Showing posts with label George Hrab. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Hrab. Show all posts

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Phil Plait is the only thing stopping the universe from killing you

"When you're dealing with the Universe, ignorance can be deadly."

One of the baddest quotes from the Bad Astronomer himself, my Dr. Phil Plait. He's been playing all super seekrit with everyone for the last few months, as he jets all over the place filming and shooting his new project. And today, we found out what that super seekrit project is. I give you a sneak peek of a new Discovery Channel series, Phil Plait's Bad Universe!



I've watched it at least a half dozen times already. Partly because it looks so stinkin' cool. And partly because I can say, yes, that man is a friend of mine. He has the hots for my wife, and I have his cell phone number. How the hell do I deserve such cool friends? I don't know. But I'll take it.

Congrats on the pending release, Phil. Know you've got a dedicated household hoping you'll show us how to save us from a universe that obviously wants us DEAD!

And if you haven't picked up a copy of Death from the Skies!: The Science Behind the End of the World by Phil, I highly recommend you do. I wouldn't call it an uplifting read, but it's fascinating none the less. And you can hear Phil read from the book on on the track by the same name on George Hrab's latest album, Trebuchet. (Another person who I'm just giddy to know calls me a friend!)

Saturday, May 29, 2010

George Hrab's Owner of A Lonely Heart cover video

In about 18 hours, I'm going to do my level best to piss off a good chunk of those who consider themselves part of the creative class. I'd apologize in advance, but what I have to say needs to be said. For you are not as fantastic as you think. And those who keep telling you that you are share in the blame, so I'll be lambasting them, too.

But in advance of that, and to prove that I'm not a complete and utter curmudgeonly bastard, I present to you the antithesis of the above:



You can claim George Hrab has innate talent. He'll likely mention his education and hours of dedication and practice. Those of us fortunate to know him will attest to his unwavering dedication to quality and quest for perfection.

And he's creative. Scarily creative. Can you be this good at your chosen craft? Yes. Anyone can. But most won't. Which will you throw your lot in with?

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