The first fantasy sports league as started in 1980 by Daniel Okrent, a former LIFE Magazine editor. It was a game called Rotisserie Baseball, in which he and his friends chose a team of players, excessively checked newspaper statistics, and crowded a winner at the end of each season. What started as a fun, little game played between a few friends has now become a business empire, growing 17% more popular a year on average. In fact, it’s grown so popular that its revenue in 2011 was over $800 million. Football and baseball have always been the most popular of fantasy league sports, though soccer, cricket, and even bass fishing are growing increasingly popular these days. Clearly, fantasy football sparked a remarkable trend, so much so that there are now even fantasy leagues for things like celebrities, the Supreme Court, and the election. How, might you ask, points are rewarded in such leagues? Well, in the instance of Celebrity Fantasy Leagues, players are compensated every time their stars get married (probably quite frequent among Karsashians), give birth, or appear in tabloids for non-criminal behavior. In order to make money off of the election, one’s candidates must go on record about social issues (i.e. gay marriage, abortion, etc), update their twitter accounts often, and pull ahead in the polls. For the Supreme Court league, participants must correctly predict which Justices will affirm or reverse a decision or recuse themselves from the process. Unfortunately, not everyone is happy with the rise in fantasy league games. Research shows that partakers buy significantly more fast food, soft drinks, and alcohol than ordinary sports fans. Even so, the fantasy sports industry has, without a doubt, produced valuable profits, with a $3 billion projected impact for 2012. The empire has also aided actual leagues, helping the NFL and MLB, among others, well full-season TV passes so fans can watch their every fantasy point played out. Until there’s a new form of fantasy leagues, I think it’s safe to say that I’ll be forming my teams come September!
Sitting in the overwhelmingly massive Boston Airport (on my birthday, might I add), I click my shiny red heels together and chant, “there’s no place like home! There’s no place like home!” Ok so maybe I don’t actually do this, but it’s sure as hell what I’m thinking! I look forward to summer all year, with all the travels and adventures that it holds, but as soon as it comes around, all I want to do is go back to my normal routine. I’m very lucky in that I have two wonderful summer homes in beautiful parts of our country and get to travel elsewhere too. In fact, I feel a bit snobby having all that and wanting to push it away, but there’s certainly something to be said about having a familiar roof over your head and sleeping in your bed with your pillow. Looking back at the last three months, I have had a ton of fun and so many good times, but truthfully, I just can’t wait to get back home. Going back to school, on the other hand, I’m dreading to a full extreme. Unfortunately, the two are a packaged deal, though. So goodbye summer, hello junior year!
For those of you who are avid readers of the rather-liberal TIME Magazine, this debate might sound a bit familiar to you. In last week’s issue, in addition to a brilliant article on the Colorado shootings and gun control, there was an unexpected feature on polygamy and one plural family, in particular. For some odd reason, this article seemed unusually appealing to me. It basically argues that the recent and controversial same-sex marriage debates, that have frequently come about in the last few years, have encouraged many polygamist families to fight for recognition of their unions. I must say, the author of the article, does have a bit of a point. I’m a huge advocate of gay marriage and rights, so when the article brought same-sex marriage into the equation, my attention was immediately sparked. I mean, if you think about it, the United States is approaching a modern take on homosexuality by slowly but surely legalizing gay marriage. So perhaps the next step is legalizing or, at least, accepting polygamy. Sure, it may seem a little weird, but the fact of the matter is America was founded on the principle of freedom, and well, this does not sound like freedom to me. Both bigamy and polygamy are punishable by fine, imprisonment, or in some cases, both in the U.S. This controversial subject has, as suspected, come about huge debate, especially in the last few years with television shows like “Sister Wives.” I have yet to decide how I feel about this particular issue. I’m certainly not against it, but I don’t know that I’ll start wearing tee shirts and posting “Legalize Polygamy” bumper stickers on my car, but at the end of the day, I strongly believe that every person should be entitled to their own version of love–or loves–and that nothing should stand in the way of that.
Just a short six hours ago, I was walking, or rather limping, thanks to a recent ankle sprain, through the crowded Boston airport. The first stop that my dad and I made was the hotel. The Four Seasons, with the perfect location right next to Beacon Hill, might be a bit too luxurious for my personal taste, but I have a bed and Internet connection so I’m satisfied. I don’t, however, think that the concierge and other guests were quite suspecting my low-waisted maxi skirt, crop top, combat boots, and newly acquired dreadlocks, but whatever. That’s their problem! We had originally planned on dining at an all-vegan, college-friendly restaurant called peace o’ pies, but after inquiring about directions at the concierge desk, he convinced us to try an Asian fusion restaurant with “the best vegan food in Boston,” instead. Meyers and Chang was just a short 20 minutes up the road and was simply delicious. Our waitress was an adorable fashion major at a small school just outside of Boston and had steered us toward Boston’s north end, a lively, foodie area not so different from New York’s SoHo. And thank god for that! Not only did I have THE best American cappuccino that I’ve ever tasted but also a raspberry macaroon that I’d been craving all summer and half of a vegan whoopie pie. On our walk back, we stumbled into a quaint little Italian bakery and bought two loafs of bread. In fact, they were so scrumptious and so fresh that it’s honestly shocking that there was some left by the time we made it back. Unfortunately, my father, being the man that he is, completely screwed us up on walking back. Apparently, he didn’t seem to notice that our little blue dot, signifying where we were on the map, was about a mile off (and going further) than where it should have been. The cherry on top? The suspected drizzle turned into an overwhelming pour. I couldn’t tell if the water that I was soon soaked in was a product of the rain or mere sweat from the high humidity. I knew I should have brought my rain boots! Needless to say, we found the first (and probably only) cab in sight and hopped on in. Our first night here was a wild success, in my opinion. We ate delicious food, walked a small bit of it off, made utter fat asses of ourselves, and got totally drenched. Day one: complete. Until tomorrow, folks!
Hello, all. To those who may actually care, I’m very much alive. I have, however, had quite a few technical difficulties on my last few posts, which would explain my blogosphere absence. I know, I know, you all have missed my and my harsh criticisms of our world oh-so much. I head to Boston tomorrow morning so I suspect I will have quite a few things to write about later this week.
Ta ta for now,
Have you ever been sitting in bed or on the couch listening to a classic Beatles song and just thought to yourself, “what the fuck are they talking about?” Well, you’re not alone. Sure, everyone’s heard about Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and how it’s really an acronym for LSD, but I’m talking about the songs that you’ve heard maybe once or twice that you always kind of wondered about.
I suspect many of you have heard the song “A Day in the Life.” If not, here. Watch quickly!! So clearly this song is about a death, or perhaps, many. As a matter of fact, it’s a compilation of two distinct songs, one written by each writer, linked by a zealous orchestral crescendo. The song was practically an immortalization of the death of Guinness (a rather disgusting, dark Irish beer) heir, Tara Browne. Central to the narrative that actually exists in this song is Browne, who died in a car crash. He was the son of the 4th Lord Oranmore–notice the “nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords” lyric–and a friend to many rock stars. Browne was, actually, said to have been under the influence of LSD when he died.
The short, sweet, and underly-popular song, Polythene Pam sounds like it could be about any ordinary girl who’s lucky enough to have a Beatles song written about her, but it’s, in fact, about one of their many die-hard groupies named Pat Hodgetts. The Polythene aspect of this song title came into play after her well-known nickname for always eating out of plastic bags.
Helter Skelter, apart from being the Beatles’ loudest, raunchiest song and a gateway sound into 70’s heavy metal, refers to a fair ride mainly popular in the UK, in which people could climb up the inside of a wooden tower and slide down a spiral ride on the outside. Who would have thought!?
For those of you who have heard the song “Martha My Dear,” it is, surprisingly, not quite the love song that it appears at first glance. The Martha that Paul McCartney describes as “my inspiration” and “my love” is…well, his dog. Or at least, that’s certainly where the title comes from! It has also been said that the song is about McCartney’s girlfriend, while he, himself, said it was about his “muse.” Either way, the man clearly had a thing for animals as the song “Jet,” by his post-Beatles band Wings, was about his Pony.
Sure, we can go on all day about the true meaning of their hundreds of songs, but I’ve become quite curious about the band’s name, itself! I mean, the Beatles–that doesn’t exactly come to mind when brainstorming for a band name. It turns out that The Beatles weren’t always The Beatles. Their original band name was “The Quarrymen,” after John Lennon’s high school. When Lennon convinced one of his friends, Stu Sutcliffe, to join the band, he agreed. Sutcliffe didn’t stay very long, but he did do one crucial thing. It was his idea to change the band’s name from “The Quarrymen,” and in February 1960, they were renamed the Beatles. Why, might you ask, the Beatles. Well, contrary to belief, it was not after the bug and not even after the car. Instead, it was because their music had such a strong beat. Some say that they based their name off of “The Crickets,” who were a popular band at the time. They wanted a similar name, and because of their vapid beat, they went with “The BEATles.” Well, folks, I’d say that’s enough music discovery for one day!
Until Next Time,
The 1950’s had poodle skirts and segregation. The 60’s had the hippie movement and hallucinatory drugs. The 1970’s had disco, and the 80’s had upbeat pop music and god-awful neons. Even the 90’s had a grungy “fuck the system” attitude.!every generation has had some sort of counterculture or common trend. So where is ours? Perhaps, many are correct in saying that our generations’s boom in technology has had a not-so-great affect on humanity. Sure, it has given us the capability to develop and advance in science, medicine, and quite frankly every other field, but it could be that technology’s diversions have made more of a negative impact on our world than it has a positive. I know that this is the classic and cliché argument, but in all honesty, Facebook and twitter and texting has kept us so far hidden behind our computer screens and iPhones that none of us have truly had the chance to go out and make something of our era. Even as i sit on my flight writing this, I notice how oncredibly addicted we are to our technology. I mean, half the people on here can barely go the ten minutes descending without their iPads and Kindles! One could argue that technology is, indeed, what we will be remembered for, and perhaps, it will be. Technology? Really? I don’t know about you, but I’d like to be remembered by something a little more personal. Then again, maybe we do have a counterculture, a defining characteristic, and it just hasn’t been established quite as that yet. It could very well be that each generation’s “movement” is exhibited only after that time has passed. Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see then, but either way, something to think about.