The Wildcard Zone

11th Jun 2013

I hope Uncle Bill is of Asiatic descent. (at JT Cyclery)

I call this one, “Rock or Something”. The US military keepin’ it simple for our MRE (Meal, Ready-to-Eat) heaters. When I was active duty and in an environment that MREs were being issued, I often referred to rocks as “rock or somethings”.

26th May 2013

…Part 2 of “Asking Siri ‘When do children start walking’”. Last time Adam was looking his shit over Siri’s inability to answer a simple—and seemingly more common—question about child development. A web search copout wasn’t even enjoyed. Adam unequivocally lost his shit. #ShitSiriSays

26th May 2013

Siri, really try to process this; what is the likelihood someone is going to ask a question about children and it’s going to be related to the stock market? You heard what I said, now try again…
#ShitSiriSays

25th May 2013

#Farmhouse #HardCider (at JT Cyclery)

25th May 2013

When Siri starts bringing her bullshit to the table unsolicited, it gets ugly fast. (at Union Club)

13th May 2013 | 4 notes

This could bring about a whole new level of dirty talk for the nerdy at heart. “I have over a terabyte of hot data for you to download.” #Nerds #sex #science Thanks to I Fucking Love Science over on Facebook for sharing the image!

10th May 2013

Have we as a society collectively decided to refer to donut shops as and restaurants now? Did I miss that in the latest issue of Diabetes Weekly? #doughnuts #diabetes #Armani

24th Apr 2013

21st Apr 2013

Is my car stereo insinuating I’m a playa based on my musical selection? I think it may be declaring this of itself. #Volkswagen is with it. (at Montana mountains)

19th Apr 2013

Bud Herseth, World’s Greatest Orchestral Trumpet Player Dies

Adolph “Bud” Herseth, 25 July 1921 - 13 April 2013.

We can’t thank you enough.

The greatest orchestral trumpet player this world may ever know.

Bud was the principal trumpet of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra from 1948 until 2001. Quite simply Bud set new standards all the way up until retirement.

Bud lead me to know one of the greatest continual joys I experience in life.

Bud taught me how to find such great joy and enthusiasm in such simple music.

When Bud played, music took on new life and became three-dimensional; one man’s passion through the medium of a simple instrument of brass.

No one could play with such great power as Bud could; such volume and endurance to take some music to new exciting and emotional powerful levels yet known before.

No one could play with such subtlety as Bud could; such detail and thought for every note—many of which few realized their true impact on what they heard.

Bud set a standard than that even the best today cannot replicate from one moment to the next, much less day after day.

Bud is the Newton, da Vinci, Michelangelo, or Galileo of the orchestra.

Bud was a force that extended beyond music; his intellect, leadership, charm, humor and character singularly embody more than many with ever know.

We each are a flame that inevitably flickers until it goes out never to be seen again. Even though we all knew this day would come for Bud, in a way, his flame only has flickered and will never go completely out. We all have his many recordings that are at our fingertips to embody what we loved most about him. It is up to each of us that loved this man for whatever reason to keep his flame lit.

Richard Strauss’ An Alpine Symphony played here by Bud in 1992. http://youtu.be/QtKNn3BV8MU Emotionally fitting. His Mahler 9^th Symphony with Giulini in 1976 is also an excellent reflection for this day.

I had handled all this in stoic remembrance until his first note—then it was as if I was reliving those moments at my grandfather’s side right after his death just more than nine years ago (whom was just shy of being nine months Bud’s senior). I’m just glad to hear he died peacefully yesterday with his wife Avis at his side. One couldn’t ask for more…