11.28.2003

I got a Question/As serious as Cancer

No, it's not about keepin' the dancers hyper.

See, I have this friend, who is sweet, smart, funny and cute. But she has a tendency to get date men who, in the end, are not worth her time and love.
She and I are quite close and have been for some time. So naturally, we talk about these things. Although I've noticed that when we talk, it goes something like this:

Her: "Well, he did it again.
Me: "Really?"
Her: (Launches into a long and detailed story about how boyfriend messed up)
Me (somehow incredulous): "Why do you let him do this to you?"
Her: "I know. (Then makes some excuse for boyfriend's gauche behavior)"
Me: (Gives advice that I know won't be heeded)
Her: (Agrees with advice -still seeks not to make him look so bad)

Lately, I feel myself pulling out of the relationship because I now that I see the is pattern set, and wish to free myself from things that drain my energy and peace of mind.

So what's the best way to do this?

Usually, I'm quite blunt. I could tell her that her problems with her man are verboten where she and I are concerned. But then we somehow end up on the subject anyway. I'm bored with it, frankly. I've hung out with him on a few occasions and I don't think we'll ever be friends.

Hmm.

11.27.2003

I'm cleaning house and rocking out to the stereo...or I was, until I came downstairs for this. Frito is making Kufta and Salad tonight and we're doing some prep for the big day tomorrow.
I'm making garlic mashed potatoes.

For those of you who took some time off from stuffing yr face and/or hanging with Mom and Dad or the In-Laws, thanks for checking in and HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!

OK, then. Back to wharf.

11.25.2003

First and Last...Cuz Oani Diddit.

First job: Real job? Like with paychecks n shit? I made lunches for underpriviledged kids (GA).
First screen name: Black8
First self-purchased album: Um. I think it was Devo's "New Traditionalists" or The Clash's "Combat Rock".
First funeral: A second cousin who'd drowned.
First piercing/tattoo: N/A
First credit card: Bon Marche
First true love: "True Love??! Whazzat?"
First enemy: Ronald Fuckin' Regan...bigtime.
First big trip: 1970 to visit the folks "down home."
First concert: Mom took me to see The Commodores at The Seattle Center Coliseum...it was bitchin'.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Ennio Morricone...really!
Last big car ride: That would've been the Gentlemen's Bible Study & Retreat near Mt. Rainier last summer.
Last kiss: I think is was Maria. Or Louise's dog Noey...
Last library book: ?! I haven't set foot in a library in yonks. I either buy or look it up online.
Last movie seen: A Mighty Wind...
Last beverage drank: Glass of Milk
Last food consumed: Cheese Danish
Last phone call: Mi Mater. What? What?!
Last cd played: Geez, that's like askin' me about the last time I breathed! I think it was Jazznova: Remixed.
Last annoyance: Whiskey Maldonado.
Last soda drank: Coke. Sunday night.
Last ice cream eaten: Green Tea Ice Cream at Ji-Huyn's
Last time scolded: I'm sure Laurie will sometime soon.
Last shirt worn: Black Polo shirt.
Last Web site visited: www.allmusic.com
The day Everything Became Nothing
NOMEANSNO

The day everything became nothing, I was standing underneath a streetlight, wishing I had a cigarette. I can't recall anything unusual about it. If there was something in the air, if the skies had clouded over, I wasn't aware, I was too bored to care. No thunder roared. No lightning cracked. No missiles rained from the sky. Thiswas no sneak attack. There was just suddenly this awful lack. Things had changed, that's for sure.
The day everything became nothing, you couldn't put your finger on what had gone wrong. The alleys were still dirty; the garbage still smelled; there was no panic in the streets; just a lot of grief--in people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of horror and total surprise. This was no apocalypse. No one heard a voice from the sky, there were no miracles at the 7-Eleven, no one screamed, no one even asked why.
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died. So let it die!
I can't recall much of what happened next. I was on my way to visit this woman I knew. All we had in common was good sex, and now I couldn't even remember her address. A group of us, just strangers, got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem. We talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility. I couldn't remember my name, so I called myself Bob.
It's weird being a Bob, but I'll get used to it.
I have to.

11.24.2003

Mr. Yacub is at it AGAIN!! This time he's cloned Layne Staley and Curt Cobain, fused the two, stripped the unholy beast of actual songwriting talent and forced it front some crappy rock band called Puddle of Mudd!! (crappy single on autoplay-watch yrselfs!!)

Evil, Evil Mr. Yacub!!!
Work was a hoot! I got warm a couple of times and thought I was gonna relapse, 'cause it wasn't the usual 4AM "dead spot" when the AC turns off for awhile
(We usually raise our desks and work standing up then).
Due to all the sleep I got, I've actually been up for over 24 hours now and I feel fiiiiiiinnnnne!! Nah, I'm loopy, it's just manifesting itself differently. One of my co-workers has a cold and every time she blew her nose, I'd chuckle. Then I started critiquing the sound. Fortunately, she was amused too. (You'd be surprised at what you'll laugh at in the wee hours of the morning!) Besides, snot is funny...
I debated with myself all the way home about stopping at Mickey D's for breakfast, but decided to pass. I don't have much food in the house so I don't know what I'm holding out for! And guess what? I'm freakin' hungry!
BTW -- A big up to Juli and Mercy for offering to check in on me whilst I was laid up. You ladiez rule.

Whisk-DumbAss is driving me crazy! He follows me everywhere. Almost tripping me every time I go up the stairs. Scrambling after me as I go down them.
As I type this he's under the desk. You'd think I had a slab of bacon tied around my neck...
And he'd not just content with being near me, oh no -- he's gotta be touching me, poking me in the arm for attention with his cold nose or laying his head on my foot or burrowing behind my legs as I chill on the futon watching the fitba (Chelsea v Southampton).
Despite this, we've gotten along OK, although yesterday he waited until I got on the phone and then started whining and pacing back and forth - like a neglected girlfriend! He didn't want to be let out and he'd eaten already. So I finally bonked him (gently) over the head with empty donut box and he settled down after that. Frito gets back this afternoon. I may be able to restrain myself from killing him until then.

I like dogs...really!

11.23.2003

I rode the bus for the first time in ages on Thursday. I overslept and called into work to tell them I was on my way. I got on my clothes and my thermal rainsuit, hopped on my bike and Yoiks! and away. About a mile from the house, it started hailing! I decided it wouldn't be worth the risk, especially if I had to face black ice in the morning, so I turned around and came home. Then I walked the half mile to the bus stop and caught the (infamous) number 7 to downtown.
There were only four of us onboard and poked my nose into my book. The driver called out street names and I thought about the thousands of times I'd made this trip since that first time riding the bus sans parents when I was around 10 or 11 years old. It was 12:30AM and the streets were empty.
Somewhere near the I-90 overpass this fella gets on. An older white dude. He sits up front and launches into conversation with the bus driver:

Man: Hallelujah! Man, that's how they sang it, y'know?
Driver: Uh, huh.
Man: It's like people today...they don't know...they don't understand! It's like Diana Ross and The Supremes when they did it!
Driver: Yeah.
Man: It's holy, It's holy, It's holy.

He then gets off at the next stop.

I got home from work, took the dog to the dog park and laid down for a nap. The plan was to go bowling. Around 6, I woke up feeling warm and rested, but then immediately, I started shivering, which didn't make sense, because I'm usually too warm under my thick, heavy comforter. I got up and put on a long sleeved shirt and kept shivering - violently. Needless to say, I didn't go anywhere this weekend, although I feel fine now. I have an extra-long weekend coming up, plus we're having Orphan's Thanksgiving here at SOUL HEAVEN on Friday. Better to be sick now than later!

11.22.2003

Troll-A-Go-Go pix (actually, more Troll-A-Ween -ed.)

11.20.2003

I have seen this movie and agree wholeheartly with this review.
So Frito went off to Las Vegas (by way of Detroit) and left me and Whisk-Butt behind. I'm sleepy as heck, but I gotta stay up until the UPS guy arrives with my new video card and hard drive. Then I'll probably stay up for awhile getting my computer up and running again. Scott has been kind enough to let me use his, but I can't save, install or tweak anything and that simply will not do!

I was over at Dong Resin's place and once again he showed his brilliance!

I found this amazing too. On one hand, it shows just how far the neocons are willing to go to achieve their goals. On the other it shows just how complacent and fearful we have become. Ronald Regan, during his re-election bid in 1984 asked, "Are you better off now than your were four years ago?"
With North Korea and possibly Iran making nuclear weapons, bombs going off in Turkey and Saui Arabia, corporations writing legislation and things poised to get even worse in the near future, I gotta ask -- Why would anyone vote for these fools again?

I picked the Avram Davidson Treasury during my last book-buying frenzy (FREN-ZAY!!) and I'm trying to read it as slowly as I can. Davidson wrote most of his stories for the sci-fi and fantasy pulps back in the day, but his economy with words, deft and wide-raging imagination are staggering! Imagine extremely well-crafted "Twilight Zone" episodes written by William Gibson and you get the picture. Yah- It's a poor analogy, so bite me -- It'll have to do for now.

Also, Megan-poo and her friend/nemesis Nate came over for some pizza, champagne and hot-tubbing last night. Man, what a great way to start your "day!" I don't think I've ever been so relaxed rolling into work. Anyway, it was fun and we'll do it again soon...

11.18.2003

Freddy Signs with DC United!

14 year-old Freddy Abu signed a 4 year deal (with a extra two year option) with MLS team DC United. This deal makes Freddy both the highest-paid and youngest member in the league. Damn! Can you imagine being 14 and playing pro soccer? With guys like twice yr age? And getting mad cash for it?
In one way the signing is good for United Statesian soccer. I'd love to see the US's game get to the level where the rest of the world would have to take us seriously. I think we should invest in the local talent rather than shipping them off to Europe, only to get them back at the end of their careers. If Freddy's got someone looking out for him and he doesn't pull a Capriati, this could be the beginning of some exiciting times indeedy...
It's raining today. I enjoyed the ride home, despite the additional hazards of riding in the wet. In my helmet and thermal rainsuit, I feel insulated and safe yet vulnerable, knowing what could happen if I hit the brakes too hard, drive too fast or let my attention wander. It's a singular feeling.
I remember last year, before the company moved downtown, the huge rush I got when barreling up the on-ramp to I-90, getting up to speed in the Mt. Baker Tunnel and blasting out onto the I-90 floating bridge. The wind and rain slapped at me as I descended down towards the lake -- a vast pit of black water surrounded by the bright lights of the surrounding neighborhoods. There was usually very little traffic at 10PM. It's about a mile to the other side, the grade getting steeper and curving to the left on the other side . There was a brief reprieve from the weather in the Mercer Tunnel, then I was out into the rain and wind as I crossed Mercer Island. I'd usually be doing about 70mph as I came down the other side of the island. Then another water crossing, much shorter than the first; then up the long grade past Factoria to 139th St. where I'd exit. I always felt the thrill of triumph as I pulled into the garage, feeling like I'd cheated death, the elements and my human frailties once again.
Of course, the ride home had different thrills and risks. Fog, the possibility of black ice, increased traffic and me feeling weird and out of sorts from still trying to get used to working nights...


My good friend and bandmate, Matt and his lovely Leslie are now the proud parents of a healthy baby girl. Miss Ana, I do look forward to making your acquaintance soon. Congrats all around!!

Oh yeah! You can catch the first glimpse of the new Fey Ray album here...it won't be out until February, though...

11.13.2003

Marcus thought he would drop some science upon us:

Something to get your day going...

The WSJ reported that fecal material and bacteria can be flung at least 20
feet away from a toilet during flushing. They recommend always washing your
toothbrush in hydrogen peroxide before use. They kind of recommend closing
the lid as well, but there you go.


El Stu thought he'd drop, uh, something else:

Yeah, I heard that. I have to remember to close my mouth when I'm bent down
inspecting the length and girth of my stool. But sometimes my jaw is
hanging open in awe.

11.11.2003

I learned a couple of important things this weekend:

1. I can still drink a fifth of Tequila with little to no effect.

2. I really, really like watching rugby on TV.

I took Sunday off from work so's I could catch my post-punk heroes Killing Joke at the Showbox -- but then I decided not to go. I was pretty tired, off my sleep schedule and afraid I was gonna get sick, 'cause so many friends have been felled by colds in the last week.
On Friday, Sheri came over to visit. We watched soccer and drank screwdrivers. She was leaving to interview at a couple of colleges "back east" and wanted to see me before she left. On Saturday, I was feeling a little stir crazy, so I went to visit El Stu. We got caught up and had lunch at Cyclops. Then it was home for a short nap, then out to Gopi's for a party. I spun for little while, mostly for myself -- then Frito took over. FloorM@ was also in the house, as was a female DJ, whose name escapes me...
The party was fun, and everyone was really friendly. Or maybe it was the tequila...Anyway, we all had a a really good time. The best part was coming home at 3AM and eating tomato bisque from Safeway...that's shiz the BOMB, yo!
I got up around 11 on Sunday and motored to the lovely Cafe Flora for a post-event NSC meeting. Then Matt, Seth and I were supposed to have band practice but realized that wasn't going to happen when we found out that my gear was locked in Sean's garage -- and he was out of town.
In addition to all that, I managed to catch a couple of soccer matches and 2003 Rugby World Cup matches (pulling for NZ--they dance real good) and I read from cover to cover Echoes of Earth.

And now I'm off to meet Mercy at Easy Street Records in Wes'Seattle for breakfast...and she's buying!!

11.06.2003

Am I Black Enough For Ya?!

I wrote a letter to the editor of Salon the other night after reading an article by Laura Miller on the TV show "Angel". In it Ms. Miller opines:

Plus, can we talk about Gunn, please? News flash, everyone: He's black. Race has never been a subject well tackled by Mutant Enemy, the company that produces both shows, and the mystery is why. Gunn's situation -- a black man who left the community he grew up in and defended with his life to fight the "bigger" good fight with a handful of white folks -- just naturally generates the kind of internal quandaries that make Whedon's characters' travails so fascinating. Doesn't Gunn ever feel a twinge of homesickness, of identity confusion, of racial alienation? The new season's idea of implanting him with a comprehensive knowledge of the law is amusing, but does he have to be such an Oreo?

First of all, some of the issues with "Gunn's situation" were addressed in Season 3 (which was back when I watched the show regular-like). Secondly, OREO?! Excuse me?! It's bad enough that black people have been actively restricted and discouraged from realizing their dreams, indenties and aspirations throughout most of their history in these United States, but now we can even catch shit for not being "black enough!"
I don't what color Ms. Miller is but that doesn't excuse such ignorant, hateful behavior. I've had "Oreo" levelled at me before, usually by white folks who (at best) thought they were being funny and (at worst) were trying to hurt me or thought they knew enough about "what black people do" to be making such charges. What is most offending to me is the idea behind the term -- That my personal influences, interests, likes, dislikes and life experience all mean nothing in the face of my black skin. That all black people are the same, no matter where we came from or what we do -- like we're mass produced in a vat somewhere. Most of my most deeply held beliefs are centered around the power and potential of the individual. Calling someone an Oreo (or conversely, a Wigger) robs that person of the their selfhood, their individuality, their right to self determination and realization by impugning their personhood. By insinuating that they are not being themselves, but rather "acting".
To those who hold such attitudes, I'm (not) sorry, but whatever expectations you have for me in the way I speak, think, look or act are your fucking problem. Not mine.
Even though the discussion at hand was about a fictional character, I was happy to see Ms. Miller get a good blasting in the Letters section. Why a Senior Editor gets to spout off crap like she does (don't even get me started on her ad homium attack on Chuck Palahniuk) is beyond me, but it appears she doesn't have to apologize for being FUCKING WRONG. I guess that either way, Salon gets hits.
And lord knows they could use the attention...

11.03.2003

I don't know if it was due to Halloween being on a weekend or some sort of post millenium tension, but it seemed like the whole town was partying!

This year marked the most successful Troll A Ween and Troll A Go Go yet! It's really amazing how we go through considerable stress and strain each year only to pull off one of the best parties in town! We had over 700 in attendence and everyone seemed to be having a great time. I was really impressed with Quasi Nada and Kultur Shock put on a set that was both fierce and funky!

After putting in a 13 hour day at the TAGG and six hours cleaning up, I was too tired to attend the Noche de los Muertos party put on by the Space Virgins, et al on Saturday night. But I did go to Future Soul at the Baltic Room on Sunday night to dig on the cool vibes my bros in the Sun|Tzu collective were throwing down.

I'm going back to work to get some rest...

(To think there was a time that this would've been an 'average' weekend.)