Thursday, March 31, 2011

cover AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #657, out this week.

Damn...I'm three issues behind already.

a reviewer that I like sums it up better than myself of the Gnome can.
perhaps you'll buy a Spidey for your kid off the Supermarket Spindle, eh?

kriya shakti,

Review by Doug Zawisza, CBN, 5 Stars out of 5

This book has been absolutely (pardon the pun) on fire lately. Spidey has always been near and dear to me since Mom first brought home those coverless wonders with the groceries. My older brother never cared for comics, but I think somewhere deep down inside, Mom was (and maybe still is) a comic book fan; She just can’t quite figure out how to embrace it. At any rate, she’d always nab a Spider-Man comic and bring it home for me. Years later, I’d buy my own, and more often than not, those issues took the form of “Marvel Team-Up.” Sure, “Team-Up” would pull in segments from other issues, series, or both, but the stories always electrified me.

That’s the same vibe I get with Slott’s run on “Amazing.” Dan Slott writes the Spider-Man that the nine-year-old me loved and, conveniently enough, the thirty-nine-year-old me still loves. Slott’s Spider-Man is a character that still rings true of the everyman, and in this issue, that everyman realizes that sometimes there’s just a little too much sadness in life and that it’s best to seek the comfort of friends in those times. The friends he seeks out in this issue are Sue, Reed, and Ben – the remnants of the Fantastic Four. Those of you plugged in to the Marvel Universe know where the story goes from here, but those of you reading only “Amazing” are in for a treat as Pete sits down for some reminiscing with some of his oldest and dearest friends. A friend of mine is fond of the saying, “Friends are the family you chose,” and in this case, that rings true.

Although this issue could be easily dismissed for lack of a big bad, national (or galactic) crisis, or installment in the latest crossover, it is an issue that shouldn’t be missed. Each of the artists are given a chance to stroll down memory lane with the core members of the new FF, and each one brings a slightly different flavor to the story. Martin provides the set-up and wrap-up to this issue, and does a beautiful job in doing so, recalling the Silver Age as only he can do, but wrapping it in modern sensibilities. Templeton’s art is more light-hearted, but still well-suited for a tale of mischief led by Pete and Johnny. Plati’s art features elongated figures that, at first blush, seem much too stylized and cartoony, but still brings life to Slott’s story. Caselli dials up the splendor in the third installment, a story that takes Spider-Man into space alongside Mr. Fantastic and the Human Torch.

“Amazing Spider-Man” continues to be an enjoyable read, each and every issue. Slott and crew are doing a marvelous job with this book, and I look forward to more. Slott recognizes that Spidey is one of the most versatile characters in the Marvel Universe and presses that to our advantage. This issue, like much of this run, is fun, emotional, and memorable, worthy of reading, re-reading, and sharing.

I’m not very generous with the five-star reviews. Once upon a time, I was questioned about them. I replied that I save five-stars for my personal favorites and the best of the best: the books I just know I’m going to read again, lend to friends, and probably buy again if those friends forget to return them. I’m thinking Mom’s going to get this issue.

for OCHO's very own Peter, aka Doctor Hooey

also OCHO is my message in a bottle so to speak...

Rev. Sully
The Smoking PUCK!
March 31, 2011

Happy Anniversary, Reverend…
aka: To The Second Season We Go!

"Happy New Year." Tonight I'll feast for...
Tomorrow I Fast.
40 Days.
Of None. Think About It. I won’t be doing it.
Spending Money. Drinking. Dougie.
My Own Personal Lent. I like the word “ersatz”. RTFM but iDigress…

Mazeltov! Rev. Sully You Are 13 Years Old! You Are Now A Man! Huzzah!
It was 13 Years Ago Today, Sgt. Pecker pecked a mighty Yea.
I typed upon a website that gave me the title of Ordained Minister…the power to marry people but I also felt a kinda “whispering”.
It wasn’t a Calling. It was a Whispering.
On April Fool’s Eve. It wasn’t a Gas. Or for Kicks. I meant it dammit and when I mean something I mean it dammit.

So tonight…is it Chinese or is it sub & wings. Last dance with Mary Jane & toss the last Lite in the foxhole. The thing is a still got half a case of cans in the fridge. I got balls. I can do this. ^_~
40 Days to Meditate. To Regulate. And to do push-ups & chin ups. Minor callisthenic tune-up going into the Second Season…
I did purchase a chin-up bar for $20 at CitySports Boston in Hahhvahd Squayah. True.

The Bruins secured their place in the Playoffs with 6 Games Remaining in the 10-11 Season as of tonight. Toronto plays us tonight on Gahhden Ice. If Toronto can win 5 straight and the NYR (Patooie!) lose the rest of their 5 games each then…
Toronto can be hungry and give the Beantowne Bee’s a terrific fight tonight.
Expect Those Leafs to Fall like October Foliage Tonight.

Irony mark…or a Mark on my Forehead. Meathead & I made an Action Plan to gain access to Saturday Afternoon’s matinee versus the Thrashers. And I’m not supposed to drink? Well…no risk of getting Meathead punched in the head again without that, huh? Going to a Game during a Fast…at least it’s during Lent so I can lie. ^_~ Ha!

So I’ll catch the game on the radio as I try to get to bed early. I do like the radio still. Falling asleep during the game is better with the radio. You wake up to the constant “if you’re just tuning in…” update the Play-by-Play proffers.

It is time to fast. To give into the paschal season and also the Second Season as well.
For both are afoot.

kriya shakti,
Rev. Sully

Can’t Understand the Rules of Hockey?
Let “Slap Shot” the Movie Help You…

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

iRawk…Therefore iPod!
YooToob DeeJay Edition!

The 5th Generation iPod nano, circa 2009-early ’10.
Nickname: Arios Gundam, named after my Favorite Anime Giant Robo.

For Three Days, Arios Gundam played a lot of tunes on the road.
On the last day though, we listened to the radio. What can I say…why hog the music!

We listened to so much NuCountry Music…I eventually compared it to eating at the Waffle House, which we did three times.

Yes…THE Waffle House.
I really want to email them to advocate for better employee dental care but iDigress…this is true & heartbreaking.
Waffle House though was an experience in Southern Cuisine. Mr. Pibb, grits & pork chops with break’est…and waitresses with hockey player smiles. We ate there three times…they kept us alive. And there is only so far you can critique Waffle House, as you can NuCountry Music.
It’s just Southern and They Don’t Care…They’re Just Like That.

On the last night of our roadtrip, we hunkered down in Suburban Cleveland, OH.
We stayed with her good friend from college and her (we’re rooting for him) new beau.
They made dinner for us and it was the magical kind right out of a movie. We should have gone to sleep by 8PM…nonetheless we stayed up talking until pert-near 11PM.
So something natural came up on the table during dessert that happened upon our culture.
YouTube Deejay
I just read (on the flight in this week’s) Rolling Stone magazine that YouTube is the world’s Number One choice of people looking to hear music. I do it all the time. OCHO’s very own Peter, the Doctor Hooey got me hooked on it.
So my choice when it came down to the inevitable statement, ”Have you seen this?…
Was something that Dr. Hooey pinged me in a Google IM…then I immediately bought off the iTunes Store. Since I would have four people huddle around my iPod, straining to see.
So I chose this…

I frakking love this song. I wanna name my next dog “Papa Paparazzi” so it can follow me around until it loves me. Papa…paparazzi.

One vid that simply delighted the entire table was this…

from 1943, Duke Ellington & His Band “It Don’t Mean a Thing If It Ain’t Got That Swing”
that came about from a search based upon the dinner music. I mean what a swinging, hepcat, cool film.

And for me personally…

Duran Duran UNSTAGED. The kid is Gerard Way of the band My Chemical Romance. I dunno a frakkin’ thing by them but I’ve heard other people think they’re famous.
Also, Duran Duran play the old Roxy on Tremont Street across from my old high school…Dr. Hooey & I have a tentative GO on this show. These David Lynch directed YouTube Exclusive videos only make we want to go more.

And reading that Rolling Stone last week that I picked up at the airport at 6AM and read between Boston & St. Louis…
I read that PJ Harvey released a new album in February. I had no idea. So I picked it up.
What can I say? It’s mellow and rough…perhaps like a Whisky.
Released Feb 14, 2011…a “jingoistic” valentine by the Welsh Queen on Indie...
"Let England Shake"

I also bought from the iTunes Store yet another Lady Gaga video this time “Telephone” starring Beyonce.

You’ll have to prove you’re old enough to watch it. It does contain Ms. Gaga showing off her girl parts. She has absolutely very little shame…or perhaps just a different kind of shame than we’re all used to…
All in All, the single was not as hot as the video…still a steal at $1.99 for 9+ minutes of the two hottest ladies in Pop Music Today. I would still salute that flag but you need to Toon In to Get It...

So at your next dinner party, for dessert bust out the laptop and tune into YouTube.
A la carte radio almost as good as an iPod. Heck, perhaps better in its own way…

kriya shakti,
Rev. Sully

Eric O'Sullivan
Wandering around Boston, Cambridge, & Somerville, MA…wired in.

GN-007 ARIOS GUNDAM, Allelujah Haptism, Pilot.

Arios in Flight Mode

Monday, March 28, 2011

"The Events of Today are because of the Beating of Angels' Wings..."



why is sitting in a f#cking chair for 12 hours so f#cking exhausting.


PS Do not regret missing neither Preds game in Nashville nor a few hours liberty in Cleveland.
"The Best Laid Plans of Mice & Men aft gang aglee"
In suburban Cleveland, we stayed & dined with an old friend and her old friend. What a pair of pairs. A great evening dinner party. Just like grown-ups have in the Movies!
Leaving Cleveland...
Boston Bound. 10+ Hour Drive!

I used to think my bed was just okay...now I look forward to it with Much Love.


Saturday, March 26, 2011

From the Road...

Decided against the Nashville Predators game.
Well...driving for hours & hours is exhausting. We stopped 40 miles outside of Nashville. Got a more affordable room and hunkered down after a day of driving in driving rain.
Time for bed and up & at 'em early. For more driving. ^_^
Road Trip!!!


Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Smoking PUCK!
March 20, 2011

Home for Purim…Wholly Daze!
aka: My Spring has Sprung

Spring Time!
Chest Congestion!

Pardon my Frankness, but Spring Time means only two things for me.
The Winding Down of the Regular Hockey Season and…
I become a lung butter factory. Yuk. Thank OCHO’s very own Peter for “bringing up” that term yesterday while we were worshipping at the Church of Cinema…yesterday’s Mass was Kubrick’s 1975 Barry Lyndon .
Amen But iDigress…

Congestion comes early. My Equinox becomes Vernal.
And the Season Winds Down. The Windmill Tilters of 135 Morrissey Boulevard hue & cry over another loss with their usual flair for fanning flames.
The Bruins got pantsed last night. 5-2 in Toronto. Sheesh. I honestly went to bed in the second period after waking up from Chinese Food Coma during the first intermission.
It was That Kinda Game Alright.
Once Again from my lifelong hero Kevin Paul Dupont, I read this Sunday AM Globe Hockey Page over Egg Sammiches & Black Coffee the words of Panic & Blame.
Two Words I Am Just Sick & Tired of Using to Describe the Beantowne Bees.
All is Well. Even if we don’t win it all, I still don’t think as badly of the Home Team as the Professional Writers Do. Since I’m an unpaid amateur blogger, I don’t profit from flinging dirt to move copies. It’s the oldest trick in the Print Business. Actually Last Night's Fortune Cookie Read, "He Who Throws Mud Only Loses Ground".
Every team, every season has their ups & downs. I look within our Eastern Conference and see the story of the Washington Capitals…earlier this season they were a bit down & out, fully documented in the revealing HBO SPORTS: 24/7 Road to the NHL Winter Classic featuring the Caps and also the persevering Pittsburgh Penguins. Both these teams are in the post-season running along with Philly, Boston, Tampa & Montreal for the best of the East. Washington has had a complete turn-around and joust with Philadelphia for First Place overall. Pittsburgh has lost its two greatest All-Star assets in Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin along with 5 other skaters. Coach Dan Bylsma is really “doing it” nightly in Steel City with pert-near 7 call-ups from the AHL Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Pengiuns holding onto their playoff destiny.
And as always, the Montreal Canadiens are hot on the Bruins heels, within 4-6 points all season long for the Northeast 1st Place.
What the frak is KDP on? I’m watching a completely different year than my Former Master (pizza rolls!!!). The Bruins are in the Thick of All Of This!

Home For Purim???
Not only is today the Start of Spring…but it is also the Jewish holiday of Purim. Not to be confused with a Jewish High Holy Day…you’d be “mishugas” not to know the difference.
In my own way, everyday is a High Holiday for this IntrePoop Ordained Minister.
Nonetheless, in the Story of Purim, Queen Ester saves the Jews from the evil Persian King Haman. Noisemakers are used to blot out his name when mentioned!!!
Such as like last night, when everytime notorious Bruins Czech Captain Zdeno Chara touched the Puck, the Toronto crowd BOOED him.
In Toronto…Not Montreal. On Purim…
Coincidence? Cosmic Justice? You be the Judge!

Moving Right Along…

This PUCK should report that I will be going to my first NHL Hockey Game of the ’10-’11 Season…in Nashville, Tennessee. True.
Next Saturday Night, I will be in Nashville, TN driving through Music City USA helping a friend move back to Boston…and I love it when there’s a hockey game when I’m in town. It’s what I’m doing that Night in That Town (hopefully!). The Dallas Stars are playing the Nashville Predators. These two teams are on the Bubble for their Western Conference Playoff tree so I expect a really good game. The Fastest, Toughest Game on the Planet…Down South!!!
I’ll get some legendary BBQ.
I’m going to some Second-Hand Musical Instrument store and buying a Guitar…in Nashville. May the former hope & love be within my next guitar so I can give a new life to an old 6-String.
I’m hoping for something electric & in orange! Wish Me Good Hunting.

A Full Week including 4 games getting closer & closer to the end of the Season. Now Winter is over and the Ice melts with Spring waking up nature.
The First Place Bruins are going places this Spring and how far they go is up to the team…not us the observers; decriers & enjoyers alike.

kriya shakti,
Rev. Sully

Can’t Understand the Rules of Hockey?
Let “Slap Shot” the Movie Help You…

Saturday, March 12, 2011

iRawk…Therefore iPod!
Daylight Savings Edition!

The 5th Generation iPod nano, circa 2009-early ’10.
Nickname: Arios Gundam, named after my Favorite Anime Giant Robo.

I’m losing an hour? What? Again? When do I get it back?
It’s a Magickal Tyme of Year.
Due to a case of “Authority”, I have to make the adjustment.
Comprehending the BBC News Reader saying 8AM GMT instead of 9AM GMT.
I really am losing an hour.
The Subject of Daylight Savings Time or “Summer Time” and it’s recent origin is fascinating.

And how it angers the Sheep hearders of New Zealand still! Rise Up as Bono Vox of U2 would say.
I personally think the next Pope of the Roman Catholic Church should only be Bono but iDigress…

Just Imagine those Sunglasses and a Pointy White Hat.

For me, the changing seasons bring sneezes nonetheless I love what’s known as the “Bird Hours”,
I guess I am defined as the Lark.
There’s no way to describe the full silence of the world at 4:45AM on a Spring & Summer Morning. This particular silence is full of the sounds of a quiet, sleeping city.
But then as Spring Breaks, the birds start to get chatty as they’ve started their day and an hour earlier to us strange humans & our timepieces. The closer I get to the celestial apex known as the Summer Solstice, I can actually catch the first rays of the new day’s sunlight. I see the Morningstar, the planet Venus low on the horizon every morning as my little orange iPod fills my 20-minute walk to the Subway with energy & information.
I re-listen to the same audiobooks over & over again. I use my iPod as a learning tool, perhaps my most trusted & successful personal learning tool. With repetition, I internalize all the energy & information I can to reformat my SoulDrive and be a better overall person to my family & friends & professional at the workplace to my co-workers, bosses & clients.
What’s in my “Audiobook Shelf"?
All Non-Fiction and all familiar to OCHO if you've been Tuned In.
Sun Tzu’s The Art of War which I listen to just for kicks & something I’ve given CD copies of to all the managers & chefs where I work. It only takes 1hr 15min for the complete unabridged Art of War to help Sharpen My Saw
The Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi, the 16th Century Samurai sharpened my saw just this week.
Getting To Yes, the Art of Negotiation.
Managing Difficult Conversations. These two related audiobooks I’ve listened to three times over now at 6.5 & 5.5 hours respectively, this is a great investment.
Meditation by Shri Eknath Easwaran, 4 recorded seminars starring himself in his charming & disarming Indian-accented voice.
And finally Sacred Texts, Healing Sounds; Deepak Chopra’s primer on the Bhagavad Gita and the importance of sound & vibration as the agents of energy & information.

Same $#!t, Different Day.
Nonetheless, this Lark loves his Savings whether it’s an hour or not…it is The Hour. Get it?
I use The Hour of The New Day to Learn Something New to Me.
To Make a Better Me.
Perhaps you’re trapped in a car, traffic in your commute. You know you can make it better with better background sounds? I don’t know how you can deal with that same annoying commercial over & over & over & over again on these radio stations. It’s torturous! Choose Rightly!

kriya shakti,
Rev. Sully

Eric O'Sullivan
Wandering around Boston, Cambridge, & Somerville, MA…wired in.

GN-007 ARIOS GUNDAM, Allelujah Haptism, Pilot.

Arios in Flight Mode

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Smoking PUCK!
March 11, 2011 (ed. 3/12/11, 7AM)

Say It Ain’t Zdeno!
A Smoking PUCK Extra

I hope you watch the whole thing.
It’s my favorite broadcast. The New England Sports Network Boston Bruins Teleplay.
Starring goddess...I mean hotness...I mean HOSTESS Kathryn Tappan & former Bruins’ gone-too-soon defenseman Gord Kluzak.

So what do you think? What did you see? How do you feel about it?

Personally…I think it was “too much” at the wrong time. That's a very bad part of the rink and we all know it...
Listen to Gordie Kluzak break it down.
And at the time of this taping, no decision had been made by the NHL Offices for suspensions & fines, et al.

Zdeno Chara will not get off Scott Free.
I’m planning on making a few bucks by using my avant-garde @$$hole alter ego “Nero St. Vuililac” and produce Urinal Pucks with his visage and sell them in Provence Quebec, qui? I could make a mint right now…

A Marked Man…
He’s gonna have to let someone beat him up…he’s gonna hafta slouch in order for that to happen. Damn…

And Take It From An Expert!
a 2:45 video of the Boston Globe's Bob Ryan interviewing Bruins' #8, HoF & VP Cam Neely...on Hitting.
Very insightful.

Also a line item I literally cut & pasted from Saturday's Globe, Thanx Fluto!:
Ex-Bruin Joe Thornton ruminated on the Chara-Pacioretty incident. Thornton said in yesterday’s Toronto Globe and Mail that the Bruins might be getting preferential treatment regarding discipline. Thornton said Gregory Campbell, son of league disciplinarian Colin Campbell, plays for the Bruins. “It’s just something with Boston,’’ Thornton said. “It just seems like they have a horseshoe. We’ve seen the Lucic cross-check to the head [of Dominic Moore on March 3] earlier, and there’s no disciplinary thing. It’s just something about Boston and the disciplinary [process] is on their side. I’m not sure why that is. I’m not assuming that Colin’s kid is on the team and that’s why, but it’s really bizarre.’’ . . .

Crea shaakti,
Rev. Sully

Can’t Understand the Rules of Hockey?
Let “Slap Shot” the Movie Help You…

Working homemade blaster pistol!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

4. Peeing Down Other People's Poo...

Yeah, I said it. I have roommates still so I cannot blame it on "the Missus".
I just wish this happenstance would stop existing.

101 Things That Should Not Exist!

Sunday, March 06, 2011

On Altars...

Altars...pah! You're looking at the Worst Roman Catholic Altar Boy Ever.
I was filling in for a friend, barely knew the gig but did it anyway...and in frustration I walked off the Altar. St Monica's parish, circa 1984. Sure I was erroneously relying on the assistance of a few local dirtneck kids in the first row, who were getting their jollies giving me the wrong direction...nonetheless I lost my cool and stormed off in a huff.
I hated going to Church anyhoo. My mother made me go while she slept in.

Then after my Grandfather passed away in 1999, the family for years afterward foisted on me bringing the sacrificial gifts to the altar. Again...sheer discomfort in the notion of Ritual Cannibalism and I Still Hated Going To Church.

The problem is...I'm not a church goer. I'm a Lone Wolf. I'm GDI (gawd damned Independent). I always have been & I always feel I will be.

Then came the End of the First Decade of the 21st Century, when & where I found the need to reformat my SoulDrive and cease the behaviors which tend to hold myself back...
And I started Meditation as a result of the culmination of the advice of my "gurus", Deepak Chopra and Shri Eknath Easwaran.
Take time out of your day to Quiet the Mind & Body and make room for a little Spirit.
Make a Place for that Time as Well. A place to devote to Archetypes and Icons to Guide and Remind.
While I meditate (or read the Gita on the train), I listen to a 2:20 long "Aum" I purchased from the iTunes Store...I listen to this track in a loop. You'll hear it when you press play on my video.
So I assembled my own altar. I don't believe in Idols...or Idolatry either. So know that these aren't graven images of anything even sacrosanct. They're just an accumulation of "chachkies", of remembrances, of old action figures I've put down but retain for a reason.

A few old pictures; one of me & the Stanley Cup at the Hockey Hall of Fame wearing a Green Lantern Tee-Shirt (a decade before they became cool or CBS' "The Big Bang Theory" which made superhero tees "in vogue" for the past few years in pop culture) and the ONLY picture I have of my parents. The photo is from June and I was born in November...I was a bun in the oven, totally still a secret of a teenage couple now in dutch, they were still in love and you can see that too and hadn't devolved into an abusive, anger-fueled & ultimately broken marriage.
A place to burn a candle and a stick of Nag Champa incense.
A gong to scare off the evil spirits.
My transliteration of my Passage for Meditation, the Bhagavad Gita 2:14.
Alongside that is my copy of Grant Morrison's "electronic Mahabharata" 18 DAYS and the most striking picture the book which I can see in my mind's eye...of Krishna laying a hand on Arjuna's shoulder. A tear falls down Arjuna's cheek...we can see the SuperLight, the self-effulgence of Krishna begin as he slows down Space/Time in order to reveal the Gita to the hero Arjuna. One of the points of the Gita as with most heroic adventures is to empathize and become the hero of the story.
I am Arjuna...in every important way I am He. And Krishna therefore speaks to Me.

I then have a countertop full of chachkies, little remembrances.
The Yellow Submarine of the Beatles...a ship of imagination.
My mermaid bottleopener representing old friends, new hopes, myth and the opening of bottles.
My Terry O'Reilly bobblehead which represents Hard Work, Toughness, Leadership and Moving the Puck.
My Qui-Gon Jinn & Muhammed Ali figurines which represent Heroic Values in Fiction & History.
Robin the Boy Wonder, Gotenks and the Power Ranger's MegaZord all came from the PreSchool I worked at for a Year...they were in my kitchen supporting me then and now guide me on my altar representing learning & growing and also youthful vigor, spirit, imagination and the power of gestalt (such as teaming up with friends to throw a party or the such)
My Kali, holding a severed head standing on the dead Krishna. Kali is an important metaphor...she deserves inspection & meditation. It's about death, yes but also its inevitability. Kali represents the Time After Time where Time doesn't exist in a way. This was a gift from a work friend.
Homer Simpson...wearing a Yellow Power Ring. Fear of Becoming a Character, or Slothfulness.
Spider Jerusalem, in a parody Hanged Man from the Tarot representing my love for writing & my defiance of all things unfair.

And finally...My collection of Green Lantern Power Rings. I am the Light, I am the Lantern and I am the spectrum that shines from it. I am all these colors and emotions. Red/Rage, Orange/Greed, Yellow/Fear, Green/Willpower, Blue/Hope, Indigo/Compassion, Violet/Love with Black for Death and White for Life.

So this is my Altar to Myself. A collection of Sense Objects to help me forget about Sense Objects.
S'funny. I tend to keep my eyes closed while I meditate. If I open them upon my mind being too loud, I see my archetypes, see my Passage and then I close my eyes again until the 30 minutes are up, silently repeating my Passage.
Eknath Easwaran says when you open your eyes, you let all that Consciousness leak out!
And I think he's Right.
In a way, when you shut your mind up and tell your body to quit moaning about being still, itchy or hungry...you literally make room for Spirit. Emptying the Vessel to add more in a way.
You need it. So take time to be kind...to yourself.

crea shaki,
Rev. Sully

Eric O'Sullivan
Boston, MA USA

The Tao of Sully
The Smoking PUCK!
March 6, 2011

Steaks, Lip Service & the Ides March On…
aka: A ‘Lil PUCK “Con Cussin’!” (that’s a pun for “With Vulgar Language” with revelatory copy to follow…)

Another March has come. The weather is toying with Beantown Faire into thinking it’s okay for the Locals Lords & Ladies to wear shorts along with their year-round White Sneakers.
I’m from here and I’ve never gotten that!…White Sneakers Year-Round. Practicality in Local Winter Footwear has nothing…absolutely NOTHING to do with it.
And when it hits 50degs Fahrenheit, the short pants come out.
The Irony is that our legs match the color of our sneakers so it’s a vulgar display of paleness but iDigress…

Vulgar is Different from Profane, if you didn’t know.
One-Up the Plebes with a Diverse Lexicon.
Vulgar simply means “Common”…of the People. When it comes to colloquial euphemisms, we can classify these in the ABC of Cussing; @$$hole, bastid, Cee-You Next Toosday, D@uchbag, ad nauseam…
Then comes Profanity that is Cussing with the Lord in Mouth. Our JayCee Superstars, our Gee Dammits, our (insert private parts here) of Christ…and the list goes on especially with my gift of creativity & wordcraft. Americans take the name of Jesus Christ in Vain so many times the poor man in Heaven must have ADD by now & wishes us to get a new default cuss word, dammit. By examining this separation of Cuss Words and also knowing that what we think at the time of our demise could be what we return to (as the Bhagavad Gita 8:6 suggests)…if our Ultimate Words of Exclamation are F@CK!!!…now wonder why we get reincarnated endlessly. ^_~

All this ‘Cussin’ got me thinking about Hockey Players and their precious head’s again…this time from the Inside Looking Out.
Pittsburgh Penguins Superstar Sidney Crosby is out with a concussion.
The Bruins have been waiting all season form the other shoe to drop with All-Star pivot Marc Savard and his concussion problems, Savvy’s lost to us for the season.
I for one used to express my frustrations as a kid by hitting things. No, I was too much of a pussy to actually hit the person responsible and the action was attention-seeking behavior if I punched a hole in a wall. Being an Heavy Metal, I also used to bang my head. So after breaking my hand recently punching a wall…I chose to express my frustration…the culmination of a week of frustration at work by how?
I banged my head against the elevator door in sheer annoyance & frustration as the 12-Year Old Eric would have. Even with my eyes closed, upon impact there was a flash of light. I think I nailed it too hard…for two days after, I was a little off motor-skillsy…a little too-mumbly than usual, and I couldn’t shake a hangover headache.
I honestly think I gave myself a mild concussion. So should I wear a helmet at work? Perhaps…
Nonetheless, concussion concerns are at an all-time high in the NHL. The other night versus the Tampa Bay Lightning during the Bruins very own post-trade deadline 7-game win streak (6 on the road), defenseman Steven Kampfer got nailed by one of those questionable hits without penalty and suffered a mild concussion. Concussions are like the Pringles Potato Crisps of Head Injuries…once you pop you can’t stop. Or get popped in this case. The brain becomes more prone to this type of injury once it’s been concussed.
In response, former NHL’er, Hall of Famer & Cup Captain Mark Messier along with Cascade Sports has designed the M11 helmet with the intention of lowering Concussion Injuries and other High Impact Related Head injuries. The problem with the previous version was that the helmet itself wasn’t too stylish.
Unfortunately players won’t wear a Silly-Looking Helmet.

the 2007 Cascade helmet versus…

The 2011 Messier M11 Cascade helmet.

Helmets like Mike Foligno wore back in the 1980s…I think only Foligno & Lanny McDonald wore this style of helmet while the rest of the league sported the classic CCM & Coopers.

Lanny McDonald of the Calgary Flames

Mike Foligno of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

I’m gonna make like a Hockey Player & Get the PUCK outta here! Time for Sunday Break’est! Feed your Soul, Protect your Head. And here’s to Spring Being right around the corner.

Crea shaakti,
Rev. Sully

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