Porsche just announced that it will be returning to the legendary Le Mans 24 hour race in 2014 after a 16 year hiatus from the LMP1 category. This monuments announcement comes as breaking news to auto enthusiasts around the world because as you may not know, Porsche holds the record for most wins at Le Mans. Not Ferrari, not even the recent Goliath Audi who have nine and ten respectively. Porsche has sixteen.
Sixteen wins at Le Mans... no other car maker has come close and given Audi's recent domination, Porsche joining the party will make for some amazing racing come 2014. Hopefully by then we will see Toyota return as well, which will mean a huge field, loads of competition and of course, great racing. As one of the few fans of European motorsports here in America, it brings me great joy to hear that the races are getting better and better even as Nascar gets worse and worse here in the states.
Good Luck to Porsche, I hope you boys give Audi a run for their money- especially since you're both under the same corporate umbrella...
There isn't any other choice for a Beatles song today other than Drive My Car, so here you go...
"Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said baby, can't you see
I wanna be famous, a star on the screen
But you can do something in between
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I'm gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I'll love you"
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
I had a dream!
What a strange night...
My dreams were all over the place, but one in particular sticks out above the rest. This dream was unlike any I have ever had before, and unlike almost any experience in my real life. How it ended up in my dreams is a question for philosophers and scientists, though I doubt it could ever be answered.
I began walking through a snowy village and approached a cottage. Within the cottage was a bustle of activity, people everywhere and lots going on. The cottage was enormous on the inside. There were open-roof sections that exposed the cold, winter sky and there were cafes and restaurants too. The central tenant of this cottage was an enormous bobsleigh run that somehow snaked around the entire complex yet ended within the complex.
Here is where things get strange. I noticed a group of Olympians jumping onto their Luge sleds and decide now is the time to jump on my own sled with them. This is not your average Luge, because instead of everyone doing timed runs and the fastest wins, this is a straight-up race. There are 6 or so racers on the bobsleigh run all at once, and I am dodging and weaving between them. I seem for a while to drop back to the end of the pack, but then slowly I move my way up near the top. I pass the final few racers and realize I am either first, or the first place contender is so far ahead I cannot catch him. I finish the race and somehow immediately jump to my feet after coming to a stop in only seconds. The judges tell me I have won the Silver Metal. I am an Olympic Silver Metalist.
"When I wake up early in the morning,
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream
Please don't wake me, no
don't shake me
Leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping"
My dreams were all over the place, but one in particular sticks out above the rest. This dream was unlike any I have ever had before, and unlike almost any experience in my real life. How it ended up in my dreams is a question for philosophers and scientists, though I doubt it could ever be answered.
I began walking through a snowy village and approached a cottage. Within the cottage was a bustle of activity, people everywhere and lots going on. The cottage was enormous on the inside. There were open-roof sections that exposed the cold, winter sky and there were cafes and restaurants too. The central tenant of this cottage was an enormous bobsleigh run that somehow snaked around the entire complex yet ended within the complex.
Here is where things get strange. I noticed a group of Olympians jumping onto their Luge sleds and decide now is the time to jump on my own sled with them. This is not your average Luge, because instead of everyone doing timed runs and the fastest wins, this is a straight-up race. There are 6 or so racers on the bobsleigh run all at once, and I am dodging and weaving between them. I seem for a while to drop back to the end of the pack, but then slowly I move my way up near the top. I pass the final few racers and realize I am either first, or the first place contender is so far ahead I cannot catch him. I finish the race and somehow immediately jump to my feet after coming to a stop in only seconds. The judges tell me I have won the Silver Metal. I am an Olympic Silver Metalist.
"When I wake up early in the morning,
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream
Please don't wake me, no
don't shake me
Leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping"
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Megabusted
Well... I'm stuck... On a bus... In the middle of what I presume is New Jersey. Megabus, a company known for its reasonable prices, on-time service and free on-bus WiFi has sent out a bus with me on board that has broken down after only about an hour on the road.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Bumbling down the highway at 60 miles an hour, the bus slowly begins losing speed. Slowing down in a car is an unmistakeable feeling. All of the passengers began nervously looking around as we drifted onto the hard shoulder and drifted to a stop.
The driver comes on the intercom... "I'm sorry, but the bus has broken down. We're gonna send another bus... or a mechanic" and that is all we hear. His broken and crackly voice has a defined note of defeat to it, and the whole bus feels his defeat.
Stuck on a bus in the middle of nowhere with nothing more than a worried message from a man whose job in life is a drive buses. I am bursting with confidence right now... Luckily the bus Wifi somehow still works, and despite the fact that the bus is supposedly broken down, the driver still manages to turn on the engine for 10-15 minute bursts. The bursts of engine use allow the AC to work, which is fantastic because without it, you're sitting in a sealed room full of portable heating units, some might refer to them as Human Beings.
I think that for today's Beatles song I want a song that conveys the complete loss of hope I am feeling right now, stuck in an uncomfortable Bus seat that I purchased for seventeen dollars. The AC is off again, more hopelessness. June 14th, 1965: a young Paul McCartney sits at a stool in studio #2 at Abbey Road, draped over his shoulder is a guitar and in his hand a cigarette. He takes a long drag and then puts the cigarette out. He begins strumming out a tune that had been with him for weeks, searching for lyrics to fit it, and is now known all around the world. He begins to sing...
"Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday."
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Bumbling down the highway at 60 miles an hour, the bus slowly begins losing speed. Slowing down in a car is an unmistakeable feeling. All of the passengers began nervously looking around as we drifted onto the hard shoulder and drifted to a stop.
The driver comes on the intercom... "I'm sorry, but the bus has broken down. We're gonna send another bus... or a mechanic" and that is all we hear. His broken and crackly voice has a defined note of defeat to it, and the whole bus feels his defeat.
Stuck on a bus in the middle of nowhere with nothing more than a worried message from a man whose job in life is a drive buses. I am bursting with confidence right now... Luckily the bus Wifi somehow still works, and despite the fact that the bus is supposedly broken down, the driver still manages to turn on the engine for 10-15 minute bursts. The bursts of engine use allow the AC to work, which is fantastic because without it, you're sitting in a sealed room full of portable heating units, some might refer to them as Human Beings.
I think that for today's Beatles song I want a song that conveys the complete loss of hope I am feeling right now, stuck in an uncomfortable Bus seat that I purchased for seventeen dollars. The AC is off again, more hopelessness. June 14th, 1965: a young Paul McCartney sits at a stool in studio #2 at Abbey Road, draped over his shoulder is a guitar and in his hand a cigarette. He takes a long drag and then puts the cigarette out. He begins strumming out a tune that had been with him for weeks, searching for lyrics to fit it, and is now known all around the world. He begins to sing...
"Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday."
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Mad Men
Work at the ad agency began this week and- I can't believe I am using this cliche- it has been an experience beyond my wildest dreams! It is only the end of my third day at work and already I am writing commercial scripts, attending client meetings and brainstorming sessions. I'd like to believe most interns (including some at this very agency) do not get to do as much cool stuff in their first week.
Mr. Youth is exactly how you would picture a young and hip advertising agency to be, complete with a carefree yet hardworking environment, the nicest co-workers anyone could ask for and an office that encourages openness, creativity and expression. When I began at the agency my primary concern was that I would not get along with my fellow interns or fit in with the mentality of the agency. Then I met the interns, and I met the people I would be working closely with and I was pleasantly surprised. The interns are cool, kind and intelligent people who share my interests, share a passion to succeed and are genuinely good people to spend time with. My co-workers are brilliant, hard-working and extremely encouraging.
My second day (my first real day) of work I attended a creative brief and ended up volunteering to write a script for a major company. At the end of second real day I had spent the day meeting about ranch dressing, joking with my fellow interns and the creative staff, and re-writing and editing my script over and over. The experience thus far has been extremely fun and extremely rewarding and I can only hope the rest of the summer goes this well.
For The Beatles today I thought I would choose one of the Beatles old 'Barn Burners' as John called them, to reflect the excitement I have felt since starting work at Mr. Youth. The lyrics don't really reflect any feelings I am having, but the mood of the song perfectly encapsulates how amazing I feel after completing each day so far. To understand what I mean you really should listen to the song... it really is a fun one.
"Ah kansas city
Going to get my baby back home
I'm going to kansas city
Going to get my baby back home
Well its a long long time too
My baby's been gone"
Mr. Youth is exactly how you would picture a young and hip advertising agency to be, complete with a carefree yet hardworking environment, the nicest co-workers anyone could ask for and an office that encourages openness, creativity and expression. When I began at the agency my primary concern was that I would not get along with my fellow interns or fit in with the mentality of the agency. Then I met the interns, and I met the people I would be working closely with and I was pleasantly surprised. The interns are cool, kind and intelligent people who share my interests, share a passion to succeed and are genuinely good people to spend time with. My co-workers are brilliant, hard-working and extremely encouraging.
My second day (my first real day) of work I attended a creative brief and ended up volunteering to write a script for a major company. At the end of second real day I had spent the day meeting about ranch dressing, joking with my fellow interns and the creative staff, and re-writing and editing my script over and over. The experience thus far has been extremely fun and extremely rewarding and I can only hope the rest of the summer goes this well.
For The Beatles today I thought I would choose one of the Beatles old 'Barn Burners' as John called them, to reflect the excitement I have felt since starting work at Mr. Youth. The lyrics don't really reflect any feelings I am having, but the mood of the song perfectly encapsulates how amazing I feel after completing each day so far. To understand what I mean you really should listen to the song... it really is a fun one.
"Ah kansas city
Going to get my baby back home
I'm going to kansas city
Going to get my baby back home
Well its a long long time too
My baby's been gone"
Friday, June 3, 2011
New York Thoughts: Part 1
Well I've been in the city for two full days so far and yesterday, while walking through High Line Park- a park built on former railroad tracks that is elevated two stories above Chelsea and the West Village- I decided to sit down and write some thoughts I was having about the city and about life in general. So here they are:
I put on my headphones and disappear into the city: New York becomes the greatest music video ever made
Every view and every moment is too good to miss.
It's easy to see why New York makes everyone become an amateur photographer.
Elevated gardens above the trees, where else would you find this?
I look around at the never ending hipsters and the sight of them is enough to make me proud to be a Midwesterner.
It is easy to see why so many people fall in love in New York City. I look around at the women and you can tell that love at first sight could be a reality.
Women here carry themselves differently than anywhere else; they own the city, men are just the patrons.
The turbulence of a city wind is a most welcomed friend on a blistering summer day.
Those are all my New York thoughts for now, more to come.
Beatles today? I was walking through the city and the song 'This Boy' which was released in 1963 as the B-Side to the far more famous 'I Want To Hold Your Hand' came up on shuffle. I decided then and there for no particular reason that I would put some of the lyrics in my next blog post. It certainly is not the greatest Beatles song, but it is catchy, fun and has a great lead vocal by John. Listen to it sometime and enjoy...
"That boy took my love away
Oh, he'll regret it some day
But this boy wants you back again
That boy isn't good for you
Though he may want you too
This boy wants you back again"
I put on my headphones and disappear into the city: New York becomes the greatest music video ever made
Every view and every moment is too good to miss.
It's easy to see why New York makes everyone become an amateur photographer.
Elevated gardens above the trees, where else would you find this?
I look around at the never ending hipsters and the sight of them is enough to make me proud to be a Midwesterner.
It is easy to see why so many people fall in love in New York City. I look around at the women and you can tell that love at first sight could be a reality.
Women here carry themselves differently than anywhere else; they own the city, men are just the patrons.
The turbulence of a city wind is a most welcomed friend on a blistering summer day.
Those are all my New York thoughts for now, more to come.
Beatles today? I was walking through the city and the song 'This Boy' which was released in 1963 as the B-Side to the far more famous 'I Want To Hold Your Hand' came up on shuffle. I decided then and there for no particular reason that I would put some of the lyrics in my next blog post. It certainly is not the greatest Beatles song, but it is catchy, fun and has a great lead vocal by John. Listen to it sometime and enjoy...
"That boy took my love away
Oh, he'll regret it some day
But this boy wants you back again
That boy isn't good for you
Though he may want you too
This boy wants you back again"
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