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June 29, 2005
What the kittens have taught me
The arrival of two rambunctious kittens has turned my life upside-down, although it was already pretty upside-down, so I think they’ve actually returned it to something resembling right-side-up.
Observing them carefully for the last week has given me a whole new way of looking at the world. Here are a few of the things the kittens have taught me:
• There’s almost nothing that can’t be eaten, killed, or slept on.
• Just because you couldn’t climb something yesterday, that doesn’t mean you won’t able to climb it today.
• You never know when someone’s going to sneak up behind you and pounce on your head; but when they do, it will turn out to be your sibling, and you will enjoy wrestling with them.
• When you sleep, sleep like your life depended on it, preferably sprawled across whoever happens to be in the vicinity.
• Everybody likes you, and if they don’t, there’s something wrong with them.
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June 28, 2005
They were a tragically underrated band
Their name was That Petrol Emotion and they recorded five albums between 1986 and 1994. They played two-guitar rock music, vaguely political, always of the highest quality, precise and passionate at the same time. For some reason they never really caught on. Today you can get their albums for next to nothing; Amazon lists used copies of End of the Millennium Psychosis Blues starting at $1.79, Chemicrazy at $1.98, and Fireproof at one cent. These are their later albums, not as critically beloved as their first two, but still really excellent stuff.
For your listening pleasure, here's a song from the B-side of one of their singles that you can't get on CD (big ups to Bob at Cheese of the World for the digitizing facilities). It's a lovely slow number called "Chrome."
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What Jim said
The other day on the basketball court, I was teamed up with my friend Jim and we were getting out butts whipped. I was feeling old and tired and out of sorts. At the end of one game I suggested that we switch teams so Jim could have a teammate with some energy. Jim said, instead of that, why don't you just play with the energy you have in mind?
And you know what? He was right. I've played much better since then.
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June 27, 2005
This is what happens...
...when somebody at the local laundromat forgets to clean out the lint traps.
And here's a close-up:
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June 20, 2005
Among the many things I sometimes forget...
…is that the late Charles Schulz, creator of “Peanuts,” was a sage in his own way. Check out this strip, which appeared in today’s Chronicle (I was gonna just link to the Peanuts site, but today’s strip on there is completely different for some reason, so I had to scan it—sorry, Charlie).
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June 19, 2005
T.O.M.
In honor of Father's Day, a picture of The Old Man I took in the Badlands of South Dakota:
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June 15, 2005
Kobe and Phil, (Temporarily) Together Again
I’ve been watching and reading the coverage of Phil Jackson’s return to the Lakers over the last 18 hours or so, and everyone’s making a big deal of how he’s going to coexist with Kobe. Which is a good question, given that after leaving the Lake Show Phil went public with his low opinion of Kobe as a human being. But the possibility everyone seems to ignore is that they won’t have to coexist, because the Lakers will trade Kobe’s ass.
Think about it: By dumping Kobe the Lakers could get rid of a cancer and bring in some serious talent in one fell swoop. Because of his marquee value, a lot of teams would be willing to ignore what a chump he is. How about…
• Kobe to the Sixers for Allen Iverson (probably won’t happen, given Philly’s attachment to Iverson and Iverson’s man-love for Mo Cheeks; but then again, Kobe’s a Philly guy)
• Kobe to the Cavs for LeBron James (sounds crazy, but Larry Brown’s about to take over in Cleveland, and he has a reputation for loving to make big deals)
• Kobe to Houston for T-Mac (that whole T-Mac/Yao thing isn’t working out so fantastic, is it?)
• Kobe to Denver for Carmelo, Nen�, and Earl Boykins (just as a real “fuck you” to the Kobester on his way out the door)
• Kobe to Sacramento for Mike Bibby and Peja (Sac gets some box office, the Lakers get two options to work into the triangle)
So that’s my prediction: Kobe will not be a Laker at the start of next season. Remember you heard it here first.
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June 9, 2005
East Oakland Faith and Deliverance
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June 7, 2005
So tell me honestly...
How do you feel about this whole astrology thing? I myself don't believe in it. Mostly. But every once in a while something leads me to wonder.
Like today, for instance, is the birthday of both Tom Jones and Prince. So I started looking around the Web to see if somewhere it said "Your Birthday Today: You are a sex machine to all the chicks."
Which it didn't. But I did find out that today is also the birthday of two showbiz types who are known to have very large penises--Dave Navarro (Jane's Addiction guitarist) and Liam Neeson (Jedi Knight)--as well as Dean Martin. Was Dino well-hung? I can't remember ever hearing one way or the other. But he certainly had a lot of self-confidence.
And just to add to the picture, also born today: Anna Kournikova. You can insert your own joke here. I mean literally, you can click on "Comment" and insert your own joke.
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June 6, 2005
Palmer and the Dream of Wires
Like most people who came of age in the 80s, I always thought of Robert Palmer as a) the lead singer of Power Station and b) the guy who fronted that band of robotic models in the "Addicted to Love" video.
Turns out Palmer had a whole other career before that, a pretty interesting one. On his 1974 debut, Sneakin' Sally through the Alley, he worked with members of Little Feat and the Meters to produce a slick, coked-up version of New Orleans funk. The results are, em, simply irresistable--especially the title track, an Allen Toussaint song originally recorded by Lee Dorsey.
I recently managed to score a copy of Palmer's out-of-print 1980 album Clues. It's a weird mix of styles, new wavey but with a bit of a Caribbean lilt. Especially odd is Palmer's version of Gary Numan's "I Dream of Wires," with backing provided by Numan himself and Tubeway Army bassist Paul Gardiner. It answers the musical question, "What if Gary Numan had been a soul singer?"
So if you ever wondered, click here.
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June 5, 2005
Overhead leopard, Kansas City Zoo
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June 3, 2005
I wasn't kidding
When old buddy Willem of Medastyle fame pointed out that an Abe Vigoda "ink signature with printed quotation" was available on eBay for $8, I said that I was going to buy it, and I did - I have to love myself for that.
In truth, it's just a 3-by-5 card with some typed text and a signature that I have to presume to be Abe's. But someday, maybe, Abe Vigoda is going to die, and then I'm going to be a wealthy man.
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Lions Are Growing
When Brother Cecil sent this out as the Richard Brautigan Poem of the Day recently, I was reminded of a recorded version that I'd heard back in my wasted youth. Thanks to the magic Internets, I was able to track it down almost instantly. It is from an out-of-print "demonstration" disc called The Digital Domain and is credited to one Charles Shere. It is now presented here for your edification:
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