That Old Drive-In Theater


Hey, BRI fans, here’s a special shout out from Uncle John and Mrs. Uncle John to those of you who haven’t gotten around to voting yet today: Go on, vote—you’ll like it! It makes your breath smell better, aids digestion, takes the aches and pains out of your feet and legs, and makes people think you’re a bit more handsome and pretty than usual. It really, really does.
File this story under “amazing”:
When the ball hits the bat, the radio announcer exclaims that it’s sailing far. Dean Du Plessis’ acute sense of hearing and his eavesdropping on other commentators helps him overcome the fact that he is blind, producing a delivery so polished that most listeners are unaware that he can’t see.
Mr Du Plessis hears the power and direction of the hit. He listens to the speed and spin of the ball, along with the players’ exertions and their cries of elation or frustration. He senses the excitement – or otherwise – of the play on the cricket field and collates the scores with a computer-like memory.

On Monday, Kimberly-Clark, one of the world’s biggest makers of household paper products, will begin testing Scott Naturals Tube-Free toilet paper at Walmart and Sam’s Club stores throughout the Northeast. If sales take off, it may introduce the line nationally and globally — and even consider adapting the technology into its paper towel brands.
No, the holes in the rolls aren’t perfectly round. But they do fit over TP spindles and come with this promise: Even the last piece of toilet paper will be usable — without glue stuck on it.
Why, you might ask, are they doing this?
The 17 billion toilet paper tubes produced annually in the USA account for 160 million pounds of trash, according to Kimberly-Clark estimates, and could stretch more than a million miles placed end-to-end.
Not bad, eh?
Hey Northeast BRI fans:
It is time for another giveaway and since Halloween is around the corner, we want to hear about your costume choices. Tell us on the Blog/Facebook/Twitter what you are dressing up as this weekend and be entered in a random drawing to win a copy of the brand new Uncle John’s Heavy Duty Bathroom Reader. If you are not dressing up, tell us your kid’s or pet’s costume.
You have till Sunday, midnight PST. We will announce the winner on Monday.
You have till Sunday, midnight PST. We will announce the winner on Monday.
In our little forested enclave here in Southern Oregon it’s been a day and more of vicious gusts of October winds. The skies are filled with rivers of colorful leaves. Beautiful. Made us think of a song by Yusuf—Cat Stevens—Islam. This video is from 2007, from a Paris concert, and he sounds just like he did back in the day:

When you’re done—you can use it to wipe! (Ew. Sorry.)
BRI fan Geoff Moulton sends us this story from the “Dumb Crook With Really Bad Luck” file:
The woman who owned the flat had left for the south of France before the Second World War and never returned.
But when she died recently aged 91, experts were tasked with drawing up an inventory of her possessions […]
Entering the untouched, cobweb-filled flat in Paris’ 9th arrondissement, one expert said it was like stumbling into the castle of Sleeping Beauty, where time had stood still since 1900.

Today, President Obama held a White House Summit on Community Colleges:

Please list your own bad listening habits in the comments.
Most people know that one of the keys to success in relationships is good listening.
Experts tell us to use “active” listening, “I messages,” and open-ended questions. Articles urge us to stop talking when someone speaks, to use our body language effectively to encourage the other guy, and to work to understand what is meant as well as what is said. We’ve been told that men are from Mars and women are from Venus and we’ve been taught how to translate the gender languages. Yet despite all that, developing good listening skills continues to be a challenge for some people.
1. Lousy listeners are attending to other things when you are speaking. Proud of their ability to multitask, they continue to scan the newspaper, pick up the living room, text, or clean their desk while being addressed. An occasional ‘uh-huh’ is supposed to cue you that, really, they are with you. They’re not — or at least not totally. Their mind is distracted. Chances are they miss important pieces of your message — even if they protest that they don’t.
The Americans made a heck of a comeback today, and it came down to the final holes of the finals singles match—but the European team held on for the win – 14-1/2 to 13-1/2. Congrats, Europe, and well played, Americans. What a tournament.
If you’re wondering who Ryder is and why everyone seems to want his cup—we did the history in Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader Tee’s Off on Golf (page 223).
Here’s an excerpt:
Brits and Yanks
The Ryder Cup is the biennial competition between the best professional American and European golfers. They play for no prize money, but simply for the chance to win the cup, which they then get to keep for two years. Its popularity has gone up and down through the decades, but reached a new high in the 1990s, thanks to some excellent play—and a growing rivalry between the two teams.

Is there a word for how a song can, once rattling along in your head, suddenly become another song? It keeps happening to me—maybe it’s an age thing? This morning I woke up with this in my head:
Shoo fly, don’t bother me / Shoo fly, don’t bother me / Shoo fly, don’t bother me — and dance by the light of the moon.
For those of you not familiar with ancient Americana songs, that’s a nonsensical combination of lyrics from “Shoo Fly, Don’t Bother Me,” and “Buffalo Gals.” It’s happened in a hundred different ways. Once it was this:
Holy cow, this 40-minute film, featuring songs from Neil’s new album, Le Noise, just went up yesterday, premiering for free on YouTube. Neil Young—nobody like him. We’ve watched several minutes so far, and, wow. Really, wow.
We’re hard at work here on Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader Tunes Into TV – and we just came across this blast from the past. Anyone out there remember Winky Dink and You?