The new, and the old. First one, of course, is the young Dr. Spock. The second is the old Bob Dylan. Saw the new Star Trek last weekend, and it was very good. To my surprise, they honored the original characters, and the young actors tipped their hats to the old guys. The obviously better CGI-enhanced special effects were excellent, and didn't overwhelm the story. A good deal of humor as well. I've been listening to boots of recent Dylan concerts. Bob has a crack band these days - loose, but very good, and his is excentric as ever. Does many of the same songs, show to show, but always a slightly different approach. His voice sounds like gravel in a blender, most of the time, these days, but then he is the aging bluesman, isn't he?

Havein trouble coming up with new pics for the ol blog again -story of my pathetic life. Nothing really to say today, except tired of all the wrangling about nonsense. On the Today show, which I am pathetic enough to watch while getting ready for work, they spent 15 minutes gabbing about and interviewing a 10 year old boy who fell on his bike, and somehow managed to impail himself on the brake lever. All you have to do to get on national TV these days, and be interviewed by Matt Lauer, is to be a stupid jackass. Lauer didn't spend much longer with Pres. Obama. Oh well.
These talk shows are nothing but fluff these days-all gossip, and endless plugs for their networks' other shows - gets very tiresome. My wife likes the HGTV home improvement/decorating shows, but after about an hour of that, I'm ready to impale myself on anything at hand. An observation; just because your a gay male doesn't mean you have good taste in decorating - HGTV is proof positive.

I obviously have a talent for juxtaposing things that are totally unrelated, although nothing in this world is totally unrelated, is it? Everything is part of a continuum, although probably not pre-determined. The Stones were my band, in the late 60's; gritty, tough-sounding lads from London, who sneered at the post-war world. The guy in the other picture was also gritty and tough, but also totally insane, bitter, and ruthless. In no way do I hold him up as a model of anything good, other than style. Therein comes the lesson of the day; beware of those who put style over substance, as in most the "modern" pop music.