Just Cuz...

Just Cuz...
This is my lovely roommate -- This picture was taken Saturday before last at Meatfest '05 and she's totally wasted. I tell her I don't like the top she's wearing, which means she puts it on to irritate me.
I imagine I'll be in trouble for posting it, but I couldn't resist!


8/1/05 - I've just been informed that I'm dead when I get home from work today. I guess she saw the picture!

For the record, I don't want any extra-ordinary measures taken to keep me alive (in case she botches the job). I also want to be cremated and my motorcycle goes to my brother. Stu and Frito get first dibs on my CD collection and anything else I own...well, I won't care, will I?



Picnic at Madison Beach

I dunno why, but the sight of El Stu in short pants is somewhat disturbing to me.
He used to be such the hipster! Ah, I guess he's still pretty hip, even tho' he's pushin' 40.
A bunch of us went to Madison beach today to grill some meat, quaff some beverages and enjoy the perfect weather.
We even played some croquet!
I won the first game. I went last and took my time going though the wickets. Three people were poison by the time I got to the other end of the field and Megan took out everyone but me.
When she came after me, I hid around the wickets and she eventually hit one -- I won!!
I took a lot of pictures, which I'll probably get around to posting somewhere.
Now I'm off to the Torchlight Parade!

Rachel and Sarah...cute, huh?

Yoiks! And Away!!

Episode III: Revenge of the Sith

Stu sent an email to me, Rachel and Sarah today:

You know it's your duty to see the new Star Wars. You've waited long enough. George Lucas says you must see it. You aren't part of our culture unless you do. In fact you are a traitor. It's playing at the Cinerama at 8:30 tonight. Wanna go? Plus all of you are having a birthday in the next couple weeks.

So we met up at a Chinese Restaurant for dinner, then went to the movie. I think I've said before that I was somewhat immune to the Star Wars thing when I was a laddie. I liked the first two movies but I was in 11th grade when Return of the Jedi came out and by then I was kind of turned off by the fact that the SW franchise had become "kiddie movies."
Yeah, yeah. I know the idea behind the whole thing was to sort of recreate the feel of old Saturday afternoon serials, yadda, yadda -- which would be fine if these movies hadn't grown into such an EVENT. Like Stu said, watching the new yin was a duty. I found Episode III to be the cultural equivelent of a root canal -- necessary and quite unpleasant.
I was amazed at how souless and cold the whole thing was. No one seems to actually fear for their lives. Nothing made me feel a sense of awe or wonder. I didn't care about any of the characters, although I did like the way they fleshed out Yoda (ironic, ain't it?). There were plot holes big enough to drive a truck though. I felt some of the fight scenes were way too long.
I don't think I'm jaded.
I loved "Iron Monkey," "Crouching Tiger" and even "Independence Day" but even though I watched this movie on a big-ass screen, I very might as well been at home.
At least this time I didn't fall asleep!

Happy Birthday Sarah!!


Lord Gosh?

Lord Gosh?

A nice article here about one of the best MC's to come down the pike in awhile.




OK. So Fey Ray is in the practice room working on some new songs. We have 3-4 ideas that we play around with but none of us are really happy with the results yet. Personally, I like the melodies and such, but everything has had a sort of mid-tempo Coldplay-ish feel to it...ugh. (Don't get me wrong, I like Coldplay but I don't consider them a musical influence...certainly not one I want indentified with my band, anyway.)
If you're a musician and a music junky, one of the pitfalls you encounter when writing is what I call "style-aping." This is sometimes intentional, sometimes it's not. Usually you can combat this in a variety of ways, but sometimes it's really, really hard.

So, it's getting late we're tired and Matt starts playing a funky, Meters-like guitar riff. So Adam and I fall in behind it. Matt stops playing.

Matt (to Adam): No, No...That's too funky. Dial it back a little.
Adam (a tad confused): OK.

We start playing again, but Adam's drumbeat now has a New Orleans-style thing goin' on.

Matt: Nah. Still too funky...Try thinking Stereolab.
Adam: Stereolab? Aren't they sort of Krautrock? Can?
Me: Well, I always thought they had a sort of disco thing going on. But what I think it's disco played by white people from countries lacking a sizeable black population. See, the Talking Heads were from New York and even though they were white, they were still funky, 'cause you can't escape the influence of black folks there. Try playing it like you're from Switzerland or something.

We start playing again. Adam is a very straight beat, but...

Matt: Nope. Still funky.
Adam (getting pissed - but laughing): It's a funky guitar line!! How am I supposed to un-funkify it?!
Matt (holding his hands up in surrender): Dude, I don't even want to play this any more.
Me, Seth and Adam: No! We're gonna get this thing! Keep going!

Seth comes over and gets behind the kit. We're all cracking up over the idea of "un-funkifying" a song.

Adam: So much for 12 years of drum lessons!

We play again.

Adam (glowering): OK...so you're playing kinda busy and doing fills every two measures, is that what you want?
Seth (shrugs): Something like that...maybe a bit busier.
Me: So like a Zach Barochas/Jawbox thing? Maybe more math than funk then?

Adam gets behind the kit and comes up with something that kind of works. I'm still laughing.
We take a break.

Seth: So, I guess you just have to not play on the one.
Me: Dude, EVERYTHING is on the one!


If Bubble Tea Is Wrong...

If Bubble Tea Is Wrong...

I went over to Mercy's on Friday for her birthday party on Friday. It had been threatening rain all day long only to clear up nicely in the afternoon. I was supposed to bring something Japanese, so I stopped at Uwajimaya and bought almost 20 bucks worth of candy, cookies and crackers.
As I was parking at the store and old timer started asking me questions about my bike and we chatted for 10 minutes or so.
It was a cool evening and the sun was setting as I rode over the Wes' Seattle bridge and, per usual, the roar of the engine and feel of the wind on my face put me in a good mood. The weather played a bit part in the tone of Moiks' party too. Everyone was inside the house and there were a lot of cute girls there. I rolled in, greeted the birthday girl and poured myself a rather stiff vodka drink. Laurie B. showed up right after I did and it was good to catch up with her. Then Gina, a woman I met through Sensi Pete, over ten years ago came in and surprised the heck out of me. (Dunno why - this is a pretty small town, after all.)
Everyone must've been pretty tipsy already, 'cause there was a vibe in the air. I mostly stuck to the kitchen and talked to the few of Mercy's friends that I knew. The rest were in the living room playing "Yakuza" (AKA Mafia). I went to Mercy's study and somehow got talked into singing Leo Sayer's "More Than I Can Say," which wasn't in a key I could sing in but you know how it is when you've had some booze. I did manage to avoid the cream cheese and stawberry sushi they were rolling in the kitchen later on -- Yick!
Mercy was pleased that I was having a good time, I usually do, but since I don't know her friends that well and I'm not much of a schmoozer, she thinks I'm being aloof -- when I'm just enjoying watching people. The ride home was awesome, speeding along the viaduct at midnight.

The next day I got up and started cleaning up my scooter, which has been sitting at Scott's since I moved out in November. Laura took me over to Scott's after work on Friday and we loaded in her SUV and brought "Pearl" home. I knocked off all the spider webs and cleaned some of the grease and road dirt off the engine. I'll be getting a battery, and putting a new spark plug, oil and gas and seeing if I can get her started. I've been getting several inquires from people wanting to buy, but I'm not exactly sure if I wanna sell her (yet). I'd certainly trade her for a motorcycle, but chances are I'm gonna fix her up and make some sort of decision after Oktoberscoot.
I went over to Frito's in the late afternoon for his and Jake's annual Birthday BBQ. It was a pretty nice day and all of us chilled in the backyard, eating pull-pork sammiches and brisket and coleslaw and other goodies folks brought. Laura showed up...and I introduced Adam to the genius that was Mitch Hedburg.

I had plans to go to Worldwide @ Nectar later that evening (it was J-Justice's birthday too) but I had one too many clove cigarettes and thought I was gonna hurl, so I went home and crashed at 9PM. I slept until 3AM and finished reading M. John Harrison's "Light."
I went down to the Fremont Sunday market and bought 3 bars of homemade soap for 10 bucks, then met a friend. We were drinking coffee and trying to talk but kept getting interrupted by people asking to pet her Great Dane named Tasche, who I must admit is an incredibly handsome creature!
Work was non eventful, though I got to scan some really cool prints from Japanese Ghost Stories and I came home and called my friend Juli, 'cause I thought I'd seen her sister in law on the elevator at work. We were catching up when Laura came into the kitchen and told me she was going out for Filipino food and Bubble Tea:

"Uh...Juli? I gotta go."
"My roommate just told me that she's going out for Filipino food and Bubble Tea. I LOVE Bubble Tea!!"
"Waitaminute. I talk to you like 3 times a year and you're getting off the phone for Bubble Tea?!"

So this morning I get to work and see I've gotten an email from Juli:

> How was your bubble tea? You don't love me.
My reply:
I do love you!

But if bubble tea is wrong...I don't wanna be right.




Happy Fourth!

Happy Fourth!

I split from work a tad early Friday and grabbed the roommate and met Stu and Rachel for a showing of "War of the Worlds." I'm pretty sure you know the story already, right? It's very much a Spielberg movie - so if you can deal with the layer of cheese he tends to slather on everything - you'd probably like it, despite several things that annoyed the hell out of me. See a matinee and we'll talk about it.

Scott and I went to Scooter Insanity! on Saturday. I didn't go last year and I actually took Betty unstead of Pearl, but we had a really good time. Everyone was super nice, there were lots of cool scoots and the ride was fantastic. Flying along the highway in a cloud of scooter exhaust and two-stroke thunder in your ears is pretty much my idea of heaven. We rode through Rainier Valley and out past Renton then back through Tukwila and into Georgetown. There was a block party with bands and food and the traditional "show and shine." Gahd, I love Georgetown. I swear, I'm gonna move there, rock Carhart jackets, cuff my jeans and buy an old-school BSA motorcycle!
Frito had a blast too. After the ride, he said: "I think that was the start of a new tradition!"

I rolled out of bed early on Sunday and attempted to make the 11:25AM ferry to Bremerton. Sadly, a lot of other people had the same idea. So I took the Bainbridge ferry instead and wound up getting to Jason's about an hour later than I was supposed to. The day was absolutely brilliant and Jason hopped on his super nice Yamaha sport-tourer and we went to pick up Carey who was riding a Kawasaki Super Sherpa and we set out to ride the Tahuya loop. I put about 160 miles on my bike both days and it was fun, fun, fun.

Today, we're having a little BBQ at the house. I'd normally go over to Bremerton, but I feel like sticking close to home this year. I don't even want to cross the bridge for Tabitha's party.
We should be able to see the Lake Union display from our yard. If that doesn't work out, we can always walk down to Gas Works Park.

Have a happy and safe Fourth!