Here’s a terrifying little story: Marketers (and, later, a scientist) have figured out the formula on when people stop having a sense of adventure, whether it’s about music, food or body-piercing.
Robert Sapolsky, a distinguished neuroscientist in his 40s, had a young assistant who played different music every day, from Sonic Youth to Minnie Pearl. That made Sapolsky crazy — and curious about why his aging ears still crave the music he loved in college. Is there a certain age when the typical American passes from the novelty stage to utter predictability?
Getting my iPod actually spurred me to break out of my comfortable nest of music that I listened to in college and willfully seek out new music and experiences. The realization that I was about to fill an iPod with music 5-15 years old was a chilling one, as though I should be buying myself a spot in an assisted living community.
Hmm, I guess this means I need to try sushi at some point.
Strange-but-true: My mother (who was born and lived much of her life in Memphis), was born on the day that Elvis Presley would later die. My mother-in-law was born on the day Elvis was born.
No idea what the significance is of that, but it’s my mom’s birthday today.
You were born on a Friday
under the astrological sign Leo.
Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/2/1946 and ending 1/21/1947.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Dog.
Celebrities who share your birthday:
Vanessa Carlton (1980)
Emily Robison (1972)
Timothy Hutton (1960)
Angela Bassett (1958)
Madonna (1958)
James Cameron (1954)
Kathie Lee Gifford (1953)
Lesley Ann Warren (1946)
Eydie Gorme (1932)
Robert Culp (1930)
Frank Gifford (1930)
Ann Blyth (1928)
Fess Parker (1925)
Charles Bukowski (1920)
Menachem Begin (1913)
Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 8.57729941291585 years old. (You old hound dog, you!)
OK, I’m in the process of setting up my computer, again, right now, and I’ve gotten my phone hooked back up. So here, as promised to Joel, is the video of his daughter Kate on the teacups at Disneyland, as shot by my Treo 650.
I don’t imagine these videos will be of a lot of interest to anyone but Kate’s parents and grandparents, but this one is kind of neat to watch because of the shadows. (The two-part It’s a Small World extravaganza will only be for the really serious home movie audience to watch.)
We also got the NBC pilot of “Kidnapped” from Netflix on the same DVD. It’s a season-long kidnapping investigation of the son of a rich New York couple.
This literally was unable to keep me awake, so maybe I missed the best parts of it during nodding off spells.
In a burst of self-confidence, NBC is releasing two of its pilots for the upcoming season on a single DVD, “Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip” and “Kidnapped.” This might suggest they think both are great, but they previously have released turkeys for free onto iTunes, so there’s no guarantee.
While I’m lukewarm on “Kidnapped” (more on that in a moment), “Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip” — one of two shows about Saturday Night Live this television season — is a winner.
(We rented the two shows on DVD from Netflix, although I’m told both are now floating around the Internet via BitTorrent and other mediums.)
I expected something much more reverential of SNL from an NBC show. Fortunately, Judd Hirsch’s meltdown before the opening credits even roll throws that out the window, attacking the fictional version of SNL, and television in general, for being too afraid of offending anyone and of putting commerce ahead of art (although acknowledging it’s always been a battle between the two).
The cast is good, with a lot of depth — there are recognizable solid actors who don’t have any lines in the pilot, but just appear in group shots — including an incredibly unpleasant Steven Weber, Amanda Peet playing a non-bimbo character (although her hot babeness is mentioned repeatedly by other characters), Tim(othy) Busfield, D.L. Hughley, Matthew Perry and Bradley Whitford.
A great cynical little show and one I definitely intend to TiVo this season.
