2.28.2005

butternutsquash

butternutsquash

butternutsquash is my new favorite online comix. You should read it from the beginning. It's very "Stuist" so don't complain to me that you weren't warned!

2.27.2005

We're Doing It Again!

We're Doing It Again!

This just in from Frito:

Hey all,

I just wanted to send a quick announcement that the 2005 Erotic Literature Contest is open for business. Apologies if you've already gotten a notice or 2 or 3. If this is your first, please check out:

http://www.eroticliteraturecontest.com

it's where you can submit your smut as well as ready the smut of others. Let me know if you experience any problems with the site.

cheerio,

scott

2.25.2005

It's Friday!

It's Friday!

This week seemed to fly by and now there is only the weekend, and five more days until I move on to the next phase of my workin' career. Molly, Rick & Renee have all been teasing me, calling me a "traitor" for leaving and telling me that anything that goes wrong in the lab is now my fault. I just laugh and pretend I'm starting to forget their names already. It's hard not to smile...spring is coming, I bought a grip of new music and suddenly, unexpectedly, I'm happier than I expected to be! I'll be sure to check with you again in a couple of weeks as I try to adjust to the new schedule, workload and routine all at once! But I think I can hang.
I'm not sure what's going on this weekend. I'm probably gonna stick close to home and try to finish Wolves of the Calla. I'm itching to tackle The Odyssey and then I'll try and knock off some other stuff I've got lying around. It's supposed to get up to 60F tomorrow, perhaps after band practice, I'll ride down to Frito's and bug him for a bit! I've been helping Laura get used to her bike and she's making some decent progresss. She takes the Motorcycle Safety course at the end of next month.

2.21.2005

Weekendage

Weekendage

Payday! Whoo! I went into the U-District, then Fremont to do a little shopping. Picked up CD's by Sounds from the Ground, Bugz in the Attic, U.N.K.L.E., The Ruby Doe and JFA Compilation #2. I wanted to some dub, but I'll go up to Zion's Gate for that.
I also stopped by a book store and picked up Robert Fagle's translation of The Odyessy. I'll be diving into that after I finish Stephen King's "Wolves of the Calla."
We met up at Lelanei Lanes, Stu, Rachel, Laura, Laura, Ji-Hyun and I for some a little friendly competition, drinkin' and karaoke. I won all three games, though Stu could rightfully despute the third game as the machines malfunctioned before his turn on the 10th frame.
He and I marked our continuing slide into Geezerdom when we reminisced about scoring games with paper and pencil, something Rachel (who is ten years to the day younger than me) doesn't remember.
We were watching a family in the lane next us bowling with the rails up.
"Back in my day, we didn't have rails." I quipped. "Fuck all this feel-good shit. If you couldn't keep the ball out of the gutter, you kept trying until you did!"
"That's right, even if it meant a whole row of goose eggs." Said Stu.
"Damn, straight. Failing builds character!"
After we finished our games we retired to the now crowded bar for beer, food and karaoke.
After perusing the song books, I couldn't find anything I was sufficiently motivated and/or drunk enough to want to sing. Though Ji-Hyun surprised us all with a pretty spirited version of Kylie Minogue's "Can't Get You Out of My Head."
On Saturday, I cleaned a bit and tried setting up a music server in the den, but I'm having some network issues. Grrr. Lindsay's birthday was Sunday so I invited her up for dinner and to see The Ruby Doe, Big Business and those hoary godfathers of grunge, Mudhoney. I got her a book of Pablo Neruda's poetry. We went down to the Palace Kitchen in Belltown, I had the burger, she had the fish. Then we walked over to the Crocodile and got in line. Fortunately, I had the good sense to order tickets ahead of time. We got drinks and headed into the music room. The Ruby Doe came out and kicked ass with their loud punkish rock & roll. I really like them, no-frills, no gimmicks and no b.s. Their set seemed really short, however. I look forward to catching them as headliners. Big Business seemed to take forever to set up, but when they got going, jeezus...It was like the loudest, burliest, musical funny-car had been unleashed on the earth! I'm certain that reality had been warped just a bit. I had to shake my head a few times in order to come back down!
We only watched a couple of Mudhoney songs. I've never really dug the band, the last time I'd seen them live was in 1990, just as they were starting to get national recognition. I think they sound like a watered-down version of The Stooges. So we bailed.
On Sunday, Laura and I cleaned house, then we went up north to Lynnwood, stopping at Bent Bike, where she got a helmet and I bought some leather gloves. We stopped at a couple of Korean markets, then a bubble tea joint and then headed home. I was tired from sleeping on the couch the night before, so I took a nap...planning to meet up with Oani and some of her friends later and woke up at 4AM. Whoa.

Goodbye, You Magnificent Bastard...

Goodbye, You Magnificent Bastard...

"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench. A long plastic hallway where pimps and thieves run free and good men die like dogs. There is also a negative side."

--Hunter S. Thompson (July 18, 1937 - February 20, 2005)

2.18.2005

GONE

GONE

It's finally happened. I got a new job today!

I was seriously dreading another summer working nights. Like everything in life, there is a tradeoff. I thought there'd be a chance to move to a better shift, but that didn't happen. As it stands, there aren't many opportunities for advancement in that department and working graveyard can be a isolating experience, both socially and professionally. Also, 3rd shifters in general experience a increase in various health risks. For quite a while I've felt like a zombie, just going through the motions and after 30 months. I've had enough.
I got an email from Gary last Saturday. He used to be Director of Production back in my PDI days. He was the one who got the company on track with color management (profiling your scanners, monitors and printers so you get WYSIWYG on print jobs) and got the scanning department moved in-house. He left a few years later, to start his own company.
Gary has always encouraged me in my "career". I didn't know anything at all about prepress at all when I started at PhotoDisc and it was he, Curtis, Richelle, Matt and Peter who were responsible for creating an atmosphere where we could have fun, learn and get paid.
Anyway, Gary told me that he had a job for me, so I went down to his offices on Tuesday and had a look around. It's a small company, only four employees, five, including myself. They do digital services for museums and visual professionals, scanning, color correction, etc. I'll be reunited with Johnny 2X, who's been working for Gary since 2001. The offer came in today and natcherally, I accepted!
The ol' learning curve will be steep, but I think I can handle it. This is a fairly small industry, it doesn't pay to slack off -- everyone knows each other! I'm going to get my eyes checked on sometime in the next week. I wanna be in good shape for this.
I sent my boss an email giving my two weeks notice today, she was cool about it. I'm going to miss the Night Monkeys and the few people outside my department that I know. But now my life will be become fuller as I will be able to go to shows, see friends and do a lot of things I haven't been able to in a long time.

Ad Astra Per Ardua!!

WHOO HOO!!!

2.14.2005

Good Gahdjahall!!

Good Gahdjahall!!

The trip to Bremerton was fun. It wasn't until I got off the boat that I realized that I hadn't been to Chad's house in several months. I found my way there with only one wrong turn, however.
He and I shot the shit while we waited for Dave. Then the three of us went downstairs and made some rather un-artful noise until we got bored. Then we ordered pizza and watched Bill Hicks.
I caught the 11:40 boat home. There was something thrilling about being surrounded by all that black water with the lights of Downtown Seattle, Bainbridge, West Seattle and the South Sound off in the distance. The ride home from the ferry was brief and cold and I zonked out hardcore.
Saturday was band practice. We got a gig on Thursday and we hadn't played together in a couple of weeks, but it was all good, through my distortion pedal is acting up. I hope replacing the battery is all I have to do.
After coming home and eating, Laura and I went down to the Rendezvous for Sean's 30th birthday party, Liz, Chrissy (Jason) and Patty were there as well as J-Lo, Gary, Chad and his new girlfriend and a couple other guys I'd met through Chad. We hung for about an hour or so, until Sean blew out the candles on his cake. Patty, Liz and Chrissy were headed off to either Kell's or the Pink Door. We told them we'd try to catch up with them later.
Laura and I went to Arthur and Julie's 'cause they was having a party. I didn't really know anyone other than the hosts, the rest of SushiRobo, Rob and Annie and Bradley Hanson and his lovely wife Meg (they took a lot of the photos on the Fey Ray site). We didn't stay long. From there we went back downtown to see if we could meet up with the Westsiiders, but they weren't at either place. I found out later they were down the street at Il Bistro.
So, Laura and I tried to hunt down Carla at O'Shea's in Wallingford (it was her birthday), but after driving around the block three times looking for parking, I was like: "Fuck it, let's go home."
We'd watched "The Grudge" earlier in the day (and I must say, I liked it better than Ju-On) and Laura was still a bit too freaked out to go to bed yet (she screamed like a little girl at some parts!) So I put on the extended version of Return of the King. She made it through one scotch and the first hour. I didn't go to bed until after 5 AM...Oy vey.
Sunday was spent goofing off and dreading the return to work...but for some reason, last night went by blisteringly fast. So, it's already late afternoon, I should really go to bed, but I want a sandwich and David Lee Roth is wailing "I'm on Fi-yaaaahhhh!" over and over in my head.

Maybe some straight vodka will help.

Stu says bowling on Friday. I says The Ruby Doe on Saturday.

You in?

2.11.2005

Roughshod Like Nephilim

Roughshod Like Nephilim

So a years ago, my friend Mitch and I tossed around the idea of starting a funky metal band. We had a name picked out and everything. I recruited my co-worker Chad, but we couldn't find either a drummer nor a practice space. Mitch moved to New York and Chad over to Bremerton and I puttered around until late 2001, when Matt, Seth and I got together to form Fey Ray.
But the metal band idea didn't exactly die. Chad was in Swelter and nomovingparts and is down with several guys who've played in and around the South Sound. We get on the I Give A Shit forum and discuss movies, books, politics and of course, music. And a lot of us are on MySpace.
One of Chad's buddies is Dave, who he played with in Swelter and most recently shredded in Argonaut. A few weeks ago Dave sent me a message and asked "When are we gonna put that band together?" I thought, "Why the hell not?"
Chad has a drum kit, bass gear and a recording setup, so all I have to do is show up. Dave's coming up from Tacoma. I figure we'll practice a couple of times a month and see how it goes. Chad says he's aiming for a Karp-like sludgefest, so maybe we'll tune down to C! Anyway, I gotta be back on Saturday for Fey Ray so I won't get to hang and visit my friends over there.
Roughshod Like Nephilim is the name I picked. It sounds large, loud and dynamic and since all three of us are kinda burly guys, it fits. Hopefully, we'll have some music to post soon.
Wish me luck!

2.08.2005

What I See in the Morning


From the 2nd floor at our place, looking east towards Wallingford at Sunrise. Posted by Hello

A wider shot of the same, with a bit more of the surrounding neighborhood. Posted by Hello

Lake Union, First Hill and Mt. Rainier Posted by Hello

2.07.2005

Whoopie. I just looove me some frat boys!

Whoopie. I just looove me some frat boys!

I took Thursday night off 'cause Fey Ray was supposed to play Neumo's along with Waves (In which our friend Mary is a member. She helped record and mix our album), those mavens of buzzy, shoegazey goodness, Black Nite Crash and new neo-post-punkers and new Seattle "it" band (managed my lovely Maria), Razrez. But, as the fates would have it, Matt got sick and we had to cancel.
Seth and I went to the gig anyway and I must say our replacement, Martian Letters to God was really good! They reminded me of Adorable, but poppier and with better songs! They played a really strong set, which had me and Seth chomping at the bit to rock! Ah well, I guess we'll just have to wait until the 17th. We have some new tunes that we're banging into shape, so hopefully we can debut them at The Central Saloon.
BNC played a really good LOUD set, they have the Jesus and Mary Chain sound down. I like their stuff, I just wish they'd take it further like the amazing Voyager One does. As for Razrez, they reminded me of the Dandy Warhols. Not so much in the way they sound, but for the "WE ARE ROCK STARS" way they carried themselves, both off and onstage. The songs were well played and tight, but didn't really do anything for me. Seth bailed after two songs. I stayed for six, but then I noticed it was drizzling out and thought I should mosey before it turned to rain. Fortunately, it stopped right after I got outside!
On Friday, Laura, Stu, Sarah, Rachel, Scott and I got together downdown and had dinner at P.F. Chang's, then walked over to The Cinerama to catch House of Flying Daggers. The short verdict? I liked Hero WAY better. Hero had a better story and much better fights. HoFD was kind of a rather weak love story that happened to have some martial arts stuff in it. Rachel wanted more "ass-kicking" too!
Afterward, we trooped into Oliver's 'cause Cindy was working and had a couple of drinks, then we headed home.
Laura and I did some shopping on Saturday. First we whipped up and down Broadway, checking out all the shops and a New Age bookstore L. wanted to see. I bought Stephen King's "Wolves of the Calla" in paperback and some incense at the little hippie store up the block.
We went to Uwajimaya and bought groceries, dodging people and carts the whole time...it was so freaking crowded! Then we went downtown and into Sephora, where I pretended to be interested in shaving cream while I checked out all the hot wimmens as they checked out the makeup. Then we stopped at Westlake Mall where I got the new Low album "The Great Destroyer" and treated Laura to the fine cuisine at Hot Dog on a Stick!
Later that evening I went on a date, we had dinner at the Alibi Room, then we went to meet her friends at the Fenix Underground, 'cause it was her friend's birthday. It was also Mardi Gras.
Whoopie. I just looove me some frat boys! So we walked from the Market down to Pioneer Square, noting the heavy police prescence and all the drunk youngsters running around. Before we got to the bar, I did see a real Indian Chief!! Badass...I wish I could own one!
Anyway, we got inside and got drinks and had lit up a couple of cigs, only to be pleasantly interrupted by a magician. He spent about 15 minutes showing us some tricks then took off. Then sometime after, Katie's friends showed up. They were both really nice and we chatted about music and stuff when they weren't out on the dance floor being attacked by the local version of the Roxbury Guys.
Katie and I sat talking, the music really sucked, the DJ was basically playing the "Up All Night" collection and upstairs there was only alternative was the "rockin'" tones of uber cover band, The Retros. So about 12:30 or so, we called it a night. I got a lift back to my motorcycle and enjoyed tha brief, cold ride home.
Sunday was for laying about. Yeah, the SuperBowl was on and I wanted Philadelphia to win, but I just couldn't make myself give a fuck - the hype to substance balance is way out of whack there...I mean really, the most you can honestly hope for is a good game. But after watching McNabb throw an almost interception and then an acutal interception a few plays later, that was enough. Instead, I read about the great Ossie Davis' passing and wondered what he really meant to me. I was somewhat disappointed that whatever thread there was so thin as to be only atoms thick. I started The Wolves of Calla and since had been raining all day, resolved to take the bus to work. The Tet holiday and Chinese New Year is this week, so it'll probably be pretty slow at work. I think of Dan Rather and say to myself, "Courage."

2.03.2005

I think I might...

I think I might...

Post some mp3's up in here from time to time, 'cause sometimes you hear something and it really strikes you. 'Side only about 20 of you read this thing, so hopefully I won't run into any bandwidth problems.
I have over 1000 CD's and I've spent the last few weeks getting them into my computer. I'm about 80% done.
I also have the habit of buying a CD and letting it sit, waiting days, weeks, months, sometimes years before giving it a spin. For me, music is as much a historical document as it is art. So if I suspect something to be especially noteworthy or good, I'll get it, even though it may not be what I'm into at the moment. Also, the process of discovery and rediscovery yields lots of surprises. A song that may not have been significant a year ago, suddenly gains new meaning because of what is going on with me or friends at the time. I also will buy a CD for one song and devour it without giving much thought to what else is on the disc.
Well, today's song come from the latter. Many moons ago, I saw Jane Siberry's video for "One More Color" off her album "The Speckless Sky" and my blood froze. She has the most angelic voice I've ever heard, even though I kinda dislike the sparkly new wave arrangement now (I thought Sarah Polley and Mychael Danna's more earthy version on "The Sweet Hereafter" soundtrack was better), I still thought she was ossem. So I picked up three of her albums in the years since.
I was listening to songs on random today and this one floated out of nowhere and destroyed me.
It's called "The Taxi Ride." I can't say I hope you enjoy it, 'cause it's pretty sad, but maybe it will have some effect...
Feedback is allways welcome.

2.02.2005

Wa-Hey!!

Wa-Hey!!

I'm trying to write a longer post, but it's cold here in the basement and I'm really sleepy.
Couple of items...which m. made a comment? Maria? Megan, Myshel, Matt, Marney, Mitch, Michelle?
MTV's The Real World used one of Fey Ray's tunes!
If you get a chance, ask Chad about his Queef haikus. He just about killed me the other day!
Matt's really sick, so I'm not sure we're playing Neumo's tomorrow. I'll send an email if we cancel.

Thassall.