holy cow THIS PAGE is the best find in months.
sone reads it and i only found it because she called me and asked me if i'd posted the feb 3rd entry. LoL.
when nick fell for pj
in an interview nick cave did for The Guardian recently, he relates the moment he fell in love with PJ Harvey (she later broke his heart):
"Fucking hell! That's a one-take video. Nothing is rehearsed at all except we sit on this 'love seat'. We didn't know each other well, and this thing happens while we're making the video. There's a certain awkwardness, and afterwards it's like, oh..." So you were beginning the relationship in this three-minute video? "Yeah, exactly."
the only time he can quit his focus on her is the few seconds where she goes to stand behind him, and then when she starts caressing him from behind you see him blink and become totally distracted again. it's intense and beautiful.
"Fucking hell! That's a one-take video. Nothing is rehearsed at all except we sit on this 'love seat'. We didn't know each other well, and this thing happens while we're making the video. There's a certain awkwardness, and afterwards it's like, oh..." So you were beginning the relationship in this three-minute video? "Yeah, exactly."
the only time he can quit his focus on her is the few seconds where she goes to stand behind him, and then when she starts caressing him from behind you see him blink and become totally distracted again. it's intense and beautiful.
where i was, where i'm going, and other ppl's vids
i used to walk this road and beach every day on my way to work at kualoa ranch, back in 2000 and 2001, before i moved to waikiki.
cheesy japanese promo vid for the ranch. if you're a LOST fan you'll recognize the backdrops for every island hiking scene. i used to lead hikes through this valley, take kids fishing, ride horseback topless, ride my mt. bike, pick guava and passionfruit...
ok so i don't get to go to my old haunts next week, but i AM going to the Big Island! should be fun.
cheesy japanese promo vid for the ranch. if you're a LOST fan you'll recognize the backdrops for every island hiking scene. i used to lead hikes through this valley, take kids fishing, ride horseback topless, ride my mt. bike, pick guava and passionfruit...
ok so i don't get to go to my old haunts next week, but i AM going to the Big Island! should be fun.
If it tastes like caramel
play this video for an audio track to my blog. there's no actual video. just music.
HOT CHIP seems to be following me EVERYWHERE.
I'm sitting in a cafe, Sunday morning - Firehouse Cafe in Ballard, right by the Sloop Tavern, Lockspot - home of the "Deadliest Catch" drinkers, and the Ballard Locks. Right up the street from Shilshole Marina and right down the street from Cupcake Royale and Hattie's Hat - Neko Case's old workplace. I'm less than a block from Brian and Nanette's place and maybe 2 blocks from Adrian's. In fact Adrian's roommate works here but she's not here this morning. Fish is doing epoxy work on his boat about a mile away, and I'm here to work out the kinks in Jack Tar 3. Apparently I either need to learn how to "embed" fonts in my PDF's, or just accept the ugly fonts installed on my computer.
This morning is good, because it's Sunday before 9am, and it seems that this city barely moves at this time. I had the streets to myself, and in Ballard that's really nice.
But back to the Hot Chip. Hot Chip is a band. A good band, mostly. A lot of electronics and a soothing lead singer. But it's not really soothing music, like the Shins or Postal Service. It's usually pretty upbeat. Anyway, they just came out with a new album; Made in the Dark, and Seattle has gone nuts for it. KEXP plays it constantly, Rudy's Barbershop was playing it, half the cafes and bars in town play it. IT'S EVERYWHERE! It's kinda driving me crazy. Hot Chip isn't a band I'd listen to over and over again, all day, but I have few escapes from it these days.
blah blah blah
This last week at work was difficult at times. Still pulling 11-12 hour days. Our new warehouse helper is Awesome. His birthday is today so he had a gathering at Paddy Coyne's pub last night. Interesting crowd for sure. Let's see I'll nickname him PickBoy, because he picks in the warehouse and he's a few years younger than the rest of us. So PickBoy grew up in the same suburb I did, and went to a rival high school. He went to teach snowboarding in Germany and met a sweet young German girl and they've been married 8 years! Impressive for two young folks these days. And neither of them want kids, which I think is kinda cool too. Anyway she's really fun, and then I met his sister-in-law who looked really polished but then I noticed she had big ol' fancy plugs in her stretched out earlobes. I told her that surprised me and she said she's going for her MBA at the UW, so I guess she's adopting that more businesslike look, but that she and her husband (PickBoy's brother) own Deep Roots, a tattoo and piercing place in the UDistrict. We talked tats for a bit before I met some English sailor friends of PickBoy - Sean and his wife have sailed all over the place. Greek Islands, even!! Man I'd love to sail there. Eventually PickBoy got really drunk and Fish and I took off, leaving Rick to shmooze with all the cute girls that had joined the group.
Earlier in the day Thad, Bri and Nan and I all worked on sanding Fish's bottom blisters. Sounds worse than it was, but still plenty of very fine ablative bottompaint dust coating my clothing. Fish and I also went to happy hour with the sailing group. There we met a new member, Will, who just returned from Thailand after living there for a few years. Will had that calm stature and focused way of speaking and listening that comes from being far far away from America for an extended period of time. There was also some schmuck who was totally new and must have googled to find potential clients for his new invention, splice nut, which is a plastic doohickey that pretty much works for putting a splice in braided line the same way wire shrouds are gripped by those stay-lock things. He arrived, looked anxious, passed out his card to everyone, hung out for a bit, then took off first. Several of us jokingly tried to pawn his cards off to each other. Ken V told stories about people who scuttle their boats during storms and refloat them, rather than hauling out. He said people still do it today. I'll have to google that to believe it. We also talked about how boats are surprisingly pretty cheap in Florida, Baja, and even SoCal, because couples travel long distance and arrive at one of those ending points and often say "FUCK THIS!" even to the extent of anchoring them offshore and abandoning them!!! Unbelievable. We laughed about how a lot of sailors arriving in Baja have to choose between their wife and their boat.
Oh yeah yesterday morning I also took Nan to breakfast at Volunteer Park Cafe.
for $33 we had a latte, an americano, a toasted baguette with brie and apple, a toasted sandwich of prosciutto and poached egg, the incredible carmelized banana brioche french toast with vanilla bean custard, and a piece each of chocolate bundt and lemon bundt cakes to go. The cafe is full of sunlight and it all made for a really nice birthday breakfast for Nan.
I just tried to find a link to that hot chip song and found a million fans' blog posts with the same title i used for this one! JEEZ!
HOT CHIP seems to be following me EVERYWHERE.
I'm sitting in a cafe, Sunday morning - Firehouse Cafe in Ballard, right by the Sloop Tavern, Lockspot - home of the "Deadliest Catch" drinkers, and the Ballard Locks. Right up the street from Shilshole Marina and right down the street from Cupcake Royale and Hattie's Hat - Neko Case's old workplace. I'm less than a block from Brian and Nanette's place and maybe 2 blocks from Adrian's. In fact Adrian's roommate works here but she's not here this morning. Fish is doing epoxy work on his boat about a mile away, and I'm here to work out the kinks in Jack Tar 3. Apparently I either need to learn how to "embed" fonts in my PDF's, or just accept the ugly fonts installed on my computer.
This morning is good, because it's Sunday before 9am, and it seems that this city barely moves at this time. I had the streets to myself, and in Ballard that's really nice.
But back to the Hot Chip. Hot Chip is a band. A good band, mostly. A lot of electronics and a soothing lead singer. But it's not really soothing music, like the Shins or Postal Service. It's usually pretty upbeat. Anyway, they just came out with a new album; Made in the Dark, and Seattle has gone nuts for it. KEXP plays it constantly, Rudy's Barbershop was playing it, half the cafes and bars in town play it. IT'S EVERYWHERE! It's kinda driving me crazy. Hot Chip isn't a band I'd listen to over and over again, all day, but I have few escapes from it these days.
blah blah blah
This last week at work was difficult at times. Still pulling 11-12 hour days. Our new warehouse helper is Awesome. His birthday is today so he had a gathering at Paddy Coyne's pub last night. Interesting crowd for sure. Let's see I'll nickname him PickBoy, because he picks in the warehouse and he's a few years younger than the rest of us. So PickBoy grew up in the same suburb I did, and went to a rival high school. He went to teach snowboarding in Germany and met a sweet young German girl and they've been married 8 years! Impressive for two young folks these days. And neither of them want kids, which I think is kinda cool too. Anyway she's really fun, and then I met his sister-in-law who looked really polished but then I noticed she had big ol' fancy plugs in her stretched out earlobes. I told her that surprised me and she said she's going for her MBA at the UW, so I guess she's adopting that more businesslike look, but that she and her husband (PickBoy's brother) own Deep Roots, a tattoo and piercing place in the UDistrict. We talked tats for a bit before I met some English sailor friends of PickBoy - Sean and his wife have sailed all over the place. Greek Islands, even!! Man I'd love to sail there. Eventually PickBoy got really drunk and Fish and I took off, leaving Rick to shmooze with all the cute girls that had joined the group.
Earlier in the day Thad, Bri and Nan and I all worked on sanding Fish's bottom blisters. Sounds worse than it was, but still plenty of very fine ablative bottompaint dust coating my clothing. Fish and I also went to happy hour with the sailing group. There we met a new member, Will, who just returned from Thailand after living there for a few years. Will had that calm stature and focused way of speaking and listening that comes from being far far away from America for an extended period of time. There was also some schmuck who was totally new and must have googled to find potential clients for his new invention, splice nut, which is a plastic doohickey that pretty much works for putting a splice in braided line the same way wire shrouds are gripped by those stay-lock things. He arrived, looked anxious, passed out his card to everyone, hung out for a bit, then took off first. Several of us jokingly tried to pawn his cards off to each other. Ken V told stories about people who scuttle their boats during storms and refloat them, rather than hauling out. He said people still do it today. I'll have to google that to believe it. We also talked about how boats are surprisingly pretty cheap in Florida, Baja, and even SoCal, because couples travel long distance and arrive at one of those ending points and often say "FUCK THIS!" even to the extent of anchoring them offshore and abandoning them!!! Unbelievable. We laughed about how a lot of sailors arriving in Baja have to choose between their wife and their boat.
Oh yeah yesterday morning I also took Nan to breakfast at Volunteer Park Cafe.
for $33 we had a latte, an americano, a toasted baguette with brie and apple, a toasted sandwich of prosciutto and poached egg, the incredible carmelized banana brioche french toast with vanilla bean custard, and a piece each of chocolate bundt and lemon bundt cakes to go. The cafe is full of sunlight and it all made for a really nice birthday breakfast for Nan.
I just tried to find a link to that hot chip song and found a million fans' blog posts with the same title i used for this one! JEEZ!
stand up for something already
i've been thinking about the changes at my workplace. it's a small company and the main people running it have been there 5 out of the 7 years it has existed. it was like a family until J was fired. the way i see it, there may have been legitimate concerns with his management style, but nobody asked him to change and he was not given warning. and nobody else stepped up to manage anything, ever. J is intelligent, a hard worker, and very much the alpha male type, so he stepped up and took care of everything he could, as best as he could. where others fell short, he filled in. where he fell short, nobody filled in.
the other drivers and i liked him very much. i was disappointed that while everyone was confused and thinking it was a bad idea to fire him, including those who'd been there 5 years or more, NOBODY said "this is unacceptable" or "this is a terrible thing and i'm very confused and dismayed by this"
nobody except me.
yeah i'll toot my own fucking horn even though i later decided to stay. i told the other drivers we might be able to get the pres to reconsider if we all quit. they had acted like they appreciated J so much, yet they did nothing. of course now they are upset on a daily basis with how things are being run. in my opinion, they have no right to complain. i don't get upset. i knew shit was going to fall apart there. J was the glue that held everything together. first i get upset, then i realize what my healthy limits are and i will work to those limits and no further. i've been working 11 hour days for 2 weeks. my limit is 12 hours. if it gets to that point i will say "i'm sorry, i have to go home now" and clock out. there's only so much i can carry. if my back hurts or i'm physically exhausted i'll just slow down. if slowing down pushes me past a 12 hour day that doesn' t mean i'm staying late to make up for being slower. i know my limits and i know what appropriate expectations are between an employee and an employer.
i will say, though, that J inspired the kind of teamwork and loyalty that made me push my limits for the sake of the team. J made me want to help the other drivers and him. with him being fired the dynamic at this company has changed entirely. how can a healthy "family" exist if a member is forced out without being given a chance? how can i trust that other weird decisions won't be made? do i really have to go back to thinking of my coworkers as just people i work with... who are ultimately only going to look out for themselves regardless of the good people around them getting fucked over? i hate that. it's everywhere and i thought it wasn't at this company. but i'm such an idealistic fool.
i want to scream this at these people: THANK GOD you weren't around 80 years ago when workers rights, unions, human rights, etc, were being fought for, because not a damn thing would have changed.
the other drivers and i liked him very much. i was disappointed that while everyone was confused and thinking it was a bad idea to fire him, including those who'd been there 5 years or more, NOBODY said "this is unacceptable" or "this is a terrible thing and i'm very confused and dismayed by this"
nobody except me.
yeah i'll toot my own fucking horn even though i later decided to stay. i told the other drivers we might be able to get the pres to reconsider if we all quit. they had acted like they appreciated J so much, yet they did nothing. of course now they are upset on a daily basis with how things are being run. in my opinion, they have no right to complain. i don't get upset. i knew shit was going to fall apart there. J was the glue that held everything together. first i get upset, then i realize what my healthy limits are and i will work to those limits and no further. i've been working 11 hour days for 2 weeks. my limit is 12 hours. if it gets to that point i will say "i'm sorry, i have to go home now" and clock out. there's only so much i can carry. if my back hurts or i'm physically exhausted i'll just slow down. if slowing down pushes me past a 12 hour day that doesn' t mean i'm staying late to make up for being slower. i know my limits and i know what appropriate expectations are between an employee and an employer.
i will say, though, that J inspired the kind of teamwork and loyalty that made me push my limits for the sake of the team. J made me want to help the other drivers and him. with him being fired the dynamic at this company has changed entirely. how can a healthy "family" exist if a member is forced out without being given a chance? how can i trust that other weird decisions won't be made? do i really have to go back to thinking of my coworkers as just people i work with... who are ultimately only going to look out for themselves regardless of the good people around them getting fucked over? i hate that. it's everywhere and i thought it wasn't at this company. but i'm such an idealistic fool.
i want to scream this at these people: THANK GOD you weren't around 80 years ago when workers rights, unions, human rights, etc, were being fought for, because not a damn thing would have changed.
Bumper 2 Bumper
Today the SUN SHONE DOWN on Seattle! The wee folks stumbling blindly between the skyscrapers lifted their heads to the sky like new blooms in spring but it was so bright that we all ended up exhausted from squinting. Overheard most on the street: "I shoulda brought my sunglasses!"
I ate a gyro at Pike Place Market after delivering there. I carried seven 30-40 pound boxes up 2 flights of stairs at the market. I deserved a gyro!
Later, in the large office of a famous local restaurateur, I commented to the accountant on how it's nice that there's always a platter of fresh sushi or hummos and pita or something like that in their office. She said "The boss said we were all getting too fat, so he decided to provide the snacks from that point on."
And since I work in a field that includes a lot of pretty people, I feel it's my duty to put in my vote for Hottest Local Chef-Owners.
The main chef at Boom Noodle
The guy who runs Joe Bar. DAMN. Carhaarts, even!
Now for the best part of this post: Today I observed bumper stickers. Most were the typical political (liberal) type so often seen in Seattle. Actually they all were. That's all you really see around here, except those supposedly less obnoxious rear window transfers that tell everyone what college you went too. Today was Vanderbilt, Brown, etc. Oh and KEXP stickers too. So here's my list of most common stickers that I saw today, to least common. But the least common is definitely the kicker.... although if you click on this link you'll see a lot of other popular stickers around here and some extras.
1. NO WAR
2. War IS Terrorism
3. John Kerry for President
4. No War for Oil
5. Obama
6. It Takes a Village Idiot
7. a picture of the jesus fish with the word "Duped" inside, and the words "In Case of Rapture" around it.
and the least common but definitely one that stuck in my brain:
My SUV gets 9 miles per soldier.
I ate a gyro at Pike Place Market after delivering there. I carried seven 30-40 pound boxes up 2 flights of stairs at the market. I deserved a gyro!
Later, in the large office of a famous local restaurateur, I commented to the accountant on how it's nice that there's always a platter of fresh sushi or hummos and pita or something like that in their office. She said "The boss said we were all getting too fat, so he decided to provide the snacks from that point on."
And since I work in a field that includes a lot of pretty people, I feel it's my duty to put in my vote for Hottest Local Chef-Owners.
The main chef at Boom Noodle
The guy who runs Joe Bar. DAMN. Carhaarts, even!
Now for the best part of this post: Today I observed bumper stickers. Most were the typical political (liberal) type so often seen in Seattle. Actually they all were. That's all you really see around here, except those supposedly less obnoxious rear window transfers that tell everyone what college you went too. Today was Vanderbilt, Brown, etc. Oh and KEXP stickers too. So here's my list of most common stickers that I saw today, to least common. But the least common is definitely the kicker.... although if you click on this link you'll see a lot of other popular stickers around here and some extras.
1. NO WAR
2. War IS Terrorism
3. John Kerry for President
4. No War for Oil
5. Obama
6. It Takes a Village Idiot
7. a picture of the jesus fish with the word "Duped" inside, and the words "In Case of Rapture" around it.
and the least common but definitely one that stuck in my brain:
My SUV gets 9 miles per soldier.
politics at Mama's
watch sexy waitress Amelia, semi sober Daddy J, Nickl and myself listening to Dick G. explain why the dems might not win.
There Will Be Drinking. And Sailing. Soon.
So I decided to stick around at my current delivery job for awhile. I miss my boss, though. We all do. When he was with us we'd go out at least one or two Fridays per month, after the workweek was finished, and inevitably we'd all get plastered on whiskey shots. So this past Friday we decided to all go out anyway, and Judd met us at Mama's Mexican Kitchen in Belltown, where a hot waitress flirted with the boys and even sat on Nickl's lap in order to give him a memory to file away in his "Spank Bank." Judd of course asked her how old she thought he was. She said 36 (he's 41). And Rick proceeded to tell her just about anything he thought she wanted to hear. It was pretty amusing. She was nice and we tipped her well.
We then joined Fish and the Kayak Twins at the Red Door in Fremont and proceeded to get more wasted. Well actually I didn't because as usual I played Designated Driver. Don't get me wrong, I love to drink, but others often have a more relaxed definition of Drunk Driving. When you consider that I was by far the most sober, maybe not completely sober, but still the most of the 4 in our car, and successfully avoided 2 close calls caused by other drivers, I'm glad I was sober.
We took Daddy J home and hung out a bit there with Stella and Sherri and a Band of Horses while Nickl and J drank the rest of the Jameson's that J had given me for Stella-sitting. Nickl and J were totally wasted and Fish spent the entire time wrestling a stuffed monkey out of Stella's puppy jaws. Then we took Nickl home. It was a fun night.
Saturday night Fish and I went to see There Will Be Blood. Daniel Day Lewis is one of the best actors alive. Not much of a plot, but an excellent character study/old time saga. I think I expected something more action packed. It was like those long epic dramas with lots of poignant moments that you will never take the time to watch again. The review I read concluded that it was a tale of "Prophets versus Profits" which is a catchy phrase but not very accurate. Lewis's character was a real money-driven asshole 90% of the time but he was fucking over a few innocent people, not the so called prophet in the movie. The preview led me to believe there was major feuding between he and someone else over oil, but that's not really valid. No big Gangs of New York style feuding. Lewis is so good that for 158 minutes I believe that he really is this character, and not just acting. He's amazing. I can't say enough about him perfecting his art.
Today the Kayak Twins, Fish and I motored the future Miss White Cloud through the locks and under a few bridges in order to get to the yard where she will be hauled out tomorrow. Soon there will be a de-naming process (I will not mention the current name) but it's a bit confusing because some resources say to use urine to wash away the old and some say to use red wine AKA Blood of a Virgin, but then there's an issue of red stains. Fish is researching all of this to the nth degree. No matter what the baptising of White Cloud is not too far away and that will be a huge upgrade for the participants (champagne).
We then went out for lunch at Hattie's Hat (former employer of Neko Case!) and had some yummy food.
See all the pics here.
We then joined Fish and the Kayak Twins at the Red Door in Fremont and proceeded to get more wasted. Well actually I didn't because as usual I played Designated Driver. Don't get me wrong, I love to drink, but others often have a more relaxed definition of Drunk Driving. When you consider that I was by far the most sober, maybe not completely sober, but still the most of the 4 in our car, and successfully avoided 2 close calls caused by other drivers, I'm glad I was sober.
We took Daddy J home and hung out a bit there with Stella and Sherri and a Band of Horses while Nickl and J drank the rest of the Jameson's that J had given me for Stella-sitting. Nickl and J were totally wasted and Fish spent the entire time wrestling a stuffed monkey out of Stella's puppy jaws. Then we took Nickl home. It was a fun night.
Saturday night Fish and I went to see There Will Be Blood. Daniel Day Lewis is one of the best actors alive. Not much of a plot, but an excellent character study/old time saga. I think I expected something more action packed. It was like those long epic dramas with lots of poignant moments that you will never take the time to watch again. The review I read concluded that it was a tale of "Prophets versus Profits" which is a catchy phrase but not very accurate. Lewis's character was a real money-driven asshole 90% of the time but he was fucking over a few innocent people, not the so called prophet in the movie. The preview led me to believe there was major feuding between he and someone else over oil, but that's not really valid. No big Gangs of New York style feuding. Lewis is so good that for 158 minutes I believe that he really is this character, and not just acting. He's amazing. I can't say enough about him perfecting his art.
Today the Kayak Twins, Fish and I motored the future Miss White Cloud through the locks and under a few bridges in order to get to the yard where she will be hauled out tomorrow. Soon there will be a de-naming process (I will not mention the current name) but it's a bit confusing because some resources say to use urine to wash away the old and some say to use red wine AKA Blood of a Virgin, but then there's an issue of red stains. Fish is researching all of this to the nth degree. No matter what the baptising of White Cloud is not too far away and that will be a huge upgrade for the participants (champagne).
We then went out for lunch at Hattie's Hat (former employer of Neko Case!) and had some yummy food.
See all the pics here.
Stelllaaaaa!
last week:
my most excellent boss got fired without warning
15 minutes after hearing this i put in my 2 weeks notice
for a couple of days, people at the company tried to convince me to stay
i decided to stick around a while longer to see how it goes
i house-sat for my now ex-boss, actually mostly dogsitting his and his girlfriend's beautiful chocolate lab pup named Stella (see picture)
i attended a seminar on standing rigging at the boat show
i bought a 26 foot sailboat for really cheap- it needs new keel bolts in order to sail
i hosted a small superbowl/puppybowl party at my boss's house
i watched tv, made french toast & bacon, baked bread, cuddled w/fish and stella, and picked up a lot of dog poo
made friends with new boss from portland - he was raised by buddhist monks (sort of)
my most excellent boss got fired without warning
15 minutes after hearing this i put in my 2 weeks notice
for a couple of days, people at the company tried to convince me to stay
i decided to stick around a while longer to see how it goes
i house-sat for my now ex-boss, actually mostly dogsitting his and his girlfriend's beautiful chocolate lab pup named Stella (see picture)
i attended a seminar on standing rigging at the boat show
i bought a 26 foot sailboat for really cheap- it needs new keel bolts in order to sail
i hosted a small superbowl/puppybowl party at my boss's house
i watched tv, made french toast & bacon, baked bread, cuddled w/fish and stella, and picked up a lot of dog poo
made friends with new boss from portland - he was raised by buddhist monks (sort of)
not so easy plateau
the outdoor retailer convention was... COLD. and stressful. i thought a free hotel and only 3 days of easy work would be a breeze, but i hardly feel like i took a vacation of any sort. but hey, i paid my rent in cash upon my return.
SO! what did i see in salt lake? i saw one of the most photographed people of all time. no, not the president. not britney. i saw THE NAKED COWBOY modeling exofficio underwear! (GREAT underwear, by the way - i've had a pair for over a year and love them. they still look like new). I was told later that the Naked Cowboy is famous in Times Square. Stands there playing guitar all summer apparently.
I also took some video of "sleeping bags you can walk around in" being modeled by a local hip hop dance troupe, next to the climbing/bouldering wall.
went to a great dinner at "oasis" had some yummy barbecue at "sugar house" and went out for red curry prawns with the local motorcyclists from the "sport touring network" with Fish and one of his coworkers because they're both really into xcountry motorcycle touring. not the goldwing crowd, mind you.
after watching enough tv to last me a few years, it was time to fly out. salt lake is lovely from the air!
i'd arranged to get home in enough time to see my beloved ryan adams play at the paramount in seattle. he surprised me with incredible performances of oasis's wonderwall, alice in chain's down in a hole, plus great versions of let it ride, come pick me up, beautiful sorta, and others. ryan may be sober but he's pretty self-indulgent on stage. the constant talking is cute and he's always funny, and him turning on the house lights for 15 minutes so he could direct the entire crowd to act like zombies and say "cardinal powers, activate" just how he wanted them to say it, all for an idea he had for his youtube channel, was also funny and fun. he also took some video of some girls' eyes while hanging out and talking with folks outside. his youtube channel is pretty funny. he makes the other band members dress up and act stuff out. i think they humor him most of the time. after he taped the audience the drummer said "welcome to life on the bus."
most of the crowd were of the New Seattleite type - 27 year old couples sans kids in the 60K and up income range. a lot of folks in their 40's too. i may have been the only person without a mate there. ryan even noticed this and told the crowd how nice all the couples looked. my only criticism is how near the end of half the songs he'd dramatically replay one word slow and breathy and over and over and OVER again. i think the people around me thought he was being really epic and artistic but i'd start laughing by the 3rd repeat. then it'd be obvious that he was doing it all to amuse himself because he'd start repeating the phrase in a comical way. it just got kinda old by the last song:
i wish i'd taken my iTalk to record wonderwall. it was truly beautiful, and he rarely performs it live i guess.
made lasagna with fish and the kayak twins last night. mmm the shorter ktwin served us BROWNIES WITH ICE CREAM!!! and the tall ktwin served up SOUR PATCH KIDS!!! i love desserts!
nan got back from mexico yesterday with kelly l. and gave me some really pretty turquoise earrings. the straw bale building plans are really coming together. but i think for now she's gonna focus on building their cabin up in index, wa.
SO! what did i see in salt lake? i saw one of the most photographed people of all time. no, not the president. not britney. i saw THE NAKED COWBOY modeling exofficio underwear! (GREAT underwear, by the way - i've had a pair for over a year and love them. they still look like new). I was told later that the Naked Cowboy is famous in Times Square. Stands there playing guitar all summer apparently.
I also took some video of "sleeping bags you can walk around in" being modeled by a local hip hop dance troupe, next to the climbing/bouldering wall. went to a great dinner at "oasis" had some yummy barbecue at "sugar house" and went out for red curry prawns with the local motorcyclists from the "sport touring network" with Fish and one of his coworkers because they're both really into xcountry motorcycle touring. not the goldwing crowd, mind you.
after watching enough tv to last me a few years, it was time to fly out. salt lake is lovely from the air!
i'd arranged to get home in enough time to see my beloved ryan adams play at the paramount in seattle. he surprised me with incredible performances of oasis's wonderwall, alice in chain's down in a hole, plus great versions of let it ride, come pick me up, beautiful sorta, and others. ryan may be sober but he's pretty self-indulgent on stage. the constant talking is cute and he's always funny, and him turning on the house lights for 15 minutes so he could direct the entire crowd to act like zombies and say "cardinal powers, activate" just how he wanted them to say it, all for an idea he had for his youtube channel, was also funny and fun. he also took some video of some girls' eyes while hanging out and talking with folks outside. his youtube channel is pretty funny. he makes the other band members dress up and act stuff out. i think they humor him most of the time. after he taped the audience the drummer said "welcome to life on the bus."
most of the crowd were of the New Seattleite type - 27 year old couples sans kids in the 60K and up income range. a lot of folks in their 40's too. i may have been the only person without a mate there. ryan even noticed this and told the crowd how nice all the couples looked. my only criticism is how near the end of half the songs he'd dramatically replay one word slow and breathy and over and over and OVER again. i think the people around me thought he was being really epic and artistic but i'd start laughing by the 3rd repeat. then it'd be obvious that he was doing it all to amuse himself because he'd start repeating the phrase in a comical way. it just got kinda old by the last song:
i wish i'd taken my iTalk to record wonderwall. it was truly beautiful, and he rarely performs it live i guess.
made lasagna with fish and the kayak twins last night. mmm the shorter ktwin served us BROWNIES WITH ICE CREAM!!! and the tall ktwin served up SOUR PATCH KIDS!!! i love desserts!
nan got back from mexico yesterday with kelly l. and gave me some really pretty turquoise earrings. the straw bale building plans are really coming together. but i think for now she's gonna focus on building their cabin up in index, wa.
Purple for Proof!
Instead of Mexico I am in Salt Lake - every day is BELOW FREEZING!! ah but I love a comfy hotel room, no matter where I am. For a little while, anyway. TELEVISION!!! I haven't watched TV since... crap... I don't know. I saw a show at a friends at least once in the last few months I think. But yeah I'd say I haven't watched as much television in the last 24 hours since I visited Jarad's parents in Houston 2 years ago. CSI, Regarding Henry, Discovery shows about stony asteroids hitting the earth. Commercials about diet pills, new cars, various prescriptions to make you sleep, be happy, get hard, whatever... so they all cause diarrhea and heart arythmia.. who cares! The people look great and it's well edited.
Tomorrow I begin a 3 day job at the Outdoor Retailers Convention at Salt Palace Convention Center. Yesterday I walked into this vast cavern of booths and advertisement - all set up to appeal to the folks who bring you, the consumer, the sea of products that you are convinced you need in order to enjoy "the environment." Never have I seen a more oxymoronic display of eco-consumerism. I have a hard enough time walking into REI or ANY given outdoor retail store, knowing full well that a used wool sweater will do me just fine on a cold watch, and that the most successful hikers in the Grand Canyon wear any hat, light covering clothing and carry little more than a thin plastic gallon jug of water and some peanut butter crackers.
No let's be honest. My heart leapt a little when I saw the giant Filson's display, the Chaco booth, and the Carhaart area. In fact I'm working in between the Petzyl and Teva booths, which may prove for fun breaktimes.
Besides all that, Fish and I went to PF Chang's last night. It was OK. Overhyped, I think. Today we went to Squatters Brewery which was pretty good - bacon bleu cheese burger with sweetpotatoe fries and rootbeer brewed in house. Didn't try the Polygamy Porter. Fish's work gave him a perdiem and there's no fridge in the room so we're going out a lot.
I brought my camera, so I'll take pics tomorrow!
Tomorrow I begin a 3 day job at the Outdoor Retailers Convention at Salt Palace Convention Center. Yesterday I walked into this vast cavern of booths and advertisement - all set up to appeal to the folks who bring you, the consumer, the sea of products that you are convinced you need in order to enjoy "the environment." Never have I seen a more oxymoronic display of eco-consumerism. I have a hard enough time walking into REI or ANY given outdoor retail store, knowing full well that a used wool sweater will do me just fine on a cold watch, and that the most successful hikers in the Grand Canyon wear any hat, light covering clothing and carry little more than a thin plastic gallon jug of water and some peanut butter crackers.
No let's be honest. My heart leapt a little when I saw the giant Filson's display, the Chaco booth, and the Carhaart area. In fact I'm working in between the Petzyl and Teva booths, which may prove for fun breaktimes.
Besides all that, Fish and I went to PF Chang's last night. It was OK. Overhyped, I think. Today we went to Squatters Brewery which was pretty good - bacon bleu cheese burger with sweetpotatoe fries and rootbeer brewed in house. Didn't try the Polygamy Porter. Fish's work gave him a perdiem and there's no fridge in the room so we're going out a lot.
I brought my camera, so I'll take pics tomorrow!
Green for Clean!
So... I'm not going to Mexico. In fact I'm taking a step back in my LETS START A COMMUNITY IN MEXICO! plan. I'm putting some of my enthusiasm for that off for a year. Nan and I had an epic week of miscommunication and working out kinks in our, uh, everything... and I'm totally jumping the gun when you compare her intentions to mine regarding HER property in Mexico. Instead I'm going to focus on getting the magazine out more regularly, saving money, and my new relationship - which is completely awesome. Fish is exactly like me, which can lead to some intensity, but we see ourselves in each other and are more understanding because of it.
So work has been going well. I'm getting even more buff, which is both good and bad. I'm already a bit of an amazon and not really interested in having to deal with more sleeves not fitting. I know i've said it before, but I LOVE my job, and my coworkers. Why did I never take a delivery job before this in my life? I never dread going to work. Granted, by the end of most days, I'm truly ready to go home and tired as hell, but I fit 40 hours into 4 days and the 3 day weekend makes up for it. My coworkers are a lot of fun and my boss is a dream. He's even arranged a weekend getaway for the four of us next month. And he takes us out to a nice lunch, with drinks, about once a month or so. I'm getting paid next week even though I'll be gone, and he's letting me take off another week in March because I'm joining Fish and his family on their Kona vacation. That's another reason I'm not too bummed about missing out on Mexico. I'll get some sun eventually...
Instead, I'm going to... drum roll.... SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH! Yippee!
Haha OK so mormons and another cold climate probably don't sound like my idea of a good time, but hey, making MONEY and maybe going to SUNDANCE FILM FEST do, right? Yesssss.
I'm going to work for Fish's company during the Outdoor Retail Convention, and I have tuesday off so I'll see if I can hit up Sundance.
Hmm what else... well the cooking co-op was a success. The Kayak Twins and I chopped and cooked up a storm (Fish cut up 3 onions - thanks!) for some yummy, super fatty Irish Stew and Bread. We're thinking lasagna next time. Ummm... I bought some furniture, kind of due to the encouragement of my boss, who feels that if I have more "stuff" I might stick around longer. So it was off to Value Village for a super nice folding camp chair, then a not so nice folding camp chair, plus a card table. Added to my 2 small wooden folding chairs, tv tray and baking rack which i use for papers and clothes, and my large room is really deluxe now. OK so I'm still on a mattress on the floor and looking forward to my next voyage where I can get rid of everything again. So it goes.
OK well there's about 2 dozen musicians partying in this house right now so I guess I better go socialize or something. It's not as crazy as it sounds. They're all in their 30's with software jobs and spouses and even kids. They take a few weeks off every year to tour with their bands. I don't play music or work at an office so I don't have too much to discuss with anyone. I hear there's one sailor coming so maybe I'll try to find her now...
So work has been going well. I'm getting even more buff, which is both good and bad. I'm already a bit of an amazon and not really interested in having to deal with more sleeves not fitting. I know i've said it before, but I LOVE my job, and my coworkers. Why did I never take a delivery job before this in my life? I never dread going to work. Granted, by the end of most days, I'm truly ready to go home and tired as hell, but I fit 40 hours into 4 days and the 3 day weekend makes up for it. My coworkers are a lot of fun and my boss is a dream. He's even arranged a weekend getaway for the four of us next month. And he takes us out to a nice lunch, with drinks, about once a month or so. I'm getting paid next week even though I'll be gone, and he's letting me take off another week in March because I'm joining Fish and his family on their Kona vacation. That's another reason I'm not too bummed about missing out on Mexico. I'll get some sun eventually...
Instead, I'm going to... drum roll.... SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH! Yippee!
Haha OK so mormons and another cold climate probably don't sound like my idea of a good time, but hey, making MONEY and maybe going to SUNDANCE FILM FEST do, right? Yesssss.
I'm going to work for Fish's company during the Outdoor Retail Convention, and I have tuesday off so I'll see if I can hit up Sundance.
Hmm what else... well the cooking co-op was a success. The Kayak Twins and I chopped and cooked up a storm (Fish cut up 3 onions - thanks!) for some yummy, super fatty Irish Stew and Bread. We're thinking lasagna next time. Ummm... I bought some furniture, kind of due to the encouragement of my boss, who feels that if I have more "stuff" I might stick around longer. So it was off to Value Village for a super nice folding camp chair, then a not so nice folding camp chair, plus a card table. Added to my 2 small wooden folding chairs, tv tray and baking rack which i use for papers and clothes, and my large room is really deluxe now. OK so I'm still on a mattress on the floor and looking forward to my next voyage where I can get rid of everything again. So it goes.
OK well there's about 2 dozen musicians partying in this house right now so I guess I better go socialize or something. It's not as crazy as it sounds. They're all in their 30's with software jobs and spouses and even kids. They take a few weeks off every year to tour with their bands. I don't play music or work at an office so I don't have too much to discuss with anyone. I hear there's one sailor coming so maybe I'll try to find her now...
Alan wuz here
I think I forgot to mention that one of my favorite shipmates of all time, Alan Kerstetter, was recently in town! Fish, Alan and I went out for a few pitchers in Fremont before he flew east for the holidays.
TEN DAYS!
alright alright yes 10 days since last i blogged. i have accomplished very little in the last 10 days when it comes to getting the new issue printed, updating websites, and shit, even doing laundry. i haven't even mailed my own father his christmas presents and today is new years. i got my gram and aunt b. bags of COFFEE for xmas. sure, it's the best coffee in the universe (STUMPTOWN, REPRESENT!) but still... lame. i'm a selfish bastard in some respects, and in others, i'm generous to an unhealthy level. plus i loathe how this christmas thing manifests itself in respect to consumer frenzy (cliche, i know) and giving gifts to people i'd rather just buy stuff for when i see it other times of the year. also, i'm working at a delivery job where the delivered product is most popular around the holidays, so i now feel like the hardest part of my job is OVER. in fact, i'm going to MEXICO in 3 weeks, and HAWAII in March...yay!! i'm so stoked. i'm desperately hoping i won't get fired over going to hawaii, but the trip is a gift and i'm not going to miss it.
so do you wanna see some pictures from what i've been doing since xmas eve?
first justin and i picked up sone-loc at the airport. after 115 days aboard a container ship between honolulu, guam and shanghai, she'd just flown up here from long beach to spend xmas with me! we all had our xmas eve dinner at my favorite vietnamese restaurant, tamarind tree. here sone is modeling the taste sensation that is the green tea martini. notice the lemongrass martini on the table.
justin wanted to do some cooking belowdecks on the ferry that night, because he says that there's full kitchens and a sort of "iron chef" atmosphere in the bowels of the washington states ferries. for example a call will come from the wheelhouse: "hey do we have any paprika? oh, and FULL ASTERN!" so anyway justin couldn't find a turkey at the asian market next door to Tam Tree so he settled for 3 chickens, each in their own bags, with heads still attached.
we dropped justin off for his overnight shift and then took some xmas gifts up to my sister. the next day sone, Fish and i met up at nans to finish prepping for our Very Ferry Christmas. we brought the joy and happiness of the holidays to Justin, who had to spend them aboard the ferry.
this was our food: spicy lemon crab cakes, mushroom spanokopita, 6 different kinds of cookies, prosciutto/romano/pear paninis, chili with chocolate in it, and fresh organic cranberry-orange pie. all from scratch, all made by nan. amazing. as usual.
sone's loving family in chicago had sent a large box with 2 giant deepdish chicago pizzas, some sausage and a giant new york cheesecake all packed in dry ice. she was only staying for 5 days so we went ahead and gave the cheesecake to the ferry engineers.
here's justin loving up his new ROLEX that sone bought him on the streets of shanghai.
then i had to work the rest of last week.
but THEN... sone and i attended a circus contraption event at the seattle centerhouse on friday night, and later i took her up to capitol hill for a few drinks. the honey hole was kinda boring, but the drinks were great as usual. we walked over to the metropolitain to see if those 25cent pbr's were still happening. there we found FLUFFZ aka the dude i no longer date, rubbing up all over a brunette. that was a bit weird because i'd never seen him with another girl, but since i'm involved with someone special it wasn't upsetting. just weird. in fact, it was quite liberating to see Fluffz In Person and NOT be attracted to him, for once.
sone complimented a cute dyke with a viking seafoods sweatshirt and we could barely shake her the rest of the night.
saturday found us hiking rattlesnake ridge with Fish. it is the highest/longest hike little sone from flat chi-town has ever been on. we brought wine and i wore regular clothes with my cheap rubber boots. it gave me great satisfaction to hike like this in the snow on this SUPER EASY hike while all the nouveau northwesterners sported their rei ensembles, complete with camelbaks, vasque boots, GATORS, and jesus even storebought walking sticks and the removable wire shoegrips. i mean really, people. it's a 2 mile hike with a 900' climb. all switchbacks. hmmph. i hope they were preparing for rainier or everest or sumthin.
i'm really happy that my friends are more about just being themselves and having a good time rather than worrying about their clothes, gear, appearances, etc. Fish and I are both sloppy looking freaks at times. probably mistaken for bums, which is what we both plan to be in the future anyway. boat bums, i mean.
after the hike we attended a party held by the Kayak Twins on their Lake Union houseboat.
everything was calm until the bulk of the guests left. then all hell broke loose. i was coerced into joining a Polar Bear Plunge. here this meant jumping naked into a 40 degree freshwater canal between 2 rows of occupied houseboats. 
here's the kayak twins themselves getting back on the dock. to the right you will see the hairy back? ass? of skyler, the neighbor who first appeared as we all climbed out in our birthday suits and whom we forced to jump in if he planned on continuing to watch us. so he jumped.
I jumped in twice, but after that first jump i was stone cold sober and couldn't get drunk again the rest of the evening. everyone else drank a lot more and jumped a lot more. Fish jumped 5 times and tried to touch the bottom.
other hilarious events of that evening included a less animated guest named eddie. eddie was one of the KT's driving companions on a cross country trip. one of eddie's most prominent appendages had to be "deflated" during the drive because it was scaring small children in other vehicles. sone decided it was time to bring new life back into eddie's forlorn member. we had lots of fun with eddie.
so ends the xrated part of this post. we woke up at 7am on the kayak twins' floor and realized sone's plane was due to leave in 90 minutes. she hadn't even packed her stuff at my house. sone missed that plane but caught the next one. i caught up on some sleep and then joined the crew at the houseboat with justin once again on new years eve, to watch the space needle pyrotechnical flub at midnight. tomorrow i go back to work and start looking forward to MEXICO!
so do you wanna see some pictures from what i've been doing since xmas eve?
first justin and i picked up sone-loc at the airport. after 115 days aboard a container ship between honolulu, guam and shanghai, she'd just flown up here from long beach to spend xmas with me! we all had our xmas eve dinner at my favorite vietnamese restaurant, tamarind tree. here sone is modeling the taste sensation that is the green tea martini. notice the lemongrass martini on the table.
justin wanted to do some cooking belowdecks on the ferry that night, because he says that there's full kitchens and a sort of "iron chef" atmosphere in the bowels of the washington states ferries. for example a call will come from the wheelhouse: "hey do we have any paprika? oh, and FULL ASTERN!" so anyway justin couldn't find a turkey at the asian market next door to Tam Tree so he settled for 3 chickens, each in their own bags, with heads still attached.
we dropped justin off for his overnight shift and then took some xmas gifts up to my sister. the next day sone, Fish and i met up at nans to finish prepping for our Very Ferry Christmas. we brought the joy and happiness of the holidays to Justin, who had to spend them aboard the ferry.
this was our food: spicy lemon crab cakes, mushroom spanokopita, 6 different kinds of cookies, prosciutto/romano/pear paninis, chili with chocolate in it, and fresh organic cranberry-orange pie. all from scratch, all made by nan. amazing. as usual.
sone's loving family in chicago had sent a large box with 2 giant deepdish chicago pizzas, some sausage and a giant new york cheesecake all packed in dry ice. she was only staying for 5 days so we went ahead and gave the cheesecake to the ferry engineers.
here's justin loving up his new ROLEX that sone bought him on the streets of shanghai.
then i had to work the rest of last week.
but THEN... sone and i attended a circus contraption event at the seattle centerhouse on friday night, and later i took her up to capitol hill for a few drinks. the honey hole was kinda boring, but the drinks were great as usual. we walked over to the metropolitain to see if those 25cent pbr's were still happening. there we found FLUFFZ aka the dude i no longer date, rubbing up all over a brunette. that was a bit weird because i'd never seen him with another girl, but since i'm involved with someone special it wasn't upsetting. just weird. in fact, it was quite liberating to see Fluffz In Person and NOT be attracted to him, for once.
sone complimented a cute dyke with a viking seafoods sweatshirt and we could barely shake her the rest of the night.
saturday found us hiking rattlesnake ridge with Fish. it is the highest/longest hike little sone from flat chi-town has ever been on. we brought wine and i wore regular clothes with my cheap rubber boots. it gave me great satisfaction to hike like this in the snow on this SUPER EASY hike while all the nouveau northwesterners sported their rei ensembles, complete with camelbaks, vasque boots, GATORS, and jesus even storebought walking sticks and the removable wire shoegrips. i mean really, people. it's a 2 mile hike with a 900' climb. all switchbacks. hmmph. i hope they were preparing for rainier or everest or sumthin.
i'm really happy that my friends are more about just being themselves and having a good time rather than worrying about their clothes, gear, appearances, etc. Fish and I are both sloppy looking freaks at times. probably mistaken for bums, which is what we both plan to be in the future anyway. boat bums, i mean.
after the hike we attended a party held by the Kayak Twins on their Lake Union houseboat.
everything was calm until the bulk of the guests left. then all hell broke loose. i was coerced into joining a Polar Bear Plunge. here this meant jumping naked into a 40 degree freshwater canal between 2 rows of occupied houseboats. 
here's the kayak twins themselves getting back on the dock. to the right you will see the hairy back? ass? of skyler, the neighbor who first appeared as we all climbed out in our birthday suits and whom we forced to jump in if he planned on continuing to watch us. so he jumped.
I jumped in twice, but after that first jump i was stone cold sober and couldn't get drunk again the rest of the evening. everyone else drank a lot more and jumped a lot more. Fish jumped 5 times and tried to touch the bottom.
other hilarious events of that evening included a less animated guest named eddie. eddie was one of the KT's driving companions on a cross country trip. one of eddie's most prominent appendages had to be "deflated" during the drive because it was scaring small children in other vehicles. sone decided it was time to bring new life back into eddie's forlorn member. we had lots of fun with eddie.
so ends the xrated part of this post. we woke up at 7am on the kayak twins' floor and realized sone's plane was due to leave in 90 minutes. she hadn't even packed her stuff at my house. sone missed that plane but caught the next one. i caught up on some sleep and then joined the crew at the houseboat with justin once again on new years eve, to watch the space needle pyrotechnical flub at midnight. tomorrow i go back to work and start looking forward to MEXICO!
something easy
i'm choosing something easy. there's no red flags, nobody needing me to be "a fire under their ass," no me challenging myself to accept/tolerate things i think i should. no compromise. for now... i'm choosing someone who thinks and lives just like me.
once i stopped looking and no longer cared to even try, something easy came along.
once i stopped looking and no longer cared to even try, something easy came along.
36
my last 36 hours have been truly rockin. first, i went to an art show last night where my friend and coworker had an opening. we three drivers were there with our boss and it was a good time. free beer. my boss, "Daddy J" gave me a ride to the marina where my friend The Fisherman has a sailboat and RUM. i had pre-ordered dark and stormies by phone. I found The Fisherman, my lovely acquaintances The Kayak Twins, and their mutual friend "J" at the top of the dock carrying digiorno pizzas through the gate. we gathered belowdecks and ate up the pizza, going from rum to beer to wine or whatever alcohol was left. The Fisherman attempted several puzzling escapes from his own vessel only to be continuously dragged back for his own safety. and to continue drinking. eventually we left him there and The Kayak Twins offered their spare bedroom to me for the night, which, to my great fortune, has a DIGITAL DRUM KIT!!! there are 100 settings where each skin can play different genres, like "spacejam" (think laser sounds when you hit each one) or "animals" or studio or whatever. i was drunk but determined to try out each and every setting. only then did i retire.
i got up and jetted off to Nan's which happened to be only one block away, picked up my mail (hello beautiful ryan adams ticket! well, haha, beautiful sorta, badutz-uh) and then picked up a bus home to gather cold weather sailing gear. my one mile walk from the busstop near home was freezing but those legwarmers i'd used the night before to stow wine bottles in my purse really helped. so The Fisherman is supposed to give me a ride but I don't even know if he's still alive, so I call and leave a message. After thorough directions he still gets lost and takes forever to get to me, where i'm waiting on a corner, in a residential area near my house, wearing sea boots, a bright orange grundens raincoat and jeans, and STILL getting gross men parking nearby and motioning to me because they think i'm a hooker. ok so i live in a bad area. The Fish finally shows and tells me sailing's been canceled, and we're both annoyed with that, but decide to make the best of it and hit up Smarty Pants for a greasy hangover breakfast. Here I learn that The Fish has only one eating peculiarity - he can't abide eating two generations of the same animal from one plate. my fave breakfast there is the Troublemaker Pileup which has eggs and chicken in it. he tolerated me eating it, but in no way took my recommendation to order the same. So Fish and I head over to SLU and CWB and arthur foss. We ran into a haida building a canoe outside. He had a lot of good things to say and actually knows CHB and WHAT THE FUCK... according to this 'skin Crazy Haida Bob is LIVING in SEATTLE and hasn't even told me. Whatever. Fish and I tried our hand at sawing some cedar and promptly gave up and went over to CWB where all of 6 folks who had tried out the new SLUT (south lake union trolley) were milling about, kiddies making boats, and strangely a girl was playing a harp upstairs. we noticed our sailing buddy Kenworth taking out the ol' ferrocement mallory todd while walking over to the A. Foss. Diana and Old Engine Adrian happened to be there at that moment so we chatted a bit with them.
Fish kicked me out of his crazy little sportscar at Nans and i hung out there for several hours before he returned with Kayak Twins to pick me up for a party at Kenworth and Twinkle's place. Twinkle is from "Bama and cute as a button and a very active hostess. lots of food, jello shots, karaoke, dance dance revolution and a white elephant gift exchange made for an active night. i suck at DDR, my version of "Somebody Told Me" wasn't all that great, but to my credit i HAD picked up our group's white el. gifts at archie mcphees, and they were very popular. especially the dracula mug that could hold a quart of...? and the plastic duck that quacked, the bag with three rolls of colored vinyl industrial tape, and the large plastic squirell were all hits. the dracula mug tied for being highest in demand with a bottle of sake. Kenworth stole my dark chocolate salmon and i ended up with a dvd of Far & Away. One of the KTwins landed a potted amaryllis and i almost took it from her but i knew it was in better hands (aka not mine).
so yeah 36 hours in the life of me this weekend. so far.
JUSTIN arrives MONDAY!!! yay!
i got up and jetted off to Nan's which happened to be only one block away, picked up my mail (hello beautiful ryan adams ticket! well, haha, beautiful sorta, badutz-uh) and then picked up a bus home to gather cold weather sailing gear. my one mile walk from the busstop near home was freezing but those legwarmers i'd used the night before to stow wine bottles in my purse really helped. so The Fisherman is supposed to give me a ride but I don't even know if he's still alive, so I call and leave a message. After thorough directions he still gets lost and takes forever to get to me, where i'm waiting on a corner, in a residential area near my house, wearing sea boots, a bright orange grundens raincoat and jeans, and STILL getting gross men parking nearby and motioning to me because they think i'm a hooker. ok so i live in a bad area. The Fish finally shows and tells me sailing's been canceled, and we're both annoyed with that, but decide to make the best of it and hit up Smarty Pants for a greasy hangover breakfast. Here I learn that The Fish has only one eating peculiarity - he can't abide eating two generations of the same animal from one plate. my fave breakfast there is the Troublemaker Pileup which has eggs and chicken in it. he tolerated me eating it, but in no way took my recommendation to order the same. So Fish and I head over to SLU and CWB and arthur foss. We ran into a haida building a canoe outside. He had a lot of good things to say and actually knows CHB and WHAT THE FUCK... according to this 'skin Crazy Haida Bob is LIVING in SEATTLE and hasn't even told me. Whatever. Fish and I tried our hand at sawing some cedar and promptly gave up and went over to CWB where all of 6 folks who had tried out the new SLUT (south lake union trolley) were milling about, kiddies making boats, and strangely a girl was playing a harp upstairs. we noticed our sailing buddy Kenworth taking out the ol' ferrocement mallory todd while walking over to the A. Foss. Diana and Old Engine Adrian happened to be there at that moment so we chatted a bit with them.
Fish kicked me out of his crazy little sportscar at Nans and i hung out there for several hours before he returned with Kayak Twins to pick me up for a party at Kenworth and Twinkle's place. Twinkle is from "Bama and cute as a button and a very active hostess. lots of food, jello shots, karaoke, dance dance revolution and a white elephant gift exchange made for an active night. i suck at DDR, my version of "Somebody Told Me" wasn't all that great, but to my credit i HAD picked up our group's white el. gifts at archie mcphees, and they were very popular. especially the dracula mug that could hold a quart of...? and the plastic duck that quacked, the bag with three rolls of colored vinyl industrial tape, and the large plastic squirell were all hits. the dracula mug tied for being highest in demand with a bottle of sake. Kenworth stole my dark chocolate salmon and i ended up with a dvd of Far & Away. One of the KTwins landed a potted amaryllis and i almost took it from her but i knew it was in better hands (aka not mine).
so yeah 36 hours in the life of me this weekend. so far.
JUSTIN arrives MONDAY!!! yay!
GOLDSLICK=GOLDSCHLAGER
thanks to my blog tracker which tells me what search words are being used to link to my blog, i can tell you where in the world the movie "superbad" is currently playing. the whole world wants to get their hands on some GOLDSLICK. we're talking the chinese, the turks, the czechs, the french, germans, kiwis, aussies, dutch, heck even the icelandic folks and brazilians. well of course the brazilians.... they know how to party.
PEOPLE OF THE WORLD... LET IT BE KNOWN....
THERE IS NO LIQUOR NAMED GOLDSLICK!!!!
PRESS YOUR "BACK" BUTTON TO RETURN TO GOOGLE AND TYPE THIS:
GOLDSCHLAGER
ah. now that they are gone...
i'd like to write about my views on a small town called Langley, Washington.
by the looks of this otherwise gorgeous little village, i believe they have the highest density of current and future juvenile delinquents of any town in their county. if you are somewhere near my age, imagine high school 15-20 years ago - all the goth kids and stoners are now within a 4 block radius, walking around as though the town were an extension of their high school during lunch break. it's bizarre. mostly what you see in langley are older hippie ladies and all these miscreants. someone needs to hold a townwide intervention with the parents here and tell them how to CARE about their children being aimless and attention-starved. Langley reeks of dysfunctional suburbia.
i hope someone googles "langley, washington" and finds this post.
besides all that it's time i laid off the caffeine and sugar. i identified myself as an addict with cravings today, and the tension, poor sleep, moodiness and road rage are definitely to be taken into account. i went up to 2 large coffees (extra cream and sugar) and a frap today. plus 3 doughnuts. easy to do because i won't get fat from it, and i need the energy to make it through 12 hours of work. or at least the addict in me is telling me that this stuff helps...
PEOPLE OF THE WORLD... LET IT BE KNOWN....
THERE IS NO LIQUOR NAMED GOLDSLICK!!!!
PRESS YOUR "BACK" BUTTON TO RETURN TO GOOGLE AND TYPE THIS:
GOLDSCHLAGER
ah. now that they are gone...
i'd like to write about my views on a small town called Langley, Washington.
by the looks of this otherwise gorgeous little village, i believe they have the highest density of current and future juvenile delinquents of any town in their county. if you are somewhere near my age, imagine high school 15-20 years ago - all the goth kids and stoners are now within a 4 block radius, walking around as though the town were an extension of their high school during lunch break. it's bizarre. mostly what you see in langley are older hippie ladies and all these miscreants. someone needs to hold a townwide intervention with the parents here and tell them how to CARE about their children being aimless and attention-starved. Langley reeks of dysfunctional suburbia.
i hope someone googles "langley, washington" and finds this post.
besides all that it's time i laid off the caffeine and sugar. i identified myself as an addict with cravings today, and the tension, poor sleep, moodiness and road rage are definitely to be taken into account. i went up to 2 large coffees (extra cream and sugar) and a frap today. plus 3 doughnuts. easy to do because i won't get fat from it, and i need the energy to make it through 12 hours of work. or at least the addict in me is telling me that this stuff helps...
what else today
in other news i had a terrible day at work. first i got stuck in an alley sandwiched between several big trucks that were also trying to deliver stuff to the same place. this was after i'd already protested to park in this place, but was forced to by the building's receiver. then i got stuck behind, yes, the most common thing in downtown seattle, people in snazzy clothes and expensive cars parking in loading zones, or hell, just making their own loading zone in rush hour traffic. thank goodness there's no signage on my vehicle because i rolled down the window and yelled at 2 violators parked RIGHT NEXT to a sign that said absolutely no parking before 9 am. later on in the day i flipped off a jerk who forced me to back out of a pot-holey alley because he had driven in opposite me and wouldn't back up. one client made me carry a dozen extremely heavy cases up some stairs and to some back of the building nook... and all day my back is killing me and my wrist feels really messed up... but really that stuff's been going on for a week. i chalk it up to the busy holiday season. the wrist stuff is new and slightly alarming but the back stuff i know will go away with a good massage. so i return to the warehouse and tell my boss that i can never do that one place alone again if my load is going to be so large. he didn't know they often make me take the stuff upstairs. then i asked, since we were down one man and the company was saving money by not having to pay for a warehouse manager, could they at least pay for me to get a massage this weekend? which was the same negative approach i'd been using all day, and therefore brought the usual less than positive response. he referred me to my chiropractic care via insurance, and i said my insurance hadn't started even though it was supposed to 2 weeks ago. i then walked away. he told everyone to go home an hour early and finished all our work for us. which, in my opinion, doesn't help anything because it just makes someone else suffer. i'll be happy when the holiday season is over.
