Tuesday, May 31, 2005
P.S.-food review tidbit: The Lucca Burger=overrated. Not one tenth as good as Nationwide and the fries are bunk. Does anyone out there (who has eaten at Nationwide) disagree that they have the best burger in Sac? Bring it!
To stop the groundswell of rumors and the boycott of La Fiesta that's going on right now, I'll clarify on my thursday night food poisoning and say that there are two possible culprits: the burrito of doom and the five or six year old beer that I accidentally drank about five swigs of on thursday.
Johnny sent me this link. I can't figure this out. Someone explain it to me.
Blind item: what local rocker/pretty boy might be moving into a haunted mansion? Indie list guys feel free to jump on me for this one.
Root canal review: so far, a B. Very little pain and it was quicker than a filling. The novocain has not worn off yet, however, and I'm scared. And I can't take tylenol because when I thought about it my liver raised another stigmata that spelled out "Oh God, not tylenol, anything but that."
Friday, May 27, 2005
Tonight, Charles is drumming with the Knockoffs in Cesar Chavez plaza. The show starts at 6:00, and the Knockoffs are second. Come out and support our man Charles (who incidentally, is not a liar). I don't know about other fun stuff going on this weekend. I know that J. is having a going away party tomorrow. Other than that, people should fill me in.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
BET had an R. Kelly special that I got suckered into watching. In case you don't know, R. is in the middle of releasing a five part epic song that starts with a lady cheating on her husband with R. and then the husband comes home and R. has to hide in the closet. I guess he's making a movie or a five part video-it wasn't that clear from the special. It started with the video for the first part, which was O.K., but then the rest of the half hour was just the making of the video and it sucked. You get to hear everyone talk about what a genius song this is (not really, it doesn't have a chorus or hook and the story seems pretty standard), and you get to hear everyone from the director to the set designer talk about how great the video is going to be. It's pretty funny to see the set designer seriously discuss the importance of his job when the ladies bedroom looks like a Motel 6. Also the entire video has the production values of an Afterschool Special. It looks like crap but R. thinks he's making Raging Bull or something. R. did say that he's like a scientist of music, and that's why he has to spend so much time in the lab, so that was cool. He also said his new album will be a return to the form of Twelve Play 1 and 2, which I hope is true.
So, I finally checked out On The Y. The comparison with Primos is apt. It has heavy metal posters on the ceiling, and last night at least, the tattooed bartender was wearing a bikini top. It seems like an OK place to watch bands, but I wish it was closer to downtown. If it was a weekend night it would be fun to ride bikes there. I paid five bucks to get in at 9:30 and my heart sank when I saw that no one had started playing yet and that there were 4 bands on the bill. I knew right away this meant that I probably couldn't stay for the A Frames. I know, I sound like an old woman, but I may have to be at work for ten hours today, so I knew I needed a good night's sleep. There were quite a few 9 to 5-ers in the crowd (and at least two teachers who had to get up at the crack of dawn) so I heard other grumbles about the bill. This was a definite bro show, with men outnumbering women at least 2 to 1. It was surprisingly sparsely attended for an A Frames show. Maybe it was because it wasn't downtown, I don't know. Everyone was supposed to play short sets, and Chad and Kevin did, but then Eat the People took a good 40 minutes to set up. They always play really long sets. I'm not sure if last night was an exception, because as the time approached 11:30 and they gave no signs of stopping I decided to leave. I didn't get to see SExxEEXXXEEE Prison or the A Frames. How was it?
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
There's an A frames show at On The Y tonight, so I will finally get to check out the new Primo's. Whenever I've passed it before I've been intrigued by the "coldest beer in town" sign. They have thrown down the gauntlet with this claim. We'll see, On the Y, we'll see.
It took some searching, but if you want a laugh, here's a link to the Anthony Lane review of Revenge of the Sith from the New Yorker. I don't think I've ever heard a critic go off like this. He uses the word fuck, for fuck's sake!! And not in a quote from the movie, just for emphasis. In the New Yorker!
Sacramento gentleman club
Rhymes with six
Jay z ramtha what do we know
David lee roth assless pants photo
Midget prison Herzog
Gladiator women arm wrestling
Tons of hits for whalfin, there’s very little whalfin info on the internet
Loft + rosario dawson
Hotties in their twenties that show titties
Mangy looking deer
Peter risch little person email
Charles boner (Charles, is that you?)
1 night in paris Hilton benji hooter
this shit is bananas funny
deaf foxy woman pictures (how will you know she’s really deaf?)
swollen lymph nodes
you fat bastard you ate all the pies you've never seen a salad – lyrics
blowjob Vincent gallo chloe sevigney
ode to the red hat society
haggis restaurant new york
sperm donation hepatitis A
Dude, like what’s up with Kim Basinger’s family?
80’s hair crip
swollen skene’s gland
custom mad mac dre shirts
rip off, homsi
crip and gimp
daniel gordon, jewish, basketball, new york city, blog, comment
Herzog threatens to shoot actor
B. p. sex offender
Hi, Luis! My Hawaiian vacation just ended
No more dick jokes
What does cunt mean (I imagine some little kid heard this on the bus and came home to search it)
Olsen twins cowboy boots
The archbishop dave smith
Brita boots fuck me standing
B. p. real or fake?
Pictures of dudes
Olsen twins bohemian
Yoda gets stoned
Brian pep fake
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Here's a new billboard that Neckface improved. If you want to see like 40 pages of neckface, go here:
Sweet Connie Champagne pointed out this story from the Sunday Bee about the Greyhound station. It's been clear for a while that it's going to get moved no matter what, and now the owner of the building has a plan for, surprise!, a big skyscraper in its place. Just the other day I was tripping out on how many poor and homeless people are hanging out in that area. But is just shuffling them somewhere else the best we can do? Maybe after the skyscraper is built, and it has tons of empty space because the city has built too much office space we can house the homeless in there.
I've heard that sex offender Brian Peps is a big topic of debate at Tower Theater these days, and that some crank calls are being made by people pretending to be him. Has anyone discovered any new facts about this dude? Is he single?
I ate at Vientiane last night. I think I've reviewed it before, but too bad. It's a Thai/Lao place on West Capitol Blvd. in West Sac. It looks like a dump, and seeing the bathrooms might give you bad ideas about the cleanliness of the kitchen (they just keep repainting the bathroom but it never really looks clean), but I've eaten there lots of times with no bad effects, so just ignore the appearance. I recommend the stuffed chicken wings over all else. It's their specialty, and its something that you don't see on the menu at other Thai restaurants. They take chicken legs and wings and stuff them with spices, jelly noodles, and ground pork. They serve it with a super spicy sauce. All of their chicken curries are good. Their green papaya salad was exceptionally good. It reeked of garlic (as we all did after we ate it), and was very spicy. Actually, it gave me a small rash on my mouth (at least I hope it came from the salad). So if you're prone to mouth rashes, you may want to avoid it. We got all three of these dishes, plus some unremarkable chicken spring rolls, rice, and two thai iced teas, all for thirteen bucks each. Not bad, right?
Brew and I watched "Cries and Whispers" last night. It was her first Bergman film, and it's a rough one. There is a lot of anguished wailing and even some (steel yourself, ladies) vaginal cutting a la "The Piano Teacher" (we were speculating that they stole that from Cries and Whispers-Piano Teacher is from a book, but I think it's a book from the 80's, so Cries and Whispers came first). This movie is harrowing and great. Liv Ullman looks beautiful and as a further testament to her wonderful acting skills, she plays a ditz in this movie and she seems like a ditz, which is in contrast to most of her roles in which she radiates intelligence. I love how he uses the same group of actors over and over, and the husband from "Scenes from a marriage" has a small role. I like that guy. I like Bergman's take on the family, which is if you scratch the surface of a normal family you will find a roiling cauldron of pain and hatred. I can relate to that. Two anguished and emotionally wrenching thumbs up.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Baby Grand/Daisy Spot show at Old I. Tim W. remembered his inebriated pledge to put me on the guest list, which was greatly appreciated. Baby Grand was in fine form, and the crowd was enthusiastic, if a bit small for such a great line-up. Probably because there were so many other good shows on the same night.
Mike Farell was rocking a look that not many men could pull off (well, not after the year 1969, anyway), a black turtleneck with a large medallion over it. He completed the ensemble with red pants and sunglasses. Tatiana looks lovely as ever, and the bass player (who is also lucky enough to be her husband) is the epitome of the word "smooth". I just can't get enough of the creepy/sweet spell that Daisy Spot can cast when they're at their best. Mike and Tatiana seem like two beautiful, demented siblings as they sing sugary songs about dark subjects. I felt a wave of nostalgia because this show reminded of the first time I saw them, which I believe was at the Guild maybe eight or so years ago. Their songs are so insanely catchy that I could sing you a couple of them right now even though I don't think I've heard them perform them since that night. Enough gushing, I'm embarassing myself (and probably you).
Speaking of someone embarassing themselves, Wolf Eyes and crew were in full effect. I was gonna elaborate on this, but it seemed too mean, and if you were at the show you know what I'm talking about.
Plainfield station is a great venue, and I hope to see many more shows there in the future, although during the heat of the summer, the shows should hopefully be at night, because it was scorching out on the lawn. Everyone scooched into the small patch of shade. The place serves burgers and such and beer and everyone who works there is really nice. Once again the vibes were off the vibe-o-meter. Various bands played short sets, and we all lazed on the lawn and drank beer, and Conway and I critiqued the youth fashion and checked out the eye candy. There was one guy in particular that called to mind Paul Rudd (who played the sleazy hot guy in both Wet Hot American Summer and Anchorman, if that helps you picture him). He was sort of a semi-pro photographer for the even. He kept calibrating his light meter (I'd like to help him calibrate it sometime). He was wearing aviator glasses and he kept taking off his shirt and putting it back on and posing for the ladies. I spent my time mentally entreating him to take his shirt off and pretending that he was zooming in on me when he would point the camera in my general direction. The best was when he was chatting up some girl and he started rubbing his own chest. I think some bands were playing while all this was happening, not really sure. I was having so much fun I ended up staying for much longer than I had planned, and I gave the door girl my last three bucks on the way out. I heard that Ricky Ely had to sell three hundred admissions to break even and that he was just two short. Good, job! I'll owe him two bucks next time I see him. I hope he plans more events here.
Next...I fall in love with Daisy Spot all over again.
I'm going to serve my weekend wrap-up in bite-sized chunks because I've noticed most of you have ADD and will skim if I write a longer post. There will be no skimming of heckasac!! Would you "skim" War and Peace? Would you "skim" Anna Karenina? Well, probably, I know I did, in fact I usually skim most books looking for the dirty parts, that golden shower scene between Vronsky and Anna is a doozy, and the things they do with caviar, my God, but nevertheless, that's no reason to skim my blog.
Friday night-G-Bomb's birthday-I'm going to be bold and say party of the year-so far. This party was nothing but good vibes. Everyone's chakras were aligned, our collective chi was flowing like a river and my third eye was wide open. This was probably due to the presence of a keg. I know the dangers of keg beer as far as I'm concerned, so I bought myself a tiny bottle of Hennessey, instead. G-Bombs apartment is very cool and with the backyard and the large front room it's a perfect party pad. The Bananas ripped it up. There were chants, including "Mario", "Bullshit", "that's not a chant" and "now that's a chant". There may have been other chants, I can't remember. After the Bananas, my energy was flagging and I took to randomly slurring to people that would walk up to me "I want to go home". A charming conversation starter. I chose to remedy this by getting hecka stoned, which didn't wake me up at all but did make me giggle uncontrollably without provocation. There was a pinata. Other stuff went on...memory blurry. The djing began, with Tristan and Jason spinning soul classics. A good indication of when I'm drunk is if I'm dancing and I start to think that I'm a good dancer. I try to remember this, so when it happens, the tiny remaining sober part of my brain (probably located in the thalamus), can relay a message, "no, you're not a good dancer, and that helicopter "move" you're doing right now is something you'll torture yourself with embarassement about tomorrow". This time, the drunk part of my brain started to say, "you're a good dancer, bust any move you want", the sober part valiantly struggled to say "abort, abort", but then the stoned part just started laughing at the whole exchange and the ridiculous flailing continued. I didn't stay too late, but I heard the party continued for a while, and that there was some psuedo-Sapphic tongue wrasslin' later in the night. Hott! Hope G-Bombs apartment is OK. If not, her new puppy can probably console her.
I woke up the next morning with minimal hangover and the elation that I feel from having dodged the hangover bullet. Then, I got a call from Mike Banana....stay tuned for the next thrilling installment of...DRUNK WEEKEND IN SAC
Friday, May 20, 2005
That's cool that Brian Jonestown Massacre really is playing at Old I in July, though. I will be one of the fairweather fans who is just there because of the movie. I wish it was on my birthday since I have no birthday ideas. On second thought, most of my friends probably won't want to go to that show so nevermind.
In other BJM news that will probably only amuse me and Margaux (and maybe Jenny), the three of us made it all the way through Dig! before I remarked that the tambourine/maracas/entertaining/annoying guy Joel Gion looked really familiar. We all laughed and it seemed all three of us had been thinking that, I said "we've probably seen him at the Phone Booth or something". Turns out he works at Amoeba on Haight. Researching this led me to this mildly amusing jibe from Anton Newcombe. Whaddya want from me? Mildly amusing is the best I can do on a friday afternoon.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Also recommended, although not nearly as highly, is the movie Assault on Precinct 13. A must for John Carpenter fans only. The music he writes for his movies cracks me up every time. In particular in this movie during the suspenseful parts he just holds one piercing note on the synthesizer until you think you will lose your mind. There's a part where a character starts whistling and we were joking about how funny it would be if he whistled a John Carpenter "tune". This movie made me realize that John Carpenter knows when he is being funny. I don't want to give away the part that made me realize it, but it involves a game of "one potato, two potato" to decide who will take on a dangerous task. I guess I did just give it away. This makes me think that the interminable fight scene in "They Live" may be an intentional joke. Another thing to note, there is a foxy seventies chick who strongly gives the impression of a young Jerri Blank (from strangers with candy). She is wearing a hideously unflattering outfit that involves a PEACH SWEATER WITH A BELT AROUND THE WAIST. It's a total Jerri Blank outfit and she has Jerri Blank feathered hair, too. This makes her scenes funnier.
I took Grace to Moxie last night for her birthday. Have you forgotten about Moxie? Don't forget about Moxie, it's good. They had a million specials, which is kind of their thing. We ordered a special appetizer, which was shitaki mushrooms stuffed with chicken and covered in phyllo dough. I think feta was involved, too. I was starving, so the first few bites were delicious, but I almost immediately realized that somehow this combo of flavors made the appetizer taste exactly like a chicken corn dog. That was kind of an unpleasant realization. The bread they give you is great. They offer all their wines by the glass, from a list of about 20. It looks like they charge a standard 8 bucks for a glass, but I could be wrong about that. It is nice that they have so many wines by the glass, but a cheaper house wine would be good. I got an Abundance Pinot Noir from Sonoma and I liked it. A lot of the menu items and specials sounded good, but I had planned on the meatloaf so I stuck with that. Grace got the jambalaya, also a normal menu item. The portions here are enormous, so if you want to have a meal that feels really fancy without being too pricy, you should come here and just order entrees. You don't really need a salad or appetizers to be full. And if you frontload on wine before you get there (come to think of it, I didn't ask about their corkage fee, but that could be the way to go) you will have an economical yet romantic dinner. I know there was a lot of romance in the air between me and Grace, but it was probably just the lighting. The meatload (ha ha that's a typo but I'm leaving it in) is 13 bucks and it's really about three pieces of meatloaf, with horseradish mashed potatoes, carrots and squash, asparagus, and a little bit of pickled red cabbage that's delicious. The meatloaf is so tender and juicy, I wish I knew the recipe. Grace's jambalaya was spicy and flavorful. It was mostly giant chunks of chicken and sausage, with very little shrimp or rice. It could have used more rice. It was way better than the gumbo at Celestins (I know that gumbo and jambalaya are different, but they are mixed up in my mind). There was enough for at least two meals. Try this place sometime if you haven't. The owners are nice and chatty. There's a Moxie jr. way down on H street that I'm intrigued by. Has anyone been there?
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
try getting your friends to show up on time buddy and then complain. but even then you can't complain cause it was pretty much a free show and whoever throws the show can let whomever they want in. also, just because someone is dressed a certain way doesn't mean that they are elitist and "indie than thou." it just means they're gay. if someone wants to squeeze into some jeans and it they feel good about it then fine. my balls aren't complaining.
OK, I'll stop posting about this now. I'm just bored and I've already read the NY Times today and I can't think of anything else to read. Does anyone have any suggestions outside of the normal Gawker/Defamer, etc.?
"OH NO, THE BIG BAD INVISIBLE HIPSTER IS KEEPING ALL THE "NORMAL" PEOPLE OUT OF THE GOOD SHOWS AGAIN WITH HIS MAGICAL TIGHT PANTS AND OTHER MYSTICAL FASHIONS!"UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH....EXXUVSE MEE, HAVE YOU SEEN PREDATOR 2??? LIKE....EVRR?!?!!?!?!? THIAT WAS A DOCUDRAZMA THAT HAPPEND IN REAL TIME, YOU SHOULD WATCH IT SOMETME.OMG, EVERYONE PLEEEEEEASE CHILL OUT. THERE IS SO MUCH FUNN RIGHT NOW THAT ALL OF YOU LOOK LIKE A GIANT BABIE PUSSY FOR CRIING ABOUT IT SO MUCH. PEAPLE CRYING ABOUT NOT GETTING IN: MAYBE INSTEAD OF BUMMING OUT PM PEOPLE LIKE JAY WHO ARE SELFLESS 7-11, YOU SHOULD MAKE SOME REAL CANCUN STYLE FUN HAPPEN YOURSELFES INSTEAD OF JUST BING SOMME DUM BABY AND CRYING ABOUT ALL PANTS YOU ARE TOO FAT TO WEAR.PEALPLE CRYING ABOUT PEAOPL CRYING ABOUT NOT GETTING IN: I WOV U, BUT WTF OMG PLEAS TELL ME YOU ARE NOT ACTUALLY UPZET AQOUT THIS CRAP BECAUSE I AM NOT GOIGN TO HUG YOU OR ANYTHIGN YOU WIMPZ. LOL.DUSTIN
And they say America's public school system is failing. Oh, I meant to say AND THEYY SAYS TAHT AMIRIKAAS PUBLID SKOOHL SYSTEM IS FGIALLLING!!????!!! I don't know who this dude is, and I'm sure he just wrote this way to make a point (although the point is not very clear), I'm just printing it for those of you who haven't followed the link but may be a little interested. So please don't bring all this bad grammar and vitriole to my comments.
H. didn't seem to like the M.I.A. record as much as I did. Oh well, his people's music mostly consists of high-pitched wailing interspersed with disco. The two of us, Heckamax, and the Donger had a little listening party in my room last night where I spun some John Cale, Kate Bush, Nilsson, and Cheap Trick and we tested out some high-grade weed that has been making the rounds at my house. The more pot you smoke, the better Kate Bush sounds, and she already sounds good to start with. Then we went to see "House of Wax". Pretty bad, but it's redeemed by the last 10 minutes which look really cool. It was decidedly not redeemed by the presence of Paris. She was terrible (of course she was) and she didn't even say "that's hot" and her hair extensions looked like white ropes. Later, me and D.P. thought of other possible movies in the "house" theme like:
House of Tacks-sharp pokey tacks everywhere for you to step on and sit on
House of Whacks-people hitting you with rolled-up newspapers
House of Tact-no one will tell you that your fly is open and you have a booger on your face
House of Tax-everything you do you're taxed heavily for (a horror film for Republicans)
Were we stoned? Yes we were.
They D.A. has decided not to charge anyone in the death of that guy at Arco.http://www.sacbee.com/content/news/story/12911138p-13759538c.html
I guess he was wasted and he also had opiates in his system, and some kind of morphine pill in his car. His family says it's bullshit and wants to sue, but everyone, even his friend, is backing up that he provoked the whole thing. Griego Erwin's stuff about him fucking with people during the King's game seemed to check out, so maybe that's not what she lied about.
Here's a choice quote for Heckamax that was in a front page (!-isn't there any real news) story today in the Bee about the new Star Wars movie
"I was 12 the first time I saw 'Star Wars' - I still remember being amazed by the effects," Leyden said. "But growing up in Yuba City, I could also relate to Luke (Skywalker) as a small-town kid battling the evils of the world."
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
The New York Times has announced that they're doing a series of articles over three weeks about class in America. They one they had up yesterday was excellent. http://www.nytimes.com/2005/05/16/national/class/HEALTH-FINAL.html It tracks three people of upper, middle, and lower classes who had heart attacks.
I am stoked that they're doing this. Talking about class is taboo in America, and I'm glad that such a high-profile media source is going to start some discussion.
Re "Diana Griego Erwin resigns amid internal inquiry into her columns," May 12: More than several months ago, you dropped several great cartoons (Hagar, Grimm). Then The Bee goofs up the Sunday Forum format. Now, The Bee has ousted Diana Griego Erwin, the best writer on the paper's staff! The only plus left for The Bee is that it is still on the side of Democrats. (Aren't you?)Erwin was a splendid columnist. If her columns weren't quite authentic, they were still far more interesting, entertaining and colorful than anything else offered in The Bee.
Do Bee subscribers a huge favor and bring back Diana!
- Walt Purdy, Roseville
A Hagar lover who really just wants interesting and colorful fiction in his daily paper. If he wants fiction he should just switch to the New York Post. Or watch Fox News.
What does Graswich have to say about all this?
The Marriage of Maria Braun is crazy good. If you don't believe me, read the Great Movies essay on Ebert's site. Or read this interview with Fassbinder's friend if you want to know more about this weird dude.
I'd just like to take a minute here to talk about how Netflix has changed my life. I'm misting up a little bit here, but I'll try to write through the tears. I'm finally able to watch movies that I have wanted to see for years and years but was unable to because I live in Sac and there has NEVER been any good video store in Sac. Oh sure, Cinemania was around for a while, and they tried, but their selection was really sparse. I would visit other towns and cities and trip on the video stores there, but it's not like you want to rent videos on vacation. Even tiny Bellingham had two video stores that were far superior to anything we have. Sure, before Tower started selling off their foreign collection of video tapes (which has been decimated and has not been replaced with DVDs because they only have space in the store for new releases and whatever crappy TV show comes out on DVD-who are these people who watch Mork and Mindy episodes on DVD?) they had a pretty good foreign selection, but I would usually head for the new releases in the store because I was so conditioned to do so. Or my mind would go blank on movies on had been wanting to see. Enough about this. I'll just say: Netflix I love you.
Now if only there was some online service where I could order a good bar to hang out at with my friends. That doesn't make much sense, but you know what I mean.
I saw Crash at Tower last night and it's not so bad. Jenny already told me that she didn't like it, so it might be one of those things where my expectations were so low that I was pleasantly surprised, but if you can see it for free, give it a go. There are definitely quite a few cringe-worthy moments, but Cheadle and, to a lesser extent, Matt Dillon, shine through the pap.
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In response to Grace's request for some photos of how bad L. Lo looks right now here's one. We were debating (for the nth time) whether the boobs are real and whether their disappearance along with the weight loss proves that they're not.
Monday, May 16, 2005
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The autobiography is a must for any Herzog/Kinski fan. Here are some choice quotes:
On a street in Paris, a dog eyes me, and I can't help crying. What did I do to this dog? Or rather, what did it do to me, compelling me to cry? I also have to cry when I see people, objects. I'm pained by the sight of anything I look at. By anything I hear, by anything I think, feel.
The German government writes me that it has awarded me the supreme distinction for an actor: the Gold Film Ribbon. What gall! Who gave those shitheads the right to award me anything? Did it never occur to them that there might be somebody who doesn't want their shit? What filthy arrogance towards me-me, of all people! What does this prize mean anyway? Is it a reward? For what? For my pains, sufferings, despair, tears? A prize for every hell, every dying, every resurrection? Prizes for death and life? Prizes for passion, for hate and love? And how did you shitheads intend to hand me the prize? As a gift? As a favor, like those tasteless hosts that the pope distributes like fast food? I'll kick you! Or do I come submissive, whimpering? I'll kick you again! And there's not even a check. It's outrageous!
Here's from a passage where he talks about his creative process as an actor:
All living and dying, all vibrations pass through me. The entire universe pours into me, rages in me, rampages through me and over me. Annihilates me. It rules me, commands me, envelops me, threatens me, and waits for me everywhere and all the time. It sucks me up, sucks me dry, grows through me. It's in my spinal marrow. In my brain mass. In my blood. In my bones. My muscles. Guts. Genitals. Sperm. Flesh. Eyes. Hearing ....
Well, you get the idea. Couple this with page after page of absolute pornography, outrageous lies, and insults for Herzog's lack of talent and you have an entertaining read.
b) eating freezer-burned rocky road ice cream in bed (fuck you, bitch store!-anyone who has lived in my hood knows what the bitch store is, even though it's a misnomer cuz the lady is really nice if a bit reserved, but watch out for their ice cream!)
c) getting stoned
d) watching movies
e) taking tylenol with codeine (it's prescribed)
f) falling asleep at 9:30
I know, it sounds fun. I heard the show was really good, although I heard the drummer the next night saying that it felt like they were playing at a teen center. addendum-he also said it was fun. and he said none of this in a snotty way.
Anyways, I didn't mind missing that show so much because I had tix for the sold-out show the next night at the Fillmore, LCD and M.I.A. Spent the day in SF watching the fog roll in even though it had been a beautiful summer day in Sac. The fog made my bangs curl, which puts me in a pretty bad mood, but I bravely soldiered on. We rolled into Amoeba just as M.I.A. was ending her free show, which we didn't know about. The place seemed more packed than I have seen it for other in-stores. They played the album and it sounded great. I ended up buying it at Tonevendor and I love it. Pick up a copy, she's gonna be huge. I heard that she just met with Missy about a possible collabo. That would be a great match.
I got to watch the show from backstage at the Fillmore, which is definitely the best spot. You're right above and to the side of the stage. M.I.A.'s dj (who is also her bf, apparently) got the crowd warmed up with some great dancehall and hip hop. M.I.A. had a video screen set up, and for her entrance the dj started pumping out some crazy bass and she started playing a video clip of Bush and Tony Blair. Bush kept saying "M.I.A." while Blair stammered. Then she bounded out on the stage, cute as a button, with a glittery coordinated outfit and big white Reeboks. She has a back-up singer (Cherry) and they both do the best dances. She was fucking great. She rocked the house. Her DJ kept mixing in beats from popular songs, everything from "Freak A Leek" to "I like big butts". The crowd went crazy.
LCD was great, too, although not quite as good as when I saw them with Out Hud, but maybe that was because I didn't go down in the crowd and dance, so it didn't seem as exciting. The crowd loved them, too. They opened with "Beat Connection" (a song I never get sick of) and closed with their Nilsson cover. James Murphy is paunchy and cute like a big bear.
Our after party with DJ Harvey turned out to be a major dud. Lame.
The next day me and Brew went to Pin A Go Go. Once again, it has been proven that sunday is a crappy day to go. Everyone starts to cart away their games way early! No Guns and Roses game and the Sopranos game was constantly busy. There were loads of pinball nerds, including one guy who hovered over my shoulder (which is the worst thing about Pin A Go Go) only to take numerous digital photos of the interior of the game, and a guy wearing the combo of kilt with Hawaiian shirt!!!!!!!
Later, I hope to post some choice quotes from the Kinsky autobio.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
I'm not bagging on him, though. I think he's interesting and honest. I like to read his ramblings.
There are a bewildering array of activities coming up in Sac. I feel stressed trying to pack them all in, but they're all fun so I guess I shouldn't stress. The Clunie center book sale is going on right now. It's in McKinley park. It's going today thru sunday and thankfully it's open until 8:00. I'm going to try to stop by tonight. There is a show tonight at on the Y. I have been wanting to see Gift of Goats so I may go. Has anyone seen them? What do you think? Tomorrow is a secret show that is probably no secret to most people. I think it may be too crazy and/or get shut down. We'll see. This weekend (starting friday) is the Pin A Go Go in Dixon. If you've never been but you like pinball (and who doesn't like pinball?) I urge you to attend.
This isn't the first time the Bee has had problems like this. Does anyone remember the TV columnist (I can't remember his name) who quit or was fired amid charges or plagiarism, and then was later rehired and did it again? That was crazy. He seemed to be having crazy personal problems and claimed that the stress drove him to plagiarize Steven King, among others.
I'm busy (we're submitting our abstract for the neuroscience meeting today, yay!) but I'll try to blog later.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
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I am suffering from blogging paralysis because there are too many things I could blog. I will just tell you about the fabulous show that we saw on our last night in NY. This is Alicia's cousin Candis Cayne. She has a great act that includes singing, dancing, comedy, and turning everyone on. Or me at least. She smells good and I got to touch her back when I posed for a photo. I am guessing that in the photo she will look fabulous and I will look like a dork.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
So anyway, I've eaten SO MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF MEATS since I've been there, which is more exciting than any celebrity sighting. Here's a list
beef/pork (in a stuffed cabbage at Veselka Ukrianian restaurant)
oyster on the half shell
filet mignon (carpaccio)
Keep in mind, I have eaten all these meats in THREE DAYS. Who knows what I will eat tomorrow, I hear there's a hip haggis restaurant on the lower east side. Out of this list, the meats I was trying for the first time were: oysters on the half shell (I'm in love and will probably be marrying an oyster soon), rabbit (tastes like chicken), foie gras (not livery enough), char, and skate. I will try to post more complete restaurant reviews later. I'll be back soon to lighten up your dreary workaday lives.
Johnny sez he's on fire.
Psyche! This isn't about my old friend Jay Baker, it's about my old friend Jay Street!! I've lived on good ol' J St for around 6 years now but I'm moving at the end of this month & I've started to have some serious separation anxiety. (Wait, this is Miller by the way - Becky's busy in NYC trying to spot someone more impressive than Kim Gordon. Sorry Becks, it Vincent Gallo or nothing!). But back to Sac, I'm sitting here in my room on a rainy Sunday doing the J St. Waltz, which entails having everything you could ever want & never leaving a 2 block radius. I got coffee at the shitty 'Bucks, pizza from Pizza Guys (sorry Sidewalk, I really want to like you - maybe I just had too much fun playing video games there as a kid but it's always anti-climactic when I go there so I stopped) & some overpriced brew from Jay St Liquor. I was gonna get a haircut from one of the 3 hair places on the block but they were all closed. I've never been to any of them but I've promised myself that this month, I'm gonna go to every business around my apartment that I can stand to go to. One last J St. hurrah. I'm already blowing it a little since I impatiently hacked at my hair myself an hour ago. Regardless, I definitely would not have gone to the weird salon by Pizza Guys (Hair On J? I think that's what it's called). That place isn't down with J St - when I look in the window, I see stylists & customers that can't wait to get off the block. I bet it moved from P Street - fuck them. It would've been a toss up between Eddy's Deluxe Haircuts which is the rockabilly place & Associates Hair Design whose sign, when you stand in a particular spot in our front room, looks like it says Ass Hair. I would've probably picked Ass Hair (that should be good for a blog hit!) just to make Vann laugh but Eddy's probably would've given me a better haircut. Actually, since my hair was getting a little long, I could've gone to Eddy's, gotten a professional pompadour, gone to Bill Smith Photography across the street & posed for a nice portrait with a stand-up bass next to an old car, then gone to Ass Hair & gotten it chopped off. That would've been, like, a cool $100 though. Yesterday I went to the Subway across the street to remind myself that Subway sandwiches taste like mustardy air. I won't miss the Subway all that much though there's always a stream of ladies going in & out which rules. Same with the Starbucks - ladies love Subway & the 'Bucks. Right about now, you're thinking "big deal, half of your neighborhood businesses are chains" but I've looked at them for so long that I don't see them that way anymore! Plus, mostly the same people have worked at all these places the whole time I've lived here. Now KFC I've never warmed to. It's still just shitty KFC. It hasn't counted since Patrone moved out of the neighborhood. Looking out the window & seeing Patrone coming out of KFC was the best. And I did have a brief love affair with the Twister but it sisn't end up working out. Oh, and I liked it when a guy named Jerry Garcia was the KFC manager, and how when the Duke Boys moved from Tennessee & stayed at our house they ate there all the time - that was really charming. I was secretly happy for Jaimie when they didn't hire him though. Another place I didn't frequent was J St Donuts (you may be noticing a business-naming pattern here!) because, even though they get their donuts from Marie's, I'm just not that mad for donuts. BUT, one day I looked out & saw they had a new sign out on the sidewalk that said "BAGELS" and one thing I am mad for is bagels (except for crappy Noah's - that's just round bread). Of course the first thing I thought was that the J Street Waltz just got a new step!! Cuz those 'Bucks "water bagels" just don't cut it. What the fuck kind of made up to appeal to yuppies name is "water bagel". "Oh honey, this tastes straight out of the Brita!!". The closest OK bagels were at Safeway (which is part of the Alhambra Tango & thus can't be a part of the J St. Waltz). So the next morning I went over to the donut shop & ordered a bagel but the family that owned just kinda looked at each other & finally the kid went in to the back & came out with a plain bagel that was clearly days old & hard as a rock. I like to think it was the sample bagel that whoever tried to talk them in to selling bagels brought in. They never ended up carrying bagels but they always put the sign out front anyway. Recently this crazy old guy named Larry bought the donut shop (would you belive it's called Larry's Donuts now? Come on Larry!! How about "Larry's Donuts ON J STREET"!!). Larry's hilarious. First, he made business cards that say "Larry's Donuts and Bagels" & then promptly crossed out the words "And Bagels" with a ball-point pen. Maz put on on our fridge & for weeks I thought he had crossed it out as a joke since it always drives me nuts that the 'Bagels' sign is still always on the sidewalk bu no, he got it from Larry. Until a few days ago my relationship with Larry was long-distance. Most any time you looked out the front window, he was either hanging out in the middle of the street smoking or bugging the guys at Jay St Liquor. He's one of those guys you look at & instantly you make up a bunch of stories about their life. The other day, this guy I work with who knows where I live said "Hey, you ever go to Larry's Donuts?". Sort of concealing that I thought this was the best question ever, I told him no. The guy went on to tell me that Larry makes his own ham & cheese croissants & that they're really good. "But the best part", he tells me, "is how proud of them he is". Apparently Larry writes down every time he sells one & has a running tally up on the menu board on the wall. I had to go get one if for no other reason than to be part of that total but also, ham & cheese croissants definitely aren't the worst things in the world. When I went in, Larry was bending the ear of some poor guy who looked pretty happy to see someone come in & relieve him from Larry duty. Larry was talking about how he gave up drinking years ago but he just can't give up smoking no matter how hard he tries. The guy said "well, I guess if you have to give up one, it might as well be alcohol". Larry chimes in with "Well I had to give up liquor - I couldn't carry a gun anymore! See, I like shooting a gun but when I was drinking, I'd shoot everything in sight!". Then it was my turn & I said "A ham & cheese croissant please!". Really serious, Larry says: "Sorry, that guy just bought the last two". Then, when he sees that I foolishly believe him he starts laughing & says "No, I got a bunch!" in a way that suggested that it would be inconceivable for him to ever run out. He put it in the oven & went over to a piece of paper & immortalized the sale in his tally book. I looked up at the board & sure enough, there, under :"Ham & Cheese Croissants - $3", was the total amount sold - which was 1698!! He's only had the donut store for 6 months! Is it humanly possible to have sold that many that soon?! Maybe he roams from town to town buying down on their luck donut shops & slyly adding his croissants to the menu & maybe 1698 is the total he's sold since he was a lad. Either way, that's an impressive stat. He hands it to me & asks "have you had one of these before?" "No - a friend recommended them" "Well, enjoy". And just as I'm about out the door he says "You'll be back". That was just about all I could've asked for from that visit. Oh, and he gave me his new card which looks almost the same as the old one except now it says "Larry's Donuts & Ham and Cheese Croissants" and nothing's crossed out. I think this has turned in to an ode to Larry. OK, I have to go get an advance Payday Loans across the street now & then catch the night service at that church, so I'll leave you with that. Happy Monday morning slackers!!
Friday, May 06, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
In honor of Archbishop Dave Smith returning to the best goddamn country in the whole world, I was planning on including some of my top Dave Smith moments. I didn't have much time to think about it, but I'll include the ones I came up with, in no particular order. Feel free to add your own.
-The time I tried to fight him after the Peep-off because he lifted up my skirt. This is the only time I have ever tried to physically hurt anyone I'm not related to. I just kind of pushed him into the fence but I don't think I really hurt him.
-First and only motorcycle ride. It was great.
-When he asked me a bunch of questions in front of my little sister about how it felt to be a lesbian now because I had started dating a girl. My little sister thought me and this lady were just friends.
-When he walked in on me while I was having sex and stood there giggling. The man (well, he was practically a boy at the time) involved in this memory said we were just laying under the covers but that's not how I remember it.
-When he got me a yearlong membership to a Jewish gunowners wacko group as a birthday present. This probably got me on some FBI watchlist.
Welcome back Dave!
So I'm off to New York. I'll probably write some drunk entries. Maybe Miller will do a guest post. That would be bitchin' Lates.
I feel pity for you. I do. With your greasy matted fur, your skittishness that makes you unlovable, and your small, plaintive wail, you are a pathetic sight. I'm sorry your previous owner (we'll call her Little Heckasac) abandoned you and that other pushy, obese cat. I'm sorry she painted my room pink, too, but you don't hear me crying about it all day long. In fact, I have grown to like it and am trying to flow with the pink vibe. I may even buy a Hockney print to go with my tropical plant and try to have the ultimate California room. You should take a cue from my flexibility and try to build a new cat life, where you make new cat friends and, hopefully, find a new owner, one who will pet you and won't leave you behind when they move. That said, if you knock over another one of my plants I will fucking kill you. You're lucky I didn't kill you when you broke my three-piece ceramic weiner dog planter. At least the planter wasn't alive, though. When you kill one of my plants by breaking it or pushing it off the porch, I feel real sadness. More sadness than I feel for your misfortune. Sorry, that's just the way it is.
Dear Cafe Bernardo-
I noticed you have raised your prices. Again. Congratulations. You are now a total fucking rip-off. Why should I pay as much for an entree in your cafe as I would if I simply crossed the street to Biba? You have to admit that's ridiculous. And now that you've eliminated your spinach salad, there's no reason to go to you anyway. Why do you always get rid of your best menu items? Then you force me to be that asshole standing in front of the menu board who says to the counter girl, "oh, your spinach salad is gone" and she is forced to pretend that she cares. I probably won't be seeing you for awhile. Let me know if you bring that spinach salad back.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
I know that one of Sac's real Star Trek bands (No Kill I the Next Generation) is playing a con coming up, but I don't know the details off the top of my head. I'll keep you posted.
From Roger Ebert to Daniel Woodburn
April 16, 2005
Well, I will retire the word "midget" right here and now.You touch on a strange phenomenon: The way members of various discriminated-against groups use words among themselves that would be fighting words if used about them by others. You doubt that "midget" will ever be domesticated among Little People in the same way "nigger" has been tamed among blacks, but actually I think that is just as well. Words that cause pain should be retired, although perhaps during the transitional period they can offer a certain homeopathic relief. I have recently been in correspondence with disabled people over the ending of "Million Dollar Baby," and note that they sometimes use terms like "crip" and "gimp."I am going to share with you an extraordinary Usenet posting about Cockney Rhyming Slang used among disabled Cockneys in East London:
===Mutton Jeff = Deaf.
Canary Wharf = dwarf.
Cardinal Wolsey = cerebral palsy.
Raspberry Ripple = cripple.
Rubber and plastic = spastic.
Tulips and roses = multiple sclerosis.Bacon rind = blind.
Diet Pepsi = epilepsy.
Benny and the Jets = Tourettes.
Wasps and bees = amputee.===
From Roger Ebert to Daniel Woodburn
April 16, 2005Dear Mr. Woodburn,With your permission, I’d like to reprint our correspondence in full on the web site.
From Daniel Woodburn to Roger Ebert
April 17, 2005
Dear Mr. Ebert,The mere fact that you have decided to retire the word midget from your work -- which I have watched on PBS since the 70's indeed has made my week. Every significant move forward is huge. My wife always tells me every step, no matter how big or small, is a step. The idea that you publish this on you site honors me further.Regarding the use of "nigger" and "gimp" or "crip." When I have felt a particular closeness with someone of color or disability we have often exchanged those derogatory terms for one another. I think that when you do have that bond and have used those terms with someone in an even, equal exchange, it is then that the words are truly owned. It is a recognition of having defeated the hate that comes with the terms. With regard to Midget I have coined a term on stage that eliminates its impact in much the same way African Americans and Blacks (which traditionally was not capitalized in the same way White was to describe race) have altered the word "nigger" to "Nigga." I have decided that dropping the "t" and changing the "e" to "a" to create Midga deflates the impact. So in closing I would just like to say to you Mr. Ebert -- "You my Midga."
PS. I prefer the Cockney versions of everything.
I had the chance to see this movie this weekend and saw the Enron movie instead (which I recommend), but I must see it before it's gone!
Marcus Breton has a good article on the Kings suckin' it and how that relates to the chances for an arena: http://www.sacbee.com/content/sports/basketball/kings/story/12820002p-13670174c.html
Monday, May 02, 2005
And that's about it. Didn't catch the Six Organs show. Is a boring post better than no post at all?
It led to a few more that agreed with me, but most of the people had racist grounds for hating Davey D. I just hate him because he's an idiot.
Maybe I'll post in a bit.