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|Thursday, January 29th, 2015|
Starting my workday listening to a CD I bought 25 years ago, eating burnt microwave popcorn that had a "best by" date four months ago, with cream in my coffee that curdled. Need to look forward!
|Tuesday, December 25th, 2012|
|Tuesday, July 7th, 2009|
Leafblowers outside, must be tuesday. Just in time for my business phone conference.
Wanted to eat before the meeting. For a while SB&I have been making "raw pasta" by shredding parsnip, zucchini and topping with homemade gazpachio. Only last 2 times we bought daikon radish instead of parsnip, which has that strong radish taste which is hard to get over. Well, decided to just take the shredded radish + gespachia, mix in an egg, and make ersatz latkes. Latkes are potato and onion and taste good. Shredded radish + tomato + egg, fried, is slightly more palatable then shredded radish + tomato raw.
I salute our cave-dwelling forebears for cooking with fire, and showing us how to improve a raw-foods diet.
Wedding crap around my parent's feud. I think I can deal, just wish they wouldn't keep stoking the drama fire.
|Monday, December 22nd, 2008|
|Lots of snow
I'm in New England for the winter solstice holidays. Generally I arrive hoping for snow and getting a light dusting that blows away after a day, if that... some years it's in the 60's and I walk around warm without a jacket.
This year, blam, a foot or so of powder.
I hadn't packed proper footwear, just a pair of sneakers, knowing that I'd be walking around NYC a bit and thinking there would be little snow. Ended up buying a new pair of boots just for this week!
|Sunday, June 29th, 2008|
Just a little note saying I'm alive and well and don't like the cold happening this end of June.
Local songwriter getting airplay on bay area radio has best use of strident singing I've heard in a while- Bhi Bhiman
is his name.
Cute song I Think He's Gay
though it wasn't cute the second time hearing it, and it's a dozen years old, and there's another version on youtube with Greek subtitles, and is just cheap stereotypes, and I've wasted too much time posting it already.
|Saturday, June 14th, 2008|
|Monday, March 3rd, 2008|
|A Big Proposal
Told the family*, now to tell the world, SB & I are gettin' hitched!
It was a romantic moment- we were visiting a state park
just south of Big Sur, and after we'd enjoyed the view of the waterfall a bit, I got on my knees & surprised her with a ring, she said "of course, of course" through the tears.
We made the commitment on Feb 29th- I figger leap days are four times more precious than ordinary days :-)
It's put us into a persistent good mood.
Family wedding in Fall '09 with a west-coast party to follow.
* Took an extra day and a half, because my sister was in Dublin Ireland for work and hadn't told anyone- had to seek her out in cyberspace and tell her to call me! Current Mood: Grooming
|Saturday, February 23rd, 2008|
|Universal fantasy (mating)
No lie- it was so great! I had a dream last night that I found mates for all the unmatched socks in our household. They were clean and warm fresh from the drier, with all the rest of our laundry.
|Saturday, December 29th, 2007|
|I'm now a plumber
...and I'm not talking about how my pants are a couple inches too low :-p
Tomorrow will be day three of fixing the leaky toilet. I will seal its leaky ass if it kills me. (See "Pyrrhic victory"
. Those two words occur to me on nearly a daily basis. It's the backstory of my life.)( Read more...Collapse )
Oops. One more trip to the hardware store. Current Mood: determined
|Monday, December 10th, 2007|
|I'm back... or.. AM I? (twilight zone theme) nee nee nee nee
I left California for two months (or was it three, four? I forget), visiting the family homestead, & going on a long vacation around Europe with girlfriend.
Aside: I can't find the pictures from the UK & first half of Iceland- burned onto a CDR, probably in my mother's house somewhere. I haven't uploaded the pictures from the 2nd half. And my old on-line gallery crashed a couple years ago and I haven't figgured out how to resurrect it. I did pay for a full Flickr account, which I haven't used.
That explains why I wasn't on LJ for a April-Aug, not that I ever was a major poster, but I was on about once a month, checking in.
Then I came back to California, and had to find a new apartment for girlfriend & I to move into. That complete, we had to move and unpack, oy oy oy. Mr. 10-yrs of Cali stuff plus a vanload of boxes from Pittsburgh has to share a one bedroom means much work, and many carloads of donations to the thrift store. The last of the crap went on the "free" pages of craigslist and ebay, yay!
So that explains another couple months.
As for the last month or two, I'm now a homebody. I could have gone and seen the Red Elvises last weekend, but I have a little cold, and I am happy staying home.
I never wanted to be like my friends who got paired up and then disappeared, but it's happening to me. Here I am, turning invisible.
Well I am not a hermit by nature. I'm gonna go back and read all yer journals over the next couple days to see what I missed.
Sorry for the big gap.
ps. I'll be in Pittsburgh Mon-Weds next week, I think.
|Sunday, April 8th, 2007|
trader joe's roasted red pepper and tomato soup + canned refried beans (1/4 to 1/2 part) = heavenly bachelor chow. I also added a smidgen of hot sauce and cinnamon. I can make these things because my girlfriend is out of town today.
Then there's the nightmarish food from last night's nightmare. Joan Rivers, at the request of the majority of her nursing home, made fried human rinds from local children. She claimed it improved the kid's health and complexion, but she only said that because she knew the old folks wanted their deep-fried human child skin guilt-free. Eventually she was caught and severely punished, but the rest of the old folks got off scott-free, with perhaps only an uneasy conscience, having always suspected that flaying people causes them to painfully expire. I was disturbed because I was there while Joan did the skinning. I was in the minority that wouldn't touch the rinds and wanted Joan to stop, and I was pretty sure the kids were dying slow and horrible deaths, but I didn't want to believe the obvious either. Told myself "it looks vile and unconscionable, but she says it's good and she's the expert..." At the end of the dream I was visiting a monument about it all and thinking about how it would still be going on, if the outside world hadn't intervened and made the cannibalistic majority into a minority.
I'm sure most of that comes from reading a holocaust book a few weeks ago, and from being a generally altruistic peacenic in a generally bellicose greed-is-good society (where there is no outside world to save us, sigh).
Well, apologies to Joan Rivers, she'd be appalled. And enjoy that soup.
|My eternal presence
Because I was a fan in the right place at the right time, I got about a half minute on the Weird Paul
documentary, which got me into IMDB. Where I will be ever-so-slightly famous, forever.
And where I'll have a couple of dorky photos for a year, because I shelled out $39.95, sucker that I am.
|Wednesday, April 4th, 2007|
|Exxon Shame Totem Pole
Alaskan native Mike Webber
has carved a totem "ridicule pole" and installed it on the anniversary of the Exxon Valdez disaster (and subsequent shirking of responsibility by Exxon).
He's had a hard time getting images of the pole on-line, so I volunteered to put them here
until his friend gets the website up. (This pole is a departure from his previous work
, which was more traditional and more clearly showcased his fine wood carving craftsmanship.) I didn't know about the artist or this piece until I saw this news item
- and it resonated with me. I was a new-ish driver when the spill happened, and a bit after, a friend/co-worker told me he was boycotting Exxon because of it. Sounded like a good idea to me as well. I still don't fill up at Exxon stations, and ride my bicycle for many local errands. (Tragically, ironically, the friend who got me doing the right thing himself perished in a car crash about a year later.)
The shame pole reminds me of good wholesome anarcho-punk actions, and those anarcho-punks have their hearts in the right place...
You can also click here to see a statement by the author & expert Riki Ott
|Monday, February 5th, 2007|
I had colorful coats, but now I can only find my yellow jacket. That stings. Where's my velvet burgandy smoking jacket, my powder-blue coat, and the one in dark blue suede?
In completely unrelated news, these folks are on tour. I saw them about a year ago and they were fab: http://www.tyvakyzy.com/
(pronounced like "tuva kazoo") other fun from the boys http://www.yat-kha.com/html/what/yat_kha_cds.php
|Monday, January 1st, 2007|
Pittsburgh rains. On New Years Eve you hear fireworks rolling in the distant night. The clouds are low, no sparks in sight.
Dream of your lover, who dreams of you.
|Thursday, November 9th, 2006|
|still missing Adrian Belew
When I was 16 or 17, I saw that Adrian Belew was playing in my town. I was (and still am) a fan of the solo records he had out at the time, and wanted to go. It would have been the first concert I picked & went to.
Only the club as 21 and over. Their policy (and state law) was that under-21s could go if with a parent. My parents probably would have taken me, but I didn't even ask.
He's stayed musically active & more or less popular the twenty years since then, and i still haven't seen him, either solo or with a band. I was excited to see that my radio station has some tickets to give for a show here tonight, plus a couple free ones for staff members! I am totally there- except I'm not, because I already had plans with my girlfriend- to see a symphony that neither of us are particularly excited about. We probably could have changed our tickets, or just not used them-
in retrospect, seeing an Adrian Belew concert may just be what I'm meant not to do, a unifying thread/running joke in life...
ps. this must be all over LJ, but: http://www.xkcd.com/c77.html
|Sunday, October 29th, 2006|
I'm not a Harry Potter fan, I view the phenomenon with amusement. So, I'm even more amused that last night, I dreamed I was a 20ish-year-old Harry Potter.
In some hidden chamber I argued with the ghost of my dad. "Why won't you tell me your secret? You know Voldemort is still out there, trying to get me!"
"I worked long and hard to get the key to his defeat, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna just give it to you! You waltz in here with your sense of entitlement, well you can't have it. Nyah. So there!"
"Give it up pops, you're dead already, it's not like you can do anything with it. Don't you want to see Voldemort go down? Do you want me to end up here, killed by him, like you? I busted my ass for UMPTEEN YEARS at that *whack* *school* *for* *freaks*, honing mad wizard science, just cuz you're so friggin stingy with the skillz!"
And back and forth like that for a while. I realize I'm getting nowhere. Anyways- I did waste my childhood in that stupid school, and I had to work harder than my dad and anyone else, since every year someone tried assassinating me. Thus, I am a master wizard now, and I don't need to put up with my dad's ghost's aggravation. I can defeat Voldemort without his help.
I tell Mr Potter Sr's ghost I'm a better wizard than he was, and I'm going to go out and take care of this once and for all.
I leave, and right on cue Voldemort appears over the horizon. He's manifested himself as a cumulonimbus incus cloud (puffy, general shape of an inverted bowl) with little puny lightning bolts coming out the bottom. Yeah, his symbol, like the mark on my forehead, how cliche.
He floated up just ahead of me and the battle was on. I cast my spells, he cast his, but it was no contest really. He didn't have a chance between my rapid fire salvos. It was like a video game, I had the big bosses number. Bop bop bop bop bop and down he went.
Curious thing, just as he vaporized, he manifested me a gift, a little memento. Seems that at the last moment, he realized his life of evil was a burden, and was thankful for being released from it. He even enclosed a note signed with his given name, Ed. He really was tired of his bad self. There was a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle with a poster showing how it looked when it was done- an illustrated history Voldemort/Ed and I, Harry Potter. I didn't read the whole thing but it looked like he was an uncle? And he was glad his "work" meant that I reached my full potential?
Whatever. There was also a 4-CD set of some good old music (this is where I stop being HP and the dream fizzles) so I take it to the radio station, which is in an office at Lucasfilm, which is a dinky little production company (in my dream) with an office in the suburbs, about 80 people total. It's sunday, so the place is pretty empty. I play about 20 minutes of it, whomever is supposed to be on the air isn't. I go back the next day to do a longer show, but it's a Monday and I don't feel like running into my old co-workers and explaining what I've been up to lately, it's too complicated!
There was also a part of the dream in a park with paths along little cliffs but I don't remember that very well. Current Mood: Must work!
|Sunday, August 20th, 2006|
|Moving lessons from the last 12 hours
It's easier to move if you don't collect LPs, CDs, art, books.
It's easier to move if your new place is bigger than your last, or at least, about the same size.
Try not to bang your knees and smash your fingers. Yes it is unavoidable but try.
If the space you're moving into is 30% larger than your moving truck, and your truck is packed, you may have trouble closing the door to the new place after you unload.
Do not despair that your new space looks like a storage unit, and that you can only make room to stand in it by pulling items out. You will discard the things you should have vetted before the move, and make your new place into a home.
The first four items are from my personal experience. Current Mood: my eyes are open
|Sunday, July 9th, 2006|
|lpd @ sf
It's fun to see a bunch of weirdos up on stage making good music. It's even better to see a bunch of old unreconstructed weirdos up on stage making good music. Kind of gives you a role model. And when they're Dutch, well, that's just the icing on the cake.
Saw the Legendary Pink Dots last night. I'm a fan, but I can't say I know them all that well. Or maybe I do- I did after all recognize a few songs at the end of the set. I figured with so many albums out, and my not having bought any in the last 10 years or so, the chances of them playing anything I knew were close to nil. And perhaps my notion that knowing a band well means being familiar with the majority of their work is misguided. If I have a good knowledge of their styles, their sounds, their world, their context, then perhaps I don't need to know most of what they've done to know them.
And they have done quite a bit. Their merch table had at least 40 albums. Some of them double albums. At least two of them, triple albums. And, when I went to look for a song I heard on the radio, that album wasn't there. No Chemical Playschool 8/9... or 1-7 for that matter- which means at least nine hours of music they've done that wasn't among the 40+ they had for sale.
And ah, the music, you want to know. How was the show? To me, it seems like their albums generally have a lot of filler, but then they're usually one or two tracks that really get under my skin. The music at the show seemed superficial at first but it drew me in after a while.
The sax player at times blew into something that made me think of a metal digeridoo shrunk down to 16 inches, with a couple fingerholes on top and a bend at the end. He also played some flute. He also had a sax whose bell glowed when he tooted, and he walked into the audience, tooting & illuminating us- me- he tooted me when making his rounds. Made me very happy. Later he tootled on a flute, and at one point was playing a sax and a stright woodwind- English horn?- at the same time.
Their famous singer gave the impression of wearing a smoking jacket with a red towl in his hair- some odd dishevelled fashion. In addition to his Dutch-accented songs of bizarre battles and flawed utopias, he treated us to some scat singing and vocal frys.
Synth guy provided some nature sounds and great percussion loops. I always like the tabla. And they had a guitarist, Martijn.
Apologies for being so wordy, I'm trying out some speech recognition software.
|Sunday, July 2nd, 2006|
Does the paper hang from the front of the roll or drop from the back? Or do you have a mechanical bent and do it both ways at once? oh my wacky housemates.