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Saturday, July 30, 2005

This summer's hottest epic adventure!


Mt. Tabor Statue, originally uploaded by Sloop.

This morning, Mo and I got up and took the dogs for an epic journey up the mountain. Without even the thought of coffee for ourselves (the cafe doesn't take debit cards) or food for ourselves (our kitchen has nothing but lettuce and ice cream), we set off with our faithful hounds in search of adventure, and to do as much as a man can before he repents. Erm... that is to say, I've never really considered myself much of a mountaineer, but after this morning, I think that it's really in my blood.

Have you seen the Lord of the Rings movies? Our journey this morning was a lot like that, only instead of the Balrog in the mountain, there was a sleeping pit bull outside the Bi-Partisan Cafe. Yes, that's really the name of the cafe.

Also, instead of facing tens of thousands of orcs as we entered the forbidden land, we were greated by a dozen emptied cans of Pabst, remnants of last nights battles, I assume. Then came the "never-ending staircase", which literally had at least 4 flights of stairs!!! OMG!!! Literally!!!! Luckily, Lola was able to drag me up most of them.

We found our doppelgangers at the top of the mountain, only instead of a big dog and a little dog, they just had a couple of little barking moustaches on leashes, from what I could see. Mo and I agreed that if we ever got Pomeranians, we'd kill ourselves. At the top of the mountain, we looked down on the people of this city, as usual, but this time, we were surrounded by trees.

The walk back home was alright, a little bit of a let down. Mo nearly fainted as I slid on my butt, rebel-style, down the handrails of the "never-ending staircase". Half-way down the stairs, though, Lola saw a squirrel and, naturally, ran after it, yanking me off the handrail and onto the ground. Luckily, my face broke the fall.

Then we got home and I took a nap, and when I woke up some little people jumped onto my bed in slow motion, and then a weird old guy with a beard dumped a 40 on my bedroom floor and said, "One for the homies".

And that was my morning. And with the exception of the visit from the Kazu-Hank's, this afternoon has sucked d------- ---s. Or rather, it's been a tad boring.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Book Baton

From Feaverish

Number of Books on the Shelf
I don't know. Maybe 100 or 200. I got rid of most of them about a year and a half ago. I used to have many many books, but I went through a monkish phase, getting rid of many books, cds, and clothes.

Last Book Purchased
Prossibly the Thrawn Trilogy of Star Wars books by Timothy Zahn. It's the story of what happens after Return of the Jedi. So what if I'm a geek? I've never been a sci-fi fan (of books, that is), but I caught Episode 3 fever and had to find out what happened after the 2nd Death Star got all blowed up.

Book Reading Right Now
"Dark Force Rising" (see above), and "Elliott Smith and the Big Nothing" by Benjamin Nugent. The Star Wars books get a little boring and I wanted some inspiration for my music career, so I'm taking equal doses of Han Solo and Elliott Smith.

Last 5 Books Read
1. Straight Man by Richard Russo - funny, good the 2nd time around, too.
2. Independence Day by Richard Ford - existential, funny, sad, thought-provoking totally great in every way. One of the best books ever. Probly my flavorite.
3. Heir to the Empire by Timothy Zahn - Star Wars tomfoolery
4. Something by either C.S. Lewis or Hemingway, I think. It was a sort of yellowish paperback. It fit nicely in my bag, next to my Spanglish dictionary. Any guesses?
5. I'll have to fill this in later, because I literally cannot remember. The part of my brain that remembers basic things is filled with Spanish phrases, therefore, lately I've had trouble remember simple things like el mes, I mean the month, el dia, my own phone number, paying the electric bill, feeding the dogs, how to spell simple word en ingles. See what I mean?

Passing the torch to:
1. Moz
2. Kazu GooGoo
3. Reesa Rick
4. Bonika
5. Lavalier

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

The magic of childhood

Top 5 Childhood Memories

1. When my parents would let me out of the basement at night, and I'd get a glimpse of the wonders of electricity.

2. My 13th birthday, when they finally gave me a lighter to cook my daily slab of meat with.

3. That day when the cat o'nine tails was in the shop.

4. When my parents replaced their VW Bug with a station wagon. Not that being strapped to the roof was that bad, but I lost more than one toe to frostbite on those icy mountain passes.

5. When I saw that movie "All Dogs Go to Heaven", I realized my parents had lied to me about Sparky's afterlife. 8th circle of hell, my ass.


Next up:
1. The Pieman
2. Sex in OC
3. Flying Waitress
4. Feaverish
5. Michelle Auer

Monday, July 18, 2005

This just in!

Update: I'm still not interested in visiting Dubai or any thirld world countries. And don't give me any crap about Dubai not being a third world country. Not to imply that it's a third world country; I know what's what. It's not North America and it's not Europe, so why should I go? Regardless of how many 5, 6, or 7 star hotels they have, I aint interested, got it? Do they even believe in a God with a big white beard and red pajamas who distributes candy every Easter and Thanksgiving? Doubtful. Do they have a hipster indie rock local music scene? Also doubtful. Do they protest Taco Bell at the local university? Again, doubtful. Do they have entertainment industry has-been's performing at local casinos run by Native Americans? Doubtful. Do my dogs live there? Definitely not, so that's like the nail in the coffin of the suggestion of my trip to Boo! Die!
More on this as news comes in.

So freaking hott up in this joint.

One of my favorite summertime memories evah, was 2 years ago, Mo and I were at Ole Ole on Burnside, eating outdoors. There was this 30ish year old black dude on the 3rd floor of an apt. across the street. He was on the li'l balcony wearing nothing but cut-offs, swinging his shirt around his head and singing along with "Hott in Herre" at the top of his lungs to all the Burnside traffic below. Good gracious ass bodacious, indeed.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Rock Star

Currently watching "Rock Star", the American Idol meets INXS tv show on CBS. Jesus help us; what a bunch of jackinannys these singers are.

This summer has been much busier than I expected, which leaves me very little time to update ye olde blogue. Here's what's been happening:
1. My mom had thyroid cancer.
2. My mom surgery for the cancer yesterday. It was successful, and she's now recuperating.
3. My brother turned 30 yesterday.
4. My band's been recording some demos. Download and listen to them here.
5. My band's been rehearsing a bunch for our upcoming debut. That makes us debutantes, right?
6. I've been going to school and doing homework for 6 hours a day. ¡Hay carumba!
7. Those goddamned bombings in London. What can I say?
8. Frida Sorce, wife of Mike Sorce from the Don & Mike Show, died in a head-on collision last Saturday.
9. My church is having a cd release concert/service/thingy this Sunday, the cds (which I played all the drums on) will be available next week.

Whew! That's what's been on my mind: music, sickness, death, and Spanish. Not necessarily in that order.

This just in: I said to my wife, "Do you have to watch local news? It's lies." She said to me: "You're lies."

Monday, July 04, 2005

Moving on...

A certain relative was at my house recently, looking at some of my art projects. I showed them my series of close-ups of my wife's face. Here's what happened:

Her: Oh these are good!
Me: Thanks. I got an A on this project. I'm pretty proud of them.
Her: Are they all of Jonny?
Me: Um...
Her: It's Jonny right?
Me: No, it's Moz.
Her: What?! They look like a boy.
Me: Oh. Thanks.

So that's always nice too.

How old do I look to you?

A week ago, I was hired to play drums for my brother's church for that day's services. No problem, so I show up way too early just to be good and professional and all that and this geezer comes up to me in the parking lot. I know the guy, he'd sung at the church when a played there 6 months previous. We had met, shaken hands and exchanged pleasantries back then. So he comes up to me and it went like this:

Him: Wow! What are you doing here?!
Me: I'm playing today.
Him: Oh boy! Wow! Talk about a blast from the past!
Me: Yeah, I guess so.
Him: So did you work last night?
Me: No; I did homework.
Him: Homework? What kind of homework?
Me: Well, I go to PSU, so I'm taking Spanish right now.
Him: PSU huh? That's kind of different.
Me: Yeah, I'm a graphic design major.
Him: Wow! Well, it's sure great to see you again! Whatcha got there? (pointing to my little case) A monitor?
Me: No, that's my kick drum pedal.
Him: Kick drum? Well, I always remembered you as being a bass player! You're playing drums now.
Me: Yeah, I've always played drums. My brother plays bass here. My dad plays bass, too.
Him: (stunned silence)
Me: Yeah, so I'm playing drums here today.
Him: You know what? I thought you were your dad! Oh. Ok, so your not Ted?
Me: No. I'm Peter.
Him: Oh, ok. (walks away).

I swear to God, there's no exaggeration in this story. My dad, young as he looks, is in his 50s. On the other hand, I am 27, roughly half his age, and this ignoramus thought I was him. Sigh.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

The goal of my Spanish class

I know, I know, it’s about freakin’ time, right? Well, maybe I’m the only one wondering why I haven’t updated in over a week. The answer is simple and contains only one ñ: El clase de español. I’ve got class M-F and about 2-3 hours of homework each night. The upside is that I’m getting a B (yes, that’s good news). So, hopefully, seven weeks from now, I’ll never have to think about the preterit way of saying “stab to death with a knife” in Spanish. Seriously. There was a little comic strip depicting the events of the movie “Psycho” and our task was to describe the plot in Spanish. I think the goal is that when I finally visit Mexico I’ll be able to say, “I embezzled thousands of pesas and now I need a room to sleep in for the night and pray I don’t get stabbed to death with a knife. Do you have such a room for me?” Because that’s the basic story of everyone I know who goes to Mexico.
So there’s that and my band. We have been practicing, making posters and last night, we began recording our first full band demo songs. So far, it’s good. I recorded my parts for 4 songs last night with the help of Ben and Jonny.