I hate politics. And politicians. And debates. The moderators suck, the candidates never answer the questions, and why can't anyone pronounce "nuclear" correctly?!?!?
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Totally cool - the chase scene from Bullitt with accompanying Google Map
A trip to the shop for oil filters and a filter wrench. Then to Pep Boys for 5 quarts of Castrol GTX 20W50. Then a trip to the hardware store for E-8 and E-10 sockets (why can't they just use hex?!?). Finally down to business pulling the bash guard and draining the oil. Thankfully the web is full of annotated instructions these days so no real issues other than wondering how tight to make the oil filter as I didn't have a 16mm socket (grrr) so I couldn't use a torque wrench. I guess we'll find out if I did something expensive...
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OK...where did the weekend go?!?
One downside to gigging on Sunday night - waking up early on Monday morning. The price i pay for art...
Certainly not scratching, but that's not what it's about (plus there was chp around)
Though I never "studied" it in college, I did run a communications research unit for 5 years and have been involved in various aspects of digital media for a lot of years. So I know a little about it. What never ceases to amaze me is the little bombs that get dropped by email, and how they tend to go off. Digital communication is always an inexact science, but still it should be pretty easy to figure out how something might be interpreted (or misinterpreted). For instance, a curt email saying, "so and so said to remove you from these meetings" would tend to give the impression that something was wrong with performance or execution or something. Of course one must always "consider the source" when trying to interpret a digital message, and that is where the fun begins. If one has a fair amount of data on the source, then it is easier to read between the lines. For instance if they are generally rather verbose, a terse message can in fact indicate something is amiss. But as usual, it is critical to realize that often cause and effect can be obliquely related at best.
I love my job...
Looks like a deal has been struck for the Shiver. I'll wax more philosophic when (if?) she goes tomorrow. But suffice it to say that she served her purpose well. Not cheaply, but can you put a price on fun and "getting back on the horse"?
The deal sealed, the paperwork signed, the cash in the safe. Away she went. Alas poor Shiver, I knew ye well. Or something like that...
Knock at the door at 8:50am (uggh) brings the painters into the apartment. The "couple hours tops" of fixing the upstairs shower has turned into over a week of various people in and out of my place. This is the "last." Of course now I feel ill from sucking down paint fumes most of the day. Fun times...
Another Sunday, another gig, another different group of musicians. A rare challenge of a drummer who slows down during tunes (most tend to speed up). Hard work trying to drive the beat the whole night...I'm tired.
The completion of section 2 of the 40 movement form. All going fine, except for Sifu saying, "your stance should be lower." Great...my knees will be thrilled with that...
No, I'm not breaking out the decorations. But the boy is learning a Vince Guaraldi tune, "Christmas Time is Here." Beautiful song...part of the Charlie Brown Christmas episode, but available on iTunes and elsewhere (along with "Linus and Lucy." another Guaraldi tune you probably know).
Love the accidently iPhone shots...not sure what this was.
Heading to Big Bear on the bike. Traffic was a nightmare getting out of town, exacerbated by 100+ F temps and slow lanestpitting. But eventually the elevation climbed, most cars didn't, and we were rolling in to Big Bear Lake (the town, not the lake itself).
The greatest pleasure of my recent life has been speed on the road. . . . I lose detail at even moderate speed but gain comprehension. . . . I could write for hours on the lustfulness of moving swiftly.
- t.e. lawrence
“The man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present instant of his flight; he is caught in a fragment of time cut off from both the past and the future . . . .”
- milan kundera
why yes, i'd love to see
the washington monument
but not get dropped on top
and slide on down
unable to stop
be careful to toss
your pearls before me
i'd love to have tea
but don't think i'm up
for a trip under the sea
the view must be fabulous
you can see everything
the lookouts will sing
like the trees but be careful
the bees tend to sting
i waited to cross
the pearls before me
only wanted to be
a bit player rather than
the star that you see
looking back i fought the draft
and marched in the streets
i was feeling complete
but mother had other
ideas for me to meet
the day the music died wasn't
nearly as sad as this dog
lost in a thick fog
wishing that truck didn't
have so many apples
i wanted a pear
or maybe a peach
they all wasted
their pearls before me
enlightened and free
i cough and lightly sigh
before entering a plea
You know it has been a good trip (and a great bike) when the response to, "how are you doing?" is, "I don't think I'm done riding yet..."
Casting shadows in Malibu
Many miles traveled, paved and dirt (and sand). Holcomb Valley (and almost a dirt nap for the bike), Lucerne Valley (the desert is an interesting place), and multiple summits. A great day in the saddle.
Uggh. How many files to go through?!?
Saw this movie a year or so ago, and an odd kismet of discussion about the secret service on a bbs and st having a friend send a dvd let to another viewing of Das Leben der Anderen. Awesome film. Not a bad aspect to it, although st had some issues with the female lead. Oh well...no perfect film I suppose...
So what did I do yesterday? I mean today. Wait, this timeshifting gets confusing. And the week is long...
Actually two kinds. First there is the marketing work, toiling late into the night perfecting slides for the boss' boss' deck. Then perilous relish stretches out in the face of it all to push out 5 tunes. Maybe they suck - he doesn't really care. Whatever the reason, those that fell before him came to mind.
"Say you'll be alright come tomorrow. But tomorrow, might not be here for you..."
People wonder why I hate the holidays. I don't think I hate them, but rather perhaps they remind me of my mortality and my mistakes and the loss of something inside. I can remember a few Thanksgivings and Xmas' since then. I documented some of them visually over the past few years when the demons came home to roost and I had to nod and acknowledge them. The bastards. They just won't leave. It's like they own the place. I recall someone telling me that I just need to ignore them and then they go *poof*. Right. Like that actually works.
An up and down night, but certainly the ups were way up. Note to self (and others): if a horn player throws a fit and walks about in the middle of the set, don't call them back. One thing is for sure, st gets some great shots...
While standing in line to get lunch at Chipotle, I was shooting pictures of the ductwork up in the ceiling. Until the manager came and told me to stop taking pictures. Bastards...like this is going to hurt their business or is infringing on their IP.
The sassy st turns, umm, 29 today. Hopefully 2 cakes (well, one cake, one ice cream pie) is enough...
A rare schedule change combined with a new tool in the visual stable. Gotta rtfm now...
Funny thing about deadlines...report done on-time and under-budget. Now to attempt to relax...
babe i left it sitting
all out to dry
on a pretty steep grade
and buried in the side
of a hill i can't recall
i saw the strong ones
fall and crash and burn
burn to the ground
with an apple crate
and nothing else
i'm thinking about that
smell that surrounded
the garage one night
actually quite a few
the silent debacle
was there in front of
that damn hotel
and maestro x saw it all
you made it
that's what they say
they have no idea
no fucking idea
so please don't open
that hole again
can you take the heart
out of the guitar
and base it on something
new and foreign
it's running on empty
nein, danke, no mas por favor
i'd like to blame
but i can't