Subscriptions & The Lies We Tell Ourselves

I don’t know how many calories there are in a classic Cinnabon and I don’t want to.


Because it makes it easier for me to pretend that I always engage in enough exercise to burn off however many thousands are in that sucker.

It doesn’t mean there aren’t days when I put in enough time and effort to deserve to eat it without feeling guilty because there are.

But I am honest enough to know eating those things puts a significant dent in my quest to make my six pack stand out without flexing.

And trust me, I had it and those who know me well can attest to it, sadly it is a testament to a time when I had hair and no kids.

Which is to say, it has been a long time, but I digress.

The Curious Friendship of Bruce Springsteen & Albert Einstein


Somehow I think Bruce and Al would have gotten along. I think it would have made one hell of a story.

If you bear with me, I’ll give you the three minute, thinking out loud thought behind it.

Let’s start with some quotes:


It might not be the perfect lyric, but it ties into the rock-and-roll thing.

Our old friend Al also said

“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.”

Which reminds me of another comment that makes me snort because I don’t see Bruce buying into this one.

“Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.”

Or maybe it is more accurate to say I have a hard time seeing him lose the jeans and t-shirt for stripes and plaid, but who knows, I could be wrong.

Doesn’t require a woman wearing a shmata to make that point or to get me to accept it, because I know it happens…sometimes.

And now we make like a pinball and bounce around to another topic.

Subscriptions & The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Someone suggested that I might be able to secure more comments if I became a more serious blogger and stopped writing about angry Oompa-Loompas who are smarter than meatballs but not as intelligent as Matza balls.

They said headlines like lying about love were best saved for Cosmo or The Enquirer and I laughed.

Hell, I could write for those publications, especially if I am granted latitude to be like the president-elect and just make stuff up.

Heck, that is easy.

You could come up with all sorts of crazy stuff for Cosmo about women meeting men on medical message boards where they argued politics and religion with nut jobs.

Alright, that sounds a lot like Facebook. We’d have to dress it up a little to make it crazier, but I could do it and it wouldn’t be hard because I have that kind of imagination.

Anyhoo, the remark about getting more comments/traffic isn’t as interesting to me as it used to be but we’ll save the how and why for later.

Instead I’ll say it makes me think about how many subscriptions we sign up for because this is going to be the year we read more and yet we don’t.

We have good intentions but sometimes that is not enough.

I have a rough idea of how many people have subscribed to the blog through various subscription services and statcounters.

If I compare the subscription numbers against the unique users I can see a bunch of the subscribers don’t come by very often.

Some of that has to be because the content here doesn’t add enough value to their lives to show up consistently.

I could spend more time crafting headlines that are more likely to pull more readers in and then focus my content on things that are more likely to retain the average reader.

But that is not how I roll.

For the time being I just want to write and attract the kind of reader who likes a goofy guy.

Goofy Things To Be Known For

A couple of readers found their way here from Bing by searching for :
80s jeans bulge.

I can’t decide if I should be flattered or embarrassed.

I didn’t make that up. If you search for it on Bing you’ll find a picture of me with some friends.

Although I have been told by newer friends that I don’t look anything like that anymore and that they never would have recognized me.

Kind of funny to think my son is much closer in age to the kid in the picture than I am.

Hell, I look at that photo and shake my head because I remember being that guy but can’t believe how fast time has passed.

Speaking of time passing I have to sign off and go for a walk soon and clear my head.

Been far too crazy and that is not going to end for a while, never thought some of this stuff would ever happen.

What a wacky world, too bad we won’t get to hear the story of the amazing Bruce Springsteen and Albert Einstein friendship.

Just one more thing that could have been cool if it had been given a chance.

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