tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36554892011-04-21T22:14:21.718-07:00The Big Green HouseThis is a lovely story you’re telling. Does it have a point? bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comBlogger3921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1074564524742226762004-01-19T18:08:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.570-07:00The Big Green House is dead...
...long live The Big Green House! Come see the new place.bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1074321036391765812004-01-16T22:30:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.580-07:00We’re running out of brioche, too
Our wine cellar is looking a little bare these days. I think we’re down to a Sangiovese, a Zin, and a couple of bottles of Zinfandel Port. We didn’t have time to taste much wine during our vacation this year – I think we only stopped at two wineries altogether.
We have very vague plans to visit the wine country of Washington, down in the Yakima Valley and bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1074223484477053452004-01-15T19:24:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.588-07:00Streakers in restaurant watch as their car is stolen.
Any comment I might possibly make would only be superfluous.
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1074147080643598882004-01-14T22:11:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.596-07:00Let's stay together
I haven’t set up my stereo system at Science Manor yet. I haven’t really had the time, and the room in which it’s going to go is full of stuff we haven’t really had a chance to sort out. In the interim, we’ve been using Science Girl’s boom box. It does a nice enough job, since we’ve mostly been using it as background while we unpack.
“Yes, yes. Very interesting, I’m sure. bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1074055509813290822004-01-13T20:45:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.605-07:00Every rose has its thorn
I’m wondering if my brain is still under warrantee. Lately there’s been some unpleasant, disturbing, and downright unsavory activity going on in there, none of which is of my own volition. Specifically, I seem to be especially prone to 80’s power ballad earworms, which come unbidden from out of nowhere. It starts in the morning and sticks like spilled krazy glue on an bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1073975326047119582004-01-12T22:28:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.614-07:00Cheeseburger in paradise
As you may have heard, we’re in the midst of something of a mad cow scare here in the Great Pacific Northwest. Even though Our President (who would have absolutely no reason to lie to us and wouldn’t do so even if he did, gosh no) has reassured us that there is nothing to fear, many folks are, in fact, freaking out. And with good reason, as it turns out, since some of bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1073713780875751972004-01-09T21:49:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.621-07:00Sorry kids. Busy night + empty brain = no post. I am deficient and I know it. It is possible that I will do better in the future.bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1073628553229100762004-01-08T22:09:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.626-07:00Bright lights, big city
The rains came, the temperatures warmed, the snow became slush. The streets flooded and cleared. All we have now are random piles of dirty snow on our sidewalks and yards, and the memory of what it looked like when it was fresh and clean. *sigh*
But that’s not what I’m here to talk about.
No, I’m here to talk about Sky City. (Well, technically I’m here to work, but bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1073449832432568312004-01-06T20:30:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.633-07:00Ice cold ice
As it turned out, we got about four inches of new snow at Science Manor today. We awoke to about one or two inches, and it just kept snowing throughout most of the day.
It actually seemed warmer today, although everything I’ve seen said that the high was around 27 or so. Whatever the temperature really was, I can tell you that it was just beautiful when we took the dog out for her bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1073359726867824832004-01-05T19:28:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:09:08.668-07:00Freeze frame
My goodness but it’s been awfully darned cold around Science Manor these days. (I was gonna lead with “Man, it’s been fucking COLD lately”, but I figured I’d take the high road for a change.) I don’t think we got above freezing all weekend, with an average daily temperature around 25 or so, I’d guess. Last night it got down to 15 degrees. Going out to walk the dog was like entering bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1073019551610943262004-01-01T20:59:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.087-07:00Terms of psychic warfare
Nothing is ever simple. Due to a language gap/mix-up in communications, the landlord at The Big Green House thought that we had A) skipped on our last month’s rent and B) completely vacated and cleaned the place. The truth, in turn, is that A) we did in fact pay first and last when we signed the original lease, and B) we will have the last of our things out by the end ofbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1072933613708358892003-12-31T21:06:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.092-07:00Boy in the ‘hood
OK, so where did we leave off? Oh yeah, the new neighborhood. Well, just so you don’t think I absolutely hate it there, I should tell you that it does have a few redeeming aspects to it. For example, not all of the older houses have been demolished to feed the ego of some demented rich dimwit with all their taste in their mouth. There are still quite a few beautiful homes left bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1072808541536824232003-12-30T10:22:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.096-07:00Hey, kids! The IT guys at work have got the computers there all disassembled & stuff. Since time at home is much better spent with Science Girl than in front of the computer, you probably won't be seeing anything new here until the first of the year. Happy New Year.
See ya next year! (tee hee)bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1072501804334287322003-12-26T21:10:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.105-07:00Come and listen to a story ‘bout a man named b
Science Manor was built around 1936. Four years later, the last trolley line in Seattle, which ran up a nearby street, was discontinued – crushed under the wheels of the US automobile industry, just like all the other inter-urban railways of the time.
When Mere et Pere Science bought the place in the mid-Sixties, the neighborhood was still mostly bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1072403513180998562003-12-25T17:51:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.111-07:00We are Santa’s elves
Feliz navidad, y’all. Lucy and I are here at work, while Science Girl prepares Xmas dinner for Science Mom & her husband. I’m hoping they’ll save me some leftovers. It’s not that I haven’t eaten; my employers provided a nice dinner for all of us working tonight. SG is trying out a new chicken recipe tonight, and I’m curious as to how it will turn out.
Chicken. Very bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1072326067672650622003-12-24T20:21:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.117-07:00Santa Claus is back in town
If I were a believer in omens, I’d be pretty pleased with the way things are turning out these days. When the mail came on Monday (the birthday), my new copy of The Big Takeover was there. I’ve subscribed to a lot of magazines over the years, but never before have I gotten a handwritten note from the editor/publisher thanking me for renewing my subscription. Jack bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1072243430614104622003-12-23T21:23:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.126-07:00Something else Gene Rayburn and I have in common
So the birthday came and went in a peaceful manner. Science Girl and I had a nice Greek lunch (as much as I dislike cooked spinach, I loves me some spanakopita – go figure), then we went to see The Return of the King - all three-plus hours of it. Thumbs up from both of us, although my inner nerd is still grumbling about all the changes to the bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1071890393141863282003-12-19T19:19:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.132-07:00Homeward bound
The movers came this morning and picked up all the furniture and the really heavy boxes from The Big Green House and took them over to Science Manor. There are maybe six or seven carloads of odds & ends left to pick up at TBGH - it’s a small car - and then we’ll be all moved out.
I’ve been looking forward to this for oh so long. At the same time, there is that little twinge of bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1071813867242200382003-12-18T22:04:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.136-07:00It’s the most wonderful time of the year
This busy holiday season, don’t forget what it’s really all about: flipping shit at underpaid service workers who are just trying to do their jobs. They are there not only to provide service, but to act as receptacles for your anger and frustration regarding your tiny genitals. Or, y’know, whatever’s pissing you off at the moment. You are the center of bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1071723227174073782003-12-17T20:53:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.151-07:00Death of the cool
I am, for the most part, of the “live and let live” school of thought when it comes to musical preferences. I may not care much for the tunes that turn you on, but I will respect your right to listen to whatever it is that you like. ‘Twas not always so, but age and laziness have mellowed me a bit.
Except when it comes to “smooth jazz”. That shit has got to go. You know what Ibmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1071633408646910132003-12-16T19:56:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.161-07:00Born, not asked
Yet another birthday swiftly approaches and here I stand, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi.
Actually, it's not that bad this year. Last year at this time I was having a minor meltdown of sorts. This time around I physically feel older, no doubt due to moving boxes out of the basement of The Big Green House and upstairs into Science Manor. But the actual aging bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1071545439390507262003-12-15T19:30:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.167-07:00Under my wheels
We spent the weekend moving things from The Big Green House over to Science Manor. This entailed spending a lot of time in the car, driving from point A to point B and back. Far too much time, in fact. Oy.
As a public service, and to keep my spleen from climbing up my throat, reaching out the window and strangling the next pinhead who cuts me off in traffic, let me take this bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1071124642552877622003-12-10T22:37:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.186-07:00 Here we come a-wassailing
When I was 19-20 years old, I decided to make an Xmas tradition of drinking peppermint schnapps. I'm not really sure what put that idea in my head. Possibly it was the schnapps talking. At any rate, I only followed through with that plan for a couple of years. I don't think I've had a drop of the stuff since maybe 1982 or so. Given the bang per buck/resemblance to bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1071034304050539532003-12-09T21:31:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.201-07:00Today's text: Pluto's The Republic
What a great idea! Anything that helps kids read is a good idea in my book, and dogs make the perfect, non-judgmental audience. When everybody else in the entire world thinks you're contemptible, dogs will still lick your hand.
I wish Lucy was a suitable candidate for this program, but I don't think she's got the right temperament. She'd be too distracted bybmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1070953076604331922003-12-08T22:57:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.207-07:00No sleep 'til Hammersmith Ballard
I appear to have lost my ability to sleep past 6:30 AM. Regular readers* will recognize the horror inherent in that statement. For those of you just tuning in: I'm at work until 11:30 - 12:00 every night, and usually don't even get into bed until 1:30 or so.
Also lost is my capacity for civil conversation with anyone, including Science Girl. Fortunately for me,bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1070691631047277722003-12-05T22:20:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.214-07:00No one can save us but Kim the waitress
About six feet from my desk, there is an Xmas tree that's probably a good fifteen feet tall. It's very pretty, I guess, but it's a preternatural shade of green, due to the fire retardant it was dipped in/sprayed with. Everybody that walks past tells me how wonderful it smells. And it does smell nice, if you're just walking past. If you're sitting next to bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1070599922726808232003-12-04T20:52:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.253-07:00Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yay
Today was all about dogs.
Of course, that's true most days. I am what is commonly known as a dog slut. Back when we first started going out & before Lucy came to live with me, I would occasionally drag Science Girl with me on a walk around Green Lake specifically so I could get my dog fix. Yes. I am that man walking down the street, petting every dog that looksbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1070510984944425542003-12-03T20:09:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.259-07:00bad sex, media lies, and videotape
Let's get this out of the way up front, OK? All you rubes looking for the Paris Hilton video need to wake the fuck up. There is nothing even remotely sexual about that woman, let alone sexy. You are being duped by the media into thinking that she's some kind of desirable fuckbunny when in fact she is, more than likely, just like your sister's Barbie doll underbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1070428962810163912003-12-02T21:22:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.263-07:00Sgt. Pepper's Tales of Topographic Oceans
I'm sure that this has been painfully obvious to everyone else who's ever been interested in rock & roll, but I swear on my copy of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway* that it never once occurred to me that prog rock evolved from psychedelia. Not until I read this month's issue of Mojo. How blind it that? Truly, I am as thick as a brick.
I mean, a simple bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1070080668838196042003-11-28T20:37:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.268-07:00Overheard
Two older ladies talking � actually, one talking at length and one patiently listening. Finally the listener interrupts the spieler and says, �This is a lovely story you�re telling. Does it have a point?�
Genius.
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069982089731924082003-11-27T17:14:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.273-07:00A beautiful day in the neighborhood
Today was one of those days that made me want to move to Seattle in the first place. The smell of woodsmoke filled air as I walked Lucy around the neighborhood. There are still some trees with a few leaves left, but most of them have fallen. It was cool and overcast, but visibility was high enough that I could see the Olympics to the west and the Cascades to bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069913981200041462003-11-26T22:19:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.278-07:00Our house, in the middle of our street
The floors in Science Manor are done. They look mighty swell.
Also, the big dead tree that could easily have flattened the kitchen but at the last second chose to fall relatively harmlessly in the backyard is scheduled for disassembly Friday.
So, it appears that we will begin moving out of The Big Green House and over to Science Manor sometime this bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069824646764176282003-11-25T21:30:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.282-07:00Rockin� around the Xmas tree
Maybe it�s some sort of weird virus I�ve caught, or a previously suppressed gene suddenly expressing itself like there�s no tomorrow. Whatever the reason, I�ve become obsessed with Xmas music. Not, I hasten to add, the moldy old lugubrious carols that make ya wanna open a vein every time you hear them � and you will be hearing them, from now right on up until 12:01 bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069475118819332152003-11-21T20:25:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.287-07:00This is utterly pointless, but I'm gonna share it anyway: I just recieved a spam with the sender's name listed as Flukier S. Curmudgeons. Should I ever need to change my name, I think I know what I'm gonna go with...bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069474736970667392003-11-21T20:18:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.291-07:00Will this wind be so mighty as to lay low the mountains of the Earth?
Washington State, due to the generally mild climate and year-round moisture, has become home to a great many insidious, exotic pests. (Pause here for native Washingtonians to make the obligatory joke at the expense of transplanted Californians.) I was very surprised to find that the blackberries one sees in just about every bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069467796467667872003-11-21T18:23:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.296-07:00Outdoor hockey! This is pretty damn cool. (No pun intended, I swear.) I�m glad they chose two of the remaining Canadian teams for it. Don�t know if I�d want to be sitting there in 15-degree weather, but I�m glad they�re doing it anyway.bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069301530834981542003-11-19T20:12:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.318-07:00Baby, it�s cold outside
Science Girl awakened me at 7:30 this morning. Regular readers (yes, there are a couple) will recall that this is ordinarily a hanging crime. SG gets special dispensation, of course, being SG. Were that not the case, though, she would still probably have gotten off the hook � it snowed overnight. When we went to bed around 1 AM, it was blowing and raining something fiercebmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069215000846066952003-11-18T20:10:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.323-07:00The girl with the most cake
As previously mentioned, today is Science Girl�s birthday. Happy birthday, sweetie! And, as promised: cake and ice cream. Although serving ice cream with that particular cake would be like putting a pair of these on the back of your Bentley. You could do it, but why?
(Why you�d hang them off your pickup is another matter. Why you�d be driving a Bentley is still bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069131693311966892003-11-17T21:01:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.329-07:00Too much work tonight for posting. I�m just slipping in here on the QT to let y�all know that tomorrow is Science Girl�s birthday. There may be cake and ice cream for all. If you're good.bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1069010070052032132003-11-16T11:14:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.333-07:00Sunday morning, coming down
Hi. It�s a very wet and windy Sunday morning here at The Big Green House. Science Girl isn�t up yet, so I thought I�d take this opportunity to make up for not posting on Wednesday.
A neighbor down the block moved out this week. I can�t say that I knew her at all; I only ran into her a few times, usually at neighborhood garage sales. Invariably, she was loading her bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068872532152907432003-11-14T21:02:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.338-07:00Where is my hovercar? It�s 2003 already, and I have no hovercar. Not even a jet pack. Also, no lunar vacation, nor any hope of one soon.
The future sucks.
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068790945743921952003-11-13T22:22:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.343-07:00The man who wasn�t there
My writing here seems to be ebbing more than it�s flowing, lately. I just don�t have that much to say at the moment. I guess I�m more focused on getting ready for The Big Move over to Science Manor. The floor guys come in next week to rip out all the worn-out and lead-contaminated carpeting & refinish the hardwood floors underneath. That�s supposed to take about a week, bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068773346939795662003-11-13T17:29:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.348-07:00�To each, their own�, said the farmer as he kissed the pig
On the one hand, congratulations to the kids at C-89.
On the other hand, who the hell wants to listen to Hi-NRG disco on the radio? My personal dislike of the genre aside, it�s always struck me as being club-only material. I can�t imagine someone sitting down and listening to it, or using it as background music while they did somethingbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068610573887904772003-11-11T20:16:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.356-07:00If I were Britannia, I�d waive the rules
When I saw this article in this Sunday�s NY Times on �restaurant critic� (and I use that term very loosely) A.A. Gill and his cohorts, I just about came unglued. It would appear that another aspect of British journalism is going the way of their music press. How can one possibly think that a restaurant review that barely mentions the food is in any way bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068526176317060232003-11-10T20:49:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.361-07:00The Who sell out. Again.
I went to court over it, you know... You know, you see a bathroom-tissue commercial, and you start hearing "Let The Good Times Roll," and the paper thing's rolling down the stairs. Why would anybody want to mortify and humiliate themselves? Well, it's just business, you know? The memory that you have and the association you have with that song can be co-opted. And a lot bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068264577569580072003-11-07T20:09:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.365-07:00A big stapler would probably work, too.bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068261331602157602003-11-07T19:15:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.368-07:00If any of you live in the Seattle area and have access to a nail gun this evening, will you please come to my jobsite and NAIL MY FUCKING HEAD TO THE WALL? PLEASE?bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068179514721306592003-11-06T20:31:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.372-07:00Stuck in neutral
Sorry kids. I�m feelin� pretty flat these days, so I haven�t got much to share tonight.
On my way in to work tonight I picked up the new Frank Black and the new Dirtbombs. With any luck, this little dose of retail therapy will kickstart the tiny moped that is my brain.
Other recent purchases*:
Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Streetcore - as mentioned here.
The Shins Chutes Toobmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068093879089820732003-11-05T20:44:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.376-07:00An impassioned plea for a favorite phrase
Y�know, I just can�t remember the last time I heard the expression �All y�all can kiss my ass!� used. It�s been awhile, that�s for sure. I used to hear it in Oakland all the time, from both African-Americans and, uh, European-Americans. Usually it was shouted across the street by someone (usually female, now that I think of it) stomping off in what can bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1068005180899876732003-11-04T20:06:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.380-07:00First off, kudos to Science Girl on her first post! Let�s hope there will be many more to come (although that may take some coaxing on my part).
Next, from the Chock Full of Irony department: I left my reading glasses at home tonight. I may not be too old to rock & roll or too young to die, but my eyes are too worn out from all those years of reading liner notes to do much on the computer bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067919393171606662003-11-03T20:16:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.391-07:00Old folks boogie
So, we didn�t make it to the Gas Huffer show Saturday night because my knees were not up to it. Y�see, Science Girl and yours truly took Lucy for a long walk Saturday, which was an unseasonably cold day. Really, really cold. By the time we got home I knew there was no way I was going to be able to stand all night long, no matter how many beers were involved. Yes, I am lame. Not bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067916280278143172003-11-03T19:24:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.396-07:00Will the real Science Girl please stand up?
Hi, ScienceGirl here. Bmarkey insisted I post today. As I am Science Girl and managed to graduate without taking a single English class, I am promising content, not style.
Overheard at the bus stop in front of the Egyptian Theater (which is showing Rushmore as the midnight movie this month). Older street guy walks up to two 20ish guys and starts his Science Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249960332102176758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067667844984864132003-10-31T22:24:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.403-07:00No, you smell my feet
Science Girl says that we didn�t even get one trick-or-treater at Science Manor this year. That�s really a shame, because she put a lot of work into decorating the place in an inviting manner: hand-carved jack-o-lantern, pumpkin lights, fake spider webs� the whole nine yards. And not one kid stopped by! Now not only were her efforts in vain (although I think she got a fair bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067651424798558722003-10-31T17:50:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.407-07:00Boo!
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067574951557136722003-10-30T20:35:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.410-07:00Callin� from the Fun House
Still sorta flailing around for things to write about. Maybe one of these days I�ll get it together enough to review some CD�s or something. (All I�d be able to give you tonight would be something along the lines of �I liked it/it sucked�, and I don�t really see much point in that.)
Since Brian still hasn�t gotten the My Fat Ass Productions website off the ground (an bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067483546793720232003-10-29T19:12:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.415-07:00Right on the target but wide of the mark
Lotsa month-end work on my desk tonight, so I may not have time for a proper post. I�m taking advantage of a short break in the action to tell you that I�ve had �Poison Arrow� by ABC stuck in my head most of the night. The jury is still out as to whether or not this is good.
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067401779826715442003-10-28T20:29:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.419-07:00 I got nuthin�
Once again, I�m stuck for something to write about. I asked Science Girl for suggestions, as I do from time to time. All the topics she came up with were political in nature. This is not terribly surprising, as she has a more political bent than I.
I don�t think I write about politics particularly well. I have a tendency for shrillness, frankly. Also, there are only so many waysbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067317071396369902003-10-27T20:57:00.000-08:002008-08-19T13:10:17.423-07:00What doesn�t kill me makes me stronger
It�s not my fault. Let�s get that out of the way right now, OK? If they hadn�t made the wine so damn tasty, I wouldn�t have finished the entire bottle. It would have been wrong, sinful even, to leave anything in the bottle to oxidize into a pale reflection of its former self. I take absolutely no responsibility for this hangover. None.
One of the myriad bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067046256933219782003-10-24T18:44:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.430-07:00Nothing stands the pressure of the Clash City Rockers!
I purchased the new Joe Strummer album the other day. It�s very good, by the way; much more rock&roll and less world music than the previous one. I defy anyone who ever liked Joe in any capacity to listen to his cover of �Before I Grow Too Old� and not puddle up. And if any white man could pull off a cover of �Redemption Song� (a doubtful bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1067020430699891432003-10-24T11:33:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.436-07:00I have lost the will to live
As an American, I understand that I live in a world of advertising. I don�t like that fact, but I do accept it as reflective of reality.
I also understand that retailers will try to tailor their marketing campaigns to any upcoming holidays. It�s almost an obligation for them.
But I swear, the next time I see the phrase �Spooktacular Savings�, I am not going to bebmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066975738995727652003-10-23T23:08:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.442-07:00We are what we are
Cartoons will never be the same for me.
(Via Boing Boing)
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066973012733097512003-10-23T22:23:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.446-07:00In the winter everything is different
Somebody has finally gotten it together to re-release the Dumptruck catalog. I cannot tell you how happy that makes me. Positively Dumptruck is among my top ten favorite albums of the Eighties. It is a beautiful and moody album, which meshed pretty well with my occasionally beautiful, always moody personality back then. I found it very cathartic, in the waybmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066881544392479912003-10-22T20:59:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.450-07:00The Persistence of Woofers
Every day as I drive to work, I pass a high-end stereo shop. They have a large sign hanging from their storefront with the name of the shop and a reader board, with that marquee* lettering I�ve always dug so much. Last week I noticed that the reader board said something to the effect that they had Dali loudspeakers in stock.
Dali loudspeakers? Are they melted over a bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066799105751805572003-10-21T22:05:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.454-07:00Splish splash
Contrary to popular belief, five inches of rain in a day is not normal for Seattle. One or two inches is considered a good, hard rain; five is just silly. I�m happy to report that neither The Big Green House nor Science Manor experienced any flooding, sliding, or slumping. Lucy, however, was very disappointed with all the rain; when I opened the door for her walks, she would blink bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066796465531542942003-10-21T21:21:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.467-07:00This is Radio Clash
For as long as it has been around, there have been people lining up to declare to anyone who�ll listen that rock & roll is dead. They push and shove in a most unseemly manner, vying to be the first to leap up onto the casket and dance a merry little jig. Problem is, the casket is always empty, as the guest of honor is off making a great deal of noise somewhere else. R&R is bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066707736584663042003-10-20T20:42:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.471-07:00Nothing to report tonight. We�re all still sorta decompressing from last week.
I suppose I could write about the woman who told me today that her multi-millionaire relatives were telekinetically injuring her and her spiritual children, but frankly she�s got enough problems as it is without people poking fun at her electronically.
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066448878328810672003-10-17T20:47:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.477-07:00Near-death by chocolate
The last couple of days have truly been one of the weirdest, most stress-filled periods I can think of. (Well, on a personal level, anyway. I can think of other, more generally stressy times, but you probably read about that in the newspapers & stuff.) I�m not going to be able to tell the whole story right now, and I�m going to change a name here and there, for reasons bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066349867598404732003-10-16T17:17:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.484-07:00AAAAgh! My head�s on fire! Oh, here, I�ll douse it with� kerosene!?! Oops! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
No post tonight kids. Far too much weirdness to assimilate at the moment. Look for a doozy tomorrow, though.
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066270746383213042003-10-15T19:19:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.489-07:00Talking shit behind people�s backs is just a bad idea, kids. Take it from me. It�s one of the myriad reasons I left the theater � anybody not physically in the room was fair game. That got old really quick.
Over the course of the last two days, three different people (two clients and a co-worker) have tried to get me to badmouth various co-workers. This is a game I refuse to play, even if, as inbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066179727593665792003-10-14T18:02:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.493-07:00Post-game analysis
At the risk of over-sharing, I feel I should mention that the disjointed nature of last night�s post was due to some lower GI tract anarchy which distracted me throughout the night. As things are (mostly) under control today, I thought I might make a few clarifications and add a few things I forgot to mention.
First off, the title is a bit misleading. Under ordinary bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066105270767933822003-10-13T21:21:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.497-07:00Hey, while I�m at it, what the hell happened in Boston Saturday night? I have absolutely no use for the Yankees other than as a target for scorn and contempt, but nobody, and I mean nobody, fucks with Popeye like that. It just ain�t right.bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1066103026487357812003-10-13T20:43:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.502-07:00Further adventures with testosterone and cheap beer
Through a series of events, circumstances, and coincidences that would be far too exhausting to attempt to relate to you here in any semblance of coherence, I went to see the Seahawks play the 49ers last night with the father of an ex-girlfriend. (And right up front I�m going to say thank you to Science Girl for refraining from throwing cutlerybmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065845777073478212003-10-10T21:16:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.517-07:00Everything flows
Feeling much more well-rested today, thanks to our old friend diphenhydramine. (The active ingredient in Benadryl.) 25 milligrams before bed and it�s eight hours of the deep and dreamless for me. Or it would have been if Neighbor Dog, who seems very keen to find out firsthand if all dogs do indeed go to heaven, hadn�t started barking his fool head off at 5:30 this morning. bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065759565338193932003-10-09T21:19:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.525-07:00Another source of crankiness is that The Fall-outs are playing the Sunset Tavern tonight and I�m stuck here at work. Frankly, this sucks. Brian had mentioned to Science Girl that he�d booked this show, but I was hoping it was going to be on a weekend.
Anyway, here�s an interview with Dave Holmes. (Note to those of you who don�t live in Seattle: the Monkey Pub holds maybe 100-150 people, and bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065756210331994532003-10-09T20:23:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.531-07:00My (possibly unfair, certainly sleep-deprived) opinion
I�m in a variably cranky place today. My dog woke me up at 8:30 this morning by barking at some invisible thing outside, and the neighbor�s dog barked continuously from 11AM to 1PM while I was trying to nap. Now, anybody who knows me knows how much I love dogs, but I�m just enough behind on my sleep that I�m beginning to suspect some sort ofbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065667759041714422003-10-08T19:49:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.536-07:00We�re sorry; bmarkey is unavailable at the moment. He went to bed at 3 this morning, only to be awakened at 8:30 by the phone, which, due to various intra-and-extra-familial emergencies, would not cease ringing until sometime around 11. Consequently, all of bmarkey�s higher brain functions tonight are being handled by a 12-year-old Chihuahua named Paco.
Paco would like to assure you that, afterbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065585597505203412003-10-07T20:59:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.540-07:00Oh dear
This is one of those times when I�m very glad to be from California. The state of my birth has a lot of really cool things going for it, but an intelligent, informed electorate ain�t necessarily one of them. They�re the state that gave you Ronald Reagan, after all.
Maybe I can convince my folks to move up here, now that it appears that the state government is going to be run by a bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065575301637623432003-10-07T18:08:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.544-07:00Smash Yankee hegemony!
OK, the Giants are done for the season. Since the A�s went down in flames as well, that�s not so hard to take.
Anybody who�s not a robot is rooting for the Red Sox against the Yankees. I don�t remember who it was that said being a Yankee fan is like being in favor of breathing oxygen, but I�d sure like to buy him/her a drink. And how can you not like the Cubbies? bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065498653329224232003-10-06T20:50:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.562-07:00Semi-magic bus
OK, that last piece was pretty weak. It wasn�t even funny, really, just kinda� weird. I get these things in my head and I gotta get �em out, one way or the other. Sometimes they go and sometimes they blow, as they say in the world of drag racing.
*shrugs shoulders*
Well, let�s move on, shall we? Let me take you on a bus ride with bmarkey and Science Girl. (Who could resist suchbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065236312250973472003-10-03T19:58:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.567-07:00NEW YORK (AP) � Viewers of NBC�s �Today� show were surprised when a swarm of carnivorous flies issued forth from the mouth of Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld during an interview this morning, terrorizing host Katie Couric before landing on Rumsfeld�s head and stripping it of flesh.
Witnesses reported that Couric had just asked Rumsfeld about the escalating number of American casualties in bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065141262945882222003-10-02T17:34:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.572-07:00WASHINGTON (AP) � During a seemingly routine press conference today, the White House press corps lost one of their own. Jeremy Spengler, a 26-year-old reporter for the Sacramento Press-Terrier on his first major assignment, was asking National Security Advisor Condoleeza Rice a question regarding the continued absence of any evidence of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq when Rice leapt a bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065068862696834382003-10-01T21:27:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.576-07:00Bush Staff Examines Records in Leak Probe
Attorney General John Ashcroft ruled out use of the FBI Ouija board employed in the investigation into the assassination of Martin Luther King. Instead, agents will be instructed to �pray really hard� for clues.
When asked if there were plans to press potential witnesses, Mr. Ashcroft replied, "Not at this time". He added that under the proposed bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1065063009603764042003-10-01T19:50:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.579-07:00Officials Say Bush Seeks $600 Million to Hunt Iraq Arms
An unidentified source in the Bush administration said that once the imaginary weapons of mass destruction are found, the President has ordered the Iraq Survey Group to be airlifted immediately to the North Pole to begin the search for Santa�s workshop.
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064981773738065992003-09-30T21:16:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.583-07:00Hell reports shortage of long-johns, ice skates
At long last, work has begun on the final projects requiring attention before we make the big move over to Science Manor. Who knew it would take this long? We had a call in to a contractor way back before we left on our vacation. When we�d returned from our trip to find that we hadn�t yet received an estimate from him, Science Girl called every bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064900271687103722003-09-29T22:37:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.587-07:00No quarter
Elia Kazan was a very good director.
He was also a despicable rat who sold out former friends to the House Un-American Activities committee. You know, the McCarthy witch hunt.
It makes it very difficult to enjoy watching On The Waterfront. You have to divorce the person from the artist, which I sometimes have trouble doing.
I�m not gonna dance on his grave, but neither am I gonna bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064891023491941932003-09-29T20:03:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.592-07:00Pabst Blue Ribbon, neighbor
FM Knives, The Spits, The Intelligence, Sunset Tavern, 9/27/03
I�d never been to the Sunset for a show before, although I once spent a rather desultory St. Patrick�s Day evening there during its previous incarnation as a dive bar. It was the kind of place that had a drain in the middle of the floor & probably had more than one opportunity to put it into use. (Thanks bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064635042244542242003-09-26T20:57:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.597-07:00Did he get a gun rack, too?
Can anyone tell me why this is news? Am I missing something? Am I wrong to think that I speak for most of the sentient world when I say that I do not give a husky fuck what either of these people do? If he has a burrito for dinner tonight, am I going to see �AFFLECK FARTS!� headlines in tomorrow�s newspaper? And if I do, will one of you have the courtesy to shoot me?
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064633102299154832003-09-26T20:25:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.605-07:00I never lived in my mother�s basement apartment
Last Sunday I went to the Seattle Public Library book sale. (Science Girl wasn�t feeling well & stayed home.)
They hold the sale in this huge building on the former Coast Guard base out on Sand Point Way, right by Magnussen Park. Tons of books, all in generally good condition, all for incredibly low prices. I�d had to miss the last couple of salesbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064538953632754042003-09-25T18:15:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.615-07:00Well. Not only did the work I couldn�t finish last night fail to evaporate of its own accord, but it seems to have bred. It�s not looking real good for a real post tonight, but I�ll se what I can do. �Cause I know y�all are holding your lives in abeyance until you see what I have to say.bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064455191446380332003-09-24T18:59:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.620-07:00No real post tonight, since I�ve had several steaming heaps of end-of-the-month crap dropped on my desk and more keep showing up hourly. Oh, to be wild and free and tentacling across the treetops like the mighty tree octopus!
*sigh*
Perhaps next lifetime.
(Link via Mr. Dan Kelley)
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064375957703349812003-09-23T20:59:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.626-07:00Dying is easy... comedy is hard
People ask me, from time to time, if I miss the theater. Invariably I say no, in the most emphatic way possible. (This usually involves grabbing them by the ears and headbutting them, while simultaneously screaming �No fucking way!�. It�s hard on both parties, but I find it an incredibly effective way of getting my point across.) My experience therein can be bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064280504413356042003-09-22T18:28:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.631-07:00Mark Arm is trying to kill me
Mudhoney, The Fall-outs, The Shut-ins, Crocodile Cafe, 9/18/03
We left the house far too early, as it turns out. We�d forgotten that shows at the Croc don�t even get underway until 10:00. That�s OK, though, since it left us plenty of time for a nice Anniversary dinner & a few drinks before showtime. We were actually in the club early enough to hear part of what we bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1064000805163710982003-09-19T12:46:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.637-07:00Welcome to my three-day weekend. This is going to be just a quick note, since Science Girl and I must run a few errands before heading off for dinner & an evening of Iggymania Mudhoney. SG is actually more interested in seeing The Fall-outs, and I�m just a curious lad who was living elsewhere during the heyday of, um, grunge. A full report will more than likely be posted sometime later. Perhaps bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1063949635605776332003-09-18T22:33:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.653-07:00Off the road and into the ditch
OK, I think I�m over that little speed bump I was stuck on for the last couple of days. I was very definitely not in a frame of mind conducive to writing, but it seems to be passing. In celebration, let�s rip the shit out of a beloved American classic, shall we?
Jack Kerouac�s On The Road has been one of the templates for Hipster America since its publication bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1063860637317482342003-09-17T21:50:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.657-07:00Sorry, kids. I appear to be having a little existential thing going on here. It comes up every now and again.
Talk amongst yourselves for awhile.
bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1063760303101830172003-09-16T17:58:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.668-07:00I have nothing to say. While that hasn�t stopped me in the past, I�m feeling somewhat scrupulous today. (Could just be a rash, but my money is on scruples.) Writing about the minutia of being me is little more than an exercise in dullness, for both of us, so until I can come up with something worth writing about I�m gonna be quiet.bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1063412152907587262003-09-12T17:15:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.672-07:00I am just not equipped to deal with Warren Zevon AND Johnny Cash dying in the same week. Let me just say that Mr. Cash had a lot to do with my interest in country music, and that he was one of the few subjects in life where my father and I saw eye to eye. As with Mr. Zevon, I�m glad that he�s no longer in pain.
It seems like all I write about these days is either death or myself, and frankly I�mbmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1063341427190498992003-09-11T21:37:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.676-07:00Cereal boxes don�t count
I�ve always enjoyed rooting around in used bookstores. Seattle is a great town for that, as there are tons of bookstores here, new and used. Having been on a budget for most of my life, though, I�ve spent more time scouting the used shelves. Besides, I love the smell of old books. Always have.
So, by this time I have collected a fairly large number of books, about bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-106325365171906002003-09-10T21:14:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.680-07:00Fall on me
The rain has returned, at least for today. The sky has been slate gray all day long, and the wind is whipping the trees around.
I couldn�t be happier.
Well, that�s not strictly true. So far as I know there�s no ceiling on happiness, a point at which one is no longer allowed to feel better than one already does. I sure as hell hope not, anyway.
The leaves haven�t started turning bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655489.post-1063168442741423822003-09-09T21:34:00.000-07:002008-08-19T13:10:17.684-07:00It�s all good
One thing I�ve never really understood is people who only listen to one genre of music. Even at my most dogmatic (and I really was a little asshole about such things, for longer than I care to mention), there were usually at least three or four different types of music I would deign to listen to. I�ll go through phases where I listen to a lot of, say, country, but I�ll still bmarkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14673024562926330600noreply@blogger.com