Life is happening! Jen's coming back! Puppy! Exploding marijuana operations! Port Townsend! Overuse of exclamation points!
Apparently the modus operandi for TBTL 2014 is ad proximum convivium and keep them on their toes. With Andrew in Los Angeles, Jen in the mystery Midwest, and Luke moving to the PT, that leaves Japan's number one mixer, Sean De Tore and I as the official TBTL Seattle representatives. I'm going to give myself the title of Executive VP of Holding It Down. I haven't discussed this with Sean, but I think he would make a fine Executive VP of Keeping It Real.
That dude keeps it as real as the streetZ. With a capitol Z.
Let's hang out Seattle Tens. I'll invite you to shows and you tweet me (@blentfryberg) if you're out on the town and need a karaoke buddy.
Song of the day Tribal Boys Trill Drugs
This is how we do it. It's Friday Night, and I feel all right.The party is here on the West side. So I reach for my 40, and I turn it up. The designated driver takes the keys to my Taurus. Hit the Scratch Deli because I'm faded. Honeys in the street say "Blently, yo we made it." It feels so good in my hood tonight. The wintertime skirts and the guys in the deli. All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by. You've got to get your groove on before you go get paid. So tip up your cup, throw your hands up, and let me hear you say, "I'm going to have a nice, relaxing weekend."
Those were lyrics from a Montell Jordan song, but it's hard to find an Associate Press photo of Montell Jordan, but it's easy to find AP photos of Michael Jordan so enjoy this photo of his hoop earring.
The link to the map in yesterday's post is fixed. Go check it out.
Song of the day This Is How We Do It Montell Jordan
Happy New Year's, jerks. Sorry I called you jerks. That was rude, but one my resolutions is to apologize more, and I figure if I'm just kind of a diaper bag half the time I'll get plenty of practice.
My other New Year's resolutions:
Shave with a Bowie knife... because I have to.
Convince someone else to perfect a lamb pho recipe
Sign an NBA contract
Put out that dumpster fire behind my apartment
Take over the entire Asian continent. In life, or a game of Risk
You couldn't power NYE with your own sense of self-satisfaction?
My final resolution is to finish that map I promised. Here is the newest iteration. It's still not done, but enjoy it. A lot of the cities aren't recognized by the map server I'm using. I'll have to manually add coordinates and I'm lazy so that will happen in small chunks over the next few weeks.
Keep in mind, this information is now on the internet. There is no password protecting this. If you are uncomfortable with any of your personal info on the internet, email me as soon as you can (email@example.com) with your first name, city and the info you want removed.
Song of the day Dark Horse Katy Perry and Juicy J
This is what Christmas in Dubai looks like.
This is probably the only post I'll do this week, so I wanted to say Merry Christmas to all you filthy animals. Thanks for reading, even if you're hate-reading just to make fun of my diction. If you don't celebrate Christmas, I hope the rest of your week is pleasant and whatever you're into is great this year. Unless you're really into eugenics, or the Patriots, or something.
Happy Holidays, bozos.
Song of the day The Language Drake
PS you should come watch Luke and me tell jokes at Scratch Deli on Capitol Hill, December 29th. My friends Wilfred Padua and Elicia Sanchez will also be telling jokes, and they are delightful. The headliner we have to keep a secret until the day of, but if you listen to the show, there is a good chance you know who he is. It's going to be a lot of fun.
The Good Fun Show
1718 12th Avenue
I don't know if you listened to Thursday's show yet, but I had a little bit of a weird out for a minute there. I'm a little embarrassed about some of the things I said. Nobody wants to hear me whine about my breakup. I'm not trying to be the Drake of podcasting. I'll pull back the TBTL curtain and tell you guys we recorded Thursday's show Wednesday night. It was the end of a long day for ol' BlentFryberg, and I was a cranky bear.
I've been doing a lot thinking lately about what it means to be successful. I was watching an old Lakers and Pistons game with some buds the other day, and every one on the court looked slow. Not sluggish, they were incredible athletes. The game just moved slower. Michael Jordan never looks slow when you watch old Bulls games. No one else on the court is moving like Jordan. He was fluid. It's like watching a mongoose run through a bamboo field.The whole NBA had to adjust. Jordan did what every rapper claims to do. He changed the game.
I used to think "changing the game" was the only way to be truly successful. To do one thing so well, that you leave a thumbprint on it. That's dumb, because because I can think of a lot of people I consider successful who didn't change the landscape of any major sports. Edgar Martinez, my Dad, the guy from Yakima who invited the bread bag twist tie, Sir Mix-a-lot, and Arj Barker are all successful people who didn't have to devote all their time and energy to one thing. They got to be good a lot of things instead of the best at one thing. They got to be humans. Have you ever seen an commercial with Michael Jordan? He comes off like a guy who changed the game so he could be kind of a jerk all the time and still do commercials. Respect Jordan, wouldn't want to hang out with Jordan. I'd rather be a person people want to hang out with.
Don't forget, no matter what today was like, tomorrow could be a good day.
I'm gonna go put that map together that I promised you last week.
email me firstname.lastname@example.org if you have any thoughts on what it means to be successful. Are you successful? If so, when did you know? If not, why not?
Song of the Day Drunk in Love by Beyonce (Beyonce changed the game with that surprise visual album.)