Duringi the Al Green tribute on this year's BET Awards, one of my favorite singers performed one of my favorite songs.
As with when he covered Kate Bush's "This Woman's Work", Maxwell's got the chops to actually best an artist while covering their work. And, as I was explaining the other day, I basically only use MySpace as a dedicated Maxwell blog-reading service. Hooray!
As ever, Yahoo's latest efforts are baffling, inexplicable, but still somehow charming. It's like the place is run by an overeager six year old who has no ability but lots of enthusiasm. Anyway, Yahoo Mail's latest brilliant marketing move is "hey, remember Rocketmail? No? Well, good news -- it's back! Also, YMail! or Y!Mail. Which is nothing like Gmail, except that it's exactly like Gmail!"
The campaign, in Canada at least, features shoddy, third-rate Michael Jackson and Madonna lookalikes explaining that they, respectively, want the "Jacko" and "Madge" Yahoo Mail addresses under the new domains. Even if you could get past the idea that you're supposed to identify with people who want to adopt the identity of insane 50-year-old pop stars, the worst part is that both "Jacko" and "Madge" are names bestowed upon the singers by the British tabloids, and both epithets are detested by the singers they've been applied to.
It's a win all around, really.
The campaign, in Canada at least, features shoddy, third-rate Michael Jackson and Madonna lookalikes explaining that they, respectively, want the "Jacko" and "Madge" Yahoo Mail addresses under the new domains. Even if you could get past the idea that you're supposed to identify with people who want to adopt the identity of insane 50-year-old pop stars, the worst part is that both "Jacko" and "Madge" are names bestowed upon the singers by the British tabloids, and both epithets are detested by the singers they've been applied to.
It's a win all around, really.
My wife has me doing the holy shit 100 pushups thing, which basically ends every other day with doing pushups until you collapse. as a result, my arms are now useless and vestigial, like a tyrannosaurus, and my giant head has only a walnut-sized brain with which to understand why the heck we're doing this.
However, join our Vox group, and then some day soon a pile of us nerds will show up in a park, set aside our smartphones for a few minutes, and then drop and throw down 100 pushups. And that will be awesome. :)
2,2,2,2,then 5. I'm starting from an initial test of only two, and I didn't think I'd even be able to do 13 today already.
The Mets' comeback fell short, but Shea was noticeably more energized and optimistic.
