Saturday, February 23, 2002

In sad news, animauter Chuck Jones passed away. The man solely responsible for proving that you could forseeably keep running off a cliff into midair without falling (as long as you didn't look down) - and that ACME products seldom worked - warped many a childhood... including mine.

Friday, February 22, 2002

Was listening to clips from the latest discovery Andrew W.K.... I love this guy and his suspicious bloody nose!! I've a hard time figuring out if this is an ironic throwback to frat-Beastie-metal or a future anthem unafraid to get down to what we all really want to do... PARTY TIL WE PUKE!!!(the sound of a Saint Ides being poured on concrete to generate my point).
Alas, I am not partying tonight due to my own stamina currently, but that's kind of a good thing since Gina and Scott are going to be in town this weekend, and we'll probably tear up Pine street at some point over the weekend. In the meantime, I have to go into work...

Thursday, February 21, 2002

Oh - lord sweet lord, I gotta get my tired, weary fat ol' ass to work here in a few minutes. I went to the gym tonight, but Issiah had a funeral to attend, so I took initiative to follow up on my own. Unfortunately, I found that throwing myself against impossible weights alone versus having Issiah coax me into lifting impossible weights is a big difference. I crapped out on sets, didn't finish a few excercizes, but did enough to not say I did it half-assed. I can definately see the advantages of a trainer though -- especially if you're not too focused and undisciplined (or even just don't know what you're doing...)
Oh - and I just caught the 'frains of the Shin's song on a MCDONALD'S COMMERCIAL. Sigh. I am going to give up indie and start listening to a-tonal modern classical music again.

Wednesday, February 20, 2002

Last day here and then I fly back to Seattle and the cradle of dysfunction (work)... Not looking forward to it. Have checked email though and nothing looks too terrible or fires too great (knocking so soundly on wood right now)...
In any case - spent last night and night before last catching up on Great-Grandmother's diaries and Grandma's Scrapbook. Both were very compelling, written about 10 yrs apart, but had a much different focus.
Of course Grandma's scrapbook is amazing, filled with very visual descriptions of her cross country trip to California and Oregon in the 30's. Just her and her 4 sisters - very cool for the time that they did this, they often had to fix their model A they affectionately reffered to as "Rosa". Oh and yes friends, this predates the road trip by 70 years!!!
GreatGrandmother Millar's journal on the other hand is highly personal, somewhat heavy at times - so candid and personal that I probably won't share it here - other than the fact that she was an aspiring writer who tried to get published in magazines and sell screenplays in the then growing Hollywood. Unfortunately, alot of the journals were water-damaged, so some of the pages are unreadable.
In any case - I guess this raises a central question in my mind - - why do I publish everything publicly here? Well, to answer, not everything is public, I keep most of my deepest feelings and personal storm clouds out (unless I'm having a realllly sh***y day, and well, then you're all privvy to my rants) -- and I'm certainly not anticipating a high degree of readership on my site. Why the defense? I guess it probably has something to do with Wired's dis on keeping blogs. Yes, Wired - nothing is personal, the private is public, and oh-gasp, people like to talk about themselves. Sheesh.
Well - I'm currently coming down with dad's illness - so I am quarantined against saying goodby to both sets of grandparents unfortunately. I was hoping to talk to Grandma about her trip - but that will have to wait until next time. I'm dreading the flight back with this illness, but I've bought some earplugs to limit the cabin pressure on my cranium as we land in seatac.

Monday, February 18, 2002

Lazy Prezidentz Day morning. I'm still in my PJ's and watching episode 8 of the Soprano's. I've taken to catching up on all the HBO series that I've missed out on over the past few years. I'm probably not going to be able to watch the entire first season, but it will give me reason to rent them when I get back to Seattle.
I missed sunday's post - but not alot happened, other than going out to Eddie's (our fave, local chinese resteraunt) for my grandmother's birthday. I am always impressed that everyone in that resteraunt (from cooks, to hostessess, to the owner) all know my family - everytime we come in, they give us the usual appetizers, come over and make casual conversation. I guess this is one of the many perks to living in a small community -- everyone is family. Of course in Seattle, we've a steady pool of regular places we'll go to (but damned if they can ever remember our names outside of a bar or resteraunt)... And if it's the place of the moment, you become momentary, on the waiting list and ignored... and the more trivial and ignored you are, the more credibility it seems to have. Of course, I am babbling and drawing generalizations... Perhaps not.
In any case - other inspiriations I've had recently -- Spring Cleaning of crap, clothes, etc. I think I might even get online and start selling CD's again. I should get a calendar together (Martha Stewart Style) and start publishing this (and tying this in w/my outlook so I can get reminders). Projects, projects, projects...