4.17.2008
4.14.2008
Definitions: Speaker Crackle
Speaker Crackle: (noun) Hiccups.
"I can't understand a thing Sarah's saying on this message. Her speaker crackle is fierce."
"I can't understand a thing Sarah's saying on this message. Her speaker crackle is fierce."
4.11.2008
Something about this
The two following poems appeared in Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac and stuck with me for a couple of months; something in the way the form intersects with the thought, the thrust. Instead of having these kick around my inbox forever, I'm placing them here.
Aftermath
by George Held, from Grounded
Finishing Line Press, 2007
It's not the storm itself—wind and rain lashing shore,
uprooting trees, toppling poles and dousing lights,
flooding cellars and roads, capsizing boats—
but the aftermath—the bright calm, the pair
of drowned cats crumpled against the picket fence,
the parlor of Izzy's shack open for inspection,
the walls fallen flat on all sides, your own
roof filling the front yard, covering your car,
and your own twin daughters dazed by Nature's
petulance—that makes you reconsider
your life and weigh your possessions and the cost
of putting down stakes too near the coast
as the globe warms, and storms grow worse
~
Montana
by Gary Johnson
A great many small failures have brought me to this
Dark room where, against the teachings of the church,
I lie in the forgiving dark with you and we kiss
And loosen our clothing and feel the hot urge
Toward nakedness, man's natural destination,
The slow unbuttoning, unclasping, until at last
We lie revealed. The fine sensation
Of you on my skin. A slender woman as vast
As Montana and I am now heading west
On a winding road through the dark contours
Of mountains and into a valley, coming to rest
In a meadow that I recognize as yours.
This is what I drove across North Dakota to find:
This sweet nest. And put all my failed life behind.
Aftermath
by George Held, from Grounded
Finishing Line Press, 2007
It's not the storm itself—wind and rain lashing shore,
uprooting trees, toppling poles and dousing lights,
flooding cellars and roads, capsizing boats—
but the aftermath—the bright calm, the pair
of drowned cats crumpled against the picket fence,
the parlor of Izzy's shack open for inspection,
the walls fallen flat on all sides, your own
roof filling the front yard, covering your car,
and your own twin daughters dazed by Nature's
petulance—that makes you reconsider
your life and weigh your possessions and the cost
of putting down stakes too near the coast
as the globe warms, and storms grow worse
~
Montana
by Gary Johnson
A great many small failures have brought me to this
Dark room where, against the teachings of the church,
I lie in the forgiving dark with you and we kiss
And loosen our clothing and feel the hot urge
Toward nakedness, man's natural destination,
The slow unbuttoning, unclasping, until at last
We lie revealed. The fine sensation
Of you on my skin. A slender woman as vast
As Montana and I am now heading west
On a winding road through the dark contours
Of mountains and into a valley, coming to rest
In a meadow that I recognize as yours.
This is what I drove across North Dakota to find:
This sweet nest. And put all my failed life behind.
4.10.2008
The End Times Jive
When we arrived, it was closed.
The giant plaster tea pot--made of the same material those roadside dinosaurs were poured, general American hope and plaster, probably able to withstand a nuclear blast--was shut. It and roaches will be all that remain when we're dust. Teapots and dinosaurs and roaches.
We saw old friends (Hi Pat!) and made new, saw great bands and also rans, and generally had a time.
If you joined us then, or at Cafe Racer, thank you. Your support is everything.
This coming Wednesday, we play a show at the one venue in this city perfectly suited to our stylistic and acoustic desires: The Jewelbox Theater. We will assist Pillow Army and Hardison. The latter of which opened the Jive for us, like thus:
Hardison
The End Times
Paul and Deborah Paige
Aurora Roarers
The giant plaster tea pot--made of the same material those roadside dinosaurs were poured, general American hope and plaster, probably able to withstand a nuclear blast--was shut. It and roaches will be all that remain when we're dust. Teapots and dinosaurs and roaches.
We saw old friends (Hi Pat!) and made new, saw great bands and also rans, and generally had a time.
If you joined us then, or at Cafe Racer, thank you. Your support is everything.
This coming Wednesday, we play a show at the one venue in this city perfectly suited to our stylistic and acoustic desires: The Jewelbox Theater. We will assist Pillow Army and Hardison. The latter of which opened the Jive for us, like thus:
Hardison
The End Times
Paul and Deborah Paige
Aurora Roarers
things I thought filing
With long tendon flexes sunk subdermally along the length
of a spindle puppet construction, a dutiful judyless punch
pulls low threads of voice from his decantered cork ear
and, following dusty graphs and glyphs, hearthewn,
knits etymological maps under dusty overhangs,
pressed wood cabinet sausage planks,
hermetically cased with the key cardinal scarlett
his slender flesh peninsulas, shanks of purpose
building alphabetical totems.
of a spindle puppet construction, a dutiful judyless punch
pulls low threads of voice from his decantered cork ear
and, following dusty graphs and glyphs, hearthewn,
knits etymological maps under dusty overhangs,
pressed wood cabinet sausage planks,
hermetically cased with the key cardinal scarlett
his slender flesh peninsulas, shanks of purpose
building alphabetical totems.
4.05.2008
Infinity flirts again
Troops
Please join The End Times this Saturday night, April 5 2008, for a
free performance at our beloved Cafe Racer in the University District
of Seattle, WA. Cafe Racer is a very small, relatively intimate and
utterly friendly space that we can't endorse enough. Don't worry,
there's liquor there.
Also performing will be Mostly Dimes.
CAFE RACER
5828 Roosevelt Way N.E.
Seattle, WA 98105
(206) 523-5282
Thank you for your attention.
The End Times
Please join The End Times this Saturday night, April 5 2008, for a
free performance at our beloved Cafe Racer in the University District
of Seattle, WA. Cafe Racer is a very small, relatively intimate and
utterly friendly space that we can't endorse enough. Don't worry,
there's liquor there.
Also performing will be Mostly Dimes.
CAFE RACER
5828 Roosevelt Way N.E.
Seattle, WA 98105
(206) 523-5282
Thank you for your attention.
The End Times
4.03.2008
Definitions: Company Picnic
Company Picnic (noun): Sexual activity with (potential) coworkers.
"That boy in accounting is cute. You should invite him to a company picnic."
"That boy in accounting is cute. You should invite him to a company picnic."
4.01.2008
I've eaten here so many times
The Seattle Department of Health has ordered Rancho Bravos Tacos truck—on 2nd Ave North and North 45th—to close after inspectors found several health violations, including improper food storage and inadequate hand washing facilities.
Found on Slog and mentioned here (among many other things).
The truck is open again tonight, like a meat-scented mirage. I know I'll eat there soon, but where it always felt like an ill-advised idea before, now it seems like I'm actively courting e.coli.
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