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Earlier this week, it was announced that ABC was canceling “Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.” The final episodes will air in January. And this made me deeply sad.

The show is cheesier than the aggregate of all of Wisconsin, it is corporate and sponsored out the wazoo, and it is heavily edited and storyline-manipulated within an inch of its life. But I love it very much because, as a parent, it has facilitated some amazing conversations between my children and I that wouldn’t have happened otherwise.

For several years now, it has been the Sunday night routine at my house that we sit down to watch “the build-a-house show” as we call it, myself and my nine-year-old son and my six-year-old daughter.  We “oooh” and “aahh” at all the moments everybody else does once the (Diamond Coach, yes, branding) bus has been moved. We talk about the things that would go into our dream house, and would you look how pretty that bedroom is, and oh my gosh, are you kidding me, that kid has got a climbing wall in his room now?

But leading up to that is something more important. The show, for us, has been an opportunity to talk about and explore empathy. It’s been an entry point for my kids and I to discuss the many ways we are fortunate, to talk about the struggles that lots of people have that we are fortunate not to have.

We have talked about our good health when the show chronicles a child with some debilitating illness that makes their current house a deathtrap. We talk about how grateful we are to be together when the show focuses on a family that has been split apart for one reason or another. We talk about how blessed we are to have a home that is a blessing rather than a curse.

You can try to explain to kids that they are better off than many other people and therefore should be grateful – just ask any parent who has attempted that “starving kids in China” routine. You can tell them just how lucky they are, and you will exhaust yourself, because only a tiny bit of what you are telling them will get through. (They’re not that different from us adults, in that they’re much more likely to focus on what they don’t have rather than what they do. It appears to be the default position on the switch of human emotion.)

But despite its relentless ad placement and goofball tone, this show has for years given us a real-world barometer for those conversations. It has humanized pain, suffering, guilt, regret – and along with those, compassion, hope, love and kindness – in a simple way that child and parent alike can understand. And talk about.

For all those reasons, I will miss it dearly.

This is one of my favorite songs from one of my very favorite bands, the amazing Glasvegas. Dumb-lucked upon this just now – I did not realize how many videos the band has made. Compelling stuff.

(There is some profanity in this song – and most of their songs, for that matter – but to be honest the guy’s accent is so thick you probably won’t even notice.)

I love me some whimsical and wacky Amazon reviews, so I don’t know why I never thought to look here: Check out this solid gold review of the New Testament of the King James Bible:

For those of you who don’t know, this is God’s second novel after the Old Testament. It’s a marked improvement, in my opinion. He got rid of a lot of his previous angst and scorn, and has really begun to show some of the maturity present in his later works. He’s become a much more loving and kind God, and, noticeably, he doesn’t throw nearly as many tantrums as he did in the first book.

That said, there is still vast room for improvement. Plot wise, there isn’t really much suspense, and the story can be incredibly repetitive. In like four chapters, he just rewords the same basic story over and over again. To top that off, he puts those chapters one right after the other. Like we wouldn’t notice! I like the whole Jesus character, but let’s face it, the whole good guy martyr thing has been done before. There was no need to devote so much of the book to that guy.

I got to spend about 13 minutes on the phone with the great Barry Manilow today, discussing, among other things, his new concept album “15 Minutes.” Listen for bits and pieces of this interview to show up on my morning show on WFPK over the next week.

Salient takeaway for hardcore Manilow fans: He tells me his next record will likely be a sequel to his first jazz album, the great “2 AM: Paradise Cafe.”

For the last few months, my family has enjoyed a wonderful new tradition: Totally Taco Tuesdays. Tacos! Every Tuesday! Set your clock by it, no matter how bad things have been, if it’s Tuesday, you know there are tacos waiting for you at the end of the day. Monday? Hang in there. Tacos are less than 48 hours away. You can do this.

Tacos might just be nature’s most perfect food – a swirling confluence of corn, flour, protein, fat, cheese, some requisite vegetable and all of it tied together by the fact that you have to pick it up and eat it with your hand. It’s primal and sophisticated and carnal and, if you’ve done your job right when seasoning the filling, it tastes damn good.

But allowing myself to plummet down the Totally Taco Tuesday rabbit hole also caused me to come face to face with a hard reality: I thought I had tasted a great crunchy taco, but I hadn’t. read more…

My family and I, we love us some Target. Go there all the time! And spend a lot of money on each and every visit, too.

I love almost everything about Target, but there is one thing this company consistently does that pisses me off. It is this:

What’s that on the very bottom row of the DVD shelf? Only some of the most graphically violent movies in recent years. Movies like “Saw” and “Hostel” not only took the in-movie savagery to new extremes, they upped the ante on their box art, too.

This is not an isolated incident, but something I’ve seen on virtually every Target visit in dozens of different locations in different states: Deeply disturbing, violent imagery, right down at toddler level. In this particular case, if you’re looking at these DVDs and make a 180-degree turn, you’re just a handful of steps away from the Legos.

I’m not a prude. I watch horror movies as much as anybody else. But please, Target, at least put them on the top shelf so little kids don’t have to mentally process the severed heads and feet and god knows what else.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my life and my role within it and my influence upon the people around me, and I’ve got a few thoughts that I felt I should set down tonight.

Most people, if they are being honest, spend at least a little bit of time wondering how they will be remembered. Be honest now, and raise your hand if you’ve never imagined what people might say at your funeral. (No hands up? Didn’t think so.) We all want to believe that we will be remembered with fondness, and there is nothing wrong with that.

But for every Edison or Jefferson or Paine, individuals whose lives and actions influence millions, there are millions more who influence only those few around them, and by proxy, those few influenced by their immediate inner circle. We are, most of us, like the pebble that hits the water and creates a small ripple, one that cascades out into ever-slightly-larger circles.

This thought of ripples is on my mind, and I think it is worthy of a deeper consideration.

“Sail away, away. Ripples never come back.” – Genesis, “Ripples”

So it is easy to focus on the people that make big splashes, the people that patent a hundred different inventions or create blockbuster movies or find the cures to cancers. But those people are so few and far between, relative to the size of the overall population, that they are almost statistically irrelevant.

Much more important are the people doing small things but doing them everyday, small things that add up little by little, action by action – good or bad. Hopefully, good.

This is where my mind turns lately. The ripples that I am creating with each thing that I do. This is what is on my mind.

There are people who create positive ripples. They get up and take care of themselves, they take care of their families, they are kind, they extend gratitude and generosity and genuineness wherever they are able. These are each small things, but they ripple outward, and a generation later, they will spawn similar actions by an untold number of people – some family, some friends, some strangers touched in an impossible-to-predict way.

Then there are the people who create negative ripples. The twenty-something asshole who gets a girl pregnant, then is never heard from again. The thirty-something monster who raises a hand (or, god forbid, some other part of himself) to his children. The forty-something who just gives up. These things are ripples, too, and they too spawn similar unpleasantness down the line: the abandoned child who believes this is how fathers are supposed to act, the abused child who turns around and does the same, the brother or sister or friend or lover who says “This is all too much, and none of it is worth it.”

And so it cascades out, until it (again, hopefully) collides with an equal and opposite force.

This is life, then. It’s not any one great heroic act, the kind you’d see in the movies. It’s not any triumphant gesture that will make the crowd go wild and the president pin a medal on your chest.

It’s the cumulative effect of all of the positive ripples, fighting it out with all of the negative ripples, trying to make the world a place that doesn’t suck to live in.

What did you do today?

So for New Year’s Eve, our big year-end countdown was the Top 100 songs of the year. Lots of fun, all spread out over a 12-hour programming day.

Fortunately for me, music director Kyle Meredith sucks at math, because we ended up with two spare hours once the 100 were spread out. Kyle being the good guy he is, came to me and said, “Here’s my gift to you – do whatever you want with those two hours. No rules.”

So here’s how I used those hours, which were two of the funnest hours (for me, at least) in my 15-odd years of broadcasting: read more…