Speaking of never having eaten a s’more, I am reminded that I personally know two people who have never eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. One of these people identified two more persons who have never eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. None of these people come from countries where peanut butter doesn’t exist (I would never live in such a place). They are all Americans and somehow grew up without ever having eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I have never eaten a s’more. I have nothing against s’mores. In fact, I’m quite sure I’d like them.
I figure I’ve never eaten one, because we never made them at home, and nobody’s ever offered me one. I think they’re a Brownie/Girl Scout thing, no?
I must admit that never having eaten a s’more makes me feel a tad un-American. I’ll just have to cowboy up and get over it, or find a s’more and eat it.
What a swell idea, brought to you by Government Motors.
It’s a four passenger car, which contains a battery that weighs 375 pounds, and in order to compensate for the heavy weight of the battery, the vehicle’s construction makes use of carbon fiber material. (Carbon? WTF?), which is probably about as crashworthy as, say, cardboard. This automotive gem carries a list price of $41,000, before you begin to add doodads. Not to worry, though, as I’m pretty sure the taxpayers will subsidize some of the cost.
You plug the car in at home (it takes ten hours to charge), and that will take you approximately 40 miles. After that, an internal combustion engine kicks in (premium fuel required) and that feeds electricity to the electric motor, which actually propels the car, extending the car’s range to approximately 300 miles. It is contemplated that you’ll bring your Volt home most of the time and plug it in overnight. If you were to drive farther than 300 miles and did not return home for a plug-in, you would have to fill up again with premium gasoline to run the gas engine to generate electricity for the electric motor until you ultimately returned home for a ten-hour plug-in.
The good news is that the Volt will create lots of “green jobs,†such as in the coal mining industry, in order to mine the coal that will be necessary to generate all the electricity that will be used by legions of Volt owners who require their daily ten-hour plug in. It will also produce lots of jobs in Korea where the cells for the battery packs will be manufactured by a Korean company, although I’m not sure how “green†the process is for manufacturing those mondo batteries.
I cannot help but wonder if these cars will be brisk sellers in anyplace other than Berkeley.
I’m not a photography buff, but I believe that this may be among the earliest (if not the earliest) experimentation with color motion pictures (not the ones I recall seeing in which each image on the film was hand colored).
I found this fascinating, albeit a bit eerie, seeing these beautiful young girls in living color, full of life and at the same time knowing that, since the making of the film, each of them is now very dead. I often have the same thoughts looking at old photographic images, but this was particularly spooky to me.
I purposefully did not post a clip of the movie “Shaft,†(I thought it sorta stunk), because I would prefer that you to focus on the music without the distraction of a movie trailer.
Listen closely to the beginning, because it amounts to a Master Class on the use of a wah-wah pedal (they have various names these days) by a guitar player. Young guitar peeps staring at an array of fancy pedals would be well advised to pay attention to this song, because that’s how you work a pedal. Next, listen closely to the drummer who uses only hi-hat cymbals (i.e. the ones you play with your foot) to work with the guitar player, proving that sometimes less is more. Pure magic.
Then, pay attention to everything else that is going on instrumentally in the song. It is a farookin’ work of art. The song earned Isaac Hayes an Oscar for Best Original Song. Well deserved, I’d say. I just wish the guitar player and the drummer could have gotten their very own awards.
Speaking of never having eaten a s’more, I am reminded that I personally know two people who have never eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. One of these people identified two more persons who have never eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. None of these people come from countries where peanut butter doesn’t exist (I would never live in such a place). They are all Americans and somehow grew up without ever having eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
