Get me a motherfucking record player NOW!

I want to be a record collecting LP junkie. I want to be Rob Gordon (John Cusack, High Fidelity)!

During the last 10 years of my life I have focused heavily on collecting music. Not just music from my generation, but all generations of music. I hunt through all types of media, everything from myspace pages to used LP bins at thrift shops to find the next album to my 70,000 song life soundtrack never ends.

The USB turntable is my latest musical collection tool. The turntable's amazingly transforms paralyzed LP records into mobile mp3s, capturing my imagination in the process.

With any format of music (except cassett tapes) at my will my mutating iTunes will have more fuel to grow. Garage sales, your parent's old record collection have become my kitchen cabinet and I'm always hungry.

I simply love the notion of giving life to old LPs like Dr. Frankenstein. Knowing that their messages, melodies and rhymes will live for decades inside my growing musical iTunes society.

Long live great music. Let it haunt my soul long after I die.

Grandma knows a few things about cooking

I have discovered recently that I love cooking. The thrill of creating tasty dishes from scratch tickles my Betty Crocker soul.

Inspired by countless years of helping my grandma Jackson in the kitchen spawned a cooking demon in me with the fiery passion of kerosine soaked grill.

A tasty seasoned pork chop coupled with a healthy serving of steamed vegetables began my humble descent into the depths replicating my grandma's. The easy, healthy(ish) dish gave me confidence to expand my repertoire to other yummy yet healthy meals.

Though my grandma taught me how to navigate a kitchen, she was laden with
unhealthy cooking habits from the beginning of the 20th century. Her delicious meals built on whole
milk, high fat butter and heavy salt, with pans lubricated with lard.

The tastes didn't quite match up after replacing her fattening ingredients
with healthier alternatives, but I was more interested in
replicating her methods, not her heart attacks.

Now that I'm able to make a multitude of dishes, (mostly in southern
cooking style) cooking has taken on a new meaning. I'm not just cooking to
feed myself, It's starting to be fun. I'm even beginning to
take on my grandma's attitudes towards others enjoyment of food.

"Are you hungry? Want me to make you something?"

"How did those biscuits turn out? They taste a little dry to me."

I think the enjoyment of cooking will only propel me towards other
dishes, deserts and snacks, becoming easier and faster with every
trial.

Unfortunately my Grandma won't be around to see my cooking
pinnacle, so every opportunity learn from her experience and show her
the progress I've made. Knowing her cooking styles and experience will be
transcended to another generation or two will make her proud.

I saw a character actor at the airport

I had arrived back in Atlanta from my long Thanksgiving weekend in Arizona. The gate area was insanely busy, surrounded by hundreds of people I was just trying to make my way to baggage claim and that's when I saw him, a well recognized character actor from television and film.

He looked at me just as I looked at him and gave me a look of "No, don't approach me, it's not worth your time." With a small smile I kept walking.

The problem with this story is that I can't think of this man's name (I never knew it) or what shows/movies he's been in. I want to say Sex and the City or a guest appearance as a rich murder suspect on Law and Order.

He looks like a poor man's Richard Gere. He's in his early 50's. Gray hair, six feet tall. He often plays corporate assholes, the worried dad or lawyer.

I think he's a lawyer on a current Drama.

If anybody out there has any idea how I'm talking about, I would greatly appreciate your assistance or thoughts.

This man is not bearded.