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| Wednesday, January 26th, 2005 | | 2:33 pm |
| | Tuesday, January 25th, 2005 | | 4:13 pm |
| | Tuesday, January 18th, 2005 | | 2:34 pm |
| | Friday, January 14th, 2005 | | 2:55 pm |
Enemy State
So, I'm off to Florida tonight for three days. Everglades and Gulf coast, mostly. I packed a couple tshirts that are sure to give me a warm reception in the sunshine state, I think. Like this one. And this one. Oh, and that one with the W and the red circle/slash through it. Couldn't find a pic. Didn't look so hard. Anyway, I got to looking for activities and whatnot, and thought one of those airboat tours of the Everglades would be nice. There are a million to choose from. But none with a coupon like this. Yikes! | | Thursday, January 13th, 2005 | | 5:38 pm |
The Poorman
Don't read http://THEPOORMAN.net yet? You should. Lots of info, opinions and plenty of comedy. Even a fun quote or two like this: (In reference to Bush Administration accomplishments and speculation on Social Security reform) "The Bush Administration is a lot like my large intestine - I don't really know how either works, both are sort of gross to think about, and both are very hard to get a good look at. But the most important similiarity is this: most of what they produce is shit." | | Wednesday, January 12th, 2005 | | 2:21 pm |
Evolution, anyone?
Ahh... the new year. Feels good. Sort-of. I celebrated the New Year with a small bang - that of my non-drinking friend dropping the champagne bottle he was opening for his drinking friends at his new year's party. The cork went up, the bottle went down, and champagne went everywhere. I mean, the poor fella doesn't even drink, but says his apartment still smells a little bubble-y. Anyway, it's a new year, so I'm gonna change a couple things. No longer will I keep wet bars of soap at the top of my stairs because it's good feng shui. No longer will I conduct my office meetings in French, with the lights down low and my pants on the table. And no longer, NO LONGER will I put up with the tyranny of dumb conversations I hear on the train! So, the feng shui and French thing are easily curable. It's the dumb conversation one that's tough, but I've come up with an innovative solution that once successful, I'm sure you will all adapt. It's not headphones blaring Nick Cave, which though effective and somewhat fun, can be damaging. And earplugs aren't the answer. While fine at a show of noisy punk rock goodness, when not in such environs earplugs just make me feel like I'm living in a bottle of asprin. No, my faithful, I've got something better: Evolution. We've got eyelids to close when we don't want to see something. And if you don't want to smell something, plug your nose, breathe through your mouth. But what about our ears? Hmmm? I'm going to evolve earlids. That's right, earlids. I can close them when I hear dumb conversations like, "I didn't vote this year, thank god I live in Ohio where it just didn't matter." Or the recently popular, "Do you write jingles?" Anyway, earlids. Flaps that close over your ears, thus blocking out sound. Currently, I'm thinking about the process of evolution every day, and visualizing what I want the ear flaps to look like. Stay tuned to this space as the developments develop. | | Thursday, December 9th, 2004 | | 2:54 pm |
Membership, Privileges, and Whatnot
The MoMA has finally reopened in Manhattan, gloriously and greatly expanded. So, I renewed my membership as a Christmas gift to myself. I had let my membership lapse when they relocated to their temporary home in Queens, and forgot just how much I missed it. Since I work dreadfully close, I stop by during lunch and go check out a section or two. Today, I stood in front of Painting, by Francis Bacon, for a good ten or so minutes. Done near the end of WWII, this work hangs there and just kicks your ass. I can't believe how much its imagery applies to this country, right now. Anyway, my point about privileges, last night they had the premiere screening of 'Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou,' which I loved. I like Wes Anderson, and I really liked this film. Willam Defoe is brilliant, let alone Bill Murray. Even Jeff Goldblum, whom I’ve pretty much always HATED, was good! The stop-motion animation was great, the soundtrack was incredible – from Mothersbaugh’s compositions to the perfect tracks at the perfect moments. I dug the shit out of it, and I might even see it again when in wide release. I won’t spoil anything, but here’s a really minor but cool thing: Listen to what the guitar player is singing/playing in Portugese. There were a couple songs that were familiar, but I didn’t get them ‘til the end, when the credits revealed it. Some of you will really appreciate it. With entrance to the museum now at $20 fuckin’ bucks, membership is the way to go if you’re planning on visiting more than a couple times a year. You get special previews, discounts for your pals and more. There’s a ton of cool shit coming up, too. Two evenings with Tarantino (one w/the Weinsteins, one w/Uma) that include q/a and screenings), a ton more film previews and classics, not to mention the great stuff they hang on the walls. | | Thursday, November 18th, 2004 | | 5:16 pm |
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=19270&item=5535890757&rd=1Okay, OKAY, FINE! I get the hint. Stop, pull over, I'll get off right here. I didn't know we were all so nuts in this country, I'm sorry I ever thought otherwise. You have my humble apology... it's totally fine to bid a few thousand dollars on this... I just didn't know, so, I'll leave now. Sorry. I don't care if it's a hoax, I'll leave anyway, just in case. | | Monday, November 15th, 2004 | | 5:27 pm |
Damn, Neal. Just... damn.
For those so inclined, the crew at Slashdot have a wonderful q&a with Neal Stephenson that was done toward the end of October. A link: http://slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=04/10/20/1518217The q&a is long, the response threads insanely so. Though I have only read the first volume of his Baroque cycle of three (and the other two books are a daunting combined 1800 or so pages), I still find myself hoping he'll pump out more soon. | | Friday, November 12th, 2004 | | 10:55 am |
Y'All probably seen this one, but funny anyway
From Craigslist Missed Connections, New York: "Straight male seeks Bush supporter for fair, physical fight. I would like to fight a Bush supporter to vent my anger. If you are one, have a fiery streak, please contact me so we can meet and physically fight. I would like to beat the shit out of you." | | Tuesday, November 9th, 2004 | | 11:45 am |
Wecomed back...
Four days in the bliss of fall in upstate New York. Ah... A day of babysitting, a day of biking and a day of boozing by the fire. What a nice break that was. My cute-as-hell six-month-old nephew digs the shit out of me. I pay him the slightest amount of attention, and bang! I get more smiles than Grandma (much to her chagrin). You know, he’s too cute to shoulder the tax burden that will squarely be put on his back, his parents’ back, and his aunt and uncle’s back (I’m the uncle in this equation), not to mention the rest of the middle class and below. This jaunt to the wilds turned out to be the perfect way to forget the capacity Americans seem to have for hatred. That somehow, voting with a ‘moral conscience’ is the new parlance for, ‘I hate gays.’ That here in the cradle of liberty, basic liberties are taken away with a perfect 11-for-11 1.000 batting average! Genius, putting that on the ballot in Ohio to rouse up the ranks of bigots and haters in every county. Wooo-hooo! Queer-bashers, unite! Yeah! Jim Crowe laws for the new millennium! Oh, and if I may be horribly, disgustingly crass: There’s no time like the present to get that abortion you’ve always wanted, ‘cause we will literally be throwing the baby out with the bath water! Okay. End: Rant. Anyway, the trees were pretty as I cranked by on my bike. I say that, because who knows? In a few years trees might be, like, extinct or something. So, then I got back to the warm, Blue-voting embrace of NYC this morning to make the trek to OfficeLand® when I was accosted by an old lady with a perfectly folded paper napkin paper-clipped to her head. I spotted her about 100 feet away, and she wasn’t talking to anyone, but I just knew it’d be me she’d sidle up to. You see, as I mentioned earlier, babies and me – we tight. Crazy people and me – we tight, too. And for those of you shared the stage and the upbeat with me also well-know that EVERY asshole merch guy or asshole band member of other bands shine up to me, too. I tell ya, if babies, crazies and asshole merch guys turned me on, I’d be the fucking Rico Suave of their world. Hot-cha-cha! Anyway, me and nut-bag talked a bit. Nice lady. Madder than a hat (even one made out of a paper-clipped napkin), but nice. We decided there’s no time like Burger Time. I’m not kidding. But I will confess that I have no idea what this means. Current Music: Tear It In Two - The Briefs | | Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004 | | 3:34 pm |
The word fascism has come to mean any system of government resembling Mussolini's, that
- builds up nation and sometimes race above the
individual,
- uses violence and modern techniques of propaganda and censorship to forcibly suppress political opposition,
- engages in severe economic and social control, and
- approve of nationalism and sometimes racism.
| | 11:43 am |
ugh.
Concession speech at 1pm. Godfuckingdammitall. Current Mood:  crushed | | Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004 | | 3:12 pm |
Civic Duty Rawks!
I haven't voted in an actual old-skool voting booth in years - I've done absentee since '96 (I've lived in 7 different places since then...). But today, I voted. But not on much - my polling place had president, a state-level position, and two town positions. Plus an extra little voting jammie that wanted to know if we should build a new courthouse in town. This little slider next to the big-assed lever job for the prez was absolutely hysterical. It looked like a throwback to at least 1950... yellowed paper, old-fashioned printing and everything. No lines, really. A few people in front of me, a few behind, I was in and out in less than 10 minutes. The morning was absolutely beautiful, sun shining, and as silly as it may sound, I felt absolutely empowered. Maybe its that Jersey will be a closer race than New York, maybe the weather, maybe a confluence of instances, but dammit, it was nice. I celebrated at lunch by hitting the best damn record store ever (until n8 finally gets me to Amoeba, I think) and buying a pile of really cheap stuff. Pile, I tell ya. Pile. Current Mood:  contentCurrent Music: The Boys - Live at the Roxy, 1977 | | Monday, November 1st, 2004 | | 3:09 pm |
Know Your Rights
There’s maybe five people who actually read my journal, and I think you’re all probably going to vote, but nonetheless, here’s some info for you that I found in the NYTimes. 1-866-OUR VOTE is a nonpartisan hotline with a polling place locator. Show up at the wrong polling place and you may not be allowed to vote. Or you might get a provisional ballot. If they tell you that you can’t vote, they are lying. At least get a Provisional Ballot, the validity of which will be determined later. If you can vote on a regular ballot, do it. If anyone is at your polling place is fucking with you, call 1-866-OUR VOTE (the Election Protection program), or 1-866-MYVOTE1 (Common Cause). Both are non-partisan. If you are in line before the poll closes, YOU ARE LEGALLY ENTITLED TO VOTE. Don’t let the poll workers close them down on you. And get ready for long-ass lines. Lastly, a quote from the sports section of the Times: “If history holds, the (Redskins loss) 28-14 result portends a victory for John Kerry tomorrow because the result of the Redskins/ final home game before the presidential election has accurately predicted the White House winner since 1936. If the Redskins win, the incumbent party wins. If they lose, the incumbent party is ousted.” Fine by me! | | Friday, October 29th, 2004 | | 12:42 pm |
Pretty much every day I think of something dumb to post up here, I just don't seem to get around to doing it. I'll try harder. Alas, along the lines of the crap I usually post, here's a few choice moments from last night's Bad Religion show at Webster Hall. A veritable confluence of interests collided at Webster Hall in one evening. An "XXX Male Review featuring Wet Tshirt and Wet Willie Contest," and "six floors... five eras of dance music." I'm not kidding, go to websterhall.com They haven't updated the site yet, it still has descriptions of last night, sans any mention of BR. Anyway, BR didn't get too political, they let the music do the talking, look at the setlist and you'll see what I mean. Still, there was a quick "five days, guys, five days..." We also got a very funny Bad Religion - I've seen them quite a few times, and I've never heard banter like this: GRAFFIN: Webster Hall… You know, this place used to be called the Ritz, it was a New York punk institution. But we never played here. Until now. Until we sold out. Well, okay, one of the five of us has played here. Hetson, he played here with the Circle Jerks. BAKER: I played here, too. GRAFFIN: Okay, and Baker played here... in Minor Threat, yeah? BENTLEY: I did, too. GRAFFIN: You played here? In what band? BENTLEY: Bad Religion, Greg. I played here in Bad Religion. GRAFFIN: … BENTLEY: See, kids, that’s what happens to you with all that school. GRAFFIN: Yeah, Jay here never finished college. Wait, he never finished high school. BENTLEY: That’s right. You could go off and do all that school… GRAFFIN: Which takes up space in your head. BENTLEY: Right. I basically don’t think about anything, so I remember shit like the fact that we played here. If it makes you feel any better, I bet Brooks hasn't played here. (The band looks at their drummer, he shrugs) GRAFFIN: Okay, then! Let’s play something old. Jay, take your foot off the set-list. Later in the set, Greg, every talkative, made snide comments to the cheap seats (people in the balcony), and references to an FBI agent who has been following them on the entire tour. He went off about this FBI thing a few times, begging him to go down on the floor. It didn't seem like he was joking, but who knows? Towards the end of the night, he said, "Did you guys know 3 of the 5 people on this stage have played here before?" Here's what I remember of the set: Overture Sinister Rouge The Quickening Change of Ideas Supersonic The Empire Strikes First All There Is Los Angeles is Burning Social Suicide God’s Love Atheist Peace (?) 21st C. Digital Boy Misery and Famine (?) No Control Let Them Eat War I Want to Conquer the World You Big Bang Fuck Armageddon… This Is Hell (one more off 80-85) Suffer Generator Kyoto Now! Epiphany Recipe for Hate Do What You Want Last song of encore: Sorrow (big sing-along, oddly enough) Ahhhh... bring on November 2nd. The show was full of kids, most of which had some sort of anti-Bush swag on. I really hope they live in Jersey and Connecticut and get out to vote... | | Tuesday, September 28th, 2004 | | 11:02 am |
Spanish Popeye
Spanish Popeye - Term used to describe the 'non-adult themed' merchandise a 'sex shop' stocks on its floor space to comply with New York City's 60/40 law. (60/40 law - 60% non-porn, 40% porn) The term was coined by an NYC buildings inspector who once inspected a sex shop in the Bronx that stocked 12,000 X-rated videos, and had one wall with 18,000 copies of Popeye cartoons dubbed in Spanish. What a great, great term. Hmmm. Wonder where else we could apply that one? | | Friday, September 17th, 2004 | | 3:03 pm |
Today's letter
Dear Mr. Shalit, I wanted to take a moment to offer you a most sincere and heartfelt thank-you. It was your review of ‘Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow’ that provided a much needed answer to one of my deep, deep difficulties in life. You see, as it turns out, I don’t actually like movies. I thought I did. From the time I was just a little boy, I went to the movies with my mother. Nothing thrilled me more than when the theater finally went dark, and the previews began. I have probably gone to a movie a week for the last fifteen years of my life, and own hundreds of DVDs. Now, thankfully, all that is over, and I owe it all to you. When you wrote, “if you don’t like Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, then you just don’t like movies,” I thought, well, geez, I like movies. I’ll go see that! I did, and I didn’t like it. I’ve come across many movies I haven’t liked over the years, but never dared to dream that I just didn’t like movies. Now, I know. All those hard-earned dollars, gone! Not to mention the time commitment. Oh, well. At least I know, and hopefully, others like me will see your words and discover the truth themselves. After all this time, I think maybe I just liked the popcorn. Once again, thank-you. Sincerely, (Your name here, then mail to Gene Shalit, or NBC, like I did) | | Tuesday, August 10th, 2004 | | 11:05 am |
Attention cooking enthusiasts:
In the mood for one of those big-ass Mrs. Smith's frozen Razzleberry pies, but don't want to wait the excruciating amount of time listed on the box to cook it? Do what I did! By accidentally setting your oven to 'broil,' you will have tasty results in a third of the time listed on the box. All you have to do is wait until you smell smoke, remove pie from oven, remove black crust from edge, and dive in! Serving suggestions with broiled pie: Espresso Chocolate Chunk ice cream. I would have opted for vanilla, but was out. Needless to say, this opens a whole new world of speed-cooking with the Broil setting. The next installment of Cooking Adventure Land: Cook even faster by setting your oven on CLEAN. | | Thursday, August 5th, 2004 | | 4:55 pm |
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