My Sick Mind

Tiger Woods is in sex rehab. He's in some sort of facility that is supposed to "cure" him of his alleged addiction to sex. It's interesting on many levels, not the least of which is that one can say he is addicted to sex and get a pass on all that junk he did in the name of medical science or psychiatry. We gleefully sell drugs to give men a longer lasting erection to the point that we put the ads on when kids are watching TV, then have the nerve to call sex an addiction. The other thing that is interesting about Tiger's stint in the joint is that while he is in there he is to be celibate. No activity of any kind, with himself or others, while he is undergoing his treatment. I find it fascinating that we choose to treat one extreme condition with another. How does that teach moderation? I wonder what the recidivist rate is at this place? He is supposed to emerge a new man, free of all his womanizing ways. I suppose he'll come out with some "one day at ...

Sometimes I post something that I think is weak, and I can't wait until the next time I get a coherent thought so I can post something new and put the ugliness behind me. Other times, I post something that I figure I could die the next day and have it be the last thing I say and be happy with it. Such was the case Monday . Now, I find myself in the unenviable position of having to post something equally as interesting today. It ain't gonna happen. I got a Tweet from Paula Creamer . I know, big deal, but with 3,800 followers, to pick me out to thank "for being such a great fan" was pretty cool to read. She's so awesome, it's hard to explain. Big Daddy Graham posted a link to the rant I did about music a few days ago. Also pretty cool. A web site called Shine (from Yahoo) offers tips on " How not to be humiliated when dining alone " as though it is humiliating to be dining alone. Humiliated? Really. We are supposed to be offended somehow when we ar...

Today was Dr . Martin Luther King Day here in the United States. Perhaps the most unobserved observed holiday ever. There was no mail delivery, schools were closed and most banks were closed. Otherwise, most of us worked all day, which is pretty much the same as when it snows. As some of you remember, the holiday as it was originally proposed drew some harsh criticism from folks in those southern states where Dr. King was roundly criticised during his activism and still to this day is the subject of some hatred. Time wounds all heels. Some of us are old enough to remember signs that said "Negroes may buy here" and "Whites only" drinking fountains. What is lost on the youth of today (and some legislators) is that the country was a much different place a scant 40 years ago - some 2 scores in Lincoln's language. The interesting part of the Doctor King holiday is that some people are worked up over the fact that a man of color (Barack Obama) has been elected pre...

Recently, a friend asked me why I haven't written much about music. I'm always good for a rant, and music usually provides a spark. Lately however, the spark has fizzled. Why? Take a look at the artists who have the "Top Albums in the Region" as listed by the Inquirer today: Ke$ha, (yes, she spells her name with a dollar sign) Susan Boyle, Alicia Keys, Mary J. Blige, Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Alvin & the Chipmonks soundtrack (what year is this?), Black Eyed Peas, Rihanna and Justin Bleber. It reads like a list of TV contestants and gimmicky singers with more looks than talent. It seems like the industry is built around TV shows, and if you aren't a winner on American Idol or some other such program, you don't have a shot. I miss the days when I could go to a record store and listen to new music. Tower Records used to have a listening bar with headphones where new CDs would play. I loved the store on Broad & Chestnut. I'd always come home with ...