beatnikside

I spent most of Friday and Saturday in a foul mood that, with hindsight, I can fully attribute to trifles -- work concerns, money concerns, fears of getting older. That cat won't fight. I've always been fortunate in finding work and keeping my head above water (and I'm always prepared to work; that helps considerably), and as for this business of aging, well, it was...
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Facebook is not a social responsibility. We are in no way obligated to read the ramblings of the extreme right- or left-wingnuts we went to high school with, or to share more personal details than we feel justified in sharing. This means that if you decide, after reading one of my Facebook posts, that I'm a complete idjit, you're perfectly within your rights to...
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Today I interviewed a bestselling author for the book review website (at seven in the fucking AM -- not my most lucid hour), revised my piece for the business magazine, ran 5k, read my backlog issues of "Chew," "Sweet Tooth" and "The Sixth Gun," did some housework ... and I still have time to look at dirty pictures. Today, I'm looking up to my own...
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My handwriting is going to shit. It was never that great to begin with -- I'm self-taught at cursive and typing, which is why my approach to both is so individual and also sucky -- but lately I've been putting pen to paper the way Lindsay Lohan puts car to Hollywood. I'm swerving all over the fucking place, and not in those ways that are...
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Today, I did these things:

1. Laundry. My third-favorite household chore, after vacuuming and dishes. I think it's going to become very trendy this year.

2. Petted kittehs. Now they like me again.

3. Posted a new website review column over at Vegas Seven; visit here if you're into the Internets, Las Vegas or columns. I'm particularly proud of my IKEA bit: "A veritable Sigur...
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There are those days when the only sensible way to listen to music is too fucking loud. Guess which kind of day this is.

I'm reading "Kicking Ass and Saving Souls," David Matthew's biography of real-life action figure Stefan Templeton. So far, Templeton has been a deep-sea diver, a humanitarian relief worker, a blackbelt, a lover of a few dozen or so beautiful women, and an avenger for the weak in the ghettos of Baltimore. He knows several languages, survived an attack by the Yakuza and oh yeah, I'm...
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An old friend of mine, a man I worked with back in the 1990s but haven't seen in many years, attempted suicide last week. I have made only oblique mention of this terrible event in my Facebook and Twitter, because those accounts are read by clients of mine and I prefer not to reveal much of myself to the people who pay me (more for...
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I don't like the way this current internet meme is sullying the word "rapture." It should stand for the feeling one gets from something they really enjoy: a delicious meal, a perfect day at the beach, a transcendent piece of ass. That, and that alone, is rapture. I'm not digging the word as a punchline.

That said, some of the Rapture jokes I've heard have...
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Goddamn right, it's a beautiful day. The Seattle sun is out and making up for months of lost time. A parcel of indie bands is performing around the neighborhood today as part of a KEXP deelio. The Seattle Erotic Art Festival is opening tonight and I'll be there, even though my entry -- an all-toy version of "The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife" -- failed...
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