I saw Cunty and Dumb-Dumb coming out of the Subway entrance near the Atlantic Center in Brooklyn. I haven't seen them in three years, but it seems appropriate somehow that they would reappear at this juncture in my life. A reminder of the past before a new future begins.
They still suck though.
I'll leave you with a quote from my sister Sharis when we were discussing shopping trips in preparation for the wedding: "We have some hose, now all we need are Spanx." Out of context awesomeness!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Rotation: July 15 to July 22
Wild Mountain Nation by Blitzen Trapper | Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga by Spoon | Fur and Gold by Bat for Lashes | Fourteen Autumns and Fifteen Winters by The Twilight Sad | Zeitgeist by Smashing Pumpkins | And the Glass-handed Kites by MEW | Attack Decay Sustain Release by Simian Mobile Disco | The Trinity by Sean Paul | Bring It Back by Mates of State
Keys, Wallet, Phone...AND WHITE HOT RAGE!
Today is my last day of work as full-time Steven before I run off, get married, enroll in a graduate program and return as part-time Steven. Some people saw fit to give me cards and gifts. Others decided to clean out the fridge ahead of schedule and threw my lunch in the garbage. I got your number, fridge nazi. And while it may seem like I'm sitting contentedly at my computer, perusing the "Items We Carry" pool on flickr, I'm actually quietly seething while brainstorming secure places to dispose of your dismembered body.
Working world? You won't be missed.
Working world? You won't be missed.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Listen: Podcast, no24
I got this one just in under the three month deadline. Silly derelict Steven. Enjoy:
“That’s Not My Name” by The Ting TingsAs usual, the podcast is available through RSS or iTunes. Here are the appropriate links:
“Rag & Bone” by The White Stripes
“The Underdog” by Spoon
“Pace or the Patience” by Love of Diagrams
“Music Is My Hot Hot Sex” by CSS
“Sealings” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
“60 Revolutions” by Gogol Bordello
“The Heinrich Maneuver” by Interpol
“Forever Indebted” by Shout Out Out Out Out
“A Message to You Rudy” by The Specials
“Jealous Guy” by Art Brut
“Body Baby” by Pharoahe Monch
“Leyendecker” by Battles
“Cherry Bomb” by The Runaways
“Down Boy” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
* Subscribe to the enhanced podcast. (rss)That's it for episode 23. Here is a list of tracks played to date! Please tell your friends. Please tell me what you think. Please post a link on your blogs. Please use the hotline: (206) 202-3142. Please tune in for a new episode next weekend.
* Subscribe to the mp3 podcast. (rss)
* Click here to visit the "Pleasing To Your Ears" page in the iTunes Music Store, where you can pick and choose from available episodes.
* no24 :: Promises, Some of Them Empty (mp3)
* no24 :: Promises, Some of Them Empty (enhanced)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Linkology: 07.10.07
Hey sons and daughters of hungry posts! It's time to drink deep from the trough of new and old links:
* I LIKE TOWTLES!
* Site's 70s-era designs for BEST stores
* A few thousand sci-fi magazine covers
* Select 7-11 stores have been converted to Kwik-E-Marts as a promotional tool for the upcoming Simpsons movie
* Conan talks Simpsons
* The Ninth Floor, a photojournalists depiction of the reality of drugs in NYC (NSFW)
* Owen Wilson's TOTALLY REAL frontside noseblunt (as directed by Spike Jonze)
* Guys and Dolls, a doc about men and their real dolls (NSFW, but still so, so awesome)
* Jason Lee never met a paycheck he didn't like
* MoCCA compares 25 comic artist's childhood scribble to their current work
* The White Stripes are playing spontaneous, secret, super-intimate shows in Canada
* New Seven Wonders of the World
* Toypography block letters spell words in English and Japanese
* 30,000 matchheads go boom
* Sagmeister in Belgrade
* Stasi smell museum
Friday, July 06, 2007
Stewart's Kenya Journals
As I mentioned earlier in the week, my parents are in Nairobi for two weeks. My Mother is spending the first week attending an international conference for women, sponsored by the YWCA, which means my Dad is left to his own devices. He sends a journal entry to my sisters and I each day. What follows are excerpts from Stewart's Kenya Journals:
Kenya Journal #1
Dear Kids,
Chaos Rules! I guess we should have expected it when the guy said he'd check our bags all the way to Nairobi. We arrived, but the bags didn't (or just haven't yet-- I hope). We flew United to Chicago and only made the plane because the Virgin Atlantic ticket agent walked us to the head of the security line. At London Heathrow, we found the stories were true. We had Two Hours and Twenty Minutes to make the connection and I had to jump the line to get a boarding pass before the plane left (and then they held the plane). This was the day they discovered the two potential car-bombs in London.
One of the things I did was to check the rate we're paying here. The normal rate is $300 a night, but we're paying $140. When I checked the rate, I found that it includes a breakfast in the resturant. We'd been afraid to venture to the resturant because of the way we look (I bought a comb and toothpaste today). It's all in asking the right questions.
I took a trip back to the air port to do a second look for the bags and had a long talk with "Big John" who was driving the cab. Nice guy. The road to the airport, on one side, runs along the edge of one of the national parks (yes think wild animals), but it's pretty far out. Traffic is suicidal here. Literacy is only a recent requirement for driving busses.
Today as your mom and I walked to the Mall, I saw Big John and said hello and shook hands with him. Your mom gave me a strange look and I told her "I know people here," which made the look get even stranger until she figured it out.
All for now, more later as the adventure develops.
-Dad
Kenya Journal #2
Hey kids,
It's 3:00 a.m. local. We're eight hours ahead of you (that's two more than London), so It's 7:43 P.M. there in San Antonio. We haven't been able to completely adjust our circadian clocks yet, so we're still waking up at odd hours. I know I'll be sleepy again in about half an hour, so I thought I'd supplement Journal #1 instead of stare at the walls.
One of the plesent things about our room is the choir. We're right across from the University and every afternoon there is a choir that practices in a courtyard across the street on the University grounds. We know this since we are on the 15th floor and have a great view. The first day they were standing in a circle and swaying while they sang. Today it sounded like church music - hymns. The trafic is heavy on University Avenue and we have the windows closed, but still the music gets in. Ever since the first day, they are sitting down when they sing. They sound great and the volume must be awsome down on the ground floor.
Yesterday I was more restless than today. I woke up just before dawn. I could tell it was near dawn from the volume of traffic going down University Avenue. Just as the busses used to announce the dawn in Oaxaca, the cars announce it here. Regardless, I'll swear I heard the Muzzin's call to prayer. There is a large Muslim population here, so it's possible. It would be broadcast from a loudspeaker from the minerette of the local mosque.
On my air port trip with Big John, I came back to the cab at sundown and there were three cabbies on their knees, heads pressed to a piece of cardboard praying in the parking lot. That's the first time I've seen Muslims in prayer. We didn't even see it in Turkey, but of course they're pretty secular.
The weather here is great. We're at 1700 meters, maybe 6,000 feet. The weather is coolish at night and not sweltering during the day. We're just below the equator, so it is winter here. It rains, or tries to rain every afternoon, but we're not in the real rainy season yet. I think that when the real rains come late in July and over the next two months, the water holes will fill up out in the parks and the game will start to migrate. We're supposedly in the Gnu migration season, but we're really earl and might not see to much movement.
Our suite is littered with drying clothes. Alma washed last night and thinks here socks won't dry by the morning (althought the underwear might), so she thinks she'll attend the conference in the socks I bought yesterday (she forgot to buy any). She told me this just as I was about to wash my own travel socks. I think I'll have to buy another pair tomorrow, or maybe a pair for her.
Well the hour is late (or early -- 4:00 a.m.), and the cycadian rhythms are getting to me.
All for now,
dad
Kenya Journal #1
Dear Kids,
Chaos Rules! I guess we should have expected it when the guy said he'd check our bags all the way to Nairobi. We arrived, but the bags didn't (or just haven't yet-- I hope). We flew United to Chicago and only made the plane because the Virgin Atlantic ticket agent walked us to the head of the security line. At London Heathrow, we found the stories were true. We had Two Hours and Twenty Minutes to make the connection and I had to jump the line to get a boarding pass before the plane left (and then they held the plane). This was the day they discovered the two potential car-bombs in London.
One of the things I did was to check the rate we're paying here. The normal rate is $300 a night, but we're paying $140. When I checked the rate, I found that it includes a breakfast in the resturant. We'd been afraid to venture to the resturant because of the way we look (I bought a comb and toothpaste today). It's all in asking the right questions.
I took a trip back to the air port to do a second look for the bags and had a long talk with "Big John" who was driving the cab. Nice guy. The road to the airport, on one side, runs along the edge of one of the national parks (yes think wild animals), but it's pretty far out. Traffic is suicidal here. Literacy is only a recent requirement for driving busses.
Today as your mom and I walked to the Mall, I saw Big John and said hello and shook hands with him. Your mom gave me a strange look and I told her "I know people here," which made the look get even stranger until she figured it out.
All for now, more later as the adventure develops.
-Dad
Kenya Journal #2
Hey kids,
It's 3:00 a.m. local. We're eight hours ahead of you (that's two more than London), so It's 7:43 P.M. there in San Antonio. We haven't been able to completely adjust our circadian clocks yet, so we're still waking up at odd hours. I know I'll be sleepy again in about half an hour, so I thought I'd supplement Journal #1 instead of stare at the walls.
One of the plesent things about our room is the choir. We're right across from the University and every afternoon there is a choir that practices in a courtyard across the street on the University grounds. We know this since we are on the 15th floor and have a great view. The first day they were standing in a circle and swaying while they sang. Today it sounded like church music - hymns. The trafic is heavy on University Avenue and we have the windows closed, but still the music gets in. Ever since the first day, they are sitting down when they sing. They sound great and the volume must be awsome down on the ground floor.
Yesterday I was more restless than today. I woke up just before dawn. I could tell it was near dawn from the volume of traffic going down University Avenue. Just as the busses used to announce the dawn in Oaxaca, the cars announce it here. Regardless, I'll swear I heard the Muzzin's call to prayer. There is a large Muslim population here, so it's possible. It would be broadcast from a loudspeaker from the minerette of the local mosque.
On my air port trip with Big John, I came back to the cab at sundown and there were three cabbies on their knees, heads pressed to a piece of cardboard praying in the parking lot. That's the first time I've seen Muslims in prayer. We didn't even see it in Turkey, but of course they're pretty secular.
The weather here is great. We're at 1700 meters, maybe 6,000 feet. The weather is coolish at night and not sweltering during the day. We're just below the equator, so it is winter here. It rains, or tries to rain every afternoon, but we're not in the real rainy season yet. I think that when the real rains come late in July and over the next two months, the water holes will fill up out in the parks and the game will start to migrate. We're supposedly in the Gnu migration season, but we're really earl and might not see to much movement.
Our suite is littered with drying clothes. Alma washed last night and thinks here socks won't dry by the morning (althought the underwear might), so she thinks she'll attend the conference in the socks I bought yesterday (she forgot to buy any). She told me this just as I was about to wash my own travel socks. I think I'll have to buy another pair tomorrow, or maybe a pair for her.
Well the hour is late (or early -- 4:00 a.m.), and the cycadian rhythms are getting to me.
All for now,
dad
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Things That Go Boom in the Night
Some friends of mine that live in Long Island City had a 4th soirée last night, so I whipped up some Sex in a Pan and stopped by. Their building is a stone's throw from the East River where the barges for one iteration of the Macy's extravaganza were poised to light up the sky. I've seen countless fireworks shows over the years, but none can compare to the visceral experience of being that close. You could feel the big ones thumping in your chest.
Amidst all the sparkle and flash, my friend Carlos, who has lived in NY for ages, said, "Well, this sure beats the last time I stood on a roof watching something explode." HA!
Amidst all the sparkle and flash, my friend Carlos, who has lived in NY for ages, said, "Well, this sure beats the last time I stood on a roof watching something explode." HA!
Monday, July 02, 2007
Kin(ya)
My parents are in Nairobi. Shavonne received this message via my Mom's newly enabled Blackberry with int'l coverage:
Arrived safe, minus bags. Tell other kids. E-mail tough. --DadJealousy, thy name is Steve.
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