Her questions, my answers:
1. Did you have a hard time coming up with questions for me?
Not really. Sometimes when meeting people online I’d sent them a little questionnaire in order to try and learn something about them. I’m in favor of anything of anything that reveals or illuminates or helps me to understand or be understood. I look forward to your answers!
2. Do you have a favorite possession? What is it? How did you get it? etc...
I’d say of all my possessions, my CD collection is my favorite. I didn’t buy a CD player until the early 90’s and now I think I own close to 800 discs. I love music, probably more than anything else. I listen to a wide range of styles and enjoy discussing it and discovering new songs and artists. Of all the things I own, my music gives me the greatest pleasure and joy.
3. What was your motivation for joining Blogger Insider?
I thought it would be a good way to meet/learn about people. I’m lucky that I have a tight-knit group of friends, but sometimes I encounter people whose outlook is so different than mine that it causes me to reexamine my views. And generally, that is a good thing.
4. How do feel about time? Is it passing you by or do you have it securely in a head-lock?
Well, since this is the last day of the year, time is something that’s been on my mind quite a bit. I don’t feel it’s passing me by, but I am starting to notice the gray hairs that are popping up more frequently. In some ways I wonder if the opportunity to follow my dreams is diminished. I wonder if I’ll ever meet my soul mate or get married and have kids. On the other hand, I’ve always been a person who liked to march to his own drum, so if these things never come about then perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. I think you can always find ways to happy, no matter where you are in life. As I approach 35, I think I’m in a good frame of mind and that’s what most important to me.
5. What would you like to be placed in your coffin when you die?
I really, really don’t want to be buried in a coffin. The idea of lying in a cold box in the cold ground for eternity fills me with dread. Of course, I won’t care then. But I’d really rather not.
6. If you don't want to be buried in a coffin, how and where do you want to be laid to rest?
Ideally, I’d like to be cremated and have my ashes scattered. I can’t really think of where right now. Discovery Park or the Arboretum or Lake Washington comes to mind.
7. What is the best thing about your partner (romantic)? If you don't have someone, what is the best thing about your imaginary partner?
I don’t have a romantic partner. I’m workin’ on it, though! My imaginary partner is someone who loves, trusts and supports me. She is someone who floors me with her inner and outer beauty. She is someone who understands me (as much as anyone can be understood) and is full of surprises and is someone I can learn things from. Tall order, huh?
8. Do you have acquaintances that you don't actually like yet hang around with them anyway? If yes, why? Do you think you will ever let them know that you can't stand their company?
I’m pretty bad at pretending to like people I dislike. It comes out, one way or another. I either put up a wall or don’t make any effort to get to know them. More often than not, this is something that usually happens in work-type situations. Very rarely do I encounter people in my personal life that I dislike…I guess I’ve been lucky.
9. What is one word that would describe your home?
10. What pattern/picture is on your desktop?
I have a comic from Penny Arcade. I love the last bit about Christ returning and saying “My Dad is going to be so mad at you guys, I’m not kidding!”
11. Would you or have you done dirty work for romantic partners? Examples: killing dreaded insects, cleaning up post-party vomit, sending letter bombs, etc... (just joking about the vomit) What was it and how did they get you to do it?
I have done dirty work for romantic partners. Changed tires in the rain, gone for gas in the snow, cleaned up puke, etc. I usually don’t have a problem with these things unless they were brought on by sheer stupidity or if they severely and unnecessarily inconvenience me. I try to live by the “golden rule” AND I’m a Leo, so reciprocation is a big deal to me.
You can read my questions and Tuesday's responses here.
I know, I know. I wasn't supposed to post until next year. But the preparations for the Heaven and Hell Ball went so well that I don't need to go down there today. (Which is funny considering we were ready to kill each other a couple of times!) More or less, I'll be helping Aaron manage the stages and enjoying the party. I will take picures and post them in the slideshow. As you can see, there are already some up from the first day of set up.
I'm on the clean-up crew as well, so I'll probably be busy for the next couple of days. We'll see.
We have a lot riding on the party tonight, we break even if 600 attend but we have capacity for 2000!
Anyway, I know that this was supposed to be a crappy year and war, terrorism, the loss of civil liberties and a lousy economy are nothing to sneeze at. But, the first half of 2001 was pretty good-for me at least. And I still got to visit London and Zurich and most of friends are healthy and happy. There's always room for hope! So let's continue to look for those silver linings in '02, alright?!
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!!
I'm so sick of being sick. Ah needs tae get oot n see mah mates, eh? Ah'm gettin' stir crazy, gooin' aboot the hoose spraffin' tae meself inna Scottish accent!
Its time to change my bedding, my clothes, clean my room and get my dub set ready for Thursday. I guess I should get some groceries while I'm at it, 'cause there is nothing to eat here in the house!
I guess you could say I've recovered!
I'd like to thank those who saw me through this difficult time: Frito, Adam, Stu, Laurie, Tabitha, Maria (who called to check in on me yesterday), Tom Waits, The American Music Club, The Fugees, Funkadelic, Les Baxter (Cherry Pink, Apple Blossom White is the shiznit!), Anne Rice, MTV2, the late Bill Hicks and yes-you, dear reader.
I put some of the pictures I took on the weekend up, hope you like 'em. This will be my last post until after the New Year. I gotta get myself cleaned up real good so that I can embrace 2002 without worrying about my breath!
Rereading my posts over the last year, I realize I've been holding back when posting here. Maybe a bit too polite and careful. I've decided that if this thing is going to be a record of my thoughts and activities both online and in the RW, then its time I really crack open my cranium and let it all hang out!
My friend Nikki used to say to me, "I'd give anything for five minutes in that head of yours!"
Well girl-friend, be careful what you wish for!
See y'all next year!
I'm glad that most of my family here are Jehovah's Witnesses, I'm not under any pressure to do "family stuff" or get into the spirit of a holiday that means nothing to this agnostic. I started reading Anne Rice's "Memnoch the Devil" (heh. I swiped it from Heidi) and I'm enjoying my relative isolation.
I've spent some time checking out people's "top ten" lists and figured I'd submit mine.
Sooo, my top ten for the year 2001:
1. Weezer - "The Green Album" Modern Power Pop for Modern Power People!
2. David Lynch's "Muholland Drive". The most enjoyable DL movie yet-without a G rating, that is.
3. Scott Walker, introduced to me via a mix tape then expanded on by buying "Boy Child 67-70" and his first 4 solo albums.
4. "Alias" on ABC. I never get tired of seeing girls kick ass! (Plus, I'm sick of the increasing lameness of "The X-Files")
5. Frito. A hell of a good guy and a great roommate (and no-I'm not kissing ass!)
6. My friends. They get me through, they give me love...my true family!
7. B'Austin at I-Spy 8/15. Got to see a project come to fruition and I was happy to see it delighted and thrilled a lot of people!
8. Clive Barker's "Imajica". Reread this year. Due to previous impatience I missed a great story. I didn't miss a thing this time!
9. Fuse Ball 2/3/01. The NSC threw a great party!
10. London and Zurich. I got to visit old friends, see things I'd only read about and bond with my goddaughter!
My new favorite song:
(Keith Richards/Tom Waits)
Well there's one thing you can't lose
It's that feel
Your pants, your shirt, your shoes
But not that feel.
You can throw it out in the rain
You can whip it like a dog
You can chop it down like an old dead tree
You can always see it
When you're coming into town
Once you hang it on the wall
You can never take it down
But there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
You can pawn your watch and chain
But not that feel
It always comes and finds you
It will always hear you cry
I cross my wooden leg
And I swear on my glass eye
It will never leave you high and dry
Never leave you loose
It's harder to get rid of than tattoos
But there's one thing you can't do
Is lose that feel
You can throw it off a bridge
You can lose it in a fire
You can leave it at the altar
But it will make you out a liar
You can fall down in the street
You can leave it in the lurch
Well you say that it's gospel
But I know that it's only church
And there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
It's that feel
As usual, Heidi's mom made a ton of food and it was really nice & cozy. I wish I'd been feeling better, I definately would've eaten more!
Since Heidi was going to stay at her parents overnight, I decided to catch a ride back to Bremerton with Chad and Patty. I crashed over at their place and then caught the 1PM ferry home. It was a brilliantly beautiful day today. The mountains were out and I took some pictures, which I'll post here as soon as I can.
OK...I'm going back to bed. I'm getting better, but I still need sleep.
My plan was to attend the NSC meeting for the Heaven and Hell Ball, but I didn't have the energy. I felt better after eating dinner, so I went downtown to meet Stu and Miriam for the 10PM showing of Lord of the Rings.
Having never read the books I don't have the fanboy mentality of some people I know, (*cough* Jason) but I thought it was a fairly good movie. That's all I have to say about it really. I'm a Philistine. So sue me!
El Stu (leaving the bathroom after watching LOTR): "I had to drain the Hobbit. Good thing I didn't have to take an Orc."
Frito is gone again, although he hasn't actually left town. The airline overbooked his flight, he volunteered to fly out tomorrow instead and got put up in a hotel in SeaTac for his trouble. He's a lot more patient than I am. I hate to travel in the first place and view any delays or alterations in my plans a personal affront!
Anyway, I still feel a little icky-so I better dress really warm and take my black ass to bed. G'nite!
Why were we there? Well, it was Nantini's birthday and I'll never pass up the chance to bask in her beauty! After all, she inspired the name for me and Frito's electronic band, Thai Girls From Texas.
Frito got home from his stint in Kentucky around 7PM. He brought back several bottles of Maker's Mark that he got to seal in wax at the distillery. He suggested we meet Nantini and her bunch down at Toi, this chi-chi joint downtown. Frito and I scootered down and bellied up to the bar. There was a rumor that Bill Gates was in the house.
(Ever wonder how I keep winding up at all these posh joints? Its not my fault. Somehow, my friends became "grownups" and "professionals". It's not like I dress up for these things-or front. Really! Ask anybody who knows me!)
Anyway, we had some drinks (which were pretty good, btw) and got caught up while Nantini and her friends ate. Then Sean, Trish, Shelly, Annie and I went over to Bada.
During the course of the evening, I discovered that Annie is a big Mark Eitzel fan. She's so cool! We all got to talking about about what album the Dialectics of Rock (the rock cover band I'm in) should do next. At the end of the evening we left singing Smith's songs...
Tomorrow is El Stu's birthday! I have an NSC meeting at 7, then we're going to hook up and watch Lord Of The Rings!
HAPPY 36TH BERFDAY, BUDDY!!!
(via ABCnews) Whoa! This is big. I don't know enough about his case to have an opinion but Mumia sure has a lot of allies. Even though the first-degree murder conviction stands, he lives to fight another day. More info about him can be found here.
From Yahoo News:
Monday December 17 11:59 AM ET
Former Big Country Frontman Dies at 43
LONDON (Reuters) - The former lead singer of 1980s headlining Scottish rock group Big Country has been found dead in a hotel room, his manager said Monday.
Stuart Adamson, 43, who had global hits in the 1980s, was found dead in Hawaii Sunday, his manager Ian Grant said.
"I have just lost one of the finest people I have ever worked with or been lucky enough to know,'' Grant said in a statement released on his official Web site.
He was not immediately available to comment on the cause of death.
"Stuart Adamson was found dead in a hotel room in Hawaii yesterday,'' Grant said. "I have no more news other than that at present.''
British media reported that Adamson had been fighting alcoholism.
Big Country's guitar-driven formula helped them to a string of British hits in the 1980s, including "In a Big Country'' and ''Fields of Fire.''
The band sold more than 10 million records, had seven hit albums and 17 top 30 singles in the United Kingdom, the group's publicist said.
Adamson left the public eye and moved to the United States in the late 1990s after the hits dried up.
He sparked widespread press speculation over his health in November 1999 when he failed to turn up for a UK concert supporting Canadian singer Bryan Adams.
Born in Manchester in northwest England and brought up in Scotland, Adamson's early career began in Fife, Scotland, in the 1970s when he formed punk band The Skids.
He went on to form Big Country in the early 1980s.
The band earned two Grammy Award nominations for the 1983 album "The Crossing'' and went on to tour with the Rolling Stones.
It's not like I knew him. But I do remember the goosebumps his music gave me as a (not so) wee teenager back in the day. I own two albums and an EP.
Maybe some of you whipper-snappers don't remember, but Big Country had a very distinct guitar sound (they used e-bows to make the guitars sound like bagpipes!) and one of the most explosive drummers in rock!
Every time you hear about something like this, it's like you lose a tiny little piece of yourself...I'm gonna dig out my Big Country albums and play 'em really loud in Mr. Adamson's honor today. May he rest in peace.
Friday was also Matt D.'s birthday and since El Stu's is on Wednesday, it was decided to combine the two. The gang met at The Baltic Room for Aaron's Happy Hour set, then we went up to Piecora's Pizza for dinner. Then Laurie, Stu, Louise, Ji-Huyn and I went to Belltown to the Bada Lounge (that new joint that opened up in Belltown-I think I mentioned it a while ago) where some friends had gathered for a holiday toast. I got there a little ahead of everyone (scooters don't require much by way of parking) and watched the beautiful people try to get in. It was fascinating! All these young yuppies standing out in the cold-and it was cold, lemmetellya. All of them secure & worthy, yakking on cellphones, the guys confidently assuring their girlfriends-who weren't dressed for the weather-that they'd get in.
Actually, I heard several hipsters leaving the place, complaning about the service. One stunningly gorgeous woman said that she'd been asked to leave because she'd spilled a drink...she seemed genuinely hurt! Ah, well.
Anyway, once everyone got there we decided to go to the Lava Lounge instead. We hung out until about 1AM then headed home.
On Saturday, I went to band practice. After I got home, I had every intention of staying in, but Anna and Crystal's new clothing store, The Pretty Parlour was having its grand opening! So I hooked up with A-da-mu and we hit the scene. One word: Wall-to-Wall Beautiful Women! In fine frocks! Floormatt was on the 1 & the 2 and the place was packed.
Anna and her friends were a blur of color and motion, changing dresses and dancing in the windows! I drank some Budweiser and champagne, smoked some cigs with Adam and basically felt like bull in a very funky china shop...but it was all good.
The ride home was interesting with the wind and rain kicking up to 20+ MPH, I got home around 12:30.
I met my beloved Heidi and her sister Creedence for lunch today. Karen is threatening to come over (though she was supposed to call almost a half hour ago). Joined the Seattle Bloggers community (via voxmachina, via Slightly North of Tomorrow) today, they seem like nice folks.
Light night, I hopped on the scoot and went to Meetspace at Consolidated Works. Stu, Rob and James were all down there, twiddling knobs and manipulating sounds and images. Imagine one of K.K. Null's ambient excursions with rave visuals and you sorta get the idea.
I'm watching Hamid Karzai on CNN. What a badass!! He's like something out a spy movie. If he blows it as the interim leader of Afghanistan (and I really hope he doesn't), then he should get into show business. (Hey, it could've revived Boutrous-Boutrous Ghali's career...)
And speaking of Egyptians (or rather Egypt)...I'm now watching "Women Pharaohs" on Discovery...gotta go.
Sunday was Maria's 24th birthday and after much struggle, strife and hardship (I won't go into it here-but it goes along the lines of "leading a horse tae fookin' water and makin' her bloody well drink") we got her to the Hotel Monaco for a little party. We went through several bottles of wine, dessert ordered via room service and the fruits of a Jack-In-The-Box run. I left sometime around 4AM, after just about everyone there climbed into the huge tub/jacuzzi thingy in the bathroom.
I spent some of the day researching how to best go about painting my scooter. I'm hoping to get everything I need and start sometime in the next month or so. I'm not sure what colors I should pick...Like most simple creatures, I like bright shiny things and primary colors-though I've been thinking about metallic burgandy & midnight blue. Two-tone? I dunno. If you've got any suggestions, drop me a line.
Also rooted around for sites on paleogeography, something I've always been curious about...which led to a site about trilobites.
Went down to the Rose Club Cafe in the 'hood' to have lunch and celebrate Tess' last day there. Met Louise downtown to see Ocean's 11. What a great flick! Soderburgh is a genius. Great acting all around, excellent script, minimum cheesiness. Even Julia Roberts (whose rise to fame and fortune confounds me to no end) is tolerable. A must-see!! 5 stars!!!
My only regret is not staying until the credits ended-I just know I missed something!
Afterwards, Louise and I head up to Bauhaus for some coffee and kill some time while waiting for Happy Hour at The Baltic Room to start. We discuss architecture, the movie, her dog, gossip and try to figure out the plan for the evening. Tess joins us, fresh off her old job with a week to kill before starting her new one!
Louise bails to run some errands and Tess and I head over to the Baltic to listen to Aaron spin some downtempo and trip-hop.
Matt, Leslie, Tim, Kim, Laurie and J-Justice are in the house and we hang out, dancin', drinkin' and talkin'! Love is in the air, Laurie also got a new job after two years of struggle, she's reaching the light at the end of the tunnel!
Louise returns from her errands and she and I, along with Laurie, J-Justice decide to head to Belltown to check out Planet Pop at 2nd Avenue Pizza. We get a few slices and talk with one of the guys from Spaceboat.tv, then meet Tess and Aaron at some swanky new club (whose name escapes me). As I arrive, I see about dozen people queued up outside but notice the place is half empty! Immediately turned off by such lame pretension we decided to get a drink at Brasa. Its an expensive yuppie joint, but at least they'll let you in!
Me: Dood, Nate Dogg's album just dropped-its about fuckin' time!
Aaron: For reals. Is there any project he's associated with that ain't the shit?!
Me: Ah, I don't care for that track he did with Ludacris...but everything else is tha bomb!
Aaron (deadly serious): You're not shittin' me are you?!
A-da-mu shows up shortly after we arrive. After a round and some dessert we decide to return to the funky safety of Capitol Hill. While waiting for everyone to get to Ristorante Machiavelli, I head a couple of doors down to The Baltic Room to check out Jambalaya, the Friday night live music event. The place is packed...uncomfortably so.
Everyone is groovin and looking fab, but I'm feeling clausterphobic and I gotta bail. So I say "Hello" to Tim (who's working the exit door) and head back to Machiavelli. Adam is there and the others arrive soon after. We belly up to the bar and proceed to order Lemon Drops all around. Tess is feeling no pain, but she has every reason to be happy after a rough six months of employment worries! Sean and Trish come in, as does Christo, Pete, Davis from Maktub, Shawn Smith (Pigeonhed, Brad, Satchel) and Free-dazed from a Gun St. Girls performance. Free is shooting a video for Sean, Trish and Adam's band, The Guest Stars. So they were tossing around goofy ideas for the shoot.
By now its getting close to closing time. So I pay for my one drink, say goodbye to everyone and head out into night, steeling myself for the cold ride home...
Get this: In the dream it's night and I'm floating in Elliott Bay with several people I don't know. There's a really cute girl who looks a exactly like Theresa, this woman I used to work with, 'cept she's brunette in the dream and blond in real life.
What's even weirder is that I have a fear of deep water. I would sooner attempt to walk through Death Valley with no water than swim in Puget Sound, The Pacific, etc. Yet, in the dream, I'm calm-enjoying myself even.
Like I said, in the dream it's night and the stars are blazing brightly overhead, as are the lights from downtown Seattle. The water is calm and it seems to be a warm night. There are about 5-7 of us. "Theresa" is the only female and we males circle her, treading water and trying to gain her attention. "Theresa" is a bit of an airhead, it seems. I see an opening and take a chance, engaging her in conversation for quite awhile. Then some other fella comes along and I feel my grip on her slip away.
Mildly frustrated and somewhat resigned to losing, I allow myself to sink below the suface, going down about 15 feet. There's an abnormal amount of light, visibility is good. I can see stalks of seaweed and a few fish. I'm not straining for air. I'm serene. Just floating...
Then I realize I'm dreaming and wake up.
Not much happening around here. After putting it off for a couple of weeks, I finally got my butt down to Big People Scooters and got my clutch fixed. I love my scooter a little more with every ride! There's nothing like zipping along at 30-40 MPH with the wind on yr face and the roar (and she does roar) of the motor in your ears! Now I'm all ready for my first rally-Yule Scoot Seven on Saturday and Sunday!
Alas, poor Frito is leaving for Kentucky tomorrow, he got drafted to work at a Amazon.com distribution center out in the sticks-he'll be stuck there until the 18th...probably get some "away-team' nookie", tho' (*snicker*).
This afternoon, Tabitha and I will be hooking up to hit the Annie Leibovitz: Women exhibit at SAM, then back to SOUL HEAVEN for this and this!
If I were a work of art, I would be Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa.
I am extremely popular and widely known. Although unassuming and unpretentious, my enigmatic smile has charmed millions. I am a mystery, able to be appreciated from afar, but ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing.
Which work of art would you be? The Art Test
Uh. Yeah...I didn't make that up, folks. (via George)
clem snide - the dairy queen
magnetic fields - i don't believe in the sun
spain - every time i try
everything but the girl - hatfield 1980
elvis costello - indoor fireworks
the blue nile - tinseltown in the rain
madredeus - guitarra
national skyline - karolina
p.j. harvey - this is love
morrissey - now my heart is full
juno - the young influentials
hothouse flowers - thing of beauty
kristen vigard - god give me strength
pedro the lion - letter from a concerned follower
elf power - o what a beautiful dream
brook benton - rainy night in georgia
the clash - every little bit hurts
low - will the night
swans - god damn the sun
three mile pilot - the longest day
the church - laughing
tuxedomoon - in a manner of speaking
sebadoh - too pure
tom robinson - war baby
scott walker - epilogue (the war is over)
don dixon - praying mantis
dancehall crashers - i don't wanna behave
wynonie harris - there's no substitute for love
lena lovich - new toy
deep sensation - soul heaven
brand new heavies - people get ready
dukes of stratosphere - little lighthouse
matthew sweet - divine intervention
talking heads - cities
wynonie harris - i get a thrill
twilight circus dub sound system - horsie
weezer - getchoo
buzzcocks - i don't mind
She gave me a lift home and got to check out SOUL HEAVEN (SGC!) and meet Frito (he was working in Europe when I was dating her). We have plans to kick it Friday...I have no idea what she has in mind. So...we'll see!
Frito and I were visited by our good friend Tabitha. I made a pot of chicken soup and a salad and she brought some bread. We ate and watched "Friends" and "Will & Grace".
Don't worry! Frito and I will be back to WWF Smackdown! next week.
I find the cultural differences fascinating...and OK, I admit it-the women on the show are really cute! (Especially Kyun Mi Ri who plays
Choi Youngju (Jaeyup's wife) and Kim Chae Yun who plays Suh Miyun (Mia's sister))
I came across this site which helps to explain various elements of Korean dramas.
According to the KoreanWiz site, the Tender Hearts ended its run in Korea on October 26. Bummer...
If this article doesn't give you pause, I suggest you read it again.
I'm meeting my ex-girlfriend for sushi in Fremont this evening. She's quite brilliant, she speaks several languages and loves to travel. I both admire and hate her ability to tack and jibe with her moods. We've been on fairly friendly terms over the last few months, phoning and emailing each other. As always, we crack each other up and there's a genuine warmth and attraction there. The problem is that we can't seem to build on it, make it into something more than is. Its frustrating, like being trapped in cage and straining to be free, but knowing that if you ever get out you'll die. I have several theories about our relationship, but none of them quite fit all the way. So, I remain curious about her, needing to interact with her in an effort to understand my instincts which have served me quite well in most situations. But I am adrift here. Am I completely wrong about her? Or am I right?!
Of course, this has been an ongoing thing. And since the answer has never been clear, we've hurt each other several times, seeming always out of sync. So we've gotten more cautious over time, yet still drawn to one another. You would think that would be the sign of true love...or morbid fascination. But what's the difference between the two anyway?
Thankfully, my friends haven't given me any shit over it. I think they see the attraction as purely sexual...but its more than that. She just 'smells' right. Always has. I've only had three or four major crushes in my life, but with only one other exception, I have never pursued anyone like her. She once told me that she chases me too, that she needs something from me but doesn't know what it is.
Anyway, I don't really know why I decided to post this. I guess its a way of thinking out loud.
Tonight will be fine, I'm sure.
Saturday, November 17, 2001
i just want to quickly say that i totally love all y'all - even you haters out there - and i am praying my ass off that mullah omar's mutterings about the total decimation of america are scare tactics and not based on any tangible reality. however, one thing that is certifiably true is that SOMEONE out there who hates America is in possession of weaponized anthrax and the will to use it.
i was at a party in san francisco last night and asked a random bunch of smart people if they knew what they would do if plague did happen to get unleashed in their city. they had no clue, none whatsoever. shouldn't it be our government's responsibility to disseminate this information? unfortunately, our multitrillion dollar "defense department" has never given a rat's ass about DEFENSE. it's an OFFENSE department; it knows how to bomb other nations, but not to protect our own people.
so i advise each and every one of you to take it upon yourselves to brainstorm a plan of action in case the shit hits the fan, OK. don't be fooled like the rest of America that waving a flag will protect you and yours in the event of catastrophe. FIGURE OUT EXACTLY WHAT YOU WILL DO; where you will go, how you will get there, who you must round up, what you need to bring along. This is not something that experts can do for you. This planning you must undertake yourselves; without it, i can't see how you're able to sleep at night.
But don't be reassured by your television and newspapers into believing that everything is going to be all right just because the Taliban are retreating. I hate to say it, but I honestly doubt everything is ever going to be all right ever again. As the sticker says, "survive somehow". Good luck everyone.
Oh yeah, and listen to the White Stripes.
On Friday, Frito got up and whipped up an Armenian dish (Keufteh) for Orphan's Thanksgiving-the traditional dinner held the day after the 'Official Thanksgiving' but is important because I'm surrounded by people I choose to be with and not out of any familial obligation. I was going to try and make baked pears, but then the selection at Safeway was piss poor and I really couldn't think of anything else. So I grabbed the apple pie Frito and I had leftover and we scootered over to Matt and Leslie's cozy little on Capitol Hill.
Dinner was amazing! Turkey, stuffing, cornbread, rolls, beets, roasted carrots and parsnips, Keufteh, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, blanched asparagus with peanut sauce, stuffed mushroom caps, apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, this chocolate/meringue pie whose name escapes me and tons of wine and beer! After eating, we beached ourselves in the living room and listened to music and yakked. When I could finally move, I bailed for home around midnight.
Saturday? Nothing too special. Band practice and later on I met Stu, Adam and Trip at the Baltic Room for LOVECATS. I wore a black polo shirt and skinny tie...hey, its 80's music!
I drank 5 tequila sunrises and barely caught a buzz...musta been all the food I've eaten over the last couple of days. The ride home was fun though! I'm getting more comfortable on the scooter and being in traffic.
So...what am I thankful for this year? Well, most of all my friends. Is nice to be surrounded by so many wonderful people. After the 9/11 attack, when it looked like the world as we knew it was over, they provided a sense of continuity. I rely on them for many things: love, intellectual stimulation, belly laughs, good times, encouragement and helping me keep my head on straight. I'm also thankful that I live in a country were I can get my swerve on without getting hassled by the Man. (We'll see if this changes). I'm thankful that I have my health (more or less...these grey hairs that keep popping up are pissin' me off, though) and that despite all that's going on, there is still room to be optimistic about the future.
That was Lemmy.
I'm sure there was some backstory but its escapes me...oh, well.
So guess what I'm crankin' now?!
James, Laurie, Maria, Matt D., Leslie, J. Justice, Wyoming, Tim, Adam, Marjan, Kento, Plastiq Phantom, Carla and Eduardo were all in the house, along with a few of the SIL2K ensamble players, past and present. Some of these folks I haven't seen in awhile or haven't had a chance to talk to, so it was good to get all caught up.
Tomorrow night, Stu and the SIL2K ensamble are providing the music for Meetspace, a multimedia thingy at Consolidated Works, which you can watch online at Spaceboat T.V.
I'm having a hard time believing its almost Thanksgiving-though I'm happy its here. Frito and I are gonna BBQ, have some friends over and then spin some records with DJ Free at his final edition of PORNSTAR down at Nation/I-Spy. I go grocery shopping Wednesday. I'm totally psyched! Of course, Friday is the real event-Orphan's Thanksgivingat Matt and Leslie's!
Saw "Waking Life" with Stu on Friday night. I really liked it, even though it wasn't what I was prepared to see: Slacker with a straightforward philosophical bent. The movie reminded me of the many, many boozy BS sessions I've had with my friends over the years. I thought the pacing was a little slow so I grew impatient during the last 30 minutes or so.
Later, we went to Barca for a friend's birthday party. Stu and I were talking to the Canadian woman we know about the Seattle's proposed light rail system and monorail, Afghanistan and the stereotype of the Ugly American...heady stuff, I know...I went home around midnight.
Band practice Saturday. I rode my scooter-it was gorgeous out! Then Frito and I met his friends, Will, Ginelle, Lars and Lakshmi for dinner at Ohana.
Then we went to Georgetown for the Heroes and Villains Party from which I've just returned, ears ringing and stinking of cigarettes. The party was a benefit for Stronghold. From their press release:
Stronghold was created in response to the extremely limited availability of artist live/work space in Seattle. Changes in the economy and its attendant factors consistently push artists out of urban centers. In order to combat this process, Stronghold proposes to build a "fortress" for the arts community through the acquisition
of property. Stronghold seeks to create a working model that can weather gentrification when it hits a developing area. This is accomplished by fostering ownership of live/work space by artists, rather than by developers and landlords . . .
A small window of opportunity exists for Stronghold to secure a space in Georgetown and implement it's plan to help the art community flourish and stave off the effects of a changing economy. When this plan succeeds, it will serve as a model for other arts communities to gain ownership of property within their own neighborhoods.
The event was held at Jem Studios and drew appoximately 400-500 people-most of them in costume. I wore my lucador mask and Frito wore his pajamas with a silk robe and called himself "Hef"-he was both hero and villain-depending on how you look at it. There were DJ's, fire dancers, a drum corps, sculptures, paintings and projections...pretty dang cool. Most of the gang showed up and now that I have returned home and to the ground (so to speak), I can I had a rilly good time. Hopefully, some pictures will surface.
Later today, Frito and I are planning to go the the Silver Fork-a popular neighborhood restaurant. Nothin' like eggs, sausage, pancakes, coffee and gospel music to git one goin' on a Sunday morning. (hmm...maybe I'll get a 'Soul Burger'-100% beef patty topped with bacon, lettuce, tomato and a hot link-instead!)
I think emotions are like water in a shallow dish, sometimes they spill out and go where you don't want or expect them to. I can't really say why the fight happened, aside from me feeling a tad insecure and covering it with passive-agressive behavior...and her being really defensive. All I can say is that it's several months later and I'm happy we're in each other's orbit again. We're both going through some changes, maybe it helped. We had nothing to lose and plenty of time to think. I missed her terribly-despite putting up a blase front.
Anyway, we've pledged to be kinder and to make more of an effort to communicate our needs.
It's nice to start over.
Announcement: SIL2K @ I-Spy is no more. Long Live SIL2K!
This coming Monday's show will be the last SIL2K show at I-Spy. I don't know if it's the economy or what but audiences have been pretty thin lately. It's been quite a run though. We expected it to go about 2 months and somehow it's gone 2 years, longer than most weekly series of any type of music on any night anywhere in the city.
SIL2K started as an Ensemble that performed at On The Board's 12 Minutes Max. Soon after that in January of 2000, SIL2K began it's split personality of being both a weekly night of experimental music at I-Spy and an Ensemble dedicated to devising improvisational strategies for music making. SIL2K will continue on in the latter capacity.
Over the last 2 years, we've hosted such International artists as DJ Spooky, The Ruins, Francisco Lopez, Kaffe Matthews, Kim Cascone, The Grandmothers, Takagi Masakatsu, Saadet Turkoz, Bran(...)Pos, The Art Cheerleaders, Clocked OUT, Daniele Brusaschetto, Ernesto Diaz-Infante, Holz Fur Europa, Kid Lucky, Knotty Ensemble, Magic Sleep, Moonbabies, Mayuko Hino, Come Winter, Philip Gayle, Chris Forsyth, Boris Hauf, Jack Wright, Toshi Makihara, and Trummerflora Collective.
And we've featured local heroes Amy Denio, Dennis Rea, Stuart Dempster, Bill Horist, Wally Shoup, The Degenerate Art Ensemble, PAN, Climax Golden Twins, Disjunkt, Entropic Advance, Eyvind Kang, Fred Chalenor, inBOIL, Intonarumori, Jeff Greinke, Jessica Lurie, Mount Analog, Plastiq Phantom, Rick Bishop, Reuben Radding, Reggie Watts, Rollerball, Sinister Kitchen, Solenoid, Evan Schiller, 2-Up Technologies and many others.
We've had some crazy shows what with the fire performances of Thermogenesis and multi-media pieces by Tripod, Detonator Beth, PAN, A.Frequency, King Leah, Sparrowform and the SFADI dance benefit.
Over this time, The SIL2K Ensemble has played John Zorn's "Cobra", Terry Riley's "In C" and Jim Knodle's "Tiny Boxes". And we've written and premiered 13 of our own improv pieces: Broadcast, Pallettes, Pulse/Impulse, AlgoRhythm, Interchange, Hold Music, GO/VAPid, Caged, Concord, Graffika, #4, Instant Score and Notebook.
I'd like to thank I-Spy for their patience and support over the last 2 years. No major club in Seattle has shown this kind of support for OUT music since the demise of the OK Hotel.
I'd like to thank my comrade in arms, Tim Rhodes for barnstorming the doors of I-Spy, brainstorming our approach and creating the visual look of SIL2K, what with ads, posters, video and all. And thank James Drage, who has taken over that role with video mixing, posters, T-Shirts and the website. Thank you Aaron Cayko for MC'ing, being the virtual voice of SIL2K for the year 2001. Past thank-yous to Robert Henson and Annie Fanning for press releases and media attacks, Kate Widdows for many a poster, Carl Farrow for band leading and CD artwork, Jason Justice and Aaron Lewis for booking DJs and ambient artists in the Lounge, and Jesse Canterbury, Matt Duss and Seth Howard for postering the city with our propaganda. And thanks to the 50+ musicians who at one time or another played in that amorphous entity that is the SIL2K Ensemble. And thanks to Julian, Chris and Paul for engineering sound and putting up with the craziest demands in instrumentation we could throw at them.
So what is in store for SIL2K?
Well, first of all there is the final show at I-Spy, Monday Nov. 19. Come down and celebrate 2 years of bent music with a night of beatboxing, Dub and DJ's. Maybe I'll even buy a cake or something.
11/19/2001 Monday 9:00 pm
SIL2K @ I-Spy - Lobot, Otha Major, Manalive vs. MissKick
SIL2K is also providing music for Meetspace at Consolidated Works:
Tuesdays at Consolidated Works through January 8 8:00-10:00
Meetspace at Consolidated Works
500 Boren Ave N (Boren & Republican)
A interactive multimedia collaboration between Spaceboat TV and SIL2K
You can watch/listen to this performance on-line at www.spaceboat.tv
The SIL2K Ensemble will continue to play around town. We have 5 new improv/game pieces to demonstrate and perform at EMP's Demo Lab Saturday Dec. 1st.
12/1/2001 Saturday 3:00-5:00 pm
@ EMP Demo Lab (free with admission)
The SIL2K Ensemble plays Stuart McLeod's "Hold Music" & "AlgoRhythm", Carl Farrow's "400 Balloons" & "Turrets", Heather Vergotis's "#4", Jesse Canterbury's "Ratios" and Kevin Goldsmith's "Pointillism".
This list will continue to tell you about TransAtlantic IceFloe shows. The next one is at Rebar:
12/4/2001 Tuesday 10:30 pm
@ Rebar transAtlantic iceFloe (Robert Henson, Kevin Goldsmith, Stuart McLeod)
This list will continue to tell you about the adventures of the New Style Collective. Started by members of SIL2K, The New Style Collective is dedicated to throwing large scale benefits for non-profits. Informally they produced last year's Night of Musical Games (a benefit for the Tentacle) and Fuseball (a benefit for the Fuse Foundation). Formally, they threw this Halloween's Troll-a-Go-Go (a benefit for the Freemont Arts Council) and are preparing to throw the New Year's Heaven & Hell Party for Consolidated Works.
But what should be done about spreading the seeds of adventurous music?
1. Go to Cognitive Dissidents, every Tuesday at Coffee Messiah 8:00 (free)
Ffej hosts the only weekly experimental series left in Seattle at the Coffee Messiah (1554 E. Olive Way, Capitol Hill, Seattle WA)
Support your friends shows and get them to come to yours. Promote your shows with press releases, posters, flyers and e-mail lists. Let people know what's up!
2. Support The Tentacle, THE paper and on-line magazine for creative music.
Read on-line at: http://www.tentacle.org/index.html
Subscribe to the weekly e-mail at email@example.com
Contact The Tentacle about volunteering. Help distribute copies around town. Leave copies in clubs, Doctor's offices, on buses, at your friend's house.
3. Buy your music at Wall of Sound Records, THE store in Seattle for OUT music.
2237 2nd Ave in Belltown
4. Start your own OUT music night!
All it takes is a little dedication and a vision of what can be. No one would have guess that we could do this (and for two years!) until we tried it. You'd be amazed the impact YOU could make in the music scene if you put your mind to it!
The 2K in SIL2K stands for the entire Millennium not just the year 2000. Because we are for a music that pushes forward into the future, despite the weekly's obsession with the retrograde music of Neo-Grunge.
There is a lot of creative music and art going on in this town, all you have to do is find it.
The heart of SIL2K lives on in each of you.
Bummer-it's the end of an era. I went to SIL2K a lot last year and haven't been since The Ruins gig back during the spring.
I just got off the phone with Stu and he's cool with the demise of the weekly SIL2K. He's writing music, performing with his band(s) and keeping busy. He said attendence had dwindled and he was thinking about ending it anyway. Ah well. Even though I was on the fringes of that scene, I met some interesting people and saw some cool shows...
Save your money for Ocean's 11. At least that movie looks like its going to be a hoot!
Its been raining steadily over the last few days and it looks like it will until the weekend. *sigh* Makes you just wanna stay in...
On the other hand, I got an email today from my estranged friend. We're going to meet tomorrow evening and try to get our differences straightened out.
Wish us luck?
Hadda nice weekend. I went to band practice and heard some of Seth's (drums) solo stuff, which was amazing. Tess and Aaron's party on Saturday night was a quiet, intimate affair which was just what I needed. We sat around the fireplace and enjoyed the warmth. Aaron, Ryan and J. Justice spun some downtempo. I rode home sometime around 5AM and spent most of Sunday chillin'. Scott seems to be slowly recovering from his weekend in NYC...poor guy. I know how he feels.
I think hope can be a help and a hurt, depending on what you're hoping for. As much as I long for a meaningful relationship, I can't help but feel that everything is only temporary-and the longer you stick with something and let yourself relax, the bigger the hole that gets left when its gone. Sadly, its easier to remember the negative things.
Speaking of relationships, I had a falling-out with a friend a few months back and the last few times I've seen her, we've been friendly. She actually told me that she missed me and that she wasn't mad and that what we'd had was a disagreement, which is what friends do. While I believe that to be true, we both said some hurtful things and I'd like to have a face to face; so that if we are going to be pals, this won't happen again. I take this stuff seriously (Its been suggested that I take it too seriously-but hey, you know whose got your back when the chips are down, right?!) and I don't want to go through this again. So, if you're reading this and you know who I'm talking about-please have her drop me line so we can get this out of the way and get on with our lives.
I can't believe we're halfway through November already. Matt and Leslie will be hosting our annual Orphan's Thanksgiving this year. Usually held on the day after Thanksgiving, its a tradition started by Matt after moving out to Seattle from New York. Its the time that my 'Chosen Family' gets together and spends an evening hanging out, eating a lot of fabulous food and enjoying each others company. I'm bringing a dessert!
I'm not sure if its official but (to my surprise) it looks like Greg Nickels will be Seattle's next mayor. I guess the city isn't as screwed up as I thought it was!
There's a Heroes and Villains costume party this weekend. I just ordered a mask from Archie McPhee, I'm going as a luchador-El Stacio!!
Progress on the novel continues, I'm pretty sure I won't be done by the end of the month-which is why I didn't sign up for NaNoWriMo...Its a wise man that knows his limitations. Heh...
A new mayor will be decided sometime this week. Projections say its going to be too close to call until the absentee ballots get counted.
Greg Nickels is the lesser of the two evils in this case, but I have a feeling he'll lose because he's perceived as being "a nice guy", which, IMHO what was wrong with the last mayor. However, he is quite popular with Seattle's traditional lefties.
His opponent, Mark Sidran, comes across as being a lot more decisive, which I think is what the public wants in these troubled times. In his years as City Attorney, Sidran seemed unafraid to make enemies and pushed several controversial laws on the books, some of which were struck down as unconstitutional. Yet, he seems to be quite popular with the Law and Order crowd, who believe that the sole purpose of city government and law enforcement is to make the streets safe for shopping.
I've been paying a moderate amount of attention to the campaign and I'm reminded of a documentary I saw on Richard Nixon (who will be dug up and shot, when the revolution comes) and how he said there was a 'silent majority' that supported the war in Vietnam and how it was these people that allowed him to ignore the protests and demonstrations against it.
Seattle has a similar 'silent majority', (although I'm not sure they're the majority) these are the folks who have lots of money and/or property (or would like to) who think that panhandlers and the homeless should be rounded up and shipped to someplace far away. These people never question our institutions here, unless they stand in the way of some cash being made.
I'm curious to how this will turn out in the face of Boeing leaving, the dot.com crash, recession, war and terrorism, recession and the general lowering of expectations. Its all tied together, y'know.
I'm heading out for band practice soon and after I get back, I'm going to clean house and work on my novel.
I could tell that it was going to be a good party from the number of people who kept showing up, asking us when the doors were going to open. Tim looked a little tired and stressed, but I could see he felt it too. Around 9, I heard the sounds of drumbeats as the procession coming from Trollo'ween made its way down the street. There were dozens of people in costume and I ran out side to get a few pictures (which I will put up as soon as we get our home server going again.) The Cabiri started their performance outside in the parking lot as people started lining up at the door. The DJ's On Strike boys were in the house, so I grabbed one of their signs and joined them outside, yelling "DJ's on Strike!" and "What do we want? DJ's!, When do we want them? Now!" and "Down with Live Music!" then they took the stage for some weird-ass mutant cut & paste laptop jazz. Their set got hijacked by some guys wearing 'Scab DJ' shirts...pretty funny.
Since I was part of the crew, I had access to the backstage where a couple of kegs of Red Hook were kept in reserve for us. I got pretty plastered, but cooled it knowing that I was going to have to ride home on my scooter. Since I didn't care for Hicky or Kulture Shock I mostly ran around, talking to friends and taking pictures until DJ Free hit the stage and spun soul, R&B and Funk. Stu, Verity and I danced for the entire set. I got home around 3:30AM.
Frito wasn't feeling so hot last night and I was pretty tired, but since I'd promised to help clean up, I hopped on Pearl (my scoot) and went back out to Fremont. I stayed until 6 or so, then came home. I was planning to see sub_sonic tonight, but just didn't have the energy.
I'm sleeping in tomorrow. Frito is off to New York to visit some friends for the weekend so have the whole place to myself!
BTW-the helmet FINALLY ARRIVED!!
I roll out of the rack this morning and realize three things. One-National Novel Writing Month doesn't start until November. Two-Its Chad's Birthday. Three-My helmet has not arrived.
I shuffle downstairs and check my tracking...what's this?! It says a delivery was attempted and refused! And that the package is being returned to the sender! Guddammit...
I call UPS and ask them what the hell is going on. The Customer Service rep informs me that a delivery was attempted on Friday (?!!!) night at 6PM and that the package was refused. Uh, I was home around six on Friday and nobody tried to deliver nuttin' here. And nobody refused no delivery neither!
I'm pissed, and the CS rep is apologizing but not really offering me any way to indemnify me for all this shite. I can't really yell at her anyway, so email the shipper and tell them to forget it. For all the hassle, I could've gone someplace in town and enjoyed some instant gratification.
Then I hop on my scoot and I'm off to the Fremont UNconventional Center to help set up for Troll A Go Go.
Man, coming home tonight was so awesome. blasting along Lake Washington Blvd. smelling the leaves and feeling the cold night air on my face. My shifting is getting better too!
Anyways, I got an email from the helmet company. They're sending the helmet back overnight-FOR FREE! WhooHoo!
Hopefully UPS gets it right this time...
BTW-HAPPY 29TH CHAD!!
Either I'm getting sick, staying up too late too often or just getting old, but I felt like crap yesterday. I had no energy whatsoever. I was supposed to help out in Fremont for the Troll A Go Go, but just didn't have the gas. Sorry guys. Frito didn't get home until 5:30 or so on Saturday night and he wasn't rarin' to go either.
So, we spent most of the day on the couch...and we were visited by a friend who was kind enough to show me her neither regions (Twice! Without me askin'!) as we soaked in the hot tub. Later we ordered pizza and watched 'Brazil'.
I didn't sign up for the National Novel Writing Month but I'm gonna try it anyway. I'm going for a 'Cities of the Red Night' meets 'Mad Max' type feel. I'll start as soon as get up tomorrow. Wish me luck!
I mentioned here a couple of days ago that I'd bought a scooter AND what I needed next was a helmet big enought to fit my big-ass head. So I ordered one Next Day Air from a company in Florida. Guess what? It failed to show up the next day. Or the day after that, dammit. Needless to say, I was steamed. I called UPS and asked them what happened. Apparently, my package 'stalled out' (their term) somewhere in Kentucky on 25th-the day it was supposed to be delivered. I don't understand-aren't packages marked NEXT DAY AIR given some sort of priority? Didn't it occur to someone at UPS that a customer willing to pay $30 (THIRTY!) for shipping REALLY, REALLY, REALLY wants his shit the next day?! And as a result, I can't ride my new scooter. Once again I am thwarted....my effin' middle name.
But I digress.
Frito and I had scrambled egg sammiches for breakfast, Amy B. came over and as 1PM drew near, I threw on some gear and left the bass I was going to sell out for Frito so he could handle the transaction and headed down to Rainier to catch a bus. I missed my connecting bus by mere seconds and had to wait 30 minutes for the next one.
I know there was a Harley-Davidson shop downtown so figured I'd mosey on down there and see if I could find a cheap helmet-'cause who knows when the other one is going to turn up. Alas, the store had moved.
I got to the practice space in Wallingford and we had a pretty good time kickin' out the jams. Matt and I caught a bus downtown. I decided to go up to Capitol Hill to see if I can find a helmet the Honda dealership on Pine Street and Summit-but alas, thery were closed.
I caught a bus back downtown and stopped for some Pud See Eew at a noodle joint in Westlake Center. Now I'm in a foul mood 'cause both my car and Frito's aren't running and the thought of going all the home to Mt. Baker and then back downtown on the bus is a depressing one. Don't get me wrong. I love mass transit. Used it for years and thought I'd never buy a car. But eventually I got tired of the bums, the weirdos, the loud, the ignorant, the unruly teenagers and the fact that taking the bus increases the amount of time it takes to go somewhere threefold. Plus, where I live, the bus that stops in front of the house stops running around 6PM, which means that if you want to go somewhere after 6PM, you gotta walk the 3/4 of mile or so down to Rainier Ave. to catch a bus there. I was ready to throw in the towel when some fool challenged the bus driver to a fight on the way home.
So hopefully that explains why I was bent out of shape about the helmet.
After I got home, I decided to trim off the dreads-I could go on about that, but won't-(they'll be back, tho') and see if I the helmet Dante had given me would fit. It did, but just barely. Not the safest thing, I know-but dammit, this meant the difference between me blowing everything off and stay home to sulk or me going out seeing my friends and having a good time.
So I clamped that puppy on my head real good-like and Frito and I hit the road. I learned the shifting bits pretty quickly (which surprised me-I can't drive a stick) and while I stalled out a couple of times and made a few mistakes, I made it to the party. Which was a loud, crowded, raucous affair-btw. I got to see some friends that I hadn't seen for months and actually one I hadn't for years. Larry, a former next-door-neighbor from 10 years ago recognized me and reintroduced himself...man, that was cool!
The ride home was even better. Passing through the International District (Seattle's *ahem* "Chinatown"), an young asian guy complemented me on my scooter! I made it home in good time, even though it was super foggy in the Rainier Valley.
I called Frito and told him a made it home OK...Its 4AM and he's still out there.
Enough yakkin'-time fer bed!
James, Ryan, Adam, J-Justice, Lori, Maria, Free, Kento, Summer, Marjan (back from Puerto Rico and looking especially gorgeous), Sean, Trish, Ji Huyn, Louise, Stu, Tim, Sy, Aaron and a few others were in the house-making it a full-on family affair. I quaffed a several Vodka Collins and danced to 70 funk until close.
I'm considering signing on for NaNoWriMo this year, maybe finally getting that sci-fi novel I've been yakkin' about out there. I'm intimidated by the 50,000 word requirement but it would be a nice thing to try, dont you think? George is going for it. I wish him luck and I hope he realizes that now I'm going to pester him for a copy when its done.
Well, its officially Friday and The Weekend. I'm supposed to hook up with Matt and maybe Seth to jam again. We're talking about putting out an EP as soon as possible.
I really hope our efforts bear fruit.
Until next time, do like The Meters-and keep strechin' your rubber band!
Later on, Dante came over with my new scooter! That's right folks, I'm now a proud owner of a 1980 P200e Vespa. She needs a little paint but the motor is strong and I look forward to bombing around town on it as soon as my helmet arrives! (Like, tomorrow!)
It was Neil C.'s birthday yesterday and so Paula threw a little party for him at her studio space. It was a hoot, especially when AnnaBanana showed up in her tap outfit and sang 'Happy Birthday' to the birthday boy. Paul, Neil, Summer, her roommate Mary and Alec, Dan and Shelly kept exchanging wigs and clothes all night. We went upstairs to Barca and closed the place. I came home via taxi.
Its cold and gray out today. Perfect for staying in, reading and listening to The Church.
"The war on terrorism took a strange and sad turn Friday as airline officials at O'Hare International Airport refused to let a 73-year-old grandmotherboard her plane. She had in her possession two, six-inch knitting needles. Airport officials expressed concern that she might knit an Afghan."
All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back
I don't want to batter you to your feet and knees and elbows
When I'm kneeling like a candle at the foot of my own bed
Corresponding disasters every night on the TV
Sickening reality keeps gripping me in its guts
All my friends talk and joke and laugh about Armageddon
But like a nightmare it's still waiting there at the end of every day
from 'War Baby' by Tom Robinson
The last couple of days have been uneventful. Frito was home Wednesday and Thursday 'cause he was sick. So we hung out. Yesterday, Tim came over and he and I went to Boeing Surplus to pick up a huge roll of black felt which we are going to use to decorate the Fremont Unconventional Center for the Troll A Go Go. We looked around the place, a huge warehouse out in Kent and saw some cool stuff. I picked up three wooden boxes that measured about 5 inches by 6 inches. I don't know what I'm going use them for, but they sure look cool! And I grabbed a nylon tool bag, which is about the right size to hold my paintball guns.
Later on, I went to the Elysian to meet Matt and Adde, a drummer who answered our ad. I think we may jam with her sometime next week. When I asked her what kind of music she was into she said, "Loud." How cool is that?!
Still later, Matt and I went down to Barca. I hadn't been in for a month and I wanted to see how having the hard stuff had changed the place. Laurie, Kathy, Milkana and some of their friends were there having a 'ladies night'. I sat at the bar with Matt and Sy and talked about books, writing, etc. Tim, Maria and Scott came in later as did most of the 'regulars'. It was a good night. The drinks were decent. Michelle and Liz (the Betty and Veronica of bartenders in my feeble mind) were as cool, stylish and beautiful as ever and I was happy. Jeff gave me a ride home.
Today, I've got a few errands to run, then I'm meeting Patty at the docks around 5 to catch the passenger only ferry to Bremerton. I'm going to hang out with Patty and Chad this weekend, watch Starblazers and visit with Heidi and her parents on Saturday. Hopefully, Heidi's brother Jason will show up-I haven't seen him in a couple of years.
After that, the three of us headed to the Crocodile Cafe to see Mark Eitzel perform at a benefit for Groundwork, an organization that helps poor countries grow food. Apparently October 16 is World Food Day. Huh. Everyday is Food Day at my house!
Anyway, Marc Olsen and Christy McWilson opened up. I'm not normally a fan of Alt-Country (Clem Snide being my one exception) but I enjoyed both sets. Mark Eitzel was playing solo and appeared to be in a good mood, although calling his humor self-deprecating would be a gross understatement. He played for about an hour, even though he kept claiming from the second song that the next would be his last one. He even made an encore, playing 'Blue and Grey Shirt', song that's choked me up on more than one occasion.
Stu showed up just before the Eitzel's set and was kind enough to give me a ride home, sparing me the hassle of either taking a bus or a cab.
Once I got home, I installed Windows XP on my machine. (Thanks Chad!!) I gotta tell ya, it shore is purty...
Oy! Lookkatthetime! I better hit the hay!
This morning Scott made us pancakes and coffee then we did some recording on a project he's working on. We got all inspired after reading some articles in MC2 magazine about building beats with any sound. Very soon we'll schedule a 'Production Day' to record samples, found sounds, etc.
I'm supposed to start rehearsing with Matt and Adam (?) hopefully sometime this week. This new band will be kicking out power pop and garage rock jams that Matt and I used to play (along with Stu and Andrew) in the Visitors. Hopefully, we'll find an audience this time! I'm going to attempt to post a couple of Visitor's mp3's here, so check 'em out and tell me what you think, 'K?
Free came by today. He asked me if I wanted to help him shoot some footage for a Plastiq Phantom project he's working on. So we went to Alki and I staggered about acting like the Frankenstein Monster (tho' dressed hipper-erk!). I had a hard time staying in character, mostly cause I was in a funny mood and was a little self-conscious knowing that people could see us from the street.
After finishing up there we drove over to Seward Park and that session went a little easier, although I poked a nasty hole in my palm crashing through some trees. The scene ended with me smashing a pumpkin and smearing the guts all over my face (Hey-it doesn't have to make sense, it Art!)
Came home and played my new game Operation Flashpoint and then went downtown to meet Stu, Karen and Neil for the new David Lynch movie Mulholland Drive. I really liked the movie, tho' you could tell it was a pilot for TV. The audience seemed to enjoy the little "Lynchisms" in the movie, convoluted plot, stillted dialogue, all-out weirdness, etc. Going to a Lynch film is a bit of an event in our little group, we get to argue about what the movies are actually 'about'. (These are the schools of thought: 1.) They don't mean anything, they're just 'moving pictures' and 2.) The movies is actually 'about something' and 3.) What that 'something' actually is.)
Anyway, I probably liked this movie more than anything I've seen since 'Wild At Heart' (quit rolling yr eyes!) and so if you're in the mood to pay good money to be mind-fucked, I wholeheartedly recommend it. So there.
Later on...today, Frito and I will be helping Dan move into his new house and even later on a bunch of us will be attending a 'singles party' hosted by some woman named Heather. I don't know why I'm psyched about this but I am. I doubt I'll meet anyone that's interested in dating me, but I wouldn't mind meeting some new people. There's a lot of changes going on right now and with me being unemployed, the holidays coming up and uncertainty about the future looming, I say 'Fuggit', bring it on-I don't care any-more. I can't control these things so I might as well embrace them and see where this wild ride takes me. I covered a lot of ground so far this year and there's still a lot to do and see...so...we're doing and seein'!!
(I have a feeling however, that this party is going to wind up like those awful Jr. High School dances where you wind up talking to your friends all night. Maybe getting liquored up will smooth things out a bit. We're prefunctioning here at SOUL HEAVEN, y'know.)
Wish us luck, y'all-we're gonna need it!
One thing I'll never forget was going outside on Saturday night. Most of the cabins were dark and quiet and as I walked from the Blakely cabin to Peapod to get some CD's, there was the moon, hanging just over the trees to the West with a huge wispy halo around it...beautiful.
The weekend was wonderful. I feel much more relaxed and rested now. Things are slowly falling into place. The only things that mar an otherwise perfect weekend was the fact that the hot tubs weren't working properly and the news that bombing had begun in Afganistan.
I've just gotten the pictures back from the London and Zurich trip. I'm setting up a slideshow, but since the files will be hosted off the Musicserver, I have no idea how fast they'll load-so don't be surprised to see a few tweaks.
I will be gone until Sunday night. I hope your weekend is as pleasant and restful as mine! (Hot Springs! Sauna!! WhooHoo!!)
Hey George! Let's chat when I get back, mon!
(Not that I'm complanining or anything)
I think Janet is gonna have to do a video butt-nekkid to top that one...
I met my beloved Heidi and her sister for lunch today downtown at the Mall. After we parted ways I went downstairs to the "Metro Level" for an eye exam and to get replacements. The exam went quickly. I filled out some forms. The nurse ran some tests and then turned me over to the doctor, a short, trim and jovial Asian man.
I told him I wanted glasses, but he said that since I hadn't worn them in years it wouldn't be good for my eyes. He also said that I should stick with gas permiable lenses since that's what I've always worn. He didn't exactly make fun of me but he did let me know that my eyes are pretty lousy. "I've seen a lot worse than yours", he said.
After sticking my face in a couple machines he told me that he was going to fit me with soft contacts until the GP lenses were ready. Then he handed me off to another nurse. She gave me the lenses and showed me how to put them in and take 'em out again. Soft lenses are bigger than what I'm used to. And then I got a look at myself in the mirror...
If you're ever had your prescription 'tuned-up' you know it takes a little while to get used to. Glancing in the mirror, I almost jumped back from shock! I could see every pore, bump and blemish. Jeez! I'm no prize, but when did I get so ugly?!
"Wow", I managed to mutter. "That's quite a difference..."
The doc poked his head in the doorway. "Yup! And the Gas Permiable lenses will be even sharper!!"
(My goodness! I thought the man looked like a barracuda!)
I paid and they told me they'd call when the GPs were ready.
I bailed out of the Mall, making a concentrated effort not to catch sight of myself in a mirror. With my powerful new peepers, I could see every stone in the sidewalk, determine the color of nail polish on a woman's toes from a block away...fascinating. Is this what people with normal vision see?
As I got to my bus stop on Second Avenue in an area where people with money do there best to ignore those who don't, I stood there mesmerized but trying not to stare. Where did all these ugly people come from? Why does everyone look so tense? How come I never noticed this before??
I went inside the Nordstrom Rack to get shielding from the bright day and the disturbing reality I'd been exposed to, but I couldn't find any sunglasses I liked. So I gritted my teeth and retreated to the safety of my basement. Stopping only to look in the bathroom (a source of horror in its own right) mirror until I was more or less OK with my face again.
I'm glad I don't have to squint like Popeye at my monitor anymore, but I'm REALLY dreading that phone call...
Fremont Arts Council’s Troll-a-go-go:
The ONLY Halloween Party You Should Go To
The Fremont Arts Council is returning to its hedonistic roots by presenting the 2001 Troll-a-go-go, an All Hallows Eve Pagan Festival and Masquerade Ball, on Wednesday October 31st, 2001, at 9 p.m., at the Fremont Unconventional Centre, in Fremont. This ethereal haunted lovefest is being produced in conjunction with the New Style Collective, the people who brought you last year’s FuseBall. Troll-a-go-go tickets can be purchased by calling the Fremont Arts Council at (206) 547-7440.
Troll-a-go-go will feature: musical performances by Kultur Shock, DJ Free and rockabilly upstarts Hicky; fire and trapeze by The Cabiri; belly dancing by Raqs Halim; a rare performance by the shadowy electronica protest group, DJs on Strike; and installation art by Fremont artists from the Arts Council and the Foundry.
The 2001 Troll-a-go-go is a fundraising benefit for the Fremont Arts Council. All proceeds will go to sustain the critical work of the Fremont Arts Council, which works to strengthen and diversify the Seattle community through promotion of the creative process and free artistic expression. This year’s Troll-a-go-go represents the Fremont Arts Council’s ongoing interest in reaching out to the next generation of Fremonsters.
Still energized from the success of last year’s FuseBall, co-organizers the New Style Collective are glad to be putting their hip, young and eclectic brand on this time-honored All Hallows Eve celebration.
For more ticketing information about the Fremont Arts Council’s 2001 Troll-a-go-go, call the Fremont Arts Council at (206) 547-7440. Troll-a-go-go tickets are priced as follows: $10 in advance; $15 at the door ($12 in costume). The 2001 Troll-a-go-go is an age 21 and over event. A variety of scrumptious concessions including beer and wine will be served. The Fremont UNconventional Centre is located at 160 N. Canal Street, across the street from the Redhook Ales Brewery in Fremont.
Eyes, Ears & Memes, NSC & SIL2K
New Style Collective / Strategic Improv Laboratories