Dan Baizer
Dan Bazier January '10 Print E-mail
The Blame Game
I think it’s time that we recognize the new national sport – The Blame Game. Actually, there’s nothing new about this favorite American pastime. In fact, it’s not even ours, gringo. It’s human nature. Students of anthropology will attest to this tradition of conflict, ever since the index finger first uncurled into an accusatory pointing gesture, and the extended middle finger unlocked previously uncharted joys of nonverbal communication.
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Dan Bazier August '09 Print E-mail
DUMMIES’ GUIDE TO IRONY

I wonder if Yogi Berra ever said, “Irony is a funny thing.” If he did, he was right. For example, I was circling the merchandising carrion formerly known as Circuit City with the other vultures, looking for a deal on a printer to replace our old beater. After seeing the “deal,” despite being pre-warned by other people that it wasn’t a “deal,” my attention shifted to one of those megalarge TVs. 
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Dan Baizer Oct. '08 Print E-mail
MV-ROD

I like loyalty. Well, okay, it depends on how long that kind of commitment is required. I mean, what if you just don’t want to stick with something any longer? Is there a penalty for being this type of traitor? After all, is nothing sacred? If you show flexibility in your choices, are you “flip-flopping” like a presidential candidate, and if so, is that a bad thing? Let’s face it, forever (as Yogi Berra allegedly said) is a very long time.

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Dan Baizer Nov. '08 Print E-mail
Enthusiasts By Any Name

I’d prefer that title (“enthusiast”) for me and my associates, when described by others.  Not “bikers,” although many naïve persons use the b-word ignorantly.  But at least when misapplying the b-word, they do it enthusiastically.  Sort of a “lose-lose” situation, if I may be permitted here to bastardize yet another sickening euphemism for polar opposites feeling good about something, in the spirit of togetherness.  What if I don’t like being called a “biker,” even if it’s done in a positive tone by a wayward idiot?  What if I really don’t want to “make lemons when given lemonade?”

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Doesn’t the phrase, “that reminds me of…” remind you of something? It reminds me of geezers. Now that I am geezerfied, I am reminded of how, as motorcyclists, our collective memory depends heavily on sensory symbols. You know – things that remind us of, well, things. Or events, places, people, and of course, other things.
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