My Sick Mind

Of course you are. Today's photo jaunt takes us back to the great city of Philadelphia. I think you can click on the photo and see it in full-screen mode, but it doesn't always seem to work. My little walking tour starts at Logan Circle, where the sign points to The Franklin Institute science museum, which they have taken to calling "The Franklin," and I couldn't for the life of me tell you why. That's the big fountain in the center of Logan Circle. Usually, there are kids wading in it, but I caught it at an opportune moment. We're looking northeast toward City Hall. Below, we're looking across the Circle toward the Cathedral-Basilica of Sts. Peter and Paul , built in 1846 and the Sheraton Hotel, built much later. There were kids playing in the fountain at Love Park. Not peeing, I hope. A real urban landscape. Looking south on 15th Street. That Applebee's in the background used to be a fine restaurant called Bookbinder's. Like so many ...

The blank page. I used to stare at it when I was in college, wondering how I would fill it . At some point I'd venture to the local library and the words would flow faster than I could write them. Often I would finish a ten page paper in less than one evening. That's where I learned how to rearrange paragraphs and develop a thesis statement. Those were the days. That was before the blog. Now I can pepper this commentary with a catchy photograph, clever YouTube reference or just sit here until something comes to mind that makes it all flow together like the river of nonsense that it often is. It's easier now because I'm not being graded. This is more permanent, though. I find that the odd Google search still turns up junk I wrote two years ago, as though it was some sort of opinion-based time capsule. My college papers, while nicely thought out, were just that - papers. I couldn't express an opinion or say fuck as much as I'd like because those professors w...

The summer Olympics start later this week, I think. I’m wondering if the Olympics aren’t just as irrelevant as beauty pageants. After all, it isn’t like the athletes of the world never get together. Plus, the sham of the USA basketball team is so ridiculous that it has gone from “Dream Team” (remember them?) to just a bunch of guys. I find it difficult to summon up a lot of Olympic Pride for LeBron James and the other billionaires. So it turns out that Morgan Freeman’s car crash companion was his girlfriend and now that the cat’s out of the bag (so to speak) he’s admitted that he and his wife are divorcing. Ain’t that always the way? You’re out gallivanting with one of your wife’s friends and you flip your car over a few times. Let that be a lesson to you: If you’re gonna cheat, use public transportation. I got that Garmin nüvi thing in the mail yesterday. What an awesome little piece of technology this thing is. It comes pre-loaded with points of interest with everything from ATMs ...

Here in Philadelphia we have a catastrophe that eclipses anything that is going on with that guy named Brett Favre. We have an offensive lineman who has stayed away from training camp because he is depressed. It's funny (in a strange way) to hear commentators and read journalists grasp at straws trying to explain his illness and how it affects him and the team. It's funny because they really have no idea what they're talking about, which doesn't stop them from talking about it. Shawn Andrews would be better off in society's eyes if he was an alcoholic or battling drug abuse. As it is, he's battling something as severe yet not nearly as understood. Some people in the media think he is faking it in order to get out of the heat and stress of training camp. Others think maybe ... just maybe ... he really is depressed but by their tone you can tell that they have doubts and figure that there's just a little faking involved, mostly because they haven't a c...

Did you miss me? I didn't think so. If anyone thinks that the Green Bay Packers are genuine in their attempt to open up the quarterback job to competition now that professional pain in the ass Brett Favre has returned, they've got another think coming. The job is Favre's to lose and the farce (favrce) that this has become now drags itself into training camp while the media (spelled E-S-P-N) thinks that the world hangs on the goings-on with the Packers (Pack-of-losers). If I was starter/backup/starter/backup Aaron Rodgers, I'd walk out of camp the minute I saw Favre walk in. Then, I'd announce my retirement and ask the Packers to release me. If I didn't get a release, I'd write a letter to the Commissioner and ask for reinstatement. If he didn't reinstate me, I'd sue the league for unequal treatment. That way, I could prove that they made a special case out of Favre and don't always treat people equally. Hey, what good is making all that money i...