11.27.2005

...Even Rode My Motorcycle In The Rain

...Even Rode My Motorcycle In The Rain

Mercy! invited me to a housewarming party last night and much to her surprise, I went. Her kinda sorta ex Sailboat Guy was there too. Our hostess is a friend of my swim-buddy Jay and she and I had met a few years ago, although the exact circumstances are somewhat murky to us both.
It was cloudy and cold on the ride over, I'd chosen my half helmet and vented leather jacket to ride in. Nuts, I know -- but for some reason, the cold air was invigorating. Plus, I'd worn bulky rain gear over the last couple of days so I was glad not to have to suit up.
The house was on a quiet street in Ballard and it was freakin' huge! It was all hardwood floors and hip and tasteful colors, right out of the Pottery Barn catalog.
I came in removed my shoes (most everyone had) and hung out with Mercy and Sailboat Guy. He and I were punning like crazy and gently teasing Mercy as only two men who have dated the same woman can. We weren't mean or anything, but it was fun watching her get flustered as he and I played off each other.
Our hostess was a lot of fun, especially after a bunch of us went downstairs to play Asshole.
She was president for most of the game and man, could she talk trash!
Laurie B. came in and we had a good chat. I don't see her much, even though we kind of run in the same circles. She's changed in a lot of ways...and it's really cool that we had some things to talk about.
I don't know if it was the vodka or the company, but next thing I knew it was after 2AM. I was sure I was sober and geared up only to find out it was raining out. I thought of something Jay had quoted to me earlier in the week from the Hagakure:

There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking.

And by the time I was almost home even though I was soaked to the knees, I felt really serene.

11.26.2005

Turkey Day Aftermath

Turkey Day Aftermath

I managed to practice some moderation this year and didn't burst my stomach! I went to Pt. Orchard to Chrissie and Liz's place for dinner on Thursday, woke up with a mild hangover and rode through the pouring rain back to my house the next day. Then I did some quick grocery shopping and went over to Frito's, where I peeled and mashed 5 pounds of potatos (Stu said they were sublime), then rode to Everett with Stu and Rachel for our traditional Orphan's Thanksgiving at Erin and Adam's.
Both dinner and the company were excellent and I'm truly blessed to know so many wonderful people.
Tommorrow, I'm going to have brunch with my witty and much beloved friend Mecedes, and if all goes well this afternoon, I may be the proud owner of a new motorcycle!

Much to be Thankful for...

11.20.2005

This Is A Public Service....Announcement!

This Is A Public Service....Announcement!

Ordering the Crab and Pickled Cabbage with Bean Curd Soup at Shanghai Gardens then following it up later in the evening with Mac & Jack's African Amber Ale?

Bad idea.

Don't do it.


Trust me on this.

11.19.2005

The Vin Diesel Top Thirty

The Vin Diesel Top Thirty

Go here...make sure you don't drink anything while reading. I don't want you blaming me for ruining your monitor or keyboard. (Via MetaFilter)

11.18.2005

An Update...

An Update...

The weekend has arrived and I am tired.
I spent just about every night this week out doin' something. Last night I met up with Richelle and Jay, then later JR and Kim, down where Liz works. I'd had three pints of Maritime Nightwatch and a PBR tallboy and I was DONE around 10. Richelle was nice enough to give me a lift home.
On Wednesday, a bunch of us went over to Frito and Cindy's to see the anti-Wal-Mart movie that MoveOn is sponsoring. Although the movie felt a little padded, there was some pretty damning stuff in there. I just read today that the Feds raided a Wal-Mart and made 126 arrests on immigration violations.
The funny thing is that while Wal-Mart is something of an aborration, they're a very successful one...and sadly, the shape of things to come. Don't think for a second that there aren't people seeking to study and emulate their business model. Constant vigilence is needed to combat them...or at least make them change their practices.

I'm itching to buy a new bike! I've been combing Craigslist and various boards and can't seem to make up my mind. I'm hoping a trip to Bob's Bike Salvage will inspire me in some way, but I know that if I hang out to the cash I have and add to it, I could get something way cool later.
Either way, my cousin David and I seem to have been bitten by the same bug and I'm glad there 's something that we can bond over. As kids we spent hours and hours taking our bikes apart and putting back together again. I guess some things don't really ever change.

Tonight, I'm going out with my friend Karen. We're going to have some drinks and see a band. Tomorrow, I plan to meet up with David and go to Bob's, then later on, meet up with JR and check out Transpacific's "Remix" show at the Rendezvous.

11.13.2005

WTF?!!

WTF?!!

We're the same age! I hope he didn't OD or something...damn.


Eddie Guerrero passes away
Nov. 13, 2005

WWE is deeply saddened by the news that Eddie Guerrero has passed away. He was found dead this morning in his hotel room in Minneapolis. Eddie is survived by his wife Vickie and daughters Shaul, 14, Sherilyn, 9, and Kaylie Marie, 3.



R.I.P. Latino Heat...

She's Goooonnneee!

She's Goooonnneee!

I sold Pearl on Friday. I want to get an old standard (AKA a UJM "Universal Japanese Motorcycle") to learn to do some wrenching on. This passion has been growing inside me for years now. And the more I read about bikes and the more people I meet, the more this urge grows.
Especially after going The Cretins meeting on Thursday. It's one thing to sit on the various boards and look at pictures and make pithy comments. It's another thing to be face to face with someone and see the fire in their eyes and know that the secret joy you have in your heart for two-wheelers, the joy that your non-riding friends don't understand, isn't such a secret to him.
And even after three years of lurking, reading various sites and magazines and watching "Biker Buildoff" and "American Chopper," I realize that I haven't even begun to scratch the suface.
I decided I wanted to try something simple. Find a relatively inexpensive bike, buy some manuals and see what I could do. So Pearl had to go.

My plan was a simple one devised by the smart part of my brain (who's voice is always just a little too faint). I really didn't want a hassle. There's enough scooter and motorcycle guys in this town to be relatively confident that I could trade the scoot for a bike. So I crafted a Craigslist ad Wednesday night to that end. I got four responses right away, but held off because three of the offers were to trade bike in the sub-500cc range. I'd specified that I wanted 500cc and above. One guy was pretty determined. He wanted to know what I'd sell for in cash. I put him off for a day...but when Friday rolled around and I didn't get close to what I wanted, my resolve wavered.
The smart part of my brain feebly suggested that I wait until Monday. But the persistant dude had mentioned the Hagakure in passing and had won me over. So Friday night he came out check out the scoot, handed me a wad of bills and carted her off.

I swear, not more than 10 mintues after he left, I received an email from one of The Cretins telling me that he owned 15 bikes available to him and that he'd gladly trade me one for the scooter.
DAMMIT!!
I called him anyway and told him I'd sold the bike already but that I was still interested in what he had on hand. He told me that we could get together next week and he'd show me what he had.
It might cost me a more than what I had. But I figure between him, Craigslist and Bob the Junkman, I might be able to find something cool...we'll see.

After the phone call, El Stu came by and he and went to catch "Black To My Roots" a stage play directed by his coworker, Tyrone Brown. The play is about...hair. More specifically, the relationship between black folks and their hair. I thought the production was well done, although there were a couple of rough spots, but I guess that's to be expected on opening night. Having an aunt who was a hairdresser and a father who prided himself on his ablitly to "cut heads," there were a lot of cultural signifiers I recognized in the play, but then again it wasn't nearly as deep or entertaining as Tyrone's "Hamlet X."

After the play, Stu and drove around trying to score some Pho, but parking on Capitol Hill was sucky (especially if you're in a '55 Pontiac Starchief) so we wound up at Dick's. Then we met Neil down at the LoFi Gallery where the Sun Tzu posse was spinning. The place had a very cool, New York loft vibe, although after talking to one of the owners I thought the whole notion of trying to create an "underground" scene here in Seattle was a bit contrived. Especially when half the crowd looked like they'd come from the suburbs.

Yesterday was fairly warm and nice, though cloudy. I went out and bought a new pair of jeans and a winter coat, then got some Pho. Ran into one of the Cretins and said hello. Then I came home and took a nap. I met up with some of the Westsiiide posse at Chapel and we spent the evening quaffing cocktails (the sage & pear margarita was the bomb, yo) and talking up a storm. I rode home in the rain.

Tonight, I go to Stu and Rachel's for spaghetti and a slideshow of their trip to Italy...should be fun!

11.11.2005

Cretins!

Cretins!

Y'know, as everybody (else) gets older and paired off, I thought I might need to make some new friends. I went to the Cretins weekly get together at The Viking tonight and I don't recall ever being in a room full of nicer people who weren't Jesus freaks or on drugs.

I walked into the bar and everyone looked at me for a second, then Smokey introduced himself. Then I Bob, AKA Bob the Junkman who was one of the organizers of the Mods and Rockers ride that I went on this summer. Then I met Matt from the UTMC board and another Matt and Todd and John and Micah...I had a couple of beers, a couple of smokes and we and we started talking bikes.

Wow.

11.08.2005

Yeah...


Two Days In February

(Goo Goo Dolls)

Dedicated to chief dog
Take 22, copy 1
And the guy across the street

I hung your picture on the wall…and that's all it is
I break my fingers to make a call…and that's all it is
I know you're living way out west and I don't think that I confessed
Everything I feel

You say you got no faith in things that you can't see
Well I'm sorry I ain't there with you, but you ain't here with me
And I'm down in all my fears
But I ain't cryin' no tears over you

'Cause everything's wrong
Well it's all right
Everything's wrong
Well it's all right

You said that this is crazy, you're a half a world away
Well I'm sitting and I'm thinking but I didn't know what to say
So I said something I can't touch, I always want way too much
Anyway…

'Cause everything's wrong
Well it's all right
Everything's wrong
Well it's all right

I hung your picture on the wall, but that's all it is
I break my fingers to make a call and that's all it is
I know you're living way out west
Don't get me wrong I'm not impressed
With you no more

Yeah...

11.01.2005

Ted Leo Is God.

Ted Leo Is God.

I was walking to the bus stop when "You Could Die (Or This Might End)" came on and fuckin' floored me. If there was any justice in the world, we could quit screwing around and let this man save rock 'n' roll!

Buy his records. Write him a check. Sit on yr friends and make them listen...they'll thank you later.