6.28.2004

Whuf!

The weekend passed in a blink of an eye...

On Friday I came home, geared up and rode out to George Dean's Seattle Cycle Service in Mountlake Terrace for my 7K tune up. I was going to have Cindy follow me I case I had to leave the bike, but I didn't have the heart to make her get up, so I told her I'd call if I needed a lift.
Sure enough, she had to drive up and get me. We hung out a bit before coming home and then she went on a gardening tear while I crashed.
I woke up after Frito got home, we puttered around and watch TV, then went over the Sean's for Gentlemen's Poker night. Aaron, Jason, Frito, Sean, Tim, Matt and a couple of his pals all played while I watched and read. I used to be good at video poker, but somehow I lost interest. However, it was fun watching, drinkin' and trash talkin' with the rest of 'em. The game went on forever - I think they started at 9 and it ended some time around 2AM with Sean winding up the big winner.
Saturday was Meatfest 2004. Frito and I went to the liquor store and bought some booze, then he took me up to the shop to get my bike. She sounded so freakin' good when I started her up - the valve chatter was (mostly) gone and she purred like a kitten. I made a stop at the Army Surplus store to get a new flight jacket then returned home. Scott had to wait for Cindy to get ready, so I bailed and rode over to Jay's.
The grills were already rockin' when I got there. I walked into the kitchen where Jay was whipping up some sort of dish and said my hellos, then went outside and greeted the rest of the gang.
There was a pretty good turnout this year, I saw some folks I hadn't seen in awhile and dined on ribs, brisket, lamb, devilled eggs (stuffed with either chorizo or crab meat) cake and a couple different types of salad. I didn't get to the suckling pig, salmon or oysters or even Oani's Caramel Apple Pie...but I ain't complaining. I hung out with Jae Jin and Renee, we traded gossip, drank some beers and smoked some cigs. It was a beautiful day, but food, booze and the heat has a way of taking it out of you.
Scott and Cindy left before I did, 'cause they wanted to get a nap in before going to see Sanford Arms at The Sunset Tavern. I stayed until 9, then rode out there.
Scott told me SA was on first, but that wasn't the case. I didn't know if I'd make it through all three bands. Tracker, a group from Portland started the set off. I wanted to like them, 'cause I thought they had a really good sound, but they kept losing points by obscuring their (rather good) vaguely countryish and plaintive songs with gimmicks like tape loops, xylophones & weird keyboard breaks. I got the impression that these guys hadn't been together very long and on checking out their site, I found I was (somewhat) correct. Anyway, I'll be downloading some mp3's from the site, mabye it comes off better recorded-like.
Anyway, Mala Vista came on next...and killed me with a narco version of "Mad World", then he singer said they were gonna "Take it down a notch." And he wasn't kiddin'! So I bailed.
The ride home, with all the streets to myself and a lovely half moon was ossem.

6.22.2004

Nothing Ventured

Nothing Ventured

We were drinking and talking about relationships -- specifically: Him.

"It's too bad we didn't work out." she said.
"It's funny, 'cause he was the one boy who didn't like me and all the other boys like me."
From just about anyone else that would've sounded terribly arrogant. From her it didn't, 'cause in her case it was just terribly true. I decided right then that discretion was the better part of disclosure and nodded mutely, hoping that nothing in my face or body language gave any hint of the brief weeks I'd been obsessed with her. She had it all - beauty, brains and she had effect on me that spoke to my intellectual yearnings. Hardly anyone had ever done that before.
I repeated something I remembered from Seinfeld about God not wanting any of us to get together, then talked about my belief that experience teaches us to avoid scenarios that result in psychic damage, while inwardly cursing my cowardice. Yet relived that I'd listened to my inner counsel, avoiding yet another awkward situation.
I wonder when I will get to tell all that is in my heart without fear?
She chuckled and agreed, apprasing me with those cool blue eyes. She knew...but she was kind enough not to make me suffer for it.
I wondered just how long she'd had my number.

Probably the minute I said "Hello."

6.21.2004

Cool Runnin's...

Cool Runnin's...

It's gonna be hot again today, which is only fitting now that summer is in effect. I've been trying to go to bed earlier so I can get 5-6 hours of sleep in before the sun starts hitting my side of the house, but that leads to some long days for me. I have window fan in now courtesy of the Frito and it helps.

Fey Ray played at ConWorks on Thursday. There was a panel discussion on music and memory in which serveral folks involved in the Seattle music scene (very few of them actual musicians) got up to play a song that evoked a particular memory for them. Imaginary Girl Dana scored some points with Squeeze's "Up the Junction" and photographer Charles Peterson played a bit of the first Clash album and talked about becoming the only punk at his high school in Bothell. One of the guys from The Capillaries did a really moving bit about how Kiss' "Gods of Thunder" reflected the state he was in while his parents were going through a divorce.
Unfortunately, the panel ran overlong and basically everyone but a few friends and the guys in Sageant Major bolted after it was over. And after stewing in my own juices for so long and dreading the long night ahead, my enthusiasm ebbed. We played OK and our cover of The Cars "Just What I Needed" went over well, but I wasn't feeling it.

On Friday, I blew off the MefiNW meetup on Friday only to find out that an old coworker of mine was going to be there! I've been wondering what she was up to all this time and it would've been nice to catch up. Instead, I slept all afternoon and then Scott, Neil Stu and I went to Barca and sat outside enjoying the cool night air, booze and the scantily-clad young ladies going in and out of the bar. The only thing of note was that some guy in a Mercedes wasn't watching where he was going and knocked over this guy's sportbike parked behind him. I thought the guy was gonna drive off, but there were no less than 10 people watching him. Somebody ran over with a digital camera and tooks some shots of the scene. They were trying to lift the bike back up when the owner came running over. He was a bit excited at first, but calmed down pretty quickly.
I head the clutch lever had snapped off in the fall, but somehow he got it together enough to ride the bike home. So I guess he'll be getting a nice check soon.

Frito and I made a run to Dick's a then headed home. I got up at 9 and rode out to Louise's for bagels and mimosas before the Solstice Parade. The neighborhood was already jammed with people at 10. I was the first to arrive, but then several of Louise's friends showed up and we all walked down to the parade route.
I wanted to view it from my traditional spot and I was hoping to find Scott and Cindy so I walked back and forth in front of the Triangle Tavern hoping to catch them, when I ran into Suze. She was strolling down the block, wearing red and black with her iPod on, radiant as some earthly manisfestation of Brighid the Irish Sun Goddess.
We found a nice spot in the shade and enjoyed cool breezes all during the parade. (Perhaps this was Suze's doing - I wouldn't be surprised.) It pretty much like it was every year, 'cept there were more people about due to the good weather and an abundence of naked cyclists.

Afterward, Suze breezed off to the U-district and I plodded back up the hill to see if I could catch anyone. I ran into Louise and Ji-Huyn and they told me Scott was looking for me near the Triangle. I grabbed my coat from Louise's backyard and moved my bike down the hill. Then I found Scott and Cindy waiting the other side of the block from where Suze and I had been. We then decended in the human maelstrom of the fair. It took us forever to decide where to eat and then we settled by the canal. Neil walked over from his place in Ballard and joined us, then we ran into Megan-Poo and her friends. I wanted to get home, so Poo and I made plans to meet for bunch the next day.
I left the group and when back to bike. Just as I was about to pull out, Laura came rolling up. She jumped out, hugged me and invited me to a BBQ.

I rode home via the usual route, enjoying the weather and the sights. Every park along the Lake was full of folks blasting music and hauling coolers full of comestibles down to the grills. I got home and racked out for a couple of hours, then hopped on my bike and rode out to Laura's. She had steaks, huge turkey breasts, tuna steaks and chicken on the grill. In addition there was grilled asperagus with sauteed vidalia onions, squash, eggplant and corn! I was introduced to her neighbor and her friends and we feasted in the rapidly gathering darkness. Around 11, I bailed for home via SR99 and at 50mph, the night air was wonderful!

Megan came by on Sunday morning and we went out for brunch. She's been crazy busy with school and work and we hadn't seen much of each other. So we spent an hour or two catching up. I gave her a new mix CD and she was on her way. Later I went to band practice then work.

Tonight, I was visited by the lovely (and newly blond) Maria. We got takeout Chinese food, then went to Seward Park to eat. She told me of her latest endeavors, managing a band and singing lessons. She wants to start a band, which I think would be quite awesome for her.

Tomorrow, Anika will be coming for tea and Satuday is MEATFEST '04...

6.17.2004

BTW-

BTW-

So I went out looking for some reflective tape. I figured that since most of my riding is done at night, and that most the stuff I have on is black, that perhaps it would be wise to do something to increase my visibility a bit. So I moseyed into Lowe's and started looking around. I found packing tape, neon-colored construction tape and lots of masking tape for painting, etc. I tracked down a salesman and asked him, but he seemed somewhat befuddled by my request, so I explained that I wanted it for my motorcycle helmet.
"They still won't see you, y'know." He said.
"Yeah, but every little bit helps." I grin.
He then tells me that he used to ride, but he'd traded his bike for a "cage" - with a nice sound system, he added.
Pussy.
Then he leads me to all the places that I'd been to before. Still no tape.
"It's cool," I say. "I'll just go up front and ask Customer Service if they can look it up."
I go up front and some guy is trying to get a defective lawnmower fixed. The cute blond is trying to not throttle the guy as he peppers her with dozens of questions.
I wait...wondering how this would go down in a big city, like New York or Chicago. Would I push my way up to the front and ask my question? Then casually insult the Lawnmower Man if he tries to protest? Thinking about a confrontation like that amuses me as the minutes creep past.
Finally, the woman next to the Customer Service girl is free. I step up. "Hey. I was wondering if y'all stock any reflective tape."
She looks at me as if I asked if I could have sex with her in a really uncomfortable place.
"Ahhhhhhh..." She said.
"Well, couldja look it up?" I'm getting annoyed. Why are the simplest things always so fuckin' hard?!
She snaps out of it and does some quick typing. No reflective tape.
I leave Lowe's muttering under my breath. I hop on my my bike and go down to Schuck's Auto Parts. After several minutes, I locate some reflective tape, but it's red. I wanted white -- Dammit!
My other option right now is Fred Meyer. Except there isn't one close to my house...
I swear: Sometimes I think my middle name should be "Thwarted."

In other news: After a couple short, intense disagreements, GG and I have parted ways. The arguement was so dumb, it's not worth going into here but 4 out of 5 friends have confirmed that I am in the right. The fifth one says I'm just being stubborn.

6.15.2004

My Brain Is Empty.

My Brain Is Empty.

Sorry if you tuned in expecting mildly amusing stories, an interesting link or perhaps my unique twist on thangs.
As George Costanza would say, "I got nothin'."
This weekend I pretty much sat my ass, visted GG, read and watched TV.
I did buy some new CD's however! I got Panthers "Let's Get Serious", !!!'s "Louden Up Now", new Pedro the Lion and Sunset Valley, a two-disc collection by The Fall, and the remastered "Northern Sulphuric Soul" by Rea & Christian. Also, I've been downloading free mp3's at work. I really like (and plan to get) Marianas, Aspera per Ardua, This Blue Holiday, The Desert Fathers, John Vanderslice, Franklin, Secret Machines, M83, mum, Piano Magic, Sounds from the Ground, Dub Addxx, Alpha & Omega, Fingertwister & Waldeck. I'd link to all those, but just go to Epitonic and Pitchfork and you should find most of them. I'm looking forward to new releases from GBV, Spoon and American Music Club.
Glamour Girl and I did go out to dinner on Saturday, at one of the 5-6 Thai places in Fremont. You know, the one in the house near Rudy's Barbershop.
The waitress came up and told GG that she looked really pretty.
"That's odd," I says. "You always get lots of compliments on how attractive you are! I asked Anna Banana what she thought of your rendition of "Please, Please" at the Wig N Skirt and she was all like, "THAT'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!! SHE'S HOT!!" and Holly thought you were hot stuff too!"
GG just laughed, "But that all comes from women!"
I'm like, "So it doesn't count?" Chad and I used to say our co-worker Dante was a sexy man, but he didn't have strangers walking up to him.
So all weekend, I'd look at her and shout, "Hot!" and she'd roll her big hazel/Gray eyes at me.
On Sunday, Anika, Stu, Scott, Cindy and I met up at a park in the North End for some croquet. Anika really went all out, she brought a Thermos of tea and cucumber sandwiches ad she had on a skirt, sweater and Mary Jane's, which managed to make her look demure and very sexy all at the same time. I was joking that we should all wear white from now on...but then maybe not. I look fat(ter) in white, I think.
Anyway, Stu went on a tear and won all three games. I had to get home for some sleep before work, so I kinda threw my last game.
And that's about it...
On Thursday my band is playing at ConWorks, Friday is Tabitha's graduation from Hoortycultcha school (Congrats, bitch!) and a Metafilter Meetup. Saturday is the Solstice Parade and Fremont Fair in Fremont. Lisa Shaw and Miguel Migs are at the Showbox too!

6.09.2004

RWR R.I.P.

RWR R.I.P.

Someone recently sent me one of those "fun" email surveys. On it was the question: Who was your first enemy? Without hesitation I wrote: Ronald Fuckin' Reagan.
I was (of course) too young to remember the Civil Rights struggles of the 60's and I didn't understand the bitter disappointment and rancor in it's aftermath during the Nixon years, but I was in my early teens when Reagan was elected. It was the first time I remember feeling that government was indifferent to me and best and actually out harm me at worst. My parents had split up in 1978 and my father moved back to Georgia the following year in order to closer to his family. My mother was a preschool teacher raising two kids pretty much on her own with only sporadic help from the old man, who was busy trying to get his own shit together, all the while proclaiming he could do a better job. Needless to say, cash was tight, especially during the summers and just to deal, we needed -- shall we say "help" from time to time. After a pretty solid middle class upbringing where I never wanted for anything, it was quite an adjustment.
Do I blame Reagan for this? No. What I do blame him for is his cracks about "welfare queens" and the nightmares I had about nuclear war and his message, heard loud and clear, that he did not give a fuck about me and mine...and was quite proud of that fact. To be poor, and sometimes to be black and poor makes you a target in this country. Never did I feel more unsafe than during this time.
Reagan was the one, through Iran/Contra and covert action in South and Central America who showed me firsthand that America was not always the good guy in a white hat and that patriotism could have an ugly side.
Yet, with time and distance I understand a few things better now. For all his faults, at least there were some guiding principles at work there. Flawed, sometime fucked up principles but unlike our current President, Reagan at least had some.
I'm really surprised at the length of this post...! But if you wanted to know the start of my political awakining, it began that day in January 1980 when Reagan took office.

6.07.2004

Thank You, Atkins!!

Thank You, Atkins!!

On Friday, Frito and I moseyed down to the Crocodile Cafe to see The Standard, Oceansize and Mclusky. The joint was packed and sold out shortly after we got in. After procuring beers for ourselves, we went into the music room just as The Standard were getting started and proceed to have our ears lovingly assaulted all night long. Because I am a lazy bastard, I'll point to you a-better-than-decent review here and tell you that you should check out both The Standard and Mclusky if you haven't already.
On Saturday I went over to Jordan's place to help set up for the 6th Annual Wig N Skirt Party. We put velvet paintings in the Karaoke Room, wrote fortunes to stick in balloons in the Balloon Room, set up a bar on the back porch, put up lighting, moved furniture, etc. I then went home and got my gear and went to Kristina's so's we could get some dinner before heading to the party.
(An Aside: I guess I've been kinda holding out on this for awhile, but I didn't want to jinx it, and I wasn't sure how it might go until very recently but I guess I got some news: I have a girlfriend!
I met Kristina online (the expensive one that asks you hella questions) and I remember thinking on seeing her picture that she was the one I wanted. I joined just so I could talk to her. I was afraid to get my hopes up, but she responded and we seemed to click. Our first date was about a month ago on a Friday, we went to The Triangle on and met up with Chad, his girlfriend Kelly and some friends of hers. The date ended Sunday night!
K. is a bit of a workaholic, putting in 10 and 12 hour days and since I work nights, I was afraid we might fail, but we seem to be working it out. She comes over a couple of times a week and gets into bed with me until it's time to go to work. For my part, I'm going to try going to bed earlier so I can see her more often. My girl paints and draws and has a way of looking elegant even when wearing jeans, a t-shirt and flip-flops. Now if I could just get her into some better music...)
Anyway, we ate and the Blue Star in Wallingford then got our gear on (me, long plain black skirt, black shirt, boots and white socks. I put on some hugh Mardi Gras beads. K wore a sexy black dress, sandals and a red wig) and we headed out.
Dan told everyone to get there early, as they were going to stop admitting people once the house got full. So the Westsiiide Posse was already there when we arrived.
We quickly set up in the kitchen and made some drinks, then retired to the back porch to smoke some menthols and greet our friends at they came in. After awhile the party bacame a swirl or light, sound and color and there were many, many fine wigs in the house. Frito took some pictures. K and I left around 1:30AM, it sounds like things got pretty crazy after that, but I had "Thangs Ta Do", so I don't feel bad about missing Stu fall over drunk and Neil chasing a really pretty girl around all night.
On Monday morning I was feeling that something was missing from my life. Something important. No, I'm not talking about Jesus...I'm talking about Lucky Fuckin' Charms. I went to the local Safeway and discovered they were on sale -- for $2 a freakin' box! I bought three.
I wondered about this. Cereal is usually crazy expensive, I've paid close to $4 a box in my time and that was before gas prices caused everything else to go up. So, why so cheap? I have a theory: Atkins.
What is breakfast cereal (especially Lucky Charms) other then pure carbohydrates?
I'm gonna stock up!

6.03.2004

Untel Dump

Untel Dump

Man, canya belive it's Thursday already?

Our trip to Rendezvous Mountain over the weekend was relaxing, though Friday afternoon traffic and heavy rain in the pass made for some slow going. I think we left the house around two and after a couple of stops (to buy food and gas) we didn't arrive at the cabin until close to 9PM!
I basically spent most of the time reading the 10 Sandman volumes Pam loaned me...and eating all manner of junk food. We also played croquet and board games. We went into nearby Winthrop a couple of times and I ran into an former co-worker in an restaurant there!
On Monday, I insisted on coming back early as possible 'cause I had to go to work that night. We got home around 4, so I got a few hours in before rolling downtown.
On Monday, I started a project that I'd been dying to do for weeks! I gutted the exhaust on my motorcycle. It was a pretty easy job and took longer than it should only because I was woefully unprepared toolwise. I had to make a couple of runs to Lowe's to get everything. Now my pipes are nice and loud - not HEY! LOOK AT ME!! loud, but loud enough to make cause me to grin happily as I roar down the street. Bettie seems to have a bit more "Umph!" too!
Yesterday, I started working on my scooter. I've had a couple of people ask me if I'd be interested in selling her and figured I should get her up to snuff before I had folks coming over to look. I went down to Big People to get some stuff and asked Jeff if he'd seen an increase in sales since gas prices went up. He laughed and told me that they are #1 in new scooter sales in the entire country!
Now, all I need to do is buy a new battery and get some oil and gas in her and clean her up a bit. I'd work on it some more, 'cept I haven't been sleeping well...I'm freakin' beat!
However, the weekend holds much promise, with those mighty Welsh punkrawkers Mclusky hitting the Croc on Friday and the Sixth Annual Wig & Skirt Party on Saturday. (pics here and here.
Oh...my Westsiiide friends have discovered Friendster. Be very afraid.