Reading Frank Sinatra had a cold

Frank Sinatra Has a Cold is some of the finest writing I have ever read.
The sheer detail is a little beyond extraordinary.

As I type-type-type a way I am listening to  the smooth voiced Sinatra. Sure he is dead but his legendary status continues. Yes, through his beautiful voice and not through his actions.

The author wrote for Esquire. What is his name?
Gay Talese
As a journalist it is important to read this brilliant piece of Journalism.
Frank Sinatra has a cold. Is some of the most vivid, vivacious and otherwise clearly written story in a magazine.
Great, now I need to tell you a small synopsis.
Not even a synopsis but kind of ground work of what Frank Sinatra has a cold is about.
It is clear that Talese seemed to have gone everywhere that Frank Sinatra went. From bars to exclusive clubs and beyond. To smoky and crowded filled private clubs to house couches.
We the readers are put on to a journey as if we are right next to the Il Padrone. Il Padrone references Sinatra in the article.-according to Esquire's Gay Talese
  He is one of the most famous voices of all time. He is timeless.
Therefore, Talese had to have spent years gathering the research. If not years than months. Explicit detail is what Talese teases us with. He doesn't even tease he just lays everything down for the reader.

Frank Sinatra has a cold starts with one night when  Talese sees him in a bar. Two beautiful and majestic blonde women grace his presence. But it is this New Journalism as they call it, this very succinct prose, this descriptive verbiage that make this read memorable. As a writer for Esquire I am sure Talese was told to write stylistically. And this was in April of 1966- according to Esquire's Gay Talese
  This is just an incredible writing because we can smell the smoke. We can see Nancy Sinatra. We can hear his music as he preformed it on CBS. We can see his memories and share with Sinatra. You can learn a whole wonderful history about Il Padrone by reading this. Visualizing any of these details is visually stimulating. There's a great part where Talese talks about who was at this private club. A fat woman. Prize fighters and many more very highfalutin people. High class caliber people. People that are movie stars and are very bourgeoisie. Sinatra's inner circle as Talese mentioned was insane. I could only guess that the beautiful actress Ava Gardner, with her glossy black hair would have been included. Hell I don't really know about anyone of that time. Maybe Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr, Dean Martin and a couple others. Don Rickles is also mentioned in the story. Sinatra has amazing quotes. If his voice isn't magnetic and all together masterful his quotes sure are. He talks with conviction even whilst being quoted. Oh and to give a name to the place. It was called Jilly's Saloon-according to Esquire's Gay Talese
 When he's mad he's damn mad. Or when he likes confrontation he's out for confrontation. For example when at a club Sinatra is eyeing this kid in a suede sweater. I don't remember the color. I just remember that this kid looks like he doesn't belong in this private club. That he shouldn't have stepped foot in there with Sinatra watch-dogging the joint. So then Sinatra makes it apparent and says something like what kinda boots ya got there. The kid doesn't say anything and now Sinatra asks what the hell the boots are made outta of.
Maybe not that but where are they made at? Yeah that's it.
Hiliarity ensues. Deep hilarity ensues. After a little bit of silence Sinatra accosts the man for dressing the way he does. (Paraphrased from Esquire's Gay Talese)

.I don't like the way you're dressed," Sinatra said.

"Hate to shake you up," Ellison said, "but I dress to suit myself."

Now there was some rumbling in the room, and somebody said, "Com'on, Harlan, let's get out of here," and Leo Durocher made his pool shot and said, "Yeah, com'on."

But Ellison stood his ground.

Sinatra said, "What do you do?"

"I'm a plumber," Ellison said.

"No, no, he's not," another young man quickly yelled from across the table. "He wrote The Oscar."

"Oh, yeah," Sinatra said, "well I've seen it, and it's a piece of crap."

"That's strange," Ellison said, "because they haven't even released it yet."

"Well, I've seen it," Sinatra repeated, "and it's a piece of crap."-according to Esquire's Gay Talese

I can just imagine being in the room. Not a fly on the wall. Actually being there and watching the legendary well dressed Sinatra say what he said. Boy! I just picture the power in his voice. The writer wasn't scared. But if that was me I would have left to. You don't piss off a legend. You don't piss off Sinatra.

These were just small pieces in the story I loved. I mean there is so much more to comb over. There isn't enough time. That's my overall take of the story. The ending is very powerful and to me an embodiment of what Sinatra represented and was. You have to do yourself a favor and read the damn story. Talese is an incredible writer. He displays it with Frank Sinatra Has a Cold.

Please follow the below link if you want to learn what Frank Sinatra was. How he lived and more importantly how timeless his music was. This wasn't just about his music but who was Sinatra as a person?
Who was the genuine Sinatra?
I implore you to read this brilliantly, stupendously, written Esquire profile piece.



http://www.esquire.com/features/ESQ1003-OCT_SINATRA_rev_

Blue Dahlia has returned

Yes, a lot happened with what I thought was a year.

It turned out it was two years away from Diablo 3. If you don't remember or I need to catch you up I am down to do so.

Basically, in a very easy nut shell what happened was my Diablo 3 account got hacked and my WOW account also suffered the same fate. A fate that would not destroy my want and need to play both games.

Well last year when this happened I got an authenticator for safety measures. With the authenticator attached I felt just that more goddamn safe.  Therefore, I thought all was well and Blizzard would take the measures to make my account really bad ass again from the evil hackers. Normally, I don't promote hacking but I find it highly intriguing. With this in mind I was super goddamn pissed when my account got hacked to pieces.

Would you not be? I mean sure Diablo 3 had a shaky-ass release.

1) Constantly Online

2) The bull-shit DRM

3) The drops were utter shit.

What happened with this tale?

Well, I'll tell ya. I had a support ticket either for years or not. Basically, I had no idea but two years had gone by. Still I longed for the reach of Diablo 3. I would say touch but that sounds like some horrible harlequin romance novel. Anyway, I wanted and yearned to play Diablo 3. My friends kept saying that it had gotten better. That loot 2.0 was in bound and would change Diablo 3 for the better. Also, what was happening now was Reaper of Souls was on the horizon.

Would it be a good horizon for Blizzard. After horribly mucking up Diablo 3 at release. Sure it is way old news but the story grows on and gets better.

Blizzard yesterday unfroze my account. Sure they needed my driver's license. But they unfroze my WoW account which got hacked God knows how long. For Fuck's sake this almost seemed worse than Duke Nukem Forever and the legend attached to it. That DNF would be vapor ware with the thirteen year ear mark. So now that WOW account was unfrozen and Diablo 3 was finally playable. Thank you Jeebus!

Goddamn, two years when I think about it, nay, ponder it was to goddamn long to not have Diablo 3. Like I said Reaper of Souls is actually releasing in March sometime. Therefore, Blizzard must have figured out the community was getting very angry. Again, the launch was piss poor. I blame some of that on Activision. I don't like those guys. Blizzard seemed to rectify a dissmal drop system and try to make all the gingerbread diabloites and gingerbread diabloiettes happy. 

Loot 2.0 would be that small hope or prayer.

What I noticed when playing Diablo 3 the improved version :

1) Loots are tailored to the class. I play a bitching hunter she is capped lvl 60 and has 18 or 19 paragon points.

2) Paragon points were added to get ready for Reaper of Souls.

Paragon points dictate stats like base stats and are a reward for capping. There's no way to get above 60 aside from buying Reaper of Souls. So they are nice addition.

3) Cain's book was added and portals and scrolls were taking out. Though, now you just have to hit T to open the portal to town.

4) The drops were so good. I had lost two orange items when the account was hacked. A beautiful mask and I believe bracers. Fuck! Well with just 10 minutes of playing I was able to re-gear. I now hit for 80 K in expert.

5) Inferno was no longer a difficulty. The new difficulties are normal, hard ,expert, master and torment.

6) 50% experience points for the release of Reaper of Souls.

Goddamn, if I am not relieved about having both accounts unfrozen. Sure there was weight on my shoulders from it. Atlas I am not your friend as I have flung off that big-gigantic globe on my back and launched it in the sea.

Fuck you globe!

I am so friggin happy I can play once again. Yes, as I mentioned I am a hunter lvl 60 capped and am enjoying life. She is beautiful she adorns a gold breastplate. She has pink angel wings. Her feet resemble chicken feet but are emblazoned in gold. She has a bow that deals punishing damage of 1208 per hit. And her mask makes her look like an aggressive warthog. Her name is the Blue Dahlia and I love her so.

I am happy Blue is back.

Now it's time to fuck up demons and kill Diablo again and again. My fervor for Diablo 3 has returned. My vivacity for the whole game is with me.

-Andres

Too many damn shows all the time shows

Fuck!
It seems that I have an undying backlog.
Did you see what I did there?
Really, though I am wondering how to put a dent in this TV show backlog.
Could it just be I love a lot of shows.
I am guessing so.

I am currently watching: Game of Thrones season 2, GTO, Desperate Housewives season 6, The Walking Dead (ongoing)
It seems like when I watch all these shows a new one will pop up. What the hell?
Seriously, my intrigue is piqued with some of these new shows.

Interest piqued: House of Cards, Orange is the New Black, True Detective, Homeland( I am iffy about. It doesn't seem like my type of show). Plus, I need to finish the rest of Arrested Development the new season.

So I watch all of these shows whilst writing blogs and writing a book. Something has to be put on hiatus but I love to watch shows. I always have.
So I am going to try to make a dent in the never-ending backlog.
But isn't that the reason the backlog exists.
We basically gave it a name and tried to organize it. By that I mean you the reader and me the consumer.
:)
What would you do with your any back log?

The Nightmare at East Rutherford

February 2nd, 21:23

The SuperBowl was set the dust had settled.
I was in full Broncos gear. An old Rod Smith replica jersey and a 1998 Denver Bronco Super Bowl hat.
Hut-hut-hike Manning saw the football go over his head in to the end zone. Safety. 2 -0 Seattle Seahawks. This is not what we Denver fans had expected. 2 became 5.
What in the fuck Denver? This wasn't the same team that showed its teeth against the New England Patriots.
 "FUCK!" That's what I wanted to blurt out but there was kids around. I was saying son-of-a bitch and goddammit under my breath. My hat was off most of the game because my head was ashamed of what was happening. It was a goddamn nightmare.


Denver was down 22-0 at the half.
Could Manning engineer drives and win the Super Bowl?

No.
 The short answer is fucking no.
The offense was punished all night. Manning threw two interceptions.
It was hard to watch . Beyond it. Denver just fell apart. Seattle's hard hitting Richard Sherman and company obliterated the hope of the Denver faithful.
And for fuck's sake what were the fans watching?
This wasn't football. It was sheer dominance. It was a big wrestler fighting a puny one.
Denver could not sustain momentum through out the game. Decker wasn't targeted most of the night. Knowshown Moreno was hurt. Sherman was now hurt. It wasn't a battlefield. There was no give, only take from the Seahawks.

What in the fuck Denver?
 A prolific season doesn't mean shit if you don't win the SuperBowl. Statistics don't mean a can of fucking beans if you don't hoist the Lombardi.
It was now the late 4th quarter and Denver was on life support. The end would be near and Denver would be obliterated 43-8.

Questions always surface.
Why did the D fall apart?
Why didn't the fucking special teams tackle?
Why shitty play calling?
Denver lost as a team.
I say this with a heavy heart. It was a shit show.
No positives came out of this game but a deep sting Denver won't forget, a painful sting that will leave them thinking what if?
What if we had drives? What if we didn't fumble?

The one's that don't say what if hoist the Lombardi trophy.


Denver as it stands now has a lot of question to answer. Plus, it now proves once again the #1 defense can stop the #1 Offense as it always has.
Denver's Champ Bailey will probably retire. The Broncos probably will make the playoffs but not the SuperBowl.
The team will look different next year.

And yet through all this anger and high frustration.
I will still wear orange and blue. Real fans don't quit on their team. Elway has two SuperBowl rings. He has a lot of Super Bowl losses. Denver is a team of perseverance. They won't stop and will remember that sting, which won't go away until they hoist the shiny Lombardi trophy on their shoulders.

Tags: bad, denver broncos, frustration, superbowl

I always wanted a Yeti

I always wanted a Yeti. I have no idea why but the white coat of the ferocious beast would be great.
Of course, this isn't a real Yeti.
No, really it isn't a real Yeti.

It is a Yeti on Zoo World 2. Am I in no way endorsing Zoo World 2. I am just saying I want a Yeti.
Although, this Yeti I want isn't ferocious but cute.
Yep, he's blue and he's from the game Zoo World 2. In order to get him.
You must do this watch and earn business. So, I turn down the volume to none and watch the ads.
I will get this Yeti soon damnit.

What do you want? Not desire but what do you want.
What I want is a furry blue yeti from Zoo World 2. I just think he'd be outta place. And that's a okay with me.
He's a friggin Yeti for Christ's sake.
-V

It happened from a Facebook person

Her name was E-daz.
She posted a pretty racy photo on her page.

E-dazva decided to post the photo in looking for rudimentary compliments. She is an attractive girl.
This is where the problem comes from.
The post stated tell my boyfriend that he doesn't know what he's talking about.

So I wanted to PM her. Well instead of her it was her boyfriend.
I told her that her boyfriend was crazy for thinking she was fat.
Oh Facebook fucking drama.
Dumb shit!

----lo and behold her boyfriend is the one looking at the crazy message. He says I am her boyfriend.
Now this is where it could get bad. And it almost did but I told him about my girlfriend a long time ago.
I said she had a very similar situation. He seemed complacent to listen to my story.
Therefore, I told him I got really confused about the situation. Anyway he offered to be my friend on Facebook.
To him he honestly didn't care what I said about E-dazva. It just so happened he was marketing out her page when she wasn't there. Or he was marketing his band.
Either way he seemed more sane than E-daz.

He said to add him as a friend and I did.
Then the next day I wake up and go on Facebook. It is a routine. I have a message and she basically tells me I am a bastard for calling her boyfriend crazy. I was being honest with she has a good body and is attractive.
So her move was to block me.
It doesn't bother me at all she blocked me but it is an overreaction on her part. She can do whatever. Why not just delete me as a friend if you want to take it that far? No worries though people act irrationally all the time.
Shit happens!
I am moving on.
Facebook is not only a dangerous place but there is copious amounts of drama on there. That being said I will still use it. There are just people out there that get set off by little things.
_V

A new year and the beginning of 2014

So far it has been a great start to 2014. I am broke but I did buy those all-season tires I was supposed to buy.
I am broke but I am still lifting weights. :)
I am broke but my spirit is higher than ever.

When I last talked about inspiration I went into the morning. Except, the morning to me is not as inspirational as I'd like.
Let's face it . I fucking hate the mornings. If you the reader don't it is your own problem.
Mornings to me always blind me before I 'm ready to wake up . They make me say aw fuck it! The reason being I am a night owl. How many times must I say it before the gods' croak. How must I say it before the crickets chirp. Or before the frogs do their frog dance.
I fucking hate mornings. There I said it again and again.
Except, the last post I talked about the inspiration. Even babies need inspiration to inspire to become something greater,nay maybe a Polar Bear or a Red Panda. Those are cool!
Either way inspiration helps every artist, painter, writer and otherwise surveyor of art with ideas.
Ideas aren't just for the meek or the timid but for the brave and the strong. Fucking risk takers! BABY!
Yes, risk takers by and fucking large make our society great. Although, I have many qualms with society, risk taking is integral to every and all being. It doesn't matter what it is.
Yes, you there. Are you risk taking. No you don't have to pull the chute of the parachute. You don't have dive off that cliff with a purplish-orange bungee cord. Was that the right spelling of bungee? Shit, I don't remember. Inspiration should invigorate you. Invigoration is a neat word. Isn't it? I mean it does start with an I. Words that start with an I are pretty damn cool. Like that insult...idiot. That starts with an I. Anyway inspiration leads credence to why we do what we do.
A painter stares at a potato. He or she is inspired therefore, to kick-ass and sculpt the potato or just kinda finagle a potato sculpture. Sculpting and tiring away at this potato he/she gets an idea. Maybe the potato represents disdain for the Russian government. Automatically,  the thought with time and careful observation is the potato is now symbolistic for the plight that the Russians faced in the U.S.S.R. BadabooM! Baby! The sculpture has just had inspiration to sculpt that potatoe. Fuck yeah! The potatoe is now amazing symbolism hell yeah.
Oh Miley Ray, you and your catchy and professional written and inspiring songs. Inspirational songs that are not meaningless help write the words. A writer is somehow or another in a dimly lit and dingy dark room. He has written all he can handle. An unsteady hand that he owns starts shaking from all the writing. The inspiration for him came from an old Mozart tune. Not really a tune but a classico piece. Symphony number 47 in G? Does it exist? The fuck if I know. That clarity in the song makes the writer write faster and faster. He comes up with an alliterative allegorical alligator of ambiance.  He's truly inspired by that didy, not a diddy but a goddamn classical piece, by a prodigy!
No more inspiration for now. Realistically, you the reader need to go out there and get inspired. It can be as simple as a beautiful Arabic ballad or something as complex as a Beethoven classic piece. You decide. That's it you inspire other and others inspire you. Paint something, draw something, write something. Just don't congeal into some sort of gray putty-ooze. Go chase your dreams. Look at other art. For fuck's sake don't be a dumb-ass and not read. Stimulate your synaptic connections and read! Inspire a future, a generation a crop of corn. Inspire!