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[Saturday|30 January 2010|04:52p] |
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Who's on Facebook (that I'm not already friends with there)? As you can tell, I never update here anymore, but have been using Facebook daily for the past year and a bit. It'd be nice to reconnect there. |
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[Saturday|25 July 2009|01:58p] |
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So, in the past year I've ended up unknowingly buying records from members of Sic Alps, Nodzzz and Blank Dogs through eBay and GEMM. Turns out they're record nerds like me. |
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[Sunday|10 May 2009|01:13a] |
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... and it is finished. For now at least. Accordingly, I've drank more beer in the past twenty-four hours than I have in the past four months combined. |
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[Thursday|08 January 2009|01:57a] |
“That this social order with its pauperism, famines, prisons, gallows, armies, and wars is necessary to society; that still greater disaster would ensue if this organization were destroyed; all this is said only by those who profit by this organization, while those who suffer from it – and they are ten times as numerous – think and say quite the contrary.”
– Leo Tolstoy |
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[Friday|02 January 2009|09:39p] |
"Doctor, Doctor, I`m going mad
This is the worst day I`ve ever had
I can`t remember ever feeling this bad
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Where`s my nurse I need some healing
I`ve been paralysed by a lack of feeling
I can`t even find anything worth stealing
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Is there anyone else here who doesn`t know?
We`re under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!" |
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[Friday|02 January 2009|08:30p] |
with a little water
T W Samuels ain't so bad.
handle like eggs. |
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[Monday|15 December 2008|03:56a] |
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at four in the morning, with discreet music playing, our windows are cracked open wide though it's winter. i'm still the only one who knows our house shakes as the trains pass by. my family asleep across the room from me, the light from the tree, and the rain and wind outside know just how to make me feel alive. |
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[Wednesday|05 November 2008|01:12a] |
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GEAUX-BAMA! |
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[Monday|03 November 2008|10:48a] |
Home
29.10.2008 |
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[Monday|03 November 2008|10:34a] |
31.10.2008
Harding & Stevenson Street
Lafayette, LA |
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[Sunday|11 May 2008|08:21p] |
"what is it about music that lends itself
so well to business as fucking usual?"
there was nothing as usual for us Saturday night. |
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[Sunday|16 March 2008|06:23p] |
$500 PLUS TWENTY PER CENT?! AND THEN A NO-SHOW/NO-CALL?!!
(the downside)
THE KOZ, JANA HUNTER AND KNYFE HYTS!!1!1!!!!1!1ZOMG!!1!111!!
(the upside) |
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[Sunday|16 March 2008|02:12p] |
THURS
5am wake-up
6am double Americano
iPod DJ
Austin at 5pm
signing in with Red Gorilla
drinks with Kings of Leon ... kinda
saying hello to People not Positions
20%?!!?!
prostlytising ourselves
everyone looks the same
lots of bad music!
running into Dark Meat
Hey Scott!
Spoon for free! only, it's 3 miles away
pizza by the slice, part one: J. & Chad
drunken convos with big-pants man
LOST through a window
the Working Title
Hey, I know you guys (Oh, Juliet)
more drunken calls from all-talk and a walk across downtown
Luke Temple restbit
Retribution Gospel Choir/my face-melting from the front pew
the Koz says hi, jokes around and plays a mighty fine set
txt from Warren Gentley
Hello, Britt Daniels
Chad Viator: Bedfellow
FRI
No eggs, no coffee filters
Advil: 2 for $2
No parking, no Hearts of Palm
more flyers!
more bad music!
Frank and Tif arrive
Fat Tire
a blown bass amp, no vocal monitors, an indifferent sound guy,
several big-shot no-shows, with set time cut by 15 minutes!
a.k.a. Our Non-SXSW Showcase,
a.k.a. The Best $500 J. Ever Spent!
the long walk back to the car
pizza by the slice, part two: Tif
a phone call home
finding Jana
Liz Clark! No Way!
meeting back up with Chad and Kyra, J-less
Kyra's cookies
Sushi at Kenichi
Autumn de Wilde's secret gallery
Cafe' One to One
KNYFE HYTS!!!1!!11OMG!!1!1!!
Martini/Merch Change
Jana Hunter for five
Bradfod Cox seat-share
"We're Fuck Buttons."
Tif's bracelet
waiting in line for Slim Cessna and Akron/Family
pizza by the slice, part three: Chad & Frankie by text
What Happens When You Think You Are Bigger Than Life And Forget Yr Friends
the drive back to the hotel
SAT
all those apologitory phone calls left unanswered
a good, Dire morning
Beer for Breakfast, with Crema!
at least we are on the same page
new DW songs
Let's Trash This Place! or: CRUMBS!
iPod DJ Pro
lost in San Marcos
lost in Luling
The Tire That Almost Came Off At 80MPH
take the long way 'round ... Houston
the sound of a man who wants to sound as if he's a broken man
Drew Landry's CD
The Competition or: All Those Radio-ready Rejects
golden sun set sun light
finally home! |
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[Thursday|28 February 2008|12:33a] |
4 Shiner Bocks
2 (generous) Johnnie Walker Blacks
3 Sloppy Blues Jams
1 Interesting and Educational Evening |
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[Monday|25 February 2008|07:56p] |
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
there's a Nick Cave for every moment, for every mood.
how's your mood? |
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[Monday|25 February 2008|12:01a] |
we just now finished Dave Chappelle's Block Party (Unrated) plus all the bonus features. it's an highly enjoyable film. interesting timing, too; there's that new Michel Gondry film out now. i wonder if it's any good.
"ya mamma so short, i could see her feet in her driver's license pitcha."
after many days of hand-wringing, i have finally made my peace with the new Dire Wood record. don't get me wrong, i've loved it from the start, but we've worked so hard on this album, we each have so much invested in it, and i've just been a bit anxious and critical of every little detail. Kait and i played it in the car on the way out to get some hot wings for lunch and it just clicked. J. has done a fantastic job of putting it all together sonically, not to mention bringing us such a solid batch of songs, and the band has done some truly inspired work, becoming a greater whole in the process. i am still anxious to release the thing to the public, and yet so excited to see what it will do. SXSW/Red Gorilla, here we come.
and speaking of, what else are Sundays for, but fried chicken or hot wings.
you should've seen Kait re-pot that snake plant like a pro. i don't think i've ever sat out back, shirtless and on the internet before this afternoon. what's wrong with me?
i'm done with my antivirals. Shingles be gone! in the meantime, go listen to Belong. |
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[Saturday|23 February 2008|10:14p] |
poor Denise ...
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[Tuesday|19 February 2008|02:53a] |
13.02.2008
at home
by Clay Franks |
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[Thursday|14 February 2008|06:04p] |
the moths and their babies are gone, and our computer has returned after its third crash in as many weeks, but if your roof needs fixin' let me know 'cause i got the shingles. damn it hurts. it really, really hurts. 800 mg of Zovirax five times daily for ten days should clear it up, but what the frick. i need a vacation.
in more exciting news, SESAC is considering a promotional licensing deal with Dire Wood, which would be a huge step forward into the music business for us. we'd have radio and tele support, earn royalties and have some push behind album and tour marketing. of course we could only send them one song for consideration, an all or nothing kind of thing. what a decision! all we can do now is wait. i think those two bottles of Chimay Kait's ma brought us just might be called upon to settle my nerves.
my love is like gravy. happy Valentine's Day. |
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[Sunday|10 February 2008|05:12p] |
we had a fantastic breakfast this morning, joined by Nick and J. at our usual Sunday morning haunt, Dwyer's. plants, planting plants and selecting plants to plant dominated our conversation, as it has Kait's mind all week. what an exciting new chapter in her life and ours.
after breakfast i drove down to St. Martinville, and i'm now done tracking bass on the new Dire Wood LP. again. i was done many months ago, but then J. wrote a few new songs which needed more bass. then after the album was considered finished and nearly mixed we decided to re-record one of the original songs. all that's left to record following today's sessions are a few background vocals and some hand claps here and there and the album will be ready to master. we played one of if not our finest shows to date Friday night. our next gig is at this year's SXSW festival. we play a showcase on the evening of Friday, March 14th. (details will be posted for any and for all who read this and may wish to attend in support.) the album release is planned for April or May, the date to be confirmed soon.
the Teddy & the Tornadoes EP is also almost finished. the thing is, we're gonna turn it in to a proper LP. there's no rush to put out the record as it stands as the band is no longer going to SXSW. it was just too much to take on, but the time in the studio has proved quite fruitful. so, first up is a name change. second is a few more practices and then a few more recording sessions. then we're coming to a town near you. we want your children. we want your mothers. we wouldn't mind your whiskey either.
having wireless internet in your own home is quite revolutionary. having moths and their maggot-like grubs crawling all up the wall and ceiling behind the refrigerator in your home is not.
school got off to a great start ... and then a week and a half in Mardi Gras holiday kicked off. i promise i'll start back to my classes tomorrow.
i never get enough of seeing Oliver dance and move to the music.
Tif and Corey are coming over for dinner and i couldn't be happier. |
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[Sunday|03 February 2008|04:15p] |
the low rumbling hum of the air conditioner hidden in the walls
the sparkle of lazy wind chimes coming in through the open window
a good winter light sinking slowly to the floor like dust
and i am finally able to breathe out
it's been so long since a moment moved with such little motion. |
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[Thursday|29 November 2007|06:36p] |
this semester is all most over. once i am finished and rested i hope to write some about the past three months, and post more pictures. in brief: since July, among many other things, we've moved homes, i've become a semi-professional cook and Kait has blossomed fantastically as a baker; the Dire Wood record has been written and re-written and is finally taking shape, with recording three-quarters complete, while Teddy & the Tornadoes are just firing up and Arbor Vitae are scratching their heads; in just the past two weeks alone Oliver turned a year old and has been walking and hi-fiving and eating solid foods. and this is just a glance at the obvious, at the surface.
of immediate concern is tomorrow's political science final and the silence of the library which is at once both comforting and maddening; it's time to take a break from studying and run down to the S&P Oriental Market for those crazy, we-only-have-them-on-Thursday-evening sandwiches and lotus cakes. |
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| Now Accepting Submissions: The Zine of Job |
[Monday|05 November 2007|04:59p] |
calling all recording artists, visual artists, writers of fiction, non-fiction and poetry, journalists, culinary artists, textile artists, furniture-makers and any one else producing original creative work in the Lake Charles-Lafayette-Baton Rouge-New Orleans area;
i am putting together a zine to present, promote and preserve the richly varied and vastly gifted independent arts, etc. scene of South Louisiana. in other words, i want to give voice to artists whose work falls outside of or underneath the wonderful-yet-prevailing Cajun/Creole mainstream which soaks up most if not all of the spotlight on the arts in this area.
the collection will be produced as a book and companion cd, and will be sold locally as well as promoted nationally. locally owned businesses alone are welcomed to advertise. all proceeds from advertising and eventual sales will go towards the production of this and future volumes.
submissions should be sent to:
The Zine of Job
c/o Ryan DeJean
806 East Saint Mary Blvd.
Lafayette, LA 70503
all submissions for the first volume should be received by 31 May, 2008.
for questions about submissions, advertising or other ways you can support this project, email thezineofjob@gmail.com.
please repost this notice freely. thanks. |
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[Tuesday|17 July 2007|12:18a] |
at J. and Clair's Honey-Do Shower
(Father and Son's First Guys' Night Out -
We Missed You, Momma!)
14-07-2007
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[Sunday|24 June 2007|12:13a] |
this morning i was still up at four am eating several bowls of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch listening to Doolittle and drooling over pictures of -- and the thought of actually owning -- a Marantz 2250 Stereophonic Receiver. even as affordable as they are they are quite outside of our price range. my trusty hi-fi tape deck finally gave up the ghost this week which is a total bummer.
the past few weeks have been delicious, in heart and mouth. it hasn't sounded too bad either. |
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[Friday|01 June 2007|11:51p] |
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i can't stop listening to Flaming Lips Clouds Taste Metallic and Hit To Death In The Future Head not to mention the more recent recordings by Animal Collective and Deerhoof and even McCarthy and still Stereolab but mostly Flaming Lips i love and am married to and am loved by the most wonderful woman i have ever met or known that trip to Birmingham i am so proud of my brother it fucking says Esquire on his diploma ha and Jackson was great and strange what with the band breaking down on the way to meet up but i know we'll all make it through and Kait and i just had the best time anyway with hot wings and our own imported beer taken through numerous dry counties Oliver travels well and my goodness he has the most beautiful eyes and is simply the sweetest most sensitive and fun little boy you have ever seen and twenty-five pounds plus (oh yeah!) at six months i work so much and have to look down all day my back and shoulders and neck just ache and ache it keeps me up at night my feet hurt and i can hardly stand up sometimes but i am glad to be able to make more money with the extra hours it is so relieving to be able to buy groceries without having to worry but i am having to fight with myself not to give in to my vinylphilia i am so blessed to be back in touch with my friend Mr. Ryan Pue we never really lost touch just few and far between you know i miss him and his lovely Catherine how we wish we were closer to them geographically or them to us i hope he likes the record player playing with Arbor Vitae on the 16th and the 30th is so exciting Kait's 21st birthday is going to be so much fun all the surprises SUPRISES the known and the unknown her mom though is just bumming us out and tearing up her her heart it's her mom's self-hate not her self-hate still circulating through her subconscious fucking hell and contact with Verity the similarities how i hope as i always have for her heart how much beer can i drink tonight i want to rest and sleep i want to make my own music and ours out in the street under the rain-heavy trees acoustic and electric and scream and shout and hum and sing there's so much more i want to write but it all just runs together i am so tired so much love love love love and i still believe in God though i know i am not able nor have i ever been able to know anything about God with any certainty except love i feel like such a child though i am beginning to look like a man. |
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[Friday|11 May 2007|06:21p] |
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it's not necessarily a bad thing; i'm just saying that new Modest Mouse single sounds less like Modest Mouse and more like mid-90's Cure. |
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[Tuesday|08 May 2007|09:14a] |
i think we've decided to start buying a weekly lottery ticket.
maybe this is a rubbish idea, but i reasoned that we're doing everything we can to earn a living and bring financial stability to our household, working multiple jobs, applying for grants, selling guitars, etc., except for playing the lottery. it would amount to no more than fifty-two dollars a year, which means we'd only be giving up one meal-out per year for the possibility of getting much more in return. i'm going to research which game has the best payouts and highest probability for granting a win, and take a calculated chance.
i guess we'll all see how it turns out. |
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[Tuesday|08 May 2007|09:01a] |
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... and with that, this semester is over. huzzah! |
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[Thursday|03 May 2007|09:12p] |
after working hard for several days and nights straight on my ethnography, literally making myself sick with mental fatigue and physical exhaustion, i logged on to the university's webmail server this evening to send it in to my professor a day before its due-date only to find that he had already submitted my grade form and wouldn't be submitting another one, though if i still wanted to send him the paper he'd be happy to read it. son of a bitch! this is from the same guy who unjustifiably gave me an incomplete last semester for missing four classes while Kait and i were in the hospital for Oliver's birth, when his syllabus granted five unexcused absences, and then avoided me this semester until the last minute possible for me to complete my over-due work. he gave me a C. i really don't pay much attention to letter grades, maybe because i am an A student, preferring instead to focus on actually learning something over chasing a GPA, but this just isn't right. i am too frazzled in mind and body to fight it, though, and will let things rest where they are.
in keeping with less-than-great news, we have a negative balance in the bank at the moment and i don't get paid until Saturday, so i've just put up my beloved 1987 Les Paul Custom on eBay. i really, really love this guitar, and promised myself i'd never sell any of my instruments, but we really, really need to buy groceries.
on the other hand my anthropology professor, my anthropological mentor, accepted my paper this afternoon warmly, thanked me for my contributions to the class and wished me well for the summer. Dr. Brassieur is a wonderful man. i can't even begin to document how he and the courses he's taught have challenged me, met me unexpectedly and enriched my life greatly.
i also scored five new unreleased, early demos from Sam Beam through my old Passing Afternoon friends.
my doctor's appointment earlier this week was cancelled because i just had to much work going, but i rescheduled it for this afternoon and was told that i have a deeply-rooted bacterial infection due to my chronic sinusitis and my newly-diagnosed, severe seasonal allergies. they may be wrong about the allergies, and i hate the idea of having to take medicine for the rest of my life if i want these symptoms to go away, but it's the first time any one has diagnosed me as such and i feel i should at least give it a go.
i think it's about time that i start writing down some of my developing criticisms of prevailing culture theories.
Kait and Oliver are finally home! this morning's thunder is back and i can't wait for the rain. |
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[Thursday|26 April 2007|11:49p] |
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any anthropologists in the house? well let's hear it for diversality, heterodoxy, and polycentric theoretical frameworks! unrelatedly, how about a shout-out for Festival International de Louisiane! oh, and why not: two huzzahs for Duvel! |
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[Thursday|26 April 2007|01:35a] |
at Chelsea's in Baton Rouge, La.
13-04-2007 |
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[Wednesday|25 April 2007|12:22a] |
... and so once again i rediscover my journal.
truth be told, i tried writing in a paper journal, the one handmade in the Amazon and bought in Paris, beginning on Oliver's due-date and continuing on to our first night in the hospital after his birth a week and a half later, but the time to write and my ability to form coherent sentences, if i ever had either, have been swallowed by the completely exhausting albeit joyous struggle to support our little family and be of any worth to my wife by finishing my degree part-time, working full-time for pennies and playing music for even less.
as physically and mentally drained as i am these days, as great as the spiritual upheaval is that i am undergoing, as truly uncertain as our finances are from one week to another, i have never been so sure of myself or known such love, given or received. i am constantly being reduced, being shown my limits and failures, and yet at the same time held unrelentingly by arms so comforting and strong that i have lost all fear. i thought i had removed myself from all boxes, but i now know that i'll never have it fully figured out; i've gotten back to viewing and experiencing every moment i have with awe and gratitude.
i've also been on a huge "Curb Your Enthusiasm" and Stereolab binge.
this is just a placeholder, a brief re-introduction and hello; i've got to get back to writing for my finals, an excruciating process for me nowadays more than ever, but the plan is to resume a regular dialogue here over the next few weeks. my hopes are high. |
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[Tuesday|09 January 2007|09:56p] |
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any place with a neon sign, coat rack at the door and swivel-top barstools is o.k. by me. i love our family. |
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[Wednesday|27 December 2006|11:29p] |
tonight's lentil soup ... er, stew; my own recipe;
bring to a boil in a big pot two and a half cups of red lentils
and eight cups of organic, low sodium chicken broth
then simmer on medium
season well with crused sea salt, cumin and crushed, mixed pepper corns
roughly cube and then lightly brown one pound
of skinless,boneless chicken breast meat in olive oil
season well with garlic Tabasco sauce, Tony Chachere's all-purpose seasoning
and crushed, mixed pepper corns
add to simmering lentils
finely chop half of a medium red onion, two cloves of elephant garlic
and a handful of Italian parsley
sauté on low/medium
season lightly with garlic Tabasco, Tony's and black pepper
add to pot just before caramelising the onion
bring pot to low simmer
roughly cube five small Roma tomatoes
season with salt, cumin and crushed, mixed pepper corns
add to pot and simmer all together while pre-heating oven to 350ºF
roughly chop half a handful of Italian parsley
to be used as garnish/seasoning as desired
crisp one large French bread loaf in pre-heated oven for seven minutes
remove bread from oven, and serve stew
break the bread and serve with white butter or Smart Balance,
sopping stew with bread if desired
you might need to add a dash of crushed sea salt or garlic Tabasco sauce to stew to taste
enjoy!
(totally non-technical; i've had how many pints of Boddington's and how little sleep?) |
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[Sunday|12 November 2006|09:06p] |
this is the final transmission from 306 B Calder Street.
more good news soon ... |
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[Sunday|08 October 2006|11:08p] |
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had you realised that happiness makes you cry? |
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[Sunday|01 October 2006|01:07a] |
tonight i played bass for "the coonass of all coonasses" Drew Landry and his band the Dirty Cajuns at the Blue Moon Saloon. it turns out that Drew's middle name is DeJean, and we're not-too-distant cousins. so i guess that makes that official! it was a good time for all concerned. Kait was even able to get in on some of the fun. there were people drinkin' and dancin' to songs about prison rodeos, dying dogs, cheap beer, cheatin' girlfirends, barroom fights, college football, the Junkyard Dog, crooked politicians, firery preachers, the Devil, pissing on your finger, wrecking your truck, and getting to third base for the first time and telling all your friends about it. not in that order, but still. it was good ol' down home music, and a frickin' blast. i'll definitely do it again.
and just for the record, last night's Dire Wood show at Renaissance was possibly our best ever, in every manner of speaking.
good night. |
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[Sunday|24 September 2006|02:57a] |
it sounds as though
it's raining in the spaces
underneath the house
as well as
from above and
through the oaks. |
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[Sunday|24 September 2006|02:22a] |
now i'm at the hairdressers
people watch me as they move past
a guy wearing plastic antlers
presses his bum against the glass.
now i'm down on my hands and knees
and it's so fucking hot!
someone cries, 'what are you looking for?'
i scream, 'the plot, the plot!'
no joke! what exactly are you on about, Nick? plastic antlers? bum-pressing?! |
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[Saturday|29 July 2006|05:04p] |
the afternoon's light is coming in quietly through the windows, even with the blinds pulled all the way up. there's a fan going in each room to keep things cool, and not much else can be heard in the house, not even the lucky cat from Thailand, save the random rumblings from next door and a grumbled purr from Thomas whenever shifts in his sleep next to me. he's looking great and his stitches will be out in a few days. by then he'll be on the bed napping next to Kaitlin instead of crashing here on the sofa.
the coffee table in front of me, the one we never use for coffee anymore, just tea and breakfast and dinner, is covered with the parts of an automatic threading dual 8 movie projector, its owners' manual, assorted reels of film and accessories. it belonged to my dad. it's bloody marvelous, and i doubt that i've ever possessed a more fascinating piece of small machinery. i guess this laptop and iPod combo might beat it out by a narrow margin. i found it when i went to get his things from his apartment after he passed away last year, but i only just discovered the film reels Wednesday evening whilst clearing out some room in our storage space. they were sealed away in a Tupperware container inside an also-previously unknown box containing three old photo albums and a scrapbook.
i took the albums out first and went through them mystified. they're full of a part of my dad's life about which i know next-to-nothing. i lament not having the chance to go through them with him filling in all the blanks and back-stories, but it was great to see him looking so young and fit and happy. bittersweet doesn't quite describe it.
tucked in the front of one of the albums were two letters from dad to his parents and sister. one of the letters was written while he was working on building an oil rig in Tampico, Mexico in the autumn of 1969, before any of the photos were taken. for as long as i can remember i've had this great, hand-painted caricature of my dad titled "Loco Gringo Reggie" which dates from this trip, but until today i never knew what he was actually doing there. also, his handwriting was remarkably beautiful then and much different from the all-caps yet still-dignified script he used for the length of my knowing him.
with Kait's encouragement and help i nervously set up the projector. i can't say just how excited i was when we figured it all out. i first loaded a big, unlabeled reel which turned out to contain footage from the wedding of my dad to his first wife, Cathy, and the reception which followed. i've rarely been more impressed with anything at any point in my life. then we watched several shorter movies, including one from a family get-together on Easter, three from Jazz Fest, one from dad and Cathy goofing off playing golf and tennis, and one from a backyard bar-b-que, each dated between April and May of 1977.
we've still got nine films to go through, including reels from trips to Las Vegas and San Francisco. i'm so delighted. i never even knew my dad went to these places. i just wish he was here again, in this place, even if only for a few moments. |
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[Sunday|09 July 2006|11:07p] |
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i wish we could be friends again and for the first time. all of us. |
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