Three random things

  1. The ad for the new GMC Hummer EV truck features a very strange cover of Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song” done by Karen O of Yeah Yeah Yeahs with Trent Reznor. It simultaneously sounds like the Zep original while also sounding nothing like it. I can’t decide if I like it or not. But that’s not what really bothers me about the ad. At the end, the narrator says “That is how we engineered the Hummer EV, and that is how we will change the world.” I guess the truck looks kind of cool, but at a starting price of $112,595, it’s hard to imagine they can sell enough of them to “change the world,” unless every owner is given a mission to crabwalk over the rest of us with them.
  2. Not really a music stream (though there is some great ambient music used in it) so it doesn’t fit into a Music Saturday post, but if you’re looking for something curious to watch check out The Dandi Line on Twitch. Streaming Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday at 9 p.m. Eastern, each broadcast features a “Dandi” (sequentially numbered on her left thigh) who emerges from a pod and are judged by the viewers on their energy level and other miscellaneous attributes. If she “passes” she gets to go “off world.” If she “fails” she’s “deactivated.” It’s every bit as strange as it sounds. It’s performance art combined with offbeat comedy, and I find it hard to stop watching if I tune in.
  3. The Dodgers win the World Series! Can we stop questioning Dave Roberts’ moves now? Please?

Streaking

Today marks six months since the last time I drank alcohol. This is mostly significant as a date on a calendar, since I didn’t really intend to stop drinking, it just sort of happened. While I’m only an occasional social drinker under normal circumstances, this is surely the longest dry spell since my freshman year at Central Michigan ninety years ago.

On March 8th I stopped into the Brass Rail in Port Huron after work and had a couple of bottles of Labatt Blue and chatted with the regulars at the bar. On the way home, I decided to take a few days off from beer to “prepare” for the St. Patrick’s Day Pub Crawl coming up on the 14th. Over the next week the seriousness of the coronavirus situation became evident, and I skipped the pub crawl (so did nearly everyone else, as it turned out).

I don’t drink very often at home, so a week became two, which became a month, which became more months, which became today – 185 days and six months later.

Along the way I picked up other “streaks,” most notably 175 days without eating restaurant food (pick-up or dine-in), 57 days of closing all three of my activity rings on my watch (that streak ended when I had to take a couple of days off with a sore lower back), and 78 straight days of playing my guitar for at least fifteen minutes. Positive results have been losing 45 pounds and finally learning how to play an F chord well.

It’s probably obsessive at this point, but since I like the results I’m going to keep going. I have decided that I’ll break the “no alcohol” streak when I can travel back to Montréal and have a beer at Chez Baptiste in the Plateau. At the rate we’re going, that ought to extend the streak well beyond a year.

And now I have a “write something on your blog” streak of one day.