English), has my ass in a chair. Take last Sunday for example. I was up early after a late Saturday night, taking pictures from the snowstorm. I shoveled snow, watched my daughter go sledding, went to the store, enjoyed two dips in the hot tub. But by about three o’clock, when the braodcast of the games began, I was in my recliner with a bowl of chili on my belly. And except for refills, I stayed in that chair until I went to bed ten hours later at one o’clock in the morning.
For now I’ll blame the snow and my recovery from two actual visits to the gym last week (a New Year’s Resolution which is not yet dead). Regardless, I’m not missing the irony that watching others perform amazing athletic feats is giving me reason to be more sedentary that usual.
“We can’t think of a president who has gone to the American people more often than George W. Bush has to ask them to forget about things like democracy, judicial process and the balance of powers — and just trust him. We also can’t think of a president who has deserved that trust less.”
The New York Times
February 12th, 2005
If you happen to have plans to be in Tokyo in March, be sure to add this to your calendar. From March 2nd through March 19th, you’ll want to be sure to catch the stage production of, Tommy, The Musical.
I’ve never seen the show yet myself, but that doesn’t prevent me from offering a rave review. How can I do that? Well, I know the conductor. Big brother Kevin (not Cousin Kevin!) will be the man behind the music, and I just know he will do The Who proud. Wish I could be there myself.
Wow, I’ve been tagged in a Four Things list! OK, I’m game, here goes…
Four jobs I’ve hadFour movies I can watch over and over
Four places I’ve lived
Four TV shows I love
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Four of my favorite dishes
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