Housekeeping

I paid people from Renta Yenta to come over today and clean the condo. I was literally at wits end with work peak this week and my parents visiting... and Erik (the contractor) coming tomorrow to reseal the shower. I generally had an issue with the money, time and overall embarassment of having someone come in and do what i should be doing, but I quickly got over it when I realized that there'd just be no time to do that good of a job in a 2 hour window when I'm off of work. After some initial scheduling drama, I managed to get two young, hip clubbing 20somethings to comeover for 2 hours and clean. I felt released and pampered. I'm definintely doing this again... And no, I do not have issues with it as long as I have the money.

Flaming Creatures

I caught this interesting vid the other day. Very much Fellini meets Flaming Creatures meets Kenneth Anger meets Bollywood Ashram cult... It's refreshing to see people embracing the old values (old as in 60's freakishness). It makes me yearn for freaky hippie faggotry of the Cockettes...

MozzersATosser

I gave up him years ago, briefly got back into him with "Arsenal", but now we're through: Morrissey, WTF? This NME article could either be baiting some contrarian/ironic comments from him, or maybe he really is this zenophobic. In any case, he's really starting to sound like some old money dowager expat with a high degree of bigotry and free time. That joke isn't funny anymore....

East Pine, RIP

So - tonight mark's the last night of the Pike/Pine corridor. Ok - exaggeration, one block of Pine street, but an influential one that's usually everyone's stop at somepoint in a given evening (weeknight or weekend)... It's to be torn down for Condo's and with it goes a whole history of drunken escapades, rock shows and chance meetings. Also - from way before that, vintage stores that I remember made me want to move to Seattle in the early 90's, a vibrant music scene and the creatives that lived behind the stores...


In any case, SLOG memorializes it and I choose merely to take the memories with me.


Pour a 40 on trashed gardens of East Pine for me if you're out tonight.

Privvy and Conf

So, this whole Lott said, Benjamin Said debaucle makes the tired, ironic joke of closeted scary repub's even more tired and more ironic (see a graph with an X axis of "Tired" and another one being "Irony" and this is trending almost 6 points in a single direction). It's like the joke that's being told and you just start to feel bad for someone... But, let's step back and think about this from a first amendment kind of dealio. I don't like Mr Lott more than the next gay, but I appreciate the PR handling by the escort. Looking at this from a business standpoint - someone's secrets, no matter how antithetical to their position, should be just that. The vitriol that fuels this erosion of personal/private information is the same that causes governments to try to pull customer records and data ... I'm no log cabiner, but I do think the rabid glee that gays get is shorting us from the larger picutre and fight. We should take down the opponents with acceptance and maybe some reverance for when they expose themselves.

Worried Noodles!

I'm enthralled by a few things... among them, "Worried Noodles" as pointed out on LineOut is downloading all them fine fancy tracks on my iTunes. I love Shrigley's work, stumbling upon it by accident at Giant Robot when I was buying a bunch of his postcards to terrorize friends. I am listening to tracks - they remind me of the compilation-cum-tribute album for Daniel Johnston , who like Shrigley, has that same comic-naivety in his work... in any case, it'll make for a fun workout mix. The other things I'm enthralled with at the moment? Ohh, I will save that for some other post...

Dischord

My condo is in disarray. I have piles and piles of laundry. Dishes are in the sink. I am behind on projects. Can only mean one thing: It's Q4 and I'm in the s***. I have no time for a post as I have to seriously clean and get ready for the Hot Water guys this week and Erik to redo the bathroom the next... Ugh...