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could be goodbye for you...

my friend flicka

done and done.


night before last i was talking to a friend before going into the gym and something rang in my head saying, food blog. food blog. yes, food blog. well, a couple other things rang in my head too like how can i sleep with this woman again and i was kinda hungry. then i started to think, why not!? anywho, the time has come to put freaksauce to an end and start what i have been wanting to do for sometime now...write about my favorite lowest common denominator, food. the consumption, the processes and everything inbetween. please go and check out snacktruck and read all about my problems and foibles with sandwiches in seattle and my love of the ballard market.

until then - please let the only sauce be on your napkin.

hijacked

wait a minute...perhaps i have said too much and now i feel like i revealed something i only wanted to share and not necessarily incorporate within. instead i was looking to inform not to motivate. dear reader, i must follow my own instinct here and say see you when i regroup and find out what is the impetus and then i will be able to report back.

have any of you see this movie 'funny games'. i wish you could. i will be right back...

dial m for...

i wanna go see neil young next week and i did not purchase tickets. but i am still going to go down to the god forsaken place he is playing to see if i can get a scalped ticket for i think more than anybody, i want to see him more and more. i always get the sense that he'll play forever and ever but then i also think he might just say 'fuck it' and call it quits playing only once in a blue moon for the bridge school and that's that.

i am going to listen to this song by neil which i recently discussed briefly with someone about and find my way there...more later.

is my world not falling down
i'm in pieces on the ground
and my eyes aren't open
and i'm standing on my knees
but if crying and holding on
and flying on the ground is wrong
then i'm sorry to let you down,
but you're from my side of town
and i miss you.

turn me up or turn me down
turn me off or turn me round
i wish i could have met you in a place
where we both belong
but if crying and holding on
and flying on the ground is wrong
then i'm sorry to let you down,
but you're from my side of town
and i miss you.

sometimes i feel like i'm just a helpless child
sometimes i feel like a kid.
but baby, since i have changed
i can't take nothing home.

city lights at a country fair
never shine but always glare
if i'm bright enough to see you,
you're just to dark to care.
but if crying and holding on
and flying on the ground is wrong
then i'm sorry to let you down,
but you're from my side of town
and i miss you.

he stopped loving her today

dress sexy at my funeral. damnit, that is funny. so funny that i am thinking to myself what gives about bill callahan. last night for my birtday i was (kinda) taken to see bill callahan perform. the fucker played for close to two hours! and it was all good and not in an "all good in the hood" kind of way, just all good stuff and great songs. watching him made me think about missing george jones this week...and i am not regretting that but i most certainly made a mistake. something about bill callahan rang of him being some kind of troubadour...rolling from city to city playing his smog. and people whooped and yelled ("thanks for coming bill callahan" -how idiotic) and loved him. at one point i wished for a marachi band to play with him, then i wished for kids to be behind him playing and clapping...then i kind of thought of a super group, callahan, will oldham, jim o'rourke and richard thompson was the wild card contribution. i guess bill callahan can play with anybody was what i left with and that is great for him.

too much to love, scarf, water spilling and garbanzo beans. everything has changed yet something remains.

dee dee R bitch

i am turning 4t5 next week. thank god - maybe now i will start acting like an adult and not such a squirrel. i feel confident which is scary. which makes me wonder about myself...what is next? next being what is on my 'to do' list. i got a big to do done last year and that accomplishment makes me feel free and clear and looser than a goose. changes are great - i am all about them but something about being in my car night before last with rome and some guy bleeding from his ear, gurlfren on my side of the car yelling in a cell phone begging us to take them to the hospital...true story. rome's tells me it is my call and she looks both worried about US and THEM. still, this guy gets in the car, bloody and talking incoherently, the gal pal is now talking at a normal level (which in turn made me completely nervous) and off to harborview we go. and that is where they got out...it took a bit of time before rome and i actually talked about the entire debacle before she said how glad he was the only one going to the hospital (caustic sense of humor that darling friend of mine...)! tell me please dear reader, what would you do? and what do we all do daily that can help even if it all sounds wrong?

so, reflections and choices are always present - with that, enjoy this video of the bees which always brings a smile to my face.

212-243-3460

i rant and rant about movies from the 8t's being so sucky. and i am right but i am also not compltely right...as in, there are some of my favorite movies from that decade that i go back to all the time. forget about "blue velvet", "raging bull" and "do the right thing" - no! "footloose", "st. elmo's fire" any john hughes films and "dirty dancing" are classics! wait, then there is "after hours" which i recently watched again for maybe the millionth time but this time came many years after my last viewing. first, i took many things from this movie like when paul, the main character loses his last twenty, he can't call anybody - no cell phone - and he can't just go to the atm, no such animal...in nyc no less. and speaking of nyc, the cab driver was some white dude. i am going to sound prejudice but in my time of living and visiting nyc, i never EVER had a white guy cab driver. period. so, this movie is dated for sure yet i laughed outloud at so many parts it has become a period piece. martin scorcese just hit every target here - easily his funniest movie and most overlooked. and what a cast too...rosanna arquette has some of the best lines about the wizard of oz, terri garr is hilarious, and catherine o'hara just peaks with her mr. softy truck. cheech and chong, john heard and linda fiorentino round out a stellar cast but griffin dunne just owns this movie with the crazed look in his eyes as paul.

get ye to netflix or your video store (does anybody still do that?) and get this movie now. laugh and laugh again.

step child

for the longest time i used to think portland, or was some nice place to visit but once i left, i felt better that i was returning to seattle. nowadays, i am on the other side of the fence as i love to go there and i want to go all the time and not leave until i have searched every corner. and this is a new feeling but it was pushed over the edge with this article from day before yesterday's nytimes. earlier this year i visited 3x and all three times i hit some amazing dining places, purchased some great records, shoes and saw a great show by lucinda williams at the amazing crystal ballroom! so, this is not just about food but what i think portland has is that it has clearly defined itself as not being seattle or vancouver. and hell if i am not happy that i am in the middle here in the emerald city. so, no longer do i get excited that portland has no sales tax and people pump your gas...call me lewis and/or clark as i instead look forward to more adventures there. very soon too - maybe really soon.

more later!!

edmunds

there are some things you cant cover up with lipstick and powder, i thought i heard you mention my name, cant you talk any louder ? dont come any closer, dont come any nearer my vision of you cant get any clearer, oh, i just want to hear girls talk! i got a loaded imagination being fired by girls talk but i cant say the words you want to hear...

sunday morning

i love the feeling of relief. last sunday morning i got one after a long, long, really long saturday day and night. this relief started when i was at the el adadero on rainer ave. when i got a call...hearing a calming voice really helps soothe the nerves and as much as this sounds nuts, hearing someone who is less than soothing also has the same affect - or at least this time it did. what a relief to hear someone else frantic and cranked up...not me, not until saturday night. so, my fancy francy and i snacked on some mulitas (dear god - this might be the most delectable thing ever), some ceviche and tacos before moving on to bigger and maybe better things. saturday night was such a nutty pace with some (one) pot shah, tanG and ike the dog - i was glad to see sunday morning.

feeling a bit overwhelmed...try slayer or find someone who is that much busier than you will ever be.

all down the line...

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deck parties and seeing blue and read. maybe some david cronenberg but a lot of nothing. and aminal corrective.

vanjewver, bc

did i mention i saw "knocked up" and loved it. i did but did i mention i saw "super bad" and loved it even more!! oh crap, that movie rules. i so love this push in humor that is simultaneously crass and touching. judd aptow & seth rogan are a one two punch right now in the cinema world and they are making god damned funny movies. after i watched "the 40 year old virgin" i thought, 'they have it' - it being their finger on what has been missing in comedies. i am not talking about buddy/action movies like "rush hour" which are humorless or adam sandler movies that are just downright bad...i watched one of his movies on a plane ride back from istanbul and it was great because it put me to sleep! what i saw was so unfunny with one of these most annoying people as a co-star, drew barrymore. these guys write guy humor that is so wrong it is right. and back to seth rogan...love him! i heard this guy on the radio recently and he had a canadian accent (love it)after all, he is from vancouver but he also had this incredibly funny stoner laugh. and yes!!! he is a stoner - uh, he is from vancouver after all. this is the kind of guy i can hang with...

this nerdlinger jonah hill along with michael cera (also canadian like rogen) aka george michael are total crack-ups too. i jonah and seth can be brothers with the jew-fros and just idiotic looks on their faces. i went to hebrew school with guys that looked like this but none of them were funny. these guys make me laugh...i hope they can continue to do so for a long time. so, go see "super bad" - movie of the year! so far...

earache my eye m

i don't like technology, i love it. no, i hate it. wait, both!!! my cell phone and i are like mortal enemies and when it comes to using the computer - or needing it, i still find that i have this on going love/hate thing. fun isn't it *not really* - but the beautiful thing is that technology is changing rapidly and that makes me kind of adjust and change too. sure, the love/hate remains but where am i in the middle of all of this? soon, not dealing with it like i used to.

so that leads me to townes van zandt...oh, he's such a great singer! i love him and you can too downloading this amazing record "the late, great townes van zandt". wait, this did not come out after he died but years before in 1972. e n j o y - !

meeting of the mindz

the view from the deck at my apartment is so nice. i sit outside and look at mt. rainer, lunar sightings, beacon hill and the baseball and football stadiums. incredible really! and i want to continue watching stuff from this point of view for it reminds me of the simple things. i love eating outside (thanks kak!) even if it is uncomfortable but soley because i find these two things about food remain somewhat true; 1. eating with your hands is fun and food almost always tastes better and 2. eating outside can be soooooo relaxing.

i mention this because i am being pulled across the world and as of late, i want to just quit my job, leave this point of view, move to san francisco and wear a sweater in august. i am going to try and find myself in vietnam and s.e.a. this january or february. when i come back - - then i will decide about this view. or my viewpoint in general.

i want a dog.

zombie flanders

after much chat about music this weekend - and i am going to post my rants and raves about bumbershoot soon - i came to realize i have not been too inspired as of late. it got me to thinking about music that does knock me out every single listen without any pause or thought. almost a month ago i posted a tribute to nusrat fateh ali khan and now i am going rave about someone i never saw perform live. i have maybe two or three regrets about not seeing a performer or band - one of them is without a doubt and probably the biggest slip up i have made seeing tons of music, the mighty FELA KUTI. and i was recently listening to his "mr. follow follow" lp and it was just freaking me out. so insane, so inspiring and so god damned beautiful. i think everybody should listen to fela - - - so, here is fela's zombie lp for your flavor.

he played the olympic auditorium in the mid-eighties when this dofus missed him...uh, twice i believe. what was i thinking? or, what was i doing that made this glaring omission? either too much weed then or just too much which has me forgetting but let's not have regrets, let's listen and get off our asses!

do it to it.

there is only one thing worse than a hipster

and that is a hipster my age - soon to be 45. still, this video is pretty damn good.

jg means jew girl

doesn't this just make you happy? here we have my girl jay gee check, check, checking out the beastie boys (look carefully) and is oh so happy! i love this photo as it transcends the "being there" shot at a concert or event. to me it has more of an eyewitness effect that creates such emotion...i love it! i just had to share this one.

which reminds me - didn't i say i was taking lots of fotos these days? yes, below please find another shot. of course those in seattle know that is the koolest haus in our fair city, the downtown public library. i have waxed poetic about how much i love this place and just had to drop yet another bomb and say that with my driving by this place m-f, i find it to be one of most beautiful buildings in our fair world.

i have been undertaking photo taking in the past couple weeks withOUT good results. and i plan on taking more in and posting some soon.

it was fine at the time but the laws have changed...

memories are funny and i don't want to think too much about the past other than a reference tool. yet, as i mentioned how last week i received a letter from a friend i have not spoke to in, uh - 22 or so years. how old are you? that is right - 22 years ago! and no biggie although i have yet to contact him. and this picture you see...a friends old place on a sunny day one year ago to this day when we seemed to talk and see more of each other (she also moved from this noisy yet sweet apt less than one month after this snap). but things get in the way or we get in the way - meaning, friendships/relationships expire. memories can't wait and memories live on. so, do i contact this guy and 'catch up' or do i just send an email, thank him and ask him how the hell did he get my address!? i bet he got it from here. i checked out some names, ok - a lot of names and there was a lot of addresses, phone numbers and year of birth. weird? not really when you get to think about it. orwellian? sure, i will buy that. all in all, i am just not sure what to do with 22+ years passing and reconnecting. i do not go to high school reunions for that very reason.

the past has passed.

everything happens to me

japanese record buyer...lake swimmer...thelonius monk...mozzer - snoozer - breakfast...ali y kristy not kristy ali...bestest...roky...tanG & shah shah!...

"despite all our efforts, things will get better" - will rogers

feel

a couple of you have asked me "what's up with the downloads"? i still don't know and after my earlier posting today - i'm breaking it down again to another d/l of one of my favorite records ever. yes, i say that a lot and often to the point where it really loses its own juice but damn it, big star has a place in my heart that is indescribable. backed with tons of way back machine feelings (hello, i got this record close to 27 years ago!) and some of the most heart felt lyrics ever, this - the first big star lp along with the other two el pee's by these guys just never stop to amaze. i recall seeing alex/chilton at al's bar in l.a. in 84 or so and i the wide eyed hopeful was thinking he'd do songs like "el goodo" or "thirteen" - instead he did not do one big star song. and he looked like he was pissed off the entire time...i loved it. bastard. so, hit the link here and listen to memphis lx and his co-horts in all their glory.

and after this weekend, i feel like i'm dying...i'm never gonna live again