tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13880801059941855912024-03-05T08:58:49.105-08:00Greenbush BoyThe musings of a boy who grew up in a neighborhood that no longer exists.Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-89595650487309162222013-06-17T13:30:00.001-07:002013-06-17T16:27:49.991-07:00Who Is This Artist?
Males born in Wisconsin receive certain gifts at birth: a full keg of beer, a cow suitable for tipping, coronary arteries good for about fifty years of unlimited dairy and brat consumption (smoking not included), and the guarantee that tailgating without leaving one's apartment or home is not a punishable offense in non-football months. Greenbush Boy believes females born within the state Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-8040588441103739642013-06-11T15:15:00.000-07:002013-06-11T18:28:06.456-07:00When a Dream Floats Away like Methane Gas
There comes a time in every little boy's life when he has to part with even the most precious of items. Items that have traveled with him lovingly and securely through bad break-ups, Midwestern floods, questionable grease fires, and TSA full body cavity searches. One such item is the above pictured John Lennon autograph on Dakota Apartment stationary, picked up at a Actors and Others For Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-38098957330260031732013-06-05T12:30:00.001-07:002013-06-11T10:24:24.384-07:00TILLIE’S DELIVERY SERVICE
FROM THE MESSED UP FILES OF GREENBUSHBOY
Greenbushboy's one and only attempt at writing for an audience that is shorter and less aware of the world around it than he is. He wrote it in the first person. He does not remember why.
SYNOPSIS: Seven year old Tilly travels the world hand delivering all sorts of merchandise from her grandfather emporium. Her companions are Roscoe, her Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-77513072003789220672013-06-04T13:37:00.003-07:002013-06-11T10:26:24.137-07:00 HELPING MISTER KVETCH
FROM THE MIXED UP FILES OF GREENBUSHBOY
Television programming about teachers and students has not changed since the days when Socrates tried to drum Logic into two goofball characters named Plato and Xenophon. All he got for his efforts were two smart ass jokers turning his Acropolis into a daily Roman circus. So annoyed was Socrates at these two jerks that every night he went Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-48385643345953792182013-05-28T11:43:00.000-07:002013-05-28T11:43:27.735-07:00THE 3’BS AND GWENDOLYN
FROM THE MIXED UP FILES OF GREENBUSHBOY
One of many old concepts brought out into sunlight so my hard drive can take a breather. The 3Bs and Gwendolyn was written sometime in the 90s when I witnessed a little girl boss her three brothers around as if she were a drill sergeant. This idea has all the elements that I particularly like in a cartoon series: stupid boys, bossy girls, idiotic Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-67435492905871841352012-08-13T16:10:00.001-07:002012-08-18T12:44:54.714-07:00It's All About Food
Everyone who had a backyard in the Greenbush area also had their own highly prized vegetable garden. Like hiding money in mattresses, the owners of these gardens saw farming their own vegetables not as a strenuous hobby but as Pavlovian survival technique...a victory garden for the soul. Understanding how to till the earth had kept these old coots alive through mass famines and warsSidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-51088264439954821332012-08-11T13:03:00.001-07:002012-08-18T13:03:44.159-07:00Coming of Age
There is something magical about an independent bookstore. The frayed and soiled carpets, the musty scent of yellowing pages, the pungency of rarely cleaned litter boxes, the wonder of discovering mouse dropping within the folds of the very book one came to purchase. I have modeled my post college living arrangements in much the same way.
Aside from fast food joints, most of my waking hours Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-22629080469754863892012-08-10T15:00:00.001-07:002012-08-18T13:07:27.744-07:00Broadcast 101
Twenty years ago I wrote BROADCAST 101 after an evening of watching nothing but VHS recorded public access programming. I don't remember why my life had come to such a screeching halt for me to sit on the floor playing around with dozens of half inch tapes; whatever the reason is now lost in time like my hair and eyesight. I thought that perhaps what was missing at that moment in kids Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-30309993018774337832012-06-24T15:58:00.000-07:002012-06-25T11:24:26.872-07:00Grandma Karpis-Barker: A Movie Pitch
Ring
Well if it isn’t Yankel the Pitchman on the phone. So how long has it been
since we last spoke…3 hours?
I love you as if you were my brother-in-law; which, of course you are. So how’s my sister and the kids?
No different than they were three hours ago. I'm a busy agent. A mover. A shaker. I revel in restless leg syndrome.So what is now? A kid who hypnotizes the country in believing Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-14495052815049754432012-06-21T22:07:00.004-07:002012-06-21T22:07:39.969-07:00Here I Come Again
It has been far too long since my last blog. While I took the Rose Bowl defeat seriously enough to actually not use the word "badger" in any sentence for several weeks, the main reason for my disappearance was legitimate writing assignments, some which involved money rather than promises or the bartering of fruit and vegetables. In my line of work which I have never been Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-32584850347083761822012-01-02T19:39:00.001-08:002012-01-02T20:03:11.159-08:00Badger TearsThis is not the ending I was expecting. Bucky is sobbing on the streets of Pasadena. Somewhere Hubbard, Rosa, and Purdy are singing On Wisconsin off-key. All over the dairy state, cows are tipping themselves over in shock and dismay. Beer refuses to leave their taps. Oscar Mayer is blowing a dirge on the wiener whistle. The colors of cardinal and white walk around shrouded in black crepe. Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-289288658976019102012-01-02T08:29:00.000-08:002012-01-02T15:28:19.734-08:00Rose Bowl 2012I’m a Bucky Badger who lives out in Los Angeles. Until Barry Alvarez rode in on Rocinante in 1990 and gave all of us Wisconsin football fans a reason to live for Saturdays, Badger Football was so bad that any Wisconsin emblazoned clothing I wore around the city, I had the words “Be Kind, Be Generous, Show Pity” sown prominently into it. I must admit I did plagiarize that slogan: It is the union Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-73890852459323772962012-01-01T10:45:00.000-08:002012-01-01T19:05:17.451-08:00Bye Bye 2011My Year End summary to all my friends, creditors, and assorted others who still believe I owe them money.2011 had more ups and downs for me than a retirement community discovering Viagra for the first time. 2011 was a year filled with some joy, but that’s boring to speak about so let’s get to the mental chaos, the physical pain, and those unusual number of late night phone calls from someone Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-16215058462711979792011-07-14T08:49:00.000-07:002011-07-16T16:20:10.604-07:00Head Out On That Highway...But Not This WeekendGet your motor running, head out on the highway,Looking for adventure in whatever comes our way.SteppenwolfA steel and metal tsunami of cataclysmic enormity rolls our way this weekend. A wave which will be so unstoppable in its ferocity and mindless in its destructive potential that Republican politicians are already chafing at the bit to privatize it and give it its own Caribbean tax shelter. Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-34771689704921244472011-05-06T12:13:00.001-07:002011-05-09T21:27:19.972-07:00Bada Bing Bin LadenNot only did the Navy Seals force Bin Laden to go hunt up an ophthalmologist in his after-life (good luck finding anyone named Cohen, Schwartz or Rosenberg in his address book), but the treasure trove of information, both personal and tactical, discovered in his bedroom demonstrates how the world’s most hunted 6’4” dialysis patient could stay concealed for so many years in a garrison town full ofSidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-81463130914066022182011-03-16T16:16:00.001-07:002011-03-16T16:46:40.086-07:00Prairie Home Con-panionH.L. Mencken once said: A politician is an animal which can sit on a fence and yet keep both ears to the ground. I love Michele Bachman because she's from Minnesota, and I'm not. Every time she opens her mouth, I check her hair coloring. If stupid remarks were a crime, she'd never leave the courtroom. When Michele Bachman stands before a crowd and talks of our glorious history, I can hear Texas Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-74536649726493489402011-02-27T22:11:00.001-08:002011-02-28T05:01:29.807-08:0015,000 Wasted HeartbeatsThings I did while watching this year’s presentation of the Oscars:I checked to see if my pulse was running slower than the pace of the show. I was lucky. Were it I would now be dead.I began painting my apartment the color of ennui. Then I broke into the apartment next door just to see if darkness was more exciting.At the 127th hour of the telecast I cut off my right arm just to have something toSidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-76103102060471982302011-02-06T09:54:00.000-08:002011-02-06T09:55:16.398-08:00Justus D. BarnesSome dates just should be remembered.Today marks the 65th anniversary of the passing of Justus D. Barnes. Apparently,not much is known about this gentleman's life. Even the author of his Wikipedia article can barely scratch out a couple of words. He does have a FACEBOOK entry and there is his IMDB listing. Yet Justus would have faded into the background during those pre-Nickelodeon days of movie Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-12807269669302556712011-02-05T09:51:00.000-08:002011-02-05T10:40:37.681-08:00Horton Hears a Who... A Brett Who!As a kid I wanted to grow up to be either Vince Lombardi or one of those chimps shot off into outer space. Before Lombardi arrived in Green Bay in 1959, the town was so depressed about its professional football team (in 1958, the team went 2-10) that city plans were in the works to move the entire community to the Navarino State Wildlife area and sell all its beachfront property to Michigan. Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-40811344847125303662010-10-10T20:58:00.000-07:002010-10-11T05:52:11.557-07:00We all have to go sometime...I belong to a film society that meets every Saturday and Sunday morning at the Royal Theatre in West Los Angeles. I’ve been a member of it for years. The Royal is part of a dying breed, an old art house standalone that has been a constant in the neighborhood since 1924, when it was called the Tivoli, and that portion of Santa Monica Blvd. was part of the original Route 66.The size of the Royal's Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-7063988977550543802010-09-17T09:40:00.000-07:002010-09-17T09:41:37.247-07:00TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL...YOU DOG!While looking for a candy bar recently, I unearthed an unfinished e-mail draft for a kids' programming pitch. Why I thought I could find a sugar rush on my hard drive I can’t rightly remember; but several weeks earlier I had discovered week-old warm pizza behind my stove, so perhaps that was the motivation. I’m very lucky in that regard: I’ve located edible snacks in the strangest places in my Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-11095733376356598792010-08-24T00:01:00.000-07:002010-08-26T12:37:24.350-07:0040 Years Ago and Still No Lessons LearnedOkay pigs, now listen and listen good. There's a bomb in the Army Math Research Center—the university—set to go off in five minutes. Clear the building. Warn the hospital. This is no bullshit,man.I was staring up at the ceiling, lackadaisically listening to my parents loud whisperings about what an ongoing bloody wastrel I had become, when the bomb went off. The explosion was so intense it Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-1425975190609712012010-08-22T18:40:00.000-07:002010-08-22T20:24:11.079-07:00The Boy Who Bicycled AwayOnce upon a time, as the young Greenbush Boy bicycled around his world, he received some advice from a crusty old soul who had seen much in his 80 years as the neighborhood rag picker.Now the rag picker was well known in the neighborhood. Any old clothes no longer worthy of another wash or a patch up were boxed up and given to him. No one knew what he did with any of the threads or even where he Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-53533890657619696082010-07-21T16:21:00.000-07:002010-07-22T13:59:18.997-07:00The Last Time I Laughed This Much I was SubpoenaedMany videos make me laugh, but there are few examples of comic brilliance that have me on the floor coughing up hairballs from both ends. Whatever marketing genius designed the new Old Spice commercials with former wide receiver Isaiah Mustafa as the pitchman deserves a special place in the Jerry Della Femina Advertiser Hall of Fame.Mark the words of Greenbushboy. Mel Gibson's rants will be Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388080105994185591.post-56001855122948275052010-07-17T23:33:00.001-07:002010-07-18T17:34:35.612-07:00SharktopusSaturday evenings are usually spent with my favorite girlfriend, Credit Card Olga from the Ukraine, some loaded weapons, a bottle of Grey Goose, and the Sci Fi Channel. I love their movies. Ridiculous scripts, atrocious special effects, acting from the school of "hey you with the nippley big hooters, want to be in a movie."Titles like Bone Eater (not worth the sexual pun even for me), Flu Bird Sidneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447266913798362538noreply@blogger.com0