Sorry for the blog lapse yesterday, I was at this Pagan thingy in Fremont last night. We went since Costi was playing, and the bill sounded a bit more diverse than usual hippie fare. Beate wore a glamorous red wig and I sported my staph infection in style... The event was fun -- participants in full mythological drag, it reminded me somewhat of parties in Ashland (esp the crowd of those freaky Wiccans I used to know... Nice, but odd folks - great parties.)

Speaking of Viruses, the alien virus has made it's return with the warm weather - my dreaded staph infection that somehow manifests itself on my face every 2 years has made a tiny lump on my lower chin. The usual drill is use a topical creme and cover it with a bandaid until it disappears, answer to questions like "Shaving Accident?" and feel ugly and deformed until it vanishes. The first time this happened was when I first started working, and I had open sores all over my neck and chin. I had to grow facial hair and kept trying to keep them covered with big, obnoxious band-aids you would normally use for your knee... I so hope this isn't going to linger for 2-3 weeks. I might breakdown next week and bug my Doc' for new topical creme... Just like zits, this can kill your social life (and your life in general as it's pretty damn lethal!)...

Computer Viruses as Art? Apparently so, according to this site... Since coding has a creative bend to it, so do Viruses. A recent NYT article on this exhibition quotes the curator, her favorite being the Cascade virus from the early 90's, which caused document letters to tumble to the bottom of the screen. She compared it to an Apollinaire poem where the words form a raindrop on a page. Ironically enough - the exhibition is sponsored by Symantec, the antivirus software.

This is a thing of beauty - The Poem Tag Project... Create your own poem tag. I just wish this wasn't virtual and we were all creating poetry and walking it around to everyone...

In the meantime, corporate life succeeds at making my waking moments artless and full of dull prose. I am behind in my email and I am soooo not wanting to dial in to get caught up before an 8 hour training session. Instead, I want to eat my Beans and Rice and watch "The Others". Maybe not. Oh lordy...

What was I saying?

(Confidential to Ian: While I am flattered that you thought of me at the performance spectacle, you should know my own mediums are Yams and a very well-timed Polar Bear outfit...)

Memorial Day - Day we can finally break out the tiny tanks, the flip flops, and cheap ghetto beer and sit and just take in all that is sun, fun and surf. Ok - so it's not quite officially summer, but may as well be... Everyone is summer-hungry, fun-hungry, and god forbid - sex-hungry. Probably because of 9/11, depressed economies of scale and recession, being told that Irony is dead, going all bling-bling and shaking your rump by the pool is not an acceptable past time...
Alright - so I personally don't go and shake my rump by the pool - but you get the picture. Seattle is tired of the gloom, and want's to at lease have the option of going and shaking it's flabby, pasty ass by the pool if it so chooses... We want the sweet smell of the Pacific Sound sizzling under the sun and scent of cocoa-butter sunscreen permeating the air. We want the lazy nights where you wander through a neighborhood, the smell of a 1000 or so weber grills. We want the uncomfortable grass stains on our back, the first bad attempt at a suntan (which we then quickly relent and go back to covering ourself for the next 3 months), the first canonball into lake Washington. Memorial day is more than honoring your war-dead and allowing linen and white shoes to enter your wardrobe... It's about having full license to be fabulous and fun (as the ads suggest)...
I seriously don't know what's gotten into me... Perhaps it's the fact that I am so ready to start going out again and do things... Perhaps it's because I'm needing a life outside of airconditioned corporate walls... Perhaps it's because of fear of mortality and loss (or in some cases - a reaction to those dwelling on the cold subjects of the dead )... Perhaps it's because of a well launched advertising campaign that features young fresh people with perfect skin and hair having fun under an impossible sun...
Hmm - in the meantime, are you trying to plan another Britpop invasion? What I find odd is that they've no essential subcultural sound or genre they can use a catalyst for UK sales in US, just saavy marketing.

Oooh lordy. I am a bad boy... I didn't really eat well yesterday, and neglected to do cardio since last monday. Dana threw a party for Laura at her place, so there was lotta booze and food... Luckily I abstained from drinking and managed to keep a 10ft radius from the plate of Krispy Kremes that someone brought (although had a donut from TopPot earlier that afternoon)... Still, the fact that I've been away from the gym for a week, been kind of sick and not doing any cardio activity is making me a bit lethargic... Maybe I need to take part in PuNk RoCk AeRoBiCs!!!!! (Ok - obnoxious aside: but excuse me - I had this same idea in the 80's when I used to go to shows and was sweatin out the toxins to DOA and the Pixies... sheesh.)