10.27.2002

I Don't Mind
(Buzzcocks)

Reality's a dream
A game in which I seem
To never find out just what I am
I don't know if I'm an actor or ham
A shamen or sham
But if you don't mind
I don't mind

I'm lost without a clue
So how can I undo
The tangle of these webs I keep weaving
I don't know if I should be believing
Deceptive perceiving
But if you don't mind
I don't mind

I used to bet that you didn't care
But gambling never got me anywhere
Each time I used to feel so sure
Something about you made me doubt you more

How can you convince me
When everything I see
Just makes me feel you're putting me down
And if it's true this pathetic clown'll
Keep hanging around
That's if you don't mind
I don't mind

I used to bet that you didn't care
But gambling never got me anywhere
Each time I used to be so sure
Something about you made me doubt you more

I even think you hate me when you call me on the phone
And sometimes when we go out I wish I'd stayed at home
And when I'm dreaming or just lying in my bed
I think you've got it in for me
Is it all in my head is it in my head

How can you convince me
When everything I see
Just makes me feel you're putting me down
And if it's true this pathetic clown'll
Keep hanging around
That's if you don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind

10.26.2002

The gig last night was ultramega o.k. I don't think any of us were really into it and playing at 6:30 for 10-15 in a pretty bare room with no smoke or booze did not make for a rock & roll atmosphere, IMHO. All three of us screwed up and various times but we managed to play it off. We stayed for Ms. Led and SushiRobo's sets, 'cause Paul (Sushi's bass player) needed to borrow my cabinet. I was gonna try and make it down to Tacoma for Chad's birthday celebration, but something told me not to risk it. Tacoma is a little far to be riding at night just yet.
So instead, I came home and around 11, Frito and I went down to Nation for BONA FIDE! Maggie and Antonio were having a Bon Voyage party. She's moving to New York and he's going to Miami. EVERYBODY was in the house, with the exception of Stu and Miriam. I thought I saw James' car, but wouldn't be surprised if he was downstairs at Amon Tobin's set at I-Spy. Aaron was pretty hyped, he debuted his remix of MJ's 'Smooth Criminal', the bar and the dance floor were packed and their guest DJ (Dr. J?) had it goin' on, with broken, jazzy and latin-styled beats.
I went to bed around 3AM and got up at 10-slightly hungover, with the intent of going to get my license plate and tabs from the motorcycle dealership then maybe going for a ride and then getting some more sleep in, when I get a cryptic phone call.A male voice said, "Stacey, come to the door!"
I went the back door to discover my mother and my dad's older brother, Uncle Sonny on my back porch. "Yaaah!" I shouted. Mostly from surprise-but also 'cause I realized my plans for the day were shot.
My Uncle Sonny is really cool. He and his wife, Aunt Mary were always really good to me and my sister on our visits to Atlanta-taking us out, having us over for dinner, etc. They'd come to visit fairly often or on the occasional layover in Seattle, we'd go out to the airport and visit. I sent Scott up to introduce himself while I got dressed (he's never met any of my folks) and then my Mom, Uncle Sonny and I went went down to Renton to get some Chinese food and catch up. I was really feeling out of it, due to stubborness and poor planning on my part, I went several days with little sleep and I was feeling it today. After eating, I wanted nothing more than to get my plate and go home. Uncle Sonny checked out some bikes while I was doing the paperwork and flirting with the cute receptionist. I tried to head home (Mom insists I drive whenever we go out), but they wanted to go to my sister Heidi's place in Kent.
"We won't stay long!" They insisted.
Heidi lost a ton of weight over the last year, I was really impressed! I haven't seen her in awhile. It turned out that today is my nephew Jamal's 8th birthday, so the house was full of kids and parents. Deep in the throes of a food coma, I watched The Matrix on TV and tried not to fall asleep. I got home sometime after 5 and by the time I got into bed, guess what? Fully awake.
So now I'm here by myself at work. All my friends are at Shelly's big Halloween party and I'm beat. I'm hoping the night won't hold any nasty surprises!
Wish me luck.




10.25.2002

Something stinks about this. "People of the Week?!" WTF?!

In other news, I'd like to take this time to wish Chad B. a happy 30th birthday. It seems like just yesterday, you were a fresh-faced cynical genius and I was...well, somewhat older. Enjoy yourself today! As far as bass-thumpin', gun-totin', socialist psychonauts go-you're the best!

I gotta gig at the Milk Bar tonight. It's our first all-ages set! Come on down if you can, looks like we're on third!

Queen Bee wants props for my post on the 23rd...well, there you go.

Two more things:

1.) Looks like Statanic Action! has passed 5000 visitors! In less than a year. I love you all, keep comin' back and tell yr friends!
2.) With the power of my Safeway Club Card, I saved a whopping $17.00 on groceries today!!

Thenk yoo.
Goodnight!

10.24.2002

IT'S ABOUT TIME! I wanna go, but I'm afraid some unwashed trippy-dippy geek is gonna make me regret it...hmm.

10.23.2002

I got this from a friend today:

LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Quoted in the San Francisco Chronicle, Leo actor Christian Slater bemoaned aspects of his training. "I glommed on to the idea," he said, "that I had to suffer for my art. Acting teachers love to promote the idea that in order to really get into character, you've got to put yourself through emotional hell."
Many of you Leos have a similar attitude. You regard your whole life as a work of art that shines brightest when it flirts with interesting pain. In the coming months, though, you'll be called upon to make dramatic revisions in your approach to self-expression. I suggest you take your inspiration from Slater's new and improved belief: "Now I'd say, *'Don't* suffer for your art.'"
-rob breszny

Thanks. I've been getting good advice from all corners! I think I'd already decided to *not suffer* when I told J. I couldn't be friends with her. It was hard because even though we weren't working out, we still liked each other a lot.
I know myself though! Remember how hard it was for you and I become friends. If I let myself repeat that pattern, I'd be setting myself up for another failure and it would suck and I'd wind up hating her. As it stands, I'm amused that I didn't heed the many warning signs. Like I said before she and I hooked up-hope can be a two-edged sword. Now I'm healing on my own and have moved back into my happy space. I still have my true friends, life is good.
I don't know what the future holds, but I've learned an important lesson: If it don't fit, don't force it!

P.S.-Saw "The Ring" today...brrrrrrr!

10.22.2002

My plan or world domination proceed apace!! IOW, I got my learner's permit. I'm going to try and take the test during the first week of December, so I'll be riding everyday for an hour or two until then. I was amazed that I was able to get in and out the the DOL on about an hour. They were actually pretty nice to me...it was early, tho'.
I bought a full-face helmet, I couldn't afford the Symax (later!) so I picked up a lower-rung helmet for around $150. I also added some black reflective tape to it. It's Snell and DOT approved, so don't worry about me cracking my head open-just yet (I've got nothing to lose anyway!)
It's on, my niggaz...
I got an 80% on the test, I blame it on two days in a row with less than 3 hours sleep. I accidentally pushed a couple of wrong buttons. I'm sorta delirious now, but at least I can crash happy.
I bid thee, goodnight!

PS-Went to Elliott Bay bookstore and got "Porno" in hardback. Was distracted by another book "The American Zone", a Liberitarian science-fiction novel. Heh, isn't putting the words "Libertarian" and "Science-Fiction" together sorta redundant?! It reads like a more strident and idealistic Heinlein, without a snap-crackle plot, but I'm amused enough to keep going. Maybe I'll knock off Hunter S. Thompson's "The Rum Diaries" (soon to be a movie!) next before moving on to Mr. Welsh.

I canna wait, y'ken?!

10.21.2002

I was all psyched to take the written test for my motorcycle learner's permit, only to discover that the office is closed on Mondays! I swear those guys are so slack! I need a State job, fa'reals! When I went to get my driver's license renewed, I stood in line, paid the $25 for my new license and was told to wait. So I sit for 40 minutes, meanwhile, people who came in AFTER me are getting called to get their picture taken! WTF?!
I sat, fuming as the workers there chatted casually about lunch and their kids. One lady went to ask another a question. She got an answer, then spent 10 minutes looking at some book (probably not related to the task at hand) before getting back to the customer! A friend of mine who has a government job tells me her coworkers get weird if it seems she's been putting in an extra effort!
Anyway, I have to admit the the WA DOL's website is pretty slick, you can download manuals, take sample written exams, and even renew yr tabs online!

I went to Sonic Boom Records yesterday, picked up the new Low CD, "Trust", two Delgados discs (the song in the previous post came from "The Great Eastern") and Arling and Cameron's "We Are A & C". I've listened to all of them and I am quite pleased. Low is one of my favorite bands (duh! if you read this blog on a reggular basis) and they've really expanded their sonic pallette on this new one. I don't think it's quite as good as "Things We Lost in the Fire"-fewer "hits", but they still give me goosebumps. I wonder what it's like to be able to create moments of stunning beauty like that, seemingly at will! I think they're on tour already, so I hope to catch them live again soon. (Mimi Parker is such a hottie! Mormon girls-grr!)
Someone described The Delgados as "Belle and Sebastian on steroids", I thought that was pretty accurate, there are some similarities (aside from being Scottish), B&S tend to get on my nerves after awhile...too...twee and precious. The Delagados are If you can find a mp3 of "American Trilogy" or "Make Your Move", you can see they're a lot more straightforward.
We've been digging the Reindeer Section's latest around here too...Oh and before I forget! Salon made an excellent suggestion in the Baltimore band Love Life...download the mp3 and I'll race you to the store to get a copy of the disc! "Joy" is bad-ass in a Lee-Van-Cleef sorta way!
Two more things...the new Irvine Welsh novel "Porno" is out and T-Bone and Willie will be mixin' it up at the Baltic Room tonight, from 6 to 9PM. Come have a drink and listen to some tunes chilled, poured over ice. aaahhhyeeeaaah....

10.20.2002

American Trilogy (The Delgados)

I became accustomed to a kind of social servitude
and no one, I mean no one, could accept what I had become
Selfish, bitter, weak
Enough to make you sick
And lately, I've been feeling there are bits of life I'm stealing
Get me home

At times it seems I will not help
but it's just that I must save myself
from fear that blankets me like mist
on an optimist who insists
it's the simple things that crush
and I'm crying far too much
so much so that I'm thinking my control on life is shrinking

There's a light on in my head and I'm thinking what I said
All the freedom in my brain, I'm alright now
I'm just thinking what to say
Sorry doesn't seem to wash
when there's truths around that I have quashed
and no one, I mean no one, can depress me more than I can
So does that make me weak or should that make me sick?
But lately I've been feeling that I'm gonna give up breathing

There's a light on in my head and I'm thinking what I said
All the fever in my brain, I'm alright now
I can even take the pain
There's a light on in my head and I'm thinking what I said
All the fever in my brain, I'm alright now
I can even take the pain

10.19.2002

I just got back from Chad and Patty's place in Bremerton. I had a great time eating homemade brownies, drinking lotsa tea, listening to ambient dub and playing with their four cats-Rover especially!. Heidi came to visit us too! We watched Bubblegum Crisis 2042 and Chad and I talked about motorcycles. I checked out his copy of 'Proficient Motorcycling' by David L. Hough,which is a must-have if you're going to ride and hopefully make it to a ripe old age.
I always feel really mellow after a trip to Bremerton...Patty's place is really nice and cozy! Anyway, Frito's out of town with the girlfriend and I have to leave for work in a couple of hours...back to the grindstone, the weekend is over.
Next weekend is Chad's 30th birthday-he'd just turned 24 when I met him...geez, that makes me feel old!

10.17.2002

Oy. Call me crazy, but I've been awake since 6PM yesterday. Somehow, got busy and forget to get some sleep. Laura and I went out for Filipino food on Beacon Hill today, we were starving and wolfed down the grub like the Simpsons. She suggested we take the scoots out for a spin and I readily agreed, as I was still tingly from an excursion earlier that morning.
I'm getting the hang of shifting with my foot! We cruised up and down Lake Washington Blvd. The leaves are turning and it was a beautiful day, making it harder to keep my eyes on the road! We rode around for about an hour and took some pictures on the bikes. Then I helped Laura set up her weblog. Tonight is Movie Night, Donnie Darko and Dancer in the Dark were playing at Chez Stu, but somehow I couldn't get up the will to go. I've seen both movies fairly recently and I'm not in the mood for anything depressing on no sleep. Plus, Scott made Schnitzel and Knoodle...how could I pass that up?
"Why are you still awake?" You might ask. To tell the truth, I dunno. I've always fought sleep, even though I've learned to appreciate it as I've gotten older. I've entered into a Zen state of sorts...very linear-although I'm finally starting to flag. Maybe I enjoy doing this to myself, why, I can't say. St. Stacey of the Will-ful Insomniacs.
Tomorrow, I visit Chad and Patty which is always relaxin'!

OK...I give!

Goodnight.

10.16.2002

Someday I Will Treat You Good (Sparklehorse)

there's something going on around here
I could not crawl back if I tried
I couldn't wait around
I couldn't wait another second
something going on around here

I left my baby on the side of the highway
she just couldn't see things my way

someday I will treat you good
someday I will treat you fine
someday I will treat you good
you know I should

everything that's made is made to decay
well I'm shrinking bones in the sun
won't you tell me why that
the beautiful ones are always crazy
she's whispering like morticia now

I left my baby on the side of the road
I left her with a heavy load

someday I will treat you good
someday I will treat you fine
someday I will treat you good
you know I should

something going on around here
I could not crawl back if I tried
I left my baby on the side of highway
she just couldn't see things my way

someday I will treat you good
someday I will treat you fine
someday I will treat you good
you know I should

10.15.2002

My lovely roommate decided to hack my blog! I wonder if he'll enjoy the taste of his own nutsack when I feed it to him!
A picture for your entertainment:

Today is AC Lewis' 29th birthday. If you wanna celebrate with him in person (he started yesterday), stop by Loop-Loop at Chop Suey tonight-Prolly sometime after nine...HAPPY B-DAY AARON!!

10.12.2002

I named my new scoot "Betty" after Betty (Bettie) Page. Scott doesn't like a) that my bike has a name and b) that I choose Betty. He gave me shit for a half hour! I asked him what he'd suggest...and he says, "Fernando".
How lame is that?!
Anyway, since I'm the one both paying for and riding it, I should be able to call my bike whatever I want! My modification plans include taking the badges off the tank and replacing them with something similar to "nose art". Heh. Frito will have a canniption for sure!
It's 3AM and I'm getting ready to leave the computer, climb the stairs and crawl into my bed with the red flannel sheets and enter a deep, dreamless slumber.
I was glad to get away from the routine, but now I embrace it's sameness. It's safe...and until I'm ready to fling myself into space, to have faith and pursue unknown ends, to stick the landing with my eyes closed-This is what I need.
Though is grows colder outside, it is truly the love of my friends that keeps me warm. I shall embrace you all in the coming weeks.
Strength will return, as will the courage to love freely.
Thank you all.

10.11.2002

So...I brought my new girl home today...or rather Jason R. did.
She's chillin' in the back yard, just as pretty as a picture. I am thrilled (and little frightened)!!

Pictures to follow!
Announcing the 2002 Troll A Go-Go!!
I had to dig through the old, dusty tape collection for this one.

a little murder (savage, thompson, alba) 3:55

a thousand black bats are
screaming in my ears for blue eyes
this hatred of mine is
a new kind of motivation
you want me in the dark forever

circumstances, and your intentions
make me choke on my own suspicions
circumstances, and your intentions
make me choke on my own suspicions
now it's gonna stay dark forever

too little passion in your style,
a little murder in your smile

there's a difference in being alone
and being lonely
right now, i don't wanna be
by myself
i want to have you over and over

as the radio winds its stare
into a different direction
i'm sorry things and yours
couldn't be a way
i want to have you over and over

too little passion in your style,
a little murder in your smile . . .
...
too little passion in your style,
a little murder in your smile
too little passion in your style,
a little murder in your smile
too little passion in your style,
a little murder in your smile
too little passion in your style,
a little murder in your smile
too little passion in your style,
a little murder in your smile.

10.10.2002

Matt D. (who's page you should visit regular-like) breaks down GWB's speech:

On September the 11th, 2001, America felt its vulnerability even to threats that gather on the other side of the Earth. We resolved then, and we are resolved today, to confront every threat from any source that could bring sudden terror and suffering to America.


That's a pretty cheap, if predictable, ploy to associate Iraq with September 11. One might reasonably expect Bush then to provide evidence that Hussein was involved in plotting or carrying out the 9/11 attacks. One would be disappointed.

We agree that the Iraqi dictator must not be permitted to threaten America and the world with horrible poisons and diseases and gases and atomic weapons.


Great non-sequitir. We also agree that the homeless should not be poked with pointed sticks, and that children should not be fed Ecstacy, and that migraine headaches hurt.


Iraq's weapons of mass destruction are controlled by a murderous tyrant who has already used chemical weapons to kill thousands of people.


Which he did 13 years ago, with U.S. complicity.


This same tyrant has tried to dominate the Middle East,


with U.S. help.

has invaded and brutally occupied a small neighbor,


After getting the green light from the U.S. to occupy its small neighbor's oil fields.


has struck other nations without warning


Which other nations has Hussein struck without warning? Okay, he fired some SCUDS at Israel during the Gulf War, but we knew he was going to do that, so it wasn't exactly without warning. Also, those things travel about as fast as a kid on a bike.

and holds an unrelenting hostility toward the United States.


No arguing that.


We know that the regime has produced thousands of tons of chemical agents, including mustard gas, sarin nerve gas, VX nerve gas. Saddam Hussein also has experience in using chemical weapons. He's ordered chemical attacks on Iran and on more than 40 villages in his own country. These actions killed or injured at least 20,000 people: more than six times the number of people who died in the attacks of September the 11th.


Wow, that's so disingenuous it's stunning. Not only is Bush again using actions by Hussein in which the U.S. was complicit as justification for an invasion, he's trying to tie those actions in which the U.S. was complicit to the horror of Sept. 11.


We've also discovered through intelligence that Iraq has a growing fleet of manned and unmanned aerial vehicles that could be used to disperse chemical and biological weapons across broad areas. We're concerned that Iraq is exploring ways of using these UAVs for missions targeting the United States.


That's so absurd it almost doesn't deserve a response. We're to believe that Saddam would launch a UAV, fly it across the Atlantic Ocean (controlled by Saddam using an Atari-style joystick from a barcalounger in his living room, probably), and crop dust our cities? Without being shot down? Without us knowing the minute the damn thing lifts off?


Here's a gem:
This nation, in world war and in cold war, has never permitted the brutal and lawless to set history's course.


NO? Brutal: check. Lawless: check.


On Saddam Hussein's orders, opponents had been decapitated, wives and mothers of political opponents had been systematically raped as a method of intimidation, and political prisoners had been forced to watch their own children being tortured.


Okay, that's messed up.

America believes that all people are entitled to hope and human rights, to the nonnegotiable demands of human dignity.


So when will we be invading Burma? Or China?

People everywhere prefer freedom to slavery, prosperity to squalor, self-government to the rule of terror and torture.


No shit? They also prefer a lollipop to a poke in the eye, a Maserati to a Schwinn with a flat tire, a steamy hot apple pie to half a bag of Cheetos, richness to poorness, and safeness to dangerosity.


Iraq is a land rich in culture and resources and talent. Freed from the weight of oppression, Iraq's people will be able to share in the progress and prosperity of our time.


Translation: Once we bomb the fuck out of their country, they'll be able to start making shirts for Old Navy. That is, if they agree to give the World Bank and International Monetary Fund sufficient control over their economy.


CONCLUSION:
I don't think Bush made the case for invasion, but I do think it's obvious that Bush's militarist posturing has done a lot to intimidate Hussein into allowing inspectors back into Iraq. The U.S. and U.N. should continue to press for full access, everywhere, even Hussein's sock drawer and medicine cabinet. The Iraqi people do suffer terribly, and the fact of U.S. responsibility for empowering Hussein is about the best reason that I know of for the U.S. taking the lead in deposing him. in other words, I think we should take every step possible to remove Saddam Hussein short of a military invasion.


BRAVO! We here at Statanic Action! wholeheartedly agree...

10.09.2002

Comments are up!! So feel free to holla back, younguns! (Be civil, or I'll delete your ass!)
So I was doing some surfing. I was looking into the history, life and times of General John "Blackjack" Pershing. From there, I came across a history of one of his early commands, the 9th Cavalry who Bob Marley immortalized in his song "Buffalo Soldier". From there I landed at an examination of the first of America's "splendid little wars", The Spanish-American War (who says history doesn't repeat?).
I lost respect for Teddy Roosevelt after reading that yin, lemmetellya. I am very proud of those men in the 9th and 10th who served this country so valiantly, even though they got no props. And I find it's interesting that General Pershing, probably THE quintessential American soldier got his nickname for commanding (and standing up for) black troops...The mentality is mindboggling.

Anyway, I got this in an email from Leslie (it's all realated, you see):

Hi - I'm taking the time to do some urgent peace activism this week. I'm sure it's not news to you that we are on the very brink of war. George W. Bush is planning to attack Iraq soon. The house is expected to vote on Thursday on his Resolution to use force -Congress is debating the resolution now. Calling is an effective tool.
If you haven't already, PLEASE CALL SENATORS CANTWELL AND MURRAY first thing tomorrow morning - I called yesterday and it took a matter of minutes. All I said was, "I'm from Seattle and I'd like for Senator so-and-so to VOTE NO on the Bush resolution for the use of force against Iraq."
Here are their numbers:
Murray - 553-5545 (local); 202-224-2621 (DC)
Cantwell - 220-6400 (local); 202-224-3441 (DC)
Jim McDermott is vocally against the resolution, so is Jay Inslee. To find out who your rep is if you're not in Seattle, go to www.house.gov
Let's take it to the streets! There were 7,000 in Saturday's march, one of 2 dozen protests across the country. And there is a candlelight vigil tomorrow starting at United Methodist Church on 5th and Marion at 7:30.
The whole world is watching.
Thank you all so much. Pass this on!
Yours,
Leslie


I'm not vigil kinda guy, but I do plan to call. Despite a sense of entitlement in the Bush administration, I for one do not think the United States needs an empire. Especially when the fallout (perhaps literal!) happens, it won't be the those rich, high-fivin' white guys in Washington catching hell. It will be average citizens like me. It's obvious from the way things are going in Afghanistan one year later, that the US will only create a situation which will lead to an unending commitment in the Middle East-or worse...probably worse.

10.08.2002

It was a disaster. Perhaps there was just too much pent up emotion. I was frustrated, which along with sad, has been my general state these last couple of weeks. There were missteps and misunderstandings and attempts to clear those up just tore the scabs off the wounds. I know my actions started it all, but I only claim half the blame. I tried to hang in there, but it became apparent that we'd spent the whole evening talking in circles and that there was no good will, no fond memories left that could help absorb the blows. She wanted to be the victim and vent. But I've been apologizing for days. And frankly, I'm tired of feeling like shit.
It's really strange to be so fond of someone who doesn't understand you...and vice versa. There was a moment of satori right before we parted ways that seemed to hit us both at the same time-sometimes good intentions don't mean jack shit.
I could console myself pondering the "meaning" of it all, but I'm not wired that way. Some people just don't get along. I've been very successful with surrounding myself with good folks. I wish I knew why this went so wrong.
In the end, friendship was offered. But that depended on us maintaining a comfortable distance from one another. I think this is the first relationship in which I spent half of it backing away from the other person. It's not how I do things! It doesn't make sense. And friendship? Why work so hard to create something that simply isn't there? It it had existed in the first place, it would be easy to return to. But I won't accept this false construction.
I rejected the offer.
If time and circumstance and desire is there later on, I'd be open to a new dialog...but this one is played.
Still, I walk away from this with my head held high.
I...no, we-gave it our best shot.

Sorry.

10.06.2002

reel
(Jawbox)

listen
there is no use in trying to explain
listen
is it your fault she made those cuts again
to let out blood she thought it made her bad
or maybe just to cut you out instead
keep your head...

cauterize
wounds you hide
burn them clean
show no way inside

listen
the sound is down, now
you should hear yourself
shouting from the bottom of a well
attempts repeated infinitely clear
useless now

cauterize
wounds you hide
burn them clean
show no way inside

reel on a repeating loop
reel on a repeating loop, yeah

listen
listen
listen

cauterize
wounds you hide
burn them clean
show no way inside

10.05.2002

I Apologize
(Husker Du)

All these crazy mixed up lies
Floating all around
Making these assumptions brings me down
And you get tight-lipped, how do I know what you think?

Is it something I said when I lost my mind?
Temper too quick, makes me blind

I apologize...
Said I'm sorry, now it's your turn,
Can you look me in the eyes and apologize?

So now sit around staring at the walls
We don't do anything at all
Take out the garbage, maybe, but the dishes don't get done

Frito, Stu, Matt, Leslie, Miriam and I went to see Lawrence of Arabia at the Cinarama and we were all struck by the homoerotic undercurrent in that movie. I thought I was imagining things but no.... My mother, who has a "thing" for British Gentlemen in film (O'Toole, Chamerlain, Niven) was shocked by this when I told her about it. She owns the movie and never picked up on it! I love pointing out to her that not all is as it seems!!
Other than that, I've been in a bit of a fog. The breakup last week still stains my psyche. Disappointment and feeling of failure cling to me, worsened by (yet another misunderstading) between us. I decided I was going to get plastered when I went to a party with Frito tonight. Oddly enough, my plan worked! I was sort of antisocial. I found a spot near the stereo and hung out. Mary had a copy of Truman Capote's "Breakfast at Tiffany's". I always wanted to read the novella. The movie hints at darker things below its breezy surfaces and I was curious to see if I was right. I only got to introduction of José da Silva Pereira before I had to stop. I was drinking Frito's homebrew (made with hops grown in the front yard!) and finally got a buzz on. There was a period I felt really weird, dizzy and sick and I felt a wave of release pass from from my insides out to my skin. I thought I was going to faint for a second. I sat on the couch and zoned out for awhile until Frito tried to get me to talk about my love of Scott Walker's music with a buddy from work. Suddenly I was stone cold sober and felt much better!

I hope this lasts, I don't do depressed well.

In other news, I bought a motorcycle today. Despite all the economic indicators saying things are going into the toilet, I committed to something I've wanted a long time. A black 2002 Kawasaki Vulcan 800 Drifter!
The bike is not in my possession yet, the place I bought it from didn't have any in stock, but they expect delivery by next week. The joy of making the purchase was blunted by the knowledge of all the work that's going to go into getting all the endorsements, insurance, gear, etc. but all of that will fade into the background once I finally get out on the road.
I haven't gotten rid of Pearl yet...I think the car will be the next thing to go, I may try to hang on to scooter if it's workable. Since I won't have to depend on it for my sole transportation, I'll get a chance to work on it a little. Maybe I can paint it!



10.01.2002

Last night (I couldn't get to sleep at all, no...noooo!), I went to the Baltic room to meet The Man Hisself, Mr. George Kelly. AKA St. George of the Oakland Lights, who is in town with his wife on vacation. They were going up to Vancouver, but he didn't get his passport in time.
It was really strange...the net is bringing people together who probably wouldn't have ever met under any circumstances. I've been reading George's blog, exchanging emails and instant messages for over two years now. We "met" via the old Firefly mailing list and I ran into him on the web at Metafilter. Plus he used to work for Salon! And we met for the first time tonight! As it was, he hung out with me, Mike G., Paul and Ryan. We talked about the scene and listened to T. Bone and Willie's excellent DJ set.
I wish I didn't have to run off to work, it would've been nice to have a Guiness and talk some more.
I must visit Oakland!
This came in from Tim:

Fools, cacophonists, guerrillas, thespians, heed the call:

We need you to help STOP THE PEACE!

How much longer must we wait for economic recovery? How much lower can my
Northrop Grumman stock go? Where is the *justice* for those Kurdish
warlords to whom the CIA months ago promised loot and land?

Tomorrow, TUESDAY OCTOBER 1, we're gathering together to speak our
collective voice and let the world know that PEACE IS NOT OKAY! The bombing
must begin YESTERDAY!

Dress up as your favorite tycoon-who-stands-to-benefit-from-bombing, ink up
a couple of "NO PEACE" ("YES WAR?") placards, and come on down to Victor
Steinbrueck park (at the north end of the Market) at 11:00 a.m. We'll march
from there around 11:30, taking our message to the streets.

Bring American flags. Bring plastic AK-47s. Bring John Ashcroft's mother.

Banners:
"George WWWIII Bush Rocks!"
"You're with us or you're gonna be SADDAMIZED too!"

Billionaires for BU$H. Out of work hostages. SUV salespeople. Or anything
else you can come up with.

11:00 a.m.
Tuesday October 1
Meet at Steinbrueck Park at the north end of the Pike Place Market

Questions? nic@oz.net or spike@nwlink.com

Let's roll,
nic



PS Feel free to spread this announcement far and wide...