Dunno about you, but I think I call BULLSHIT on this war. The "evidence" does not warrant the deaths of thousands. The Bush admistration has painted itself in a corner and looks more corrupt and foolish by the day. I hope America will find its conscience and do the right thing.


More changes on the Western Front. After five weeks, Julia and I are calling it quits. She came over for dinner tonight and the vibes (which have been off for awhile) were not right. I called her after she got home and although we both still care very much about one another, we both had to admit that it wasn't working. I can credit Julia with making me feel desirable, sexy and wanted. She said I was the first guy she's ever been this excited about...ah, well. I remember how thrilled I was during those first weeks. She asked me if it was possible to be friends because she still wants me in her life. I thought about it and think it's do-able.
I really enjoy her company and still will, though in a different context.
I'm not sad or bummed out. It's more a feeling of relief, now that we're not trying so hard to make all the pieces fit anymore. There are still some things I need to do and when everything is right, I'll meet that special person. Until then...


It's time to move up friends...

For Sale:

1980 Piaggio P200e Vespa scooter. Cream color with green undercoat. 14K.
Could use a paint job, a few dings on the cowls. Neutral light doesn't work.
Engine rebuilt August 2001. New Bitubo Shocks & springs put on in May. New wheels, mirrors. Oil changed every other month. Solid ride. VERY reliable!

$2,200. OBO...serious inquires only.


From the "OK, You Asked For It Department:"

Julia: Aren't ya gonna blog about our slow dance and how I was jones'n for your spike to stand up?

Me: Uh....

So my buddy Jason (Heidi's younger brother) married his long-time (and long-suffering) girlfriend Jenny this Sunday. I hadn't seen him or Heidi or their parents in quite some time and I was psyched for Julia to meet everyone. Jennifer and the twins were in the house and Robert, Patty & Chad were there. It was a pretty romantic setting-a city-owner manor house in Issaquah. Chad and I pitied the wedding DJ, until he proudly announced that it was his 1,400th wedding. I guess musical masochism is valid...
My lady friend was turning heads in a lovely scoop-necked, green brocade dress. She was in high spirits, as was I (aided by spirits! heh) and it was nice getting gently mauled on the dance floor. (Yah, TMI-but she started it!)

Otherwise, not much to report. I'm off 'image probation' at work (my term for it) which makes me feel good, my boss thinks I'm pretty talented! I'm making dinner for J., then going to work. Hopefully, the weekend will offer some fun. I believe Bugz In The Attic are going to be at Nation on Friday...but I think I'm stayin' in! We'll see.


Nothing like riding home on a clear night with La Lune shining bright and full in the sky. I noticed how cold it is lately with the approach of the autumnal equinox and I think of all the groovy times that lay ahead as we pass into the "dark" part of the year. I've hear several people say, "Y'know, we've had a good summer (it was a little late getting started) but I'm really looking forward to fall and winter."
Heh. Only in Seattle!
Me, I loved the ride tonight. I had the streets to myself (I'd gone to BONAFIDE! to do a little dancin' & drinkin') and I loved the wind on my face and the smell of sugar in the air as I passed the Dunkin' Donuts secret baking facility on Rainier Avenue.
My weekend ends in about 15 hours. Until then, I will play Morrowind, sleep, make dinner for and watch a movie with a friend and then head into wharf.

Things continue. They change and intrigue...


One day, while sailing the Seven Seas, Captain Bravo's lookout spotted a pirate ship. The crew became frantic! Captain Bravo bellowed, "Bring me my red shirt!" The first mate quickly retrieved the captain's red shirt, and while wearing the brightly colored frock, the Captain led his crew into battle and defeated the pirates. That evening, all the men sat around on the deck recounting the day's triumph. One of them asked the captain, "Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before battle?" The captain replied, "If I had been wounded in the attack, the shirt would not have shown my blood. Thus, you men would continue to fight, unafraid." All of the men sat and marveled at both the courage and intelligence of such a manly man's man. As dawn came the next morning, the lookout spotted not one, not two, but TEN pirate ships approaching! The crew stared in worshipful silence at the captain and waited for his usual brilliant orders. Captain Bravo gazed with steely eyes upon the vast armada arrayed against his ship, and
without fear, turned and shouted, "Get me my brown pants!"

This caused me to giggle for at least five minutes...thanks Jay.



The last week has been like the weather on the plains in summer. Sun breaks, wild and violent storms, blistering heat, numbing cold. I think I lost my mind a couple of times but I managed to maintain a positive attitude. Things are better now, my relationship is getting sorted out and I've settled on a sleeping schedule that should get me some rest and restore my sanity.
Tonight is my Friday and I look forward to the "weekend". Right now, my mind is consumed with thoughts of Taco Bell. Frito is back from his trip to Detroit and Houston.
Heidi's brother Jason is getting married on Sunday, Julia will get to meet yet another branch of my extended family!
Did I tell ya I went to Evergreen Speedway to watch some NASCAR racing last week!?

More later (after I wake up).


I finally got some sleep last night! I'd been mostly awake (I nodded off a couple of times) since Wednesday evening. I felt OK after awhile, but it was a real emotional ride.
Insomnia? Nah. More like a stubborn and inquisitive mind refusing to do what was best for it...anyway, I'm better now.
Last night, Stu, Neil, Maria, Trip, Julia and I watched "Three Kings" again. Anyone all gung-ho on what we're considering to do in Iraq may want to consider this movie as a jumping off point for further comtemplation. I'm happy to see the slow building of opposition to the aims of the 'hawks' in the administration, but I truly believe that the average citizen didn't really think Mr. Bush would send troops into battle without some sort of approval. I've been hoping that the mid-term elections would shed further light on the true mood of the country...we'll see.
Anyway, It's a bright, cloudless day out. J. is going to a Sound Therapy class with her friend Mary tonight, so I'm going to attend the re-opening of Consolidated Works with Stu, Trip and Neil tonight. In the meantime, I'm going play Morrowind and do some stuff around the house...yeah...


I just got into work after catching Wire at the Showbox. Jeezuz those guys rule! I hope I can find the courage and desire to make such a gahdawful racket when I'm in my late 40's/early 50's! I dragged poor Julia along, she didn't know what to expect and truth be told, neither did I. But I found that exciting! I'd read a lot of good things about the new E.P. "Read and Burn 01"-that it was both an evolution and a return to form, but that doesn't really help when trying to explain to your beloved why you dig this band so much.
Before the show, J. and I met Tabitha, Maria and Ashleigh at the Noodle Ranch for dinner and to visit. Life has us all a little scattered these days and the ladies decided we needed to see each other. It was good thing too, I love my girls!

Anyway, I've had very few disappointments with Wire (OK-"Manscape" sucked) and was ready to scarf whatever they were gonna dish up. J. was already tired after dinner and sitting through the two opening bands, so she scampered off to the Green Room after three tunes!
OTOH, I dug it! There was something dark and nasty about the new material. It was LOUD, all hard edges and abrasive, yet minimally and elegently constructed, like a shark with diamond teeth. I was surprised at the ferocity of the playing too. Colin Newman bounced, bobbed and weaved, crouched over his guitar and screamed like a man possessed.
After the set, which was entirely new material, the fellas came back to burn through "Advantage In Height" and "Lowdown". They did a second encore, but I was too busy saying hello/goodbye to some friends in the audience and looking for Julia to notice. She caught up to me just as the band was building to a crescendo and smiled sweetly when I covered her ears.
On the way to work I asked her what she was thinking about.

"It's nice to have some quiet." She said.


I was reading the Seattle Weekly and came across this article which is a seemingly good response to my last post!

This bit reminded me of why I HATE salsa and swing dancing:

"That's perhaps the most frustrating aspect of the encroaching fire trend: Fire shows increasingly happen at events that used to be participatory. Dance floors are cleared so that we can stand around and watch fire spinners--stony faced and oh-so-serious--twist around and flutter flames across their skin."

It's the Same Thing: "Ooh! Look at my sexy moves that I learned at Beso Del Sol! Check out my vintage swing gear!" Urgh!! I'm all about gettin' yr freak on, but These Fuckers will take. over. your. party...I seent it with my own eyes!

(shakes self) Whoo! I guess that was some random, free-floating hate now, wahnint?


Tim sent this to me...sounds like a good time. Too bad I'll be at work!

Set in a world that is a fusion of spaghetti western, post apocalyptic survival, and futuristic anime, "El Fuego", could be story about good versus evil and the unfortunate consequences of this endless struggle. "El Fuego" could also be a tale of a simple man caught up in a whirlwind of greed and violence that is both imposed upon him and beyond his abilities.

You decide. Either way, the ghost riders will thunder across the sky this night!

When a powerful crime lord dispatches his group of thugs to pull off a bank job on a distant backwater planet, all hell breaks loose as good and evil clash in traditional spaghetti western style. Despite having the local deputy in his pocket, the bandit leader soon finds that not all of the locals are willing to just turn tail and run, and he soon finds himself in a struggle against two ranch hands that turn out to be a bit more than they seem.

As the desert spirits start their fiery dance, the question is... "is anything more or less than it appears?"

"An unforgettable night of fire performance. Forget what you've seen, forget what you've heard - and prepare to immerse yourself into a world of drama, where aliens, robots, and fire play out in the throes of a futuristic western civilization."
El Fuego will feature dj's, installation art, a full bar, and more fun then you can shake a flaming cattle prod at!


This article at Salon pretty much sums up why I will be away from the television for the next two weeks...
In a few hours my weekend will be officially over. I plan on getting a couple of hours of sleep after I write this. Then it's back to work. I'm alone on Saturday nights, I pray that I won't have an interesting shift!
Laurie B.'s birthday was Thursday, so after dinner, J. and I went out to her mother's place for a little party. We had cake and drinks and got to meet Laurie's mother Jackie, who moved out here from New York to be near her daughter. I brought flowers and a card.
I came home after J. went to work on Friday-enjoying the snap in the air-fall is on the way! I told her I'd make dinner, so I bought a couple of flank steaks, potatoes (for au gratin) and salad fixin's. I marinated the steaks in spices, Maker's Mark (really, the only thing that stuff is good for!) and honey. Frito picked up a bottle of Merlot and one of Shiraz. I managed to get everything prepared just in time for Frito and Julia's arrival, and they seemed quite pleased with the results.
We decided to stay in and watch Suddenly, Last Summer which J. had borrowed from one of the fellas at work. I couldn't tell if this movie was regarded as a "gay classic" because of it's themes or having Mongomery Clift in the lead role or Katherine Hepburn's chewing up the scenery in the not-quite-evil-way-too-devoted-mother-role. It could've been all those things-but man, I want that 114 minutes of my life back! The only reason I'm not really pissed about it was (the young) Liz Taylor's performance. No wonder she and Brando (we watched 'On the Waterfront a few weeks ago) are screen legends...both of them were absolutlely beautiful back then.
Anyway, I think we were in bed by 12:30. This morning, Frito made us pancakes (AFTER I went to the store and bought coffee, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Lucky Charms, strudel, Oatmeal, milk and English muffins...grr!) and we sat around until J. had to leave to meet up with a friend for lunch.
I miss her already...
Julia...Innit She Lovely?!


Yesterday was my girlfriend's 28th birthday. She wanted me to come along to her parents house for dinner, which was actually breakfast. I'd met just about everyone with the exception of her maternal grandfather, but this would be the first time on "non-neutral" territory (i.e. her parent's house). I tried to beg off at first, imagining some weird sort of "Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?"-type scenario but Julia, (in her fierce and gentle way) made it known that she was going to be offended if I didn't make it. So...I went...
I answered the door when J.'s grandfather showed up. He was a little startled, but was a good sport about my little joke. We held hands during the prayer. We had waffles, mixed fruit, pancakes (with freezer jam!) and this awesome egg-cassarole-type thingy.
I didn't get interrogated 'cause Julia pretty much had told them everything they wanted to know! So I was able to relax and have a good time. I think I scored some points by bringing in some music (Baker, Mancini & Waller, 'natch!).
After dinner we watched Julia open her presents and then she whisked me off to work.

BTW-I wanna give a big shoutout to my cousin David-He hooked me and most of my crew up with free admission to Bumbershoot on Monday! We're talking $20 a head! I hadn't seen David in a while and wish we could hang out more. I'll be in touch, brah!
We caught El Vez and tried to get into Richard Thompson, then caught Maceo Parker's set...I wanted to see Marc Ribot, but I was goingon an hour's sleep and didn't have the juice...next time.


My weekend has come and gone. I'm here at work, blasting assorted MP3's and basking in the afterglow of a day spent with my girlfriend.
My band, Fey Ray played it's biggest show yet at I-Spy on Thursday. We had a little bit of pre-show stress 'cause Seth hurt his back and wasn't sure if he could play. But he sucked it up and rocked anyway. I think our playing was about 7 out of 10, but judging from the reaction of our friends, we did good. Having Julia in the audience shouting encouragement sure helped!
Sean and Trish's band, The Guest Stars made their club debut after us and they kicked ass! I think they are gonna make huge splash with their poppy, new-wavish sound. Troy's punk band Horrible was on next and kicked my ass. Their guitarist was in The Droo Church and had already impressed the hell out of me last year on Stu's birthday when he played in Yes cover band.
Friday, I came in to work for a going away party for one of my coworkers who going off to college in a couple of weeks. Later that evening, J. and I went to Bonafide! at Nation to support the men of sub_sonic and see our friends. With Bumbershoot going on, there wasn't much of a turnout, but the fellas played like the room was packed anyway.
Saturday, after a sit in the hot tub, Julia and I went to breakfast at the Silver Fork 'cause we both wanted pancakes (although she had a waffle instead) then we went downtown to Old Navy, where I purchased a black messanger bag and a shocking orange hooded anorak. J. got some cool pinstriped pants.
Then we stopped by Borders and bought discs by U-Roy and Culture 'cause we'd both been trying to "toast" all weekend and decided we needed to learn how to do it right. Since J.'s birthday is Tuesday and we're both sick of her crappy stock car radio, we went over to Bellevue and got a new receiver/CD player installed. I met J's younger brother (he got us a deal) and she and I went and had beers and a pizza while we waited.
I asked J. if she noticed the strange looks that we get on the street. HAHA! That's right, fuckers! She's with me!!
Julia says she feels like she's a "bubble of love" when we're together...sigh...that's so sweet!
The sun was shining and it was quiet and peaceful in downtown Bellevue. I'm going to remember this time for the rest of my life, 'cause I don't think I've ever been this happy before!

I'm supposed to hook up with my friend Karen and see Mark Ribot and maybe Richard Thompson at Bumbershoot on Monday. I haven't seen Karen in awhile, she's been traveling and getting her ya-ya's out before returning to her hectic schedule of work and school. Then J. and I are going to visit my mother. I think she's more excited about that than I am, heh..!