Sunday, April 30, 2006

Hippies + Murals = Scary

What's up with the mural @ Rainbow Grocery? I thought it was supposed to be about peace and love over here. This one looks like an ill advised game of pin the tail on the entity. Or a bad acid trip at a KISS concert where I become convinced that I am being chased from Gene Simmons' plot in the community garden by frantic bandmates on scary baby-arm legs in a banana clown-car.



Let me assert this affirmation for a moment: Thank-you, God, for getting me off drugs.

Hippies,

Just because your store is in proximity to the Mission does not mean you are good at painting and murals. Leave that to the Mexicans, ok? Now go grow me some veggies and feel free to do that spinning interpretive dance thing you do and we'll call it even.

Meet My Manager


People keep asking lately, "Where have you been? Why aren't you writing in your blog?" I have tried to explain that I have been on a 20-day long work binge. I have a huge project nearing completion at Yahoo, I took on a freelance gig, and I have spent all my "free" time working for this person pictured above on a volunteer job. If you look carefully you can tell that he is managing me at the moment.

Friday, April 21, 2006

MP3 of the Day



So sweet. Listen here.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Brilliant. Period.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Cool Blog



This was the image of the day a few days ago on a cool blog I found recently called "we make money not art". It's a propaganda piece from the Iranian government. The containers they are holding up are supposed to be enriched uranium.

... May Cause Rectal Bleeding

I ran across two articles this morning which caught my attention. The first was about "disease mongering", the practice of inventing diseases by pharmaceutical companies seeking to increase profits by medicalising natural conditions like menopause and exaggerating how many people in the general population might suffer from, say, restless legs syndrome.

And then I ran across an article about another cow in North America being diagnosed with Mad Cow disease. The cow was in Canada and of course Canada assures the carniverous population that buys its meat, just as American beef sellers do, that there is no health threat, in spite of the fact that Mad Cow or BOVINE SPONGEIFORM ENCEPHELITIS has been found to have a thirty year incubation period in humans. Meaning really, there is no way of even knowing what kind of health threat it poses right now.

Professor Collinge, a specialist in prion protein diseases at St. Mary's Hospital, London, pointed out: "The cases we are seeing at the moment are by definition those with the shortest incubation periods." He added: "Unfortunately what follows from that, since the exposure of the population after 1985 was very much larger than that that preceded it, (is that) many more cases must be in the pipeline. "We may see thousands, or tens of thousands."

So it appears that as we are making up new diseases we are also simultaneously ignoring the real ones. Maybe before we begin to tackle the problem of health care reform maybe we should look at just plain health reform.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Cat Fancy

Now thats a cat!

Friday, April 14, 2006

Hollaback, Girl

You ever had revenge fantasies about that guy that grabbed your ass on the bus? Hollaback is devoted to just that sort of thing. Asswipes beware.

Check out the "Hall of Fame" link for some serious entertainment at the expense of repulsive men all over the country.

It Strikes - AGAIN!



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Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water... mercury in retrograde strikes again. This time at my blog! Earlier this week I logged in to blogger to blog something stupid I'm sure, and my personal blog had disappeared... completely! I think it had something to do with merging my new mobile blog in with my existing personal blog (that's where all those lovely snapshots are coming from -- my phone!). It took all week for someone to get around to fixing it, which is not bad turnaround, but oh the week you missed out on!

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, today is the day Mercury returns to normal. April 14. A day that many of us have been looking forward to for many many weeks. Last night I finally had the courage to set up my desktop computer which has been sitting idle throughout this whole ordeal for several reasons... the biggest one being: Why even bother during this retrograde from hell? :)

PS - I recommend that if you do a search at http://images.search.yahoo.com for the word "Jaws" that you avert your eyes from the fifth result. Seriously gross. My eyes are stained. Don't look.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Quote of the Day

I meant to slip this into my last blog or two but kept forgetting, so now it gets its own post. Cuz its hella funny, that's why.

"I think I'm a Bette with an Alice rising." -- Margaret Cho

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Menage a trois wine. Found at cc's parents house.

Aerosmith: Blight on Humanity?



It's happened more than once or twice now. My body is conditioned to wake up between 4:30 and 5:30 every morning. I usually wake up from some bizarre dream or other, and I'm used to it and it's fine. But lately... and this is hard to admit... I have woken up from dreams whose soundtrack is that Aerosmith song.


Tell me what it takes to let you go
Tell me how the pain's supposed to go(ew-wow)
Tell me how it is that you can sleep in the night
Without thinkin' you lost everything that was good in your life to the
toss ofthe dice?

Tell me what it takes to let you go


First of all, the album it is from is named is "Pump". Yes, "Pump". This is the same band responsible for such timeless hits as "Love in an Elevator".


Tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch
Tell me that my lovin' didn't mean that much
Tell me you ain't dyin' when you're cryin' for me


At first I tried to blame it on subconscious MTV detritus; maybe I sat thru the video in 8th grade and its been growing cobwebs in my mind since then, waiting for its moment to boomerang on me, just once. But then it came back.

There comes a time in a person's life when they have to admit that maybe something speaks to them that they really wish didn't. Finally this morning I accepted that maybe this stupid song had something to say to me, something I haven't been processing on a conscious level because it hurts too much. And maybe this is my mind's devious plan to torture me until I deal with it.

I'm sorry to have put you thru this post. To make it up to you, I'm going to admit something else. I have been completely stuck on the Strokes new album and have been listening to it non-stop for the last 2 months. I mean, over and over and over. I can't stop. I used to be kind of indifferent to them. But this latest album... its as catchy as their music has always been, but now its been infused with real emotion. Their most scathing critique comes from themselves, when he admits that a girl tells him the music is "bored and detached from your heart." Instead of whining about not getting laid, on this album the singer talks about loneliness, and being bored of being a cynical Gen-Y hipster and yearning for something more but not knowing where to go from there; about the world falling apart, about being worried that the sun will shine but his children will burn.

Here's some of my most prized nuggets. Go ahead and download them or just click and listen.

Heart in a Cage

Ize of the World

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Scooter: Don't Throw Me Under the Bus

In news this morning on the "ooooh - BURN!" tip: The New York Sun has published a story this morning about how Scooter Libby has testified to a grand jury is his trial that President Bush himself authorized the leak of sensitive, classified information about Iraq's supposed attempts to procure uranium cake, and ultimately the identity of undercover CIA agent Valerie Plame, which some suspect was payback for her husband's op/ed in the New York Times disputing the charge that Iraq had attempted to get the uranium in the first place. This is quite a revelation in the case and puts Bush in a touchy situation. He had once publicly declared he would fire anyone who had authorized such a leak. If only he would keep his word. Link


Another exciting thing going on today in the world of corruption: Jeffrey Skilling, former chief of the infamous Enron, is scheduled to testify today in court - finally! I just happened to have Netflixed the documentary "Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room". It was actually really entertaining and gives a lot of insight into the Darwininan psychology of the sociopathic corporate raiders who architected the fake "energy shortages" in California a few years ago that led to rolling blackouts and three and four-figure PG&E bills for everyone who turned on a lightbulb or heater in the cold winter that year. If you got stiffed by PG&E and ended up paying thru the nose on your electric bill that year like I did, I suggest you watch this movie immediately. Enron executives bilked billions from customers, investors, and its own employees who it encouraged to sink their retirement funds in Enron stock, whose shifty accounting practices courtesy of Arthur Andersen (now renamed Accenture in a marketing tactic designed to create space between them and the scandal). The documentary ties all the players together: Skilling, Lay and other top executives on the Enron side, Arthur Andersen, the SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission), the large funding institutions like Meryll Lynch, all the way up to both of the Bush's. It's a beautiful thing. Link



Yes, it certainly appears that Bush and Cheney are doing their last lap around the toilet bowl.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Baader Brains!



To commemorate the event, I will write my review in punk prose:

Tim's band debuted last night!
At 58 Tehama!
Opening up for other Marxist punk bands!
His performance involved screaming!
Thru a hole in a woolen black ski-mask!
CC swooned!
She thought it was dreamy!
Some guy in front of me had really bad gas!
But that's ok cuz it covered up mine!
Too much wheat gluten with dinner!
I think I'm allergic!

The band's called Baader Brains!
I thought it was just word play!
A take on DC's Bad Brains!
But its a double entendre!
Baader was terrorist!
Killed in '77!
Some say he took his own life!
But none of us believe it!
They broke him out of prison!
By shooting a librarian!
He wrote Marxist books!
And fought for revolution!
By bombing a department store in Germany!

Tim's band was really good!
I especially like the drummer!
I would like to see more complex song structure!
But what the fuck do I know!
Other bands came later!
One was just like Cannibal Corpse!
Only slightly headier!
The crowd was really mellow!
Compared to punk shows I went to before!
That's good cuz I'm getting old!

Monday, April 03, 2006

Gentlemen, Start Your Engines


Yes, that's a Viagra racing jacket. Found exclusively on old men in coffee shops in the Castro.

I Like to Waste Gas and Run Over Children

I like to waste gas and run over chilren.

At Least I Have Great Hair

I decided to treat myself to a haircut this weekend. I magically found this *woman* named Noah Van Dyke (i'm not kidding) that used to work with Princess Kennedy (Tony's hairstylist) at GlamaRama in the Mission. I asked her for something "fun" and kinda wild; long layers with a Joan Jett type vibe. So if you see me and you are jealous you should get her number from me with a quickness. She made me feel very comfortable as I'm still a little gunshy from having so many hideous run-ins with rogue hairdressers. She suggested the need for a hairdresser jail. I know a couple I'd like to throw in there.


I am avoiding going to work this morning because I feel cheated of my one hour that daylight savings time has stolen from my sleep schedule like a hungry vulture. I am laying around and going thru Tony's blog and watching Princess Kennedy's video that got into the ChoBlog (thats Margaret Cho to you) and eventually found myself on the Cho's MySpace account. One of her monologues is playing in the background. She goes off about rabid vegans and Bjork. Click on the link to Mommy Heart Attack to hear about her mother's astral projections.

Quote of the Day: "Being gay is not contagious. And if you think it's contagious... you're gay." --Margaret Cho

Saturday, April 01, 2006

It's Time to Talk Mercury In Retrograde


The last month, month and a half have been quite a doozy. I havent blogged here since right after the fire because I have had no internet at home (i know, I *KNOW*), been crunched at work with work, sick with a never-ending cold, moving stuff from one place to another with my precious free time, and been generally physically and emotionally spent. When you go out to surf on a big day, you jump in the water with the knowledge that at some point the waves are going to toss your fragile little ant-like body around like a pit bull with a kitten in its mouth. And when that happens you can fight against the current and forces of nature holding you under the surface, or you can do what they call "rag dolling" while you're under. You let your body go completely limp until you find yourself at the surface. By not letting your muscles tense up in the fight for air, you actually become more buoyant. That's been my survival strategy this month.

Whenever life makes me rag-doll, which is not very often, but has definetely become more frequent as I get older (or maybe I was just too dumb to rag-doll when I was younger), I always look to the cosmic forces for explanations. And this one has had "Mercury in retrograde" written all over it. For those of you who have never had the privelige of hearing one of my tirades about this phenomenon, here you go.

Mercury, the planet that rules communication, travel, thinking and perception, appears to move backward in the sky (and therefore, the zodiac) about 3 times a year. This retrograde movement is actually an optical illusion due to our vantage point on Earth. The way the glitches it causes manifest themselves differs, depending on what sign Mercury goes retrograde in. The period is often seen by astrologers as times when fated events, over which we seemingly have no control, will occur. This time Mercury went retrograde in Pisces, the watery fishes swimming in opposite directions. Mercury has a shadow period both before and after it goes retrograde, as the planet slows and gets ready to move in the opposite direction, backwards and then forwards.

From my favorite site about MIR (link):


A retrograde period is best seen as a cycle, beginning when the planet begins to slow to a halt before travelling backwards through the zodiac and ending when the planet returns to the point where it first paused. However, during the cycle, the planet's energy is most powerful (and more likely to generate critical events of universal importance) when the planet makes a station, appearing motionless in the sky.
Mercury, Divine Messenger

These stationary periods occur near the beginning of the cycle (when the planet first halts as it prepares to move backwards) and midway through the cycle when the retrograde planet slows to a stop before moving forward again. The "direct station" (when the planet halts before moving forward again) is the most powerful and can be used for maximum benefit.


Here in the Bay Area, much of the general confusion it has wreaked this time around has been centered around water (it has not stopped raining and/or SNOWING here for the last month). The snow caused the biggest traffic accident in Marin county history a few weeks ago, a 28-car pile up that closed Highway 1 down overnight. The same weekend of the fire in our building (which resulted in the fire department filling the house with water that is now becoming mold in the walls), CC's parents' (who own our building that burnt), their car broke down the same weekend. When I moved into my new place 6 weeks ago after the fire, I found that my cell which I use as my only phone, didnt work at all here - even though I am still in the middle of the city about 6 blocks from where I lived before. When I went to get internet at the house, they told me this house wasnt even in their database and that they couldnt help me because my house didnt exist... then once we got that straightened out they told me that the cable was still under the previous tenant's name and that I would have to fax them a lease (which I didnt have at the time), all in all resulting in another 2 weeks of internet and tv delays. The mail server at the ISP where my client's business in Hawaii is hosted spontaneously combusted about two weeks ago. There was a fire in the transbay tunnel on BART, resulting in a trainload of passengers having to walk back to Oakland in the tube under the bay. Then there was a bomb scare at the West oakland station which brought the commute to a standstill a few days ago when two mystery men exited a train yelling "there's a bomb on board" at the 12th Street station. Meanwhile, BART is also doing an "upgrade" to its software, but instead of hiring a contractor to do it, they elected to do it themselves to save money and ended up with 3 days of glitches which resulted in tens of thousands of commuters stranded during morning this week. (link)

Another curious by-product I have noticed during MIR is the seeming frequency of pre-cognitive experiences. Most of them are minor and are usually shrugged off as minor coincidences, but taken collectively they present a pattern. The usual order of operations here on Earth is that you see somebody or experience something, then you think about it or even dream about it... but during MIR it seems to work the other way around. Friends will tell me when they see me, "Hey I was just thinking about you and here you are! That's so wierd!" Or you will dream about something and then the next day it will happen. A friend of a friend was just telling me that she dreamt the front page of the Entertainment section of the paper the next day, twice. I even started playing a game with myself where I don't look at the dates for coming mercury in retrograde periods. Instead, I wait until I feel the cosmic shift. And now after a couple of years of practice, am usually right. The first time I tried the game, I waited... I saw my friend at the grocery store and he said he had a dream with me in it the night before and that it was wierd we ran into each other. And then later in the day my roommates boyfriend came over and said he dreamt something the previous night that came true during the day. The lightbulb went off and I said to myself, hey, mercury just went retrograde. And it did.

About two years ago, I realized that that all of these things, ranging from petty annoyances to cataclysmic life-changing events actually presented an opportunity. When everything in the outside world seems to come screeching to a halt, it actually gives us the chance to do nothing but sit and reflect. "What, no TV, no internet, no phone? You better sit your ass down and think about what's going on" the universe seems to say to us.

More from the article before:

Mercury's retro phase tends to bring unforeseen changes and blockages, but the aggravation and frustration that many of us experience during these periods is often due to our own inability to roll with the punches. Is this due to our ego-fixation? Mercury sets out to restructure our thinking processes and for many of us this is painful and frustrating. Moreover, these experiences reveal flaws in our internal organisation as well as our external planning, which can make us feel foolish and inadequate.


So the moral of the story is that I havent been blogging and if you keep coming here looking to read some shit and you ain't gettin' none, it's because I've been sitting in my house with the lights off and shades drawn. Mercury went direct on March 25 and completely returns to normal on April 14th. I have been feeling somewhat better since last weekend's direct station and feel like its ok to write again, but if I'm wrong I guarantee you won't hear about it for a couple of weeks. So no promises, but I think I'm back, God willing.


Quote of the Day:
"I'm tighter than JLo in her jeans." -M.I.A.