Today, Tomorrow and the Next Day

Today, Tomorrow and the Next Day...

Are dedicated to Troll A Go Go. Didja see the ad in the Stranger? Adumb is the Devil!! HAHAHAHA!!


Before I go, I wanna give a birthday shout-out to my man Chad. Dude, happy 32nd!

Oh Yeah! Read this...the Dr. weighs in.



Another Reason to Keep Living

Another Reason to Keep Living

Frito sent me a link to a new Clem Snide song. I really like it - it sounds like Eef is moving a little further away from the 'alt-country' thing, but I always thought that they got tagged with it due to the rather plaintive quality of his voice.
Some folks weren't feeling the last record, Soft Spot. But I thought it was awesome. It was heartfelt and honest. Eef's songs tend to be a tad arch, but I thought it was cool for him to drop his guard and take off the "I'm the smartest guy in the room" stance and just write some purty songs.
*sigh* I suppose this means they'll tour soon. See you at the Croc!


A Quickie...

A Quickie...

Things are moving right along here. This weekend was spent between here and the new house. The cable guy came over and I helped Laura finish cleaning out her old place and brought some stuff I had stored in the basement here over. We've even met some of our neighbors. Laura says one of them likes to walk around the house nekkid...and she's "perky." Hm.
Regardless, I can't wait to get moved and have y'all come over. For poker. Or to hang out...
I also got a cell phone and I'm fascinated by the fact that - if I let myself - I could become fascinated with the thing. To you who already own one, you probably don't notice anymore, but standing in the mall while waiting for my phone to get activated -- all the people yakking and gaming and entering text messages and playing games...it's like some weird toy for grownups!
I got a pretty cheap plan: 200 minutes a month. And I only plan on carrying it when I'm away from a computer for a significant period of time, so it'll probably stil be better to send me an email. Laura says she want's a home line, so I'll give that number to those of you who are "worthy" at a later date.

This weekend is devoted to setting up and doing Troll A Go Go. We're keeping things simple 'cause Halloween falls on a Sunday this year and we're hoping not everyone will be partied out come Sunday. I'm going to try and make to the Hive Mind party at Jordan's which is always interesting. One of these years, I'm gonna manage NOT to be single around Halloween so's I can hang out in the make-out room without feeling like a creep. That's right, me and Hotsy are over. I didn't think her work/school schedule could accomodate a relationship and I took a sort of wait & see attitude.
She came to agree with me, but we both expressed a desire to remain good friends and will probably hang out when her schedule allows. I don't feel bad about it at all, although I'm afraid she's going to make herself sick with all the stuff she's involved in!

Just think! This time next week, I will have made my way down to the polls and cast my long-awaited vote. No matter the outcome, that does not mean the struggle is over. Not by a long shot. We still gotta figure out a way to limit corporate power, reduce our dependence on oil, undo or restrict the eviromental damage done these last four years, fight for gender equality, human rights and civil liberties and (!) most important of all: Not give our enemies a fucking inch! Look around you. Discourse has become impossible and "they" love to play the underdog, even though they've had incredible and unprecedented power over the last four years.
If progressives can stick together and hold whomever's in power's feet to fire and call them on their bullshit, we might just get our country back. Yeah, I'm an idealist - you gotta a fuckin' problem with that?

I will end this with the words of the late, great Joe Strummer:

White Riot

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

Black man gotta lotta problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick

An' everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
An' nobody wants
To go to jail!

All the power's in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it

Everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!

Are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?




I guess the biggest personal news is that I'm moving! After living with Frito for most of the last 6 or so years, I'm leaving SOUL HEAVEN (while he still likes me) and moving to a new place.
It's a spacious house with plenty of room for having y'all over for summer BBQ's, B-day and holiday partys and the occasional "Just Cuz We Felt Like It" get-together. I think some of you know my new housemate Laura M.
We're gonna skip having a land line, so I'm FINALLY going to give in and get a cell-phone! I'll have a number in a couple of days.
I don't plan on being in the new space until sometime around, on or after Nov. 4th.
I'm gonna miss the Haus of Intrigue - South Genesee Branch (AKA Home of the SGC AKA SOUL HEAVEN) and Scott is most generous, considerate and kind (*sniff*) roommate/landlord one could hope for, but I'm looking forward to new adventures in a new place!

I haven't updated in awhile, 'cos there's so much going on I can't seem to keep track of it all!
Fey Ray is trying out guitarists, there was The Stranger's Genius Awards last week, work, friends, Troll A Go Go...

The days grow short and the evenings cold. In the darkness leave rustle, an owl hoots, and an unseen thing goes bump in the night. It can only mean one thing...

It's time once again for:

The annual All-Hallows Eve masquerade party & fundraising benefit for the Fremont Arts Council with music by:

FCS North (featuring DJ Collage)
Sun-Tzu Sound
& No-Fi Soul Rebellion

and performance from:
inFusion Tribal Belly Dance
The Cabiri
& more!

SUNDAY OCTOBER 31st, 2004, 9:00pm (8:00pm Doors) @ the Chocolate Factory (old Red Hook Brewery) 3400 Phinney Ave North

An annual All-Hallows-Eve celebration, haunted masquerade ball, and Fremont Arts Council fundraiser, TROLL-A-GO-GO 2004, once again brings you a night of music, trapeze, belly-dance and art & performance of all sort – with YOU, in all your costumed glory, as the fabulous centerpiece of the d├ęcor!

This year's Troll-a-go-go takes place on Halloween night, Sunday October 31st at The Chocolate Factory (aka: the old Red Hook Brewery building) at N 34th St. & Phinney Ave North – the same location as last year’s memorable, all-star masquerade blow-out, attended by over 900 people!

Ticket prices are $8 in advance, $10 at the door ($15 w/out costume). This event is 21+ only (w/ I.D.) and beer & wine will be available to ‘lubricate your groove thang’ for a whirlwind night of costumed festivities, masked decadence & delicious haunted revelry.

***As many of you know, TROLL-A-GO GO has reputation for selling out!***
So get your tickets early and help support the Fremont Arts Council's
critical work of keeping community arts and free expression alive and well
in this great city of ours.

Advance tickets available at all Sonic Boom Records locations or online at:


The Fremont Arts Council: http://www.fremontartscouncil.org
FCS North: http://www.fcsnorth.com/index.php
DJ Collage: http://www.lasarletter.com/DJCollage/djmain.htm
Sun-Tzu Sound: http://www.suntzusound.com
No-Fi Soul Rebellion: http://www.nofisoulrebellion.com
inFusion Tribal Belly Dance: http://www.infusiontribal.com
The Cabiri: http://www.anunnaki.org/cabiri
Sonic Boom Records: http://www.sonicboomrecords.com


I Am an Idiot.

I Am an Idiot.

OK, not really. I think I'm pretty smart, but more in a instinctual or intuative way than book-learned - not that I don't read. I do, constantly. Wanna know what the Oracle at Delphi was about? I know. How many light years to the three stars that make Orion's "belt" (and their names)? Gotcha. I don't have all those reference books stacked next to my bed for nothin'. And yeah, it's weird. I wholeheartedly agree with you, but when you're the weirdo, what can you do? I've stopped fighting and learned to love "The Dictionary of Word and Phrase Orgins." So there.
Unfortunately, as I get older things just don't pour into my head like they used to. Or maybe it's the sheer amount of information that one has to absorb on a daily basis to feel informed - but one things for sure, it's a freaking struggle.
Another thing is that I'd rather have empirical knowledge of a thing rather than spending valuable time reading the manual. This can sometimes be a rewarding and quick way to do things. It can, however sometimes be quite expensive. You see where this might be going?
A couple of months ago I parked my bike at the local Post Office to mail off some CD's for the Metafilter Swap I was in. The PO is on a hill and none of the spots are flat. I'd parked there before successfully and I was in a bit of a hurry, so I didn't think much about pulling into a slot and running in with my packages. I knew the noon rush would begin soon and I hoped to beat a long wait in line.
As I walked in a young Asian lady walked out. As it turned out, she was parked in the space next to mine. I don't know if she actually touched my bike in some way, or if it was the vibration from shutting her car door or perhaps starting the engine, but all I heard was a loud CRASH! My bike had fallen over.
I ran outside and picked her up, horrified. The lady gave me a "Don't blame me, mister!" look and backed out of her spot. I found a better (flatter) place to park, cursing my poor judgement.
I took stock of the damage. There was a small scrape/dent on the exhaust pipe, the brake lever was bent and the plastic end cap on the throttle had broken off. Shit. I went back into the Post Office, took care of my bidness and rode home.
I ordered new parts for the throttle grip and brake lever. Hotsy took me out to the dealership to pick up the brake lever ($40!) and I found some grips at JC Whitney for $29 or so. I put the lever on right away and when the grips arrived a week later I put off putting them on, 'cause a) they came with no instructions and b) I'd done some reading at Gadgit's Fix-it site and was now thoroughly confused as to what I was doing.
As it turns out, there are two kinds of grips you can buy. 1) What are called "universal" or "slip-on" grips and 2.) grips that bike-specific and come with a new throttle assembly. I was a bit confused as to what I'd actually ordered as far as I could tell, the grips were compatible with my bike but beyond that I didn't know as the grips came with no instructions.
But Saturday, I was feeling gung-ho and figured that I could just kludge something together, or figure it out somehow. I bought grip glue from a University Honda on Capitol Hill and sallied forth to do the repair. A quick glance told me the grips were similar, so I grabbed one and went out side. The first thing I could tell is that I did not need to replace the throttle assembly. Once I cut off the old grip, I could see the plastic sheath underneath it ran into the switch box. So I got out a rubber mallet and started tapping the new grip on. Which turned out to be a lot harder than it looked. I whanged away for a good 15 minutes and when I was done, the grip was mostly on, but was an inch or so short of being all-the-way on.
Since we were leaving for Men's Poker Retreat, I didn't really have time to figure out what was wrong, so I covered my bike and took off for the weekend.
When I got back, I realized that I could not ride it like that. So after several minutes trying various schemes to remove the (now stuck) grip, I decided on a pretty radical solution. I took a box cutter to it.
Needless to say, the grip came off, but now was totally useless.
Somewhat dejected, I figured what I actually needed now was a new grip with a throttle assembly. I went in, surfed the net and ordered a new pair. They were $55. Shortly after that, I walked into the kitchen and while chatting with Cindy, I picked up the remaining grip...and noticed that it's interior diameter was larger than the grip I'd just destroyed.
"Jeez, I'm dumb." I groaned. I went outside and installed the throttle grip with a bit of glue and two taps from the mallet. Which took all of three minutes.
To make a long (and dull) story short, I now have new, matching (and quite handsome) new grips on my bike. If I can swing it this month, I'm thinking it's time for some nice whitewall tires...but someone else is gonna install those.




I'm back from the Men's Poker Retreat. I'll spare you all the gruesome details, but imagine 8 dudes in a cabin in the Okanogan National Forest. Bourbon, beer, tobacco, cards, cash, more food than a small grocery and conversations often punctuated by farts and burps and you get the idea.
Actually, the cabin was really cool. It had running water and gas powered stoves and a really cool solar panel set up (backed up by a generator) for electricity. The only thing I didn't like was the wasps and hornets that were EVERYWHERE - even inside the house! The first might we were there, we went outside in time to catch either wolves or coyotes howling at the moon.
Frito and I went fishing at Black Pine Lake for a few hours yesterday, the lake is nestled in some mountains and it was so clear you could see to the bottom. The fish mocked us by swimming up to the bait, but they wouldn't go for it. It was really peaceful and we just shot the shit, absorbed the heat of the day and watched the dragonflys strafing the lake.
We drove into Twisp and bought more (!) beer and Maker's Mark before heading back.
As for the poker, my game is improving rapidly. I didn't win any money, but I did finish 4th in the big game ($20 buy-in) and third in the small game the next day. I find it hard to keep focused on the game about an hour in. I actually went all-in on a lousy hand just to get out! I also need to learn how to convert the "majority hands" into wins.
I took lots of pictures, I hope to have some up soon...