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Speaking of not enjoying days as much as I should have- I felt bored a lot yesterday, although when I look back this morning I really did everything I wanted to yesterday.
- I took it easy and read another book by Donald Antrim... but I'm not sure I'm going to finish this one. It's not that it isn't like the first one I read, Elect Robinson for a Better World. It is.... maybe too much. The protagonist in this one is filled even worse with delusions of grandeur, wonky theories, obsessions with sex that involve judging everyone, lie after lie and contradiction after contradiction, etc. The guy's a total mess.
- Listened to some streaming Don & Mike. They talked about and played Mel Gibson's interview with Diane Sawyer, in which he uhhh didn't apologize at all and seemed to totally dodge blame for his own actions. Yay, Mel. /sarcasm
- Went out for a nice walk around Ladd's Addition. I discovered a very tall, dark-brick Catholic church just a block or so south of here that I didn't know was there. Huh. Maybe I'll run into Mel in there sometime? /silly
- Watched a little baseball... not really my sport, but it is the playoffs, as Tommy Lasorda reminds us. /semi-sarcasm
- Went to the "Corn Maize" haunted (boo!) corn maze on Sauvie Island. I was at first concerned that 1) phillipetheotter couldn't go (darn), 2) I got there and didn't see anyone, 3) couldn't reach folks on the phone, but eventually met up with the Ryan-Les party of folks (Jake, Tyler [not Eddie], Shannon, etc) and well we got lost aplenty... scared? Not on a deep level, although the scene of being in mostly-dark cornfield at past-9-at-night is kinda... creepy? There was a million folks there, though, so it's not like I felt "all alone"; more like hemmed in? But it was funn. We went to Madison's afterward. For some reason I thought it was a strip club. I guess it was the way it was decided "Madison's instead of Devil's Point" that did it, although frankly it was nice to be in a quiet, warm, non-smoking place, which I guess were some of the deciding factors.
Anyway, I am VERY VERY glad to see the Alejandro Jodorowsky interview here, and see that My Favvvvorite Film Ever (Ever-Ever? Yes, EVER-Ever) is going to be reissued in complete, restored, with-interviews/extras DVD soon. I mean this- I mean, think of your very favorite movie... now imagine nobody's heard of it, it's not in print, and you have to get a bootleg, bad-condition copy from Italy or a place that copies the Japanese laser-disc edition of several years ago, with odd censorship of people's genitals even though it's nudity, not sex scenes, and just in poor condition overall. That's the way it's been for The Holy Mountain, and now it will be out in great shape soon.
I don't even put much concern whether it gets rereleased into theaters, actually. Sure, I'd go, but most people won't care and it won't get the love/ respect it deserves anyway. I'll just be glad to get a jolly-great DVD release of it. (btw, when I say "nobody" loves it, I don't mean to call great folks like Lemonkid and Vim "nobodies," I just mean nobody likes the movie in comparison to, say, Star Wars or Serenity or Xmen or whatever... I'm sure the last Ernest movie made more than The Holy Mountain and El Topo [another very good film] combined, but ya know I will try to accept this on some level. I did go see Ernest Goes to Camp with someone in a theater, btw- that's a whole other story.)
- I took it easy and read another book by Donald Antrim... but I'm not sure I'm going to finish this one. It's not that it isn't like the first one I read, Elect Robinson for a Better World. It is.... maybe too much. The protagonist in this one is filled even worse with delusions of grandeur, wonky theories, obsessions with sex that involve judging everyone, lie after lie and contradiction after contradiction, etc. The guy's a total mess.
- Listened to some streaming Don & Mike. They talked about and played Mel Gibson's interview with Diane Sawyer, in which he uhhh didn't apologize at all and seemed to totally dodge blame for his own actions. Yay, Mel. /sarcasm
- Went out for a nice walk around Ladd's Addition. I discovered a very tall, dark-brick Catholic church just a block or so south of here that I didn't know was there. Huh. Maybe I'll run into Mel in there sometime? /silly
- Watched a little baseball... not really my sport, but it is the playoffs, as Tommy Lasorda reminds us. /semi-sarcasm
- Went to the "Corn Maize" haunted (boo!) corn maze on Sauvie Island. I was at first concerned that 1) phillipetheotter couldn't go (darn), 2) I got there and didn't see anyone, 3) couldn't reach folks on the phone, but eventually met up with the Ryan-Les party of folks (Jake, Tyler [not Eddie], Shannon, etc) and well we got lost aplenty... scared? Not on a deep level, although the scene of being in mostly-dark cornfield at past-9-at-night is kinda... creepy? There was a million folks there, though, so it's not like I felt "all alone"; more like hemmed in? But it was funn. We went to Madison's afterward. For some reason I thought it was a strip club. I guess it was the way it was decided "Madison's instead of Devil's Point" that did it, although frankly it was nice to be in a quiet, warm, non-smoking place, which I guess were some of the deciding factors.
Anyway, I am VERY VERY glad to see the Alejandro Jodorowsky interview here, and see that My Favvvvorite Film Ever (Ever-Ever? Yes, EVER-Ever) is going to be reissued in complete, restored, with-interviews/extras DVD soon. I mean this- I mean, think of your very favorite movie... now imagine nobody's heard of it, it's not in print, and you have to get a bootleg, bad-condition copy from Italy or a place that copies the Japanese laser-disc edition of several years ago, with odd censorship of people's genitals even though it's nudity, not sex scenes, and just in poor condition overall. That's the way it's been for The Holy Mountain, and now it will be out in great shape soon.
I don't even put much concern whether it gets rereleased into theaters, actually. Sure, I'd go, but most people won't care and it won't get the love/ respect it deserves anyway. I'll just be glad to get a jolly-great DVD release of it. (btw, when I say "nobody" loves it, I don't mean to call great folks like Lemonkid and Vim "nobodies," I just mean nobody likes the movie in comparison to, say, Star Wars or Serenity or Xmen or whatever... I'm sure the last Ernest movie made more than The Holy Mountain and El Topo [another very good film] combined, but ya know I will try to accept this on some level. I did go see Ernest Goes to Camp with someone in a theater, btw- that's a whole other story.)
Not much besides work this week, but:
I saw pygmy's hubby playin jazz on Tuesday. He has broken ribs right now, from a trip and fall, which ironically gives me some reflection on a police brutality query/ case going on in Portland news now; it seems that it could be easy-ish to break ribs hitting the ground.... anyway, I was glad to see him playin, and some folks who hadn't been at the jazz night coming back lately.
I finally got to watch some football with someone I know... sadly, it was only for a half. I went to Heath Hedge, the Steelers bar, to watch the Steelers/ Chargers with guitarist-Kevin, but he got a call from an old friend whose mom had just died, so we hadda leave. I went home and watched the Steelers losin yet again (sorry Bristow).
I got a bunch of library CDs. Finally listened to the Flying Burrito Brothers comp (contains most of their catalog), and surprised to find it really good. Very, very solid. I never really heard them before since 1) I figured they were a lesser Byrds, since they were a Byrd offshoot, 2) the name is kinda dumb, 3) they weren't that famous or on the radio. The one thing that'd tipped me that they might be good is their (excellent, almost punky) rendition of "Lazy Day" in Festival Express. Well, they are good, reeeeeal good to use an improper adverb. I love country-rock. Seriously, I've liked about 2% of the country I've heard (most of it pre-1970), and about 70% of all country-rock I've heard. I can't really even explain the difference between the two, other than country-rock is -good- country.
Got some Persian buffet today. Wasn't real good, but okay. I can't really complain that it was more boring than my fave Indian buffet, cuz if it was that spicy I'd probably have indigestion anyway.... but exquisite indigestion. Indian food is the best; none of this "sushi" talk for me. Let's talk curry, goddamn it. Indian n Thai rules.
I was hoping to scare up people for karaoke tonight; that sheeet does NOT look like it's happenin. :^/ Guess I'll save money on vodkas, fwiw.
I saw pygmy's hubby playin jazz on Tuesday. He has broken ribs right now, from a trip and fall, which ironically gives me some reflection on a police brutality query/ case going on in Portland news now; it seems that it could be easy-ish to break ribs hitting the ground.... anyway, I was glad to see him playin, and some folks who hadn't been at the jazz night coming back lately.
I finally got to watch some football with someone I know... sadly, it was only for a half. I went to Heath Hedge, the Steelers bar, to watch the Steelers/ Chargers with guitarist-Kevin, but he got a call from an old friend whose mom had just died, so we hadda leave. I went home and watched the Steelers losin yet again (sorry Bristow).
I got a bunch of library CDs. Finally listened to the Flying Burrito Brothers comp (contains most of their catalog), and surprised to find it really good. Very, very solid. I never really heard them before since 1) I figured they were a lesser Byrds, since they were a Byrd offshoot, 2) the name is kinda dumb, 3) they weren't that famous or on the radio. The one thing that'd tipped me that they might be good is their (excellent, almost punky) rendition of "Lazy Day" in Festival Express. Well, they are good, reeeeeal good to use an improper adverb. I love country-rock. Seriously, I've liked about 2% of the country I've heard (most of it pre-1970), and about 70% of all country-rock I've heard. I can't really even explain the difference between the two, other than country-rock is -good- country.
Got some Persian buffet today. Wasn't real good, but okay. I can't really complain that it was more boring than my fave Indian buffet, cuz if it was that spicy I'd probably have indigestion anyway.... but exquisite indigestion. Indian food is the best; none of this "sushi" talk for me. Let's talk curry, goddamn it. Indian n Thai rules.
I was hoping to scare up people for karaoke tonight; that sheeet does NOT look like it's happenin. :^/ Guess I'll save money on vodkas, fwiw.
I went to the Bagdad Theater tonight to see the Portland talent show, "Pizzazz".... but jeeeezus, talk about a too-long line to wait in. It stretched down the block, then down the back block... and that was at 6:30 1/2 hour til the show was supposed to start. What'supwidat? They said the doors were open at 6.... huh. I'd walked there, so said screw it and walked home.
Went to Washington Park/ Japanese Gardens this afternoon, blah blah, paradise, blah blah, Most Beautiful Place on Earth, etc. etc.
I decided to splurge slightly at the market this morning. I got a bunch of honey. Never been a honey-eater before, but I'm getting into it now. Got regular wildflower honey, and this whipped, cream version which is semi-white. Also, got kale, raspberries (not gone for the season yet?), and a red pepper. I made a discovery last night that dipping red pepper slices in salsa is EXCELLENT.
Last night's party was great; nother BBQ at philippetheotter's... it almost wasn't a BBQ, since early on we'd decided to cook indoors, but then Mikael showed up with a crapload of chicken, so the grill was fired. I ate so damned much: tortilla chips and red pepper slices in salsa, p.t.o.'s organic beef stew, pesto cheese pasta on sourdough bread, a turkey burger fried in bacon-fat skillet, a BBQ'd turkey burger, a slight bit of Mikael's chicken... and beer, vodka, and pot. I felt like I maybe got too high/ drunk. No, didn't feel sick, didn't feel hungover, no ill effects other than making me play lots of bad mandolin, bad bass, bad 12-string guitar, and... well, awesome slide guitar, really awesome, I'm so good at that, but... it's just... maybe it interferes with my memory of these types of nights. I felt my memories this morn were slightly blurry and I want my memories of really great times to be more vivid, so... I might scale back next time. I don't wanna editorialize, that's just my best guess at what I wanna do.
I looked back on my summer a bit today, and realize 1) how much I worried about a few things in my life, 2) how little I really needed to, or how little the worrying helped accomplish anything but obscuring what a great summer I had, in so many ways. I want to keep this in mind.
Thursday night, I just flat-out felt exhausted, went to bed early, and got 9 hours of sleep. Nothing clever or philosophical to add about that; it's just gettin up at 5:15 for a job does that.
I finally finished Michelle Tea's autobiography, The Chelsea Whistle. It is excellent, like the other things I've read of hers. I hope to soon pick up one of Rory Stewart's or Donald Antrim's books from the library. I've also been streaming live and podcast stuff from Don & Mike's radio show. It's one of those little things that makes me feel still-connected to northern Virginia... like when they insult Susan Kidd or Lark McCarthy. Very nostalgia-inducing...
I look forward to some football tomorrow, some fall and Halloween hyjinx coming up soon. It's a simple pleasures couple of days here at the Cheech Ranch, and I'm just gonna go with that. Maybe I can set up a meth lab to make some extra holiday bucks.
Went to Washington Park/ Japanese Gardens this afternoon, blah blah, paradise, blah blah, Most Beautiful Place on Earth, etc. etc.
I decided to splurge slightly at the market this morning. I got a bunch of honey. Never been a honey-eater before, but I'm getting into it now. Got regular wildflower honey, and this whipped, cream version which is semi-white. Also, got kale, raspberries (not gone for the season yet?), and a red pepper. I made a discovery last night that dipping red pepper slices in salsa is EXCELLENT.
Last night's party was great; nother BBQ at philippetheotter's... it almost wasn't a BBQ, since early on we'd decided to cook indoors, but then Mikael showed up with a crapload of chicken, so the grill was fired. I ate so damned much: tortilla chips and red pepper slices in salsa, p.t.o.'s organic beef stew, pesto cheese pasta on sourdough bread, a turkey burger fried in bacon-fat skillet, a BBQ'd turkey burger, a slight bit of Mikael's chicken... and beer, vodka, and pot. I felt like I maybe got too high/ drunk. No, didn't feel sick, didn't feel hungover, no ill effects other than making me play lots of bad mandolin, bad bass, bad 12-string guitar, and... well, awesome slide guitar, really awesome, I'm so good at that, but... it's just... maybe it interferes with my memory of these types of nights. I felt my memories this morn were slightly blurry and I want my memories of really great times to be more vivid, so... I might scale back next time. I don't wanna editorialize, that's just my best guess at what I wanna do.
I looked back on my summer a bit today, and realize 1) how much I worried about a few things in my life, 2) how little I really needed to, or how little the worrying helped accomplish anything but obscuring what a great summer I had, in so many ways. I want to keep this in mind.
Thursday night, I just flat-out felt exhausted, went to bed early, and got 9 hours of sleep. Nothing clever or philosophical to add about that; it's just gettin up at 5:15 for a job does that.
I finally finished Michelle Tea's autobiography, The Chelsea Whistle. It is excellent, like the other things I've read of hers. I hope to soon pick up one of Rory Stewart's or Donald Antrim's books from the library. I've also been streaming live and podcast stuff from Don & Mike's radio show. It's one of those little things that makes me feel still-connected to northern Virginia... like when they insult Susan Kidd or Lark McCarthy. Very nostalgia-inducing...
I look forward to some football tomorrow, some fall and Halloween hyjinx coming up soon. It's a simple pleasures couple of days here at the Cheech Ranch, and I'm just gonna go with that. Maybe I can set up a meth lab to make some extra holiday bucks.
I prob shouldn't do another video blog, since.... well, nobody Comments or watches them (probably)... but this is a theme idea I've had for a while, and I just want to see if anyone can dig it. This is my video blog dedicated to:
FRESHMAN DORM
This is a small sample of the stuff I was crankin up on my deck on (I think it was) the 8th floor of
Rhoads Hall at VCU in 1998-89. Humor me, watch a couple minutes, n tell me what ya think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paUzh38JlM8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcWYRV5cQWA
I'm not even sure I like this next song much anymore... but the video is worth a watch for weird value:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Y_B3YbGztI
There aren't words for how HUUUUUge this next band was in freshman dorm. This is one of those albums where it seemed every song was on the radio....also, you might recognize the sidekick rapper from reality TV:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxOQutqEXL0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ot2_3l0mGuI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0emYleQsI-E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSXY9g82ibQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnRGdkwXyQg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJrHhw2xq2Q
This guy, I listened to a lot, but he was NOT on the radio, or video shows. Noooo way. Sounds of the underground. The particular song he's doing in this live clip, with the not-so-polite lyrics, is called "Do It, Do It," from 1987. I love the way he dances around the stage. A rapper having fun, dancing- who knew it was possible? It was in the '80s. DJ's wearing a Sixers jacket cuz they repazent 4 Philly:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMtEE1ECp50
This was pretty much THE song of 1987, my senior high school year (West Potomac 1988), but still kinda popular in '88. They cut off the intro- it goes "Yo, all you homeboys out front... this one's for you....":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoj0Tkal61I
This next song was not only THE SONG of 1988, but pretty much 1989 and a good portion of 1990, maybe. There was a Spin from 1988 where they picked it as the Greatest Single Ever. It was THAT huge... however, the video is terrible and boring.... and, as you can tell, there's not a lot to this song... a couple samples, a couple yell-samples over and over, and relentless rapping without much message at all.... still, the song has "flow," as they say. Yeah, I like it.
Sophomore dorm, our room windows were across the street from a club with a Thursday dance night. They played this song -every - single - time:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ns5YvcHZk0g
FRESHMAN DORM
This is a small sample of the stuff I was crankin up on my deck on (I think it was) the 8th floor of
Rhoads Hall at VCU in 1998-89. Humor me, watch a couple minutes, n tell me what ya think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paUzh38JlM8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcWYRV5cQWA
I'm not even sure I like this next song much anymore... but the video is worth a watch for weird value:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Y_B3YbGztI
There aren't words for how HUUUUUge this next band was in freshman dorm. This is one of those albums where it seemed every song was on the radio....also, you might recognize the sidekick rapper from reality TV:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxOQutqEXL0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ot2_3l0mGuI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0emYleQsI-E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSXY9g82ibQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnRGdkwXyQg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJrHhw2xq2Q
This guy, I listened to a lot, but he was NOT on the radio, or video shows. Noooo way. Sounds of the underground. The particular song he's doing in this live clip, with the not-so-polite lyrics, is called "Do It, Do It," from 1987. I love the way he dances around the stage. A rapper having fun, dancing- who knew it was possible? It was in the '80s. DJ's wearing a Sixers jacket cuz they repazent 4 Philly:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMtEE1ECp50
This was pretty much THE song of 1987, my senior high school year (West Potomac 1988), but still kinda popular in '88. They cut off the intro- it goes "Yo, all you homeboys out front... this one's for you....":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoj0Tkal61I
This next song was not only THE SONG of 1988, but pretty much 1989 and a good portion of 1990, maybe. There was a Spin from 1988 where they picked it as the Greatest Single Ever. It was THAT huge... however, the video is terrible and boring.... and, as you can tell, there's not a lot to this song... a couple samples, a couple yell-samples over and over, and relentless rapping without much message at all.... still, the song has "flow," as they say. Yeah, I like it.
Sophomore dorm, our room windows were across the street from a club with a Thursday dance night. They played this song -every - single - time:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ns5YvcHZk0g
I wanted to be a big hero yesterday, but ehh it didn't really happen. I was out walking on the north side of Hawthorne Blvd and saw a sign for a lost cat, Itchy. I circled around to the south side, in Ladd's Addition, and heard a whiny cat noise. I saw a long-haired tabby and black cat that were standoffish, but not fighting, just making weird noises and stalking slowly. I figured that the black cat could be Itchy: it was black and had no collar... not exactly rare things for neighborhood cats, but I then called Mikael cuz I figured he might know more details since the signs are near-ish his home. He didn't. So I walked all the way back to the sign I'd seen, about 5 blocks, called the number on the sign, then went back to see if I saw 1) the black cat, 2) the guy I'd called.
Well, I ended up seeing neither... and the damnedest thing is, the tabby cat was there and extremely attention-seeking, meowing like mad and following me.... then another tabby cat, with weird ears, came out of that same yard and also sought lots of attention. But no black cat. I went around the alley, around a couple different streets. Nothing. It's too bad; aside from liking cats and obviously not wanting pets to be lost, I was hoping to Save The Day, like Gord in Freddy Got Fingered, be a hero, help folks out... I dunno, maybe I should keep that feeling in mind when looking at future employment.
I saw an Lauren K Newman show again last night. First, I got to hang out with charming howdypardner again, too. She is cool people. I then saw in the paper that LKN was back in town, and hoped I could "make it" to the show. Well, it was definitely in no danger of having started by 10 pm! After waiting a long while, this nice subdued acoustic-playing lass, JESSICA JONES, did a folk-slanted set... then Lauren played drums in a improv band, ROME PLOWS, with the sax player Ben from Old Time Relijun, and a guy who played guitar and clarinet. It was nicely uncategorizable, sometimes quiet and sometimes not. Then Lauren did her band set (I found it a bit odd she didn't share drums with her drummer. I dunno, it would save much set-up time.) and rocked out hard but also like... uh, saying it was a bit short since she'd been out of state and they hadn't rehearsed much. She was at once really energetic but also... not quite as energetic as the 9th St Public House show. The two shows seemed oddly contrasted. 9th Street was a free show, with other women in punkish bands on the bill, and (apparently, from stage-patter and visual evidence) heavily lesbian in attendance. Towne Lounge was dark, subdued, mostly dudes in audience, the folk and odd avant-jazz serving as opening acts, it was a $5 show, and Lauren talked but... not as manic, not as talkative. The paper compared her to Iggy Pop in the Towne Lounge preview, and she was a lot more so at 9th St, a bit crazier. Anyway, it was a short set but not mellow, it rocked out, so I don't want to seem like LKN is not worth seeing every time. I'm sure she is.
Well, I ended up seeing neither... and the damnedest thing is, the tabby cat was there and extremely attention-seeking, meowing like mad and following me.... then another tabby cat, with weird ears, came out of that same yard and also sought lots of attention. But no black cat. I went around the alley, around a couple different streets. Nothing. It's too bad; aside from liking cats and obviously not wanting pets to be lost, I was hoping to Save The Day, like Gord in Freddy Got Fingered, be a hero, help folks out... I dunno, maybe I should keep that feeling in mind when looking at future employment.
I saw an Lauren K Newman show again last night. First, I got to hang out with charming howdypardner again, too. She is cool people. I then saw in the paper that LKN was back in town, and hoped I could "make it" to the show. Well, it was definitely in no danger of having started by 10 pm! After waiting a long while, this nice subdued acoustic-playing lass, JESSICA JONES, did a folk-slanted set... then Lauren played drums in a improv band, ROME PLOWS, with the sax player Ben from Old Time Relijun, and a guy who played guitar and clarinet. It was nicely uncategorizable, sometimes quiet and sometimes not. Then Lauren did her band set (I found it a bit odd she didn't share drums with her drummer. I dunno, it would save much set-up time.) and rocked out hard but also like... uh, saying it was a bit short since she'd been out of state and they hadn't rehearsed much. She was at once really energetic but also... not quite as energetic as the 9th St Public House show. The two shows seemed oddly contrasted. 9th Street was a free show, with other women in punkish bands on the bill, and (apparently, from stage-patter and visual evidence) heavily lesbian in attendance. Towne Lounge was dark, subdued, mostly dudes in audience, the folk and odd avant-jazz serving as opening acts, it was a $5 show, and Lauren talked but... not as manic, not as talkative. The paper compared her to Iggy Pop in the Towne Lounge preview, and she was a lot more so at 9th St, a bit crazier. Anyway, it was a short set but not mellow, it rocked out, so I don't want to seem like LKN is not worth seeing every time. I'm sure she is.
Fuck. I wiped out a long Journal. Okay, I will shorten my already-short summaries, which I wanted to put up since it seems lots of folks come on here on Sun/ Monday:
1) Saw Lady in the Water with Automatic. It was okay; I wish it'd gone more creepy, which isn't to say horror, but rather more spooky aspects rather than comedic or tale-spinning stuff.
2) Fri and Sat were really great days in Portland. Dictionary definition of perfect weather; I got out some n hope you did too if you're local.
3) Saw Jackass 2 Sat; it was okay. Lots of painful-looking things happen. Also, lots of vomit and vomit-worthy things, which made it harder to watch for me than it already was; the hand-held shaky cameras were giving me motion sickness. Like the first film and TV show, it succeeded best with the low-frills, no-budget, wacky stuff. The show loses its way with big-budget finales and showbizzy aspects, but there's way more of just dumb, gross, goofy stunts than that kinda thing anyway, so I liked it.
4) Went on a bar crawl with lots of folks, my first (unless brokenbeatnik's birthday-Sunday counted as one). Smoked a lot of cigar so my breath was really raunchy even today... of course, I went to bed at 1 a.m.and got up for work at the usual 5:15. Not too big a deal; I don't drink much, normally. Saw Mikael, bandmates of his, Les, Automatic (when I was leaving at 1), Ryan and her man (if anybody knows his handle, if he's on here, pass it along to me?), phillipetheotter, Mikael's brother and some neat lady roommate of his. Drank. Smoke dumb cigars. Talked. Played Connect 4 and some dumb bar photo contest thingy. Good night.
5) Today I just worked n I'm getting beaten badly in fantasy football, I'm guessing.
1) Saw Lady in the Water with Automatic. It was okay; I wish it'd gone more creepy, which isn't to say horror, but rather more spooky aspects rather than comedic or tale-spinning stuff.
2) Fri and Sat were really great days in Portland. Dictionary definition of perfect weather; I got out some n hope you did too if you're local.
3) Saw Jackass 2 Sat; it was okay. Lots of painful-looking things happen. Also, lots of vomit and vomit-worthy things, which made it harder to watch for me than it already was; the hand-held shaky cameras were giving me motion sickness. Like the first film and TV show, it succeeded best with the low-frills, no-budget, wacky stuff. The show loses its way with big-budget finales and showbizzy aspects, but there's way more of just dumb, gross, goofy stunts than that kinda thing anyway, so I liked it.
4) Went on a bar crawl with lots of folks, my first (unless brokenbeatnik's birthday-Sunday counted as one). Smoked a lot of cigar so my breath was really raunchy even today... of course, I went to bed at 1 a.m.and got up for work at the usual 5:15. Not too big a deal; I don't drink much, normally. Saw Mikael, bandmates of his, Les, Automatic (when I was leaving at 1), Ryan and her man (if anybody knows his handle, if he's on here, pass it along to me?), phillipetheotter, Mikael's brother and some neat lady roommate of his. Drank. Smoke dumb cigars. Talked. Played Connect 4 and some dumb bar photo contest thingy. Good night.
5) Today I just worked n I'm getting beaten badly in fantasy football, I'm guessing.
Good 9/9/06 wedding pics stillllll in last Journal.
(new stuff I've done, partially stolen from Comment to NoControl: )
I was a bit busy yesterday; went to work (sometimes 8 hours there can be so easy... wish it paid more or had any benefits/ leave time at all), then FINALLY sold my couch, the couch I bought months ago and couldn't fit into my apartment, leaving it sitting in phillipetheotter's basement since June. Craigslist really works, although I wonder why so MANY more potential buyers emailed me this time. Just the fact that it'd been $75 in the past, or maybe college starting leaves people needing furniture? Hated to mark it down to $50, but I just had no idea anyone would beinterested at this point... and Craigslist often has free couches listed, so....
Saw a "secret" show by the Decemberists after that, which wasn't so secret since they leaked the info on the radio yesterday. It was waaay too crowded, as a result... although the normally-iffy, sometimes-rude bar service at Acme seemed downright speedy under the circumstances.
I met Les n Mikael there @ 8, n left around midnight. The band made the mistake of requesting drinks (from competing local newspapers, no less) and got about 30 whiskeys and 5 pitchers of beer, and you could tell towards the end... but their performance of their "concept" EP at the beginning was fantastic. There's part of it where they hit this very-Neil-Young groove for a couple minutes, but the rest is unlike that completely, full of 12-string and balalaika flash. I got to shout along to "The Engine Driver," so I can def say it was worth the $5 (normal Decemberists club-show price? I hear the Crystal show is $28).
My mood and nerve's are really jumpy and rollercoastery lately. It's like I get angsty the second I'm not hanging around friends. I used to do a freakin lot of stuff alone; wish I could be more content like that... although being in new surroundings, with professional life way up in the air, guess that's mood-wonky.
I know I've said Cibo Matto's "Sugar Water" is The Best Video Evare, but I have to say this one is Wes-Andersontastic and serious competition:
(new stuff I've done, partially stolen from Comment to NoControl: )
I was a bit busy yesterday; went to work (sometimes 8 hours there can be so easy... wish it paid more or had any benefits/ leave time at all), then FINALLY sold my couch, the couch I bought months ago and couldn't fit into my apartment, leaving it sitting in phillipetheotter's basement since June. Craigslist really works, although I wonder why so MANY more potential buyers emailed me this time. Just the fact that it'd been $75 in the past, or maybe college starting leaves people needing furniture? Hated to mark it down to $50, but I just had no idea anyone would beinterested at this point... and Craigslist often has free couches listed, so....
Saw a "secret" show by the Decemberists after that, which wasn't so secret since they leaked the info on the radio yesterday. It was waaay too crowded, as a result... although the normally-iffy, sometimes-rude bar service at Acme seemed downright speedy under the circumstances.
I met Les n Mikael there @ 8, n left around midnight. The band made the mistake of requesting drinks (from competing local newspapers, no less) and got about 30 whiskeys and 5 pitchers of beer, and you could tell towards the end... but their performance of their "concept" EP at the beginning was fantastic. There's part of it where they hit this very-Neil-Young groove for a couple minutes, but the rest is unlike that completely, full of 12-string and balalaika flash. I got to shout along to "The Engine Driver," so I can def say it was worth the $5 (normal Decemberists club-show price? I hear the Crystal show is $28).
My mood and nerve's are really jumpy and rollercoastery lately. It's like I get angsty the second I'm not hanging around friends. I used to do a freakin lot of stuff alone; wish I could be more content like that... although being in new surroundings, with professional life way up in the air, guess that's mood-wonky.
I know I've said Cibo Matto's "Sugar Water" is The Best Video Evare, but I have to say this one is Wes-Andersontastic and serious competition:
Sept. 9 2006, somewhere in Washington State (right-click/ view to see whole pics!):
