Willidau has risen above the scales of lounge lizard to compile the soundtrack of his life to put to music what mere words could never say. Ken Willidaus philosophy is that if you cant say whats in your heart and on your mind you should put it into the lyrics of songs that people will be repeating before long to make it look like they, too, are someone who is dancing along in life staying composed, themselves. Willidau orchestrates his story into a symphony of sound to set the mood for the moods that have rocked his world to his soul, in a compilation of a lifetime. And youll be toe-tapping along with it in no time caught up in it by the catchiness of it all.
Chapters band together a life that strings along a musical story of high and lows of all the right and wrong notes. Among them, Future Boy, Mother, Isolation, Human Behaviour, Remember and Into the Light make for a festival of sound that is a once-in-a-lifetime performance. This record of life is tracked with a maestro of jokes using wit, dark humour, one-liner hit wonders, tongue-in-cheek, twisted logic and double entendre humour. Spending your day with Ken will put a song in your head that will drive you as crazy as the thoughts its replacing that are always there hitting all the sour notes just making you sound flat, yourself.
Dancing To My Life's Soundtrack is a perfect read for those times when you want to make a concerted effort to play something different and not keep singing the same old song, yourself. And, a one and a two.
There are over 150 homographs in common use. Consider: ‘bow’ meaning bow or bow, ‘object’ meaning object or object, ‘moped’ meaning moped or moped; the list goes on (in many documents, a great deal more informatively!) What is commonly overlooked is that this conundrum can be true for words that are place-names, every bit as much as for those that are not.
For instance, even the most erudite students of the English language have not been taught that Felixstowe can be ‘a Suffolk dialect word meaning a cat’s claw’, nor, indeed, that Sixpenny Handley was ‘an erotic diversion offered to soldiers on leave during WW1 in the less genteel parts of our great cities.’
There are many works detailing and comparing the meanings of non-titular homographs; far fewer do so for names. A Place of Sense takes examples which are all genuine places that may be found on an OS map and seeks to redress that balance, at least to a small degree, with a large dose of humour. The author hopes it has the desired effect (not to be confused with effect!)
Bickel infuses each subject with comedic insight into what exactly makes it creepy and provides an appropriately hilarious photo to help illustrate his point. And since not all creepiness is created equal, Bickel has invented an unnecessarily complex mathematical formula (or Creepiosity Index, if you will) to quantify each unsettling item's relative creepiness. (Band-Aids that were once affixed to someone's body but now aren't: 7.454.)
However, Bickel also acknowledges that creepiness, universal as it may be, is far from absolute. To that end, he invites readers to assign their own Creepiosity number to these and other curiosities via a companion Web site. (For example, what's more disturbing, hairless cats or Dick Cheney smiling? You decide!)
* The Illinois Department of Conservation spent $180,000 to study the contents of owl vomit.
* Georgia State University psychology professor James Dabbs discovered in 1988 that trial lawyers have about 30 percent more testosterone in their bodies than normal people (regardless of gender). Dabbs stated in the Journal of Applied Social Psychology that high testosterone levels are often linked to aggressiveness and "antisocial behavior." We all knew that lawyers were full of something--now we know it's testosterone.
* What do stinky cheese and unclean feet have in common? They both attract mosquitoes according to a November 8, 1996 article from Reuters.
Sweat dries. Blood clots. Bones heal. Suck it up, buttercup.
After his deployment in Afghanistan, Dan Caddy began swapping great drill sergeant stories by e-mail with other combat veterans—an exchange with friends that would grow into the dedicated Facebook page, “Awesome Sh*t My Drill Sergeant Said.” But what began as a comedic outlet has evolved into a robust online community and support network that conducts fundraisers for and donates to military charities, has helped veterans struggling with PTSD and other issues, and on numerous occasions, literally saved lives.
Now, Caddy shares more great DS stories—most never before seen—in this humorous collection. Often profane, sometimes profound, yet always entertaining, these rants from real life soldiers are interspersed with lively sidebars, Top 10 lists, stories from fans, one-liners, and more.
For anyone who has suffered a hard-ass manager (in uniform or not), Awesome Sh*t My Drill Sergeant Said will add a much needed dose of humor to the day.