Best cover song ever?

I’m gonna do my best to not break my composure today.

It would be the first time I was successful, if it works out. Fingers crossed.

I’m so tired.

But everything feels like an emergency lately.

I wonder if this will be explored in the film.

Greg Rucka Confirms Wonder Woman Is Queer and “Themyscira Is a Queer Culture” in New Interview

When the rest of the world is an actual tire fire, at least you have homemade pesto pizza.

I updated my profile images so I look like I’m wealthy.

Maybe the ruling class will mistake me for someone important after the election sorts itself out.

About the size of a 50 cent piece.

In our kitchen.

Should I be worried?

That was just word salad at the end. None of it made sense.

Is it possible he’s a bot constructing rhetoric via algorithm?

I never want to hear any man talk about his stamina, let alone him. Having him question hers seems really gross.

“Words matter.”

Best thing I’ve heard all election cycle.

Why are they just letting him babble for so long?

I want to hear Howard Stern’s point of view.

Fuck Hannity, tho.

Hillary looks like one of the ambassadors that would guest on a diplomatic-heavy episode of Star Trek: TNG.

Today Darby Crash would have been 58 years old.

Happy birthday. Now: Go listen to the Germs.

You could use a break. Maybe a pedicure? You earned it.

I’m at the meeting where we are discussing why we are #thankful4KMUZ, and I’m getting pretty excited.

I need the one that says, “I’m sorry I had to stop following you on social media, but your politics are just not tenable.”

That’s better.

This is getting out of control.

Cottage Grove hasn’t changed much since I left in 1994. Even with the technological and cultural shifts over time, the buildings and the people are all stuck in the 90’s, with the addition of dispensaries and Trump signs. Our old house on Thornton Lane just looks more run down, and the town seems saggier and worn-out. Part of me wanted to take pictures, but even those would have felt dishonest and misrepresentative of what I remember, and how I feel about that place. Could any photo, any status update – any communicated thought – could that live up to the memory of your High School experience?

We’re gonna have a CG Party tonight.
(Alright?)

“To all the kids with…

Headgear and braces and freckly faces
Glasses and acne and foster care families
Eating disorders who sit on the corners
Bikes with a basket and pants with elastic

Retards and spastics and Star Trek fanatics
And guys in gymnastics with lives that are tragic
Chess club contenders with speculative genders
Friends they imagine with matching pajamas.

Mom loves us all.”

– The Vandals.

Get you a partner who can do both.

Feeling super energized by seeing such and excellent set by Fiasco Free Improvisation.

The fact I got to record and mix it (and hang out with them) was incidental.

Thanks again guys, for such an excellent night.

10 PM, Sharp. Live music on Mid-Valley Mutations, on KMUZ. We are offering Fiasco Free Improvisation, jazzy improv fun. Tune in.

Fiasco Free Improvisation getting set up at KMUZ.

Yes, FB. I’m registered to vote.

It’s nice to know you care.

In light of the recent diagnosis, I rewatched this piece. This is how I want to remember Terry Jones. A brilliant physical comedian who is abstract and surreal and very, very sympathetic.

Python means the world to me. His mind really shaped it heavily. It’s sad to know that he is no longer able to make new amazing things for the world. Hopefully, I can remember what incredible things he left behind.

I think I finally found the phrase that will go on my tombstone:

“I’m just: word salad.” – Merlin Mann

The three fictional characters meme is a lot more interesting than most, for sure. I’ve been fictional and in so many stories that I forget it’s novel to most folks.

This guy is pretty cute.

We all need to look at this.

A lot.

And think about what it means, to each of us.

Because I don’t like what I see. And I want change.
https://www.vox.com/a/police-shootings-ferguson-map

“This is your quarterly reminder that money is not real, and your continued obsession with it is not only shameful, but reflects poorly on your character.”

– A Decent Fucking Human Being

I need to remember this. The awful people in the world all think they are doing good, and lashing out at everyone is how they handle being told the truth.

My copy of Wizard of Oz has been missing for a while. And, it doesn’t seem to get the yearly TV treatment it once got. I guess Amazon has it streaming, but there’s something about this movie that “feels” broadcast to me, even when I know it isn’t.

Maybe it is silly to say that this is the greatest film ever made? I don’t care. It is. It pushes all the right buttons, it makes me cry, the songs are memorable, and there’s so many myths and rumors about it that it “feels” like the right thing to say. What could be better? Nothing in the last 70 plus years can match this magic.

Anyway, I now have a copy again. And I will watch it once a year, at least. It’s not the same as watching it on TV every year, but hopefully Marla can tolerate me watching this and bawling once in a while. She’s already used to me crying over the Popeye Musical when I make her watch that with me.

Most of Space Ghost Coast To Coast is now available to stream for free. We’ll miss you, C. Martin Crocker.
http://www.adultswim.com/videos/space-ghost-coast-to-coast

Someone in our school has too much free time.

Decorating early.

When I was growing up, a 40 year old person was an adult, and both older and younger people were chastised if they didn’t respect that an adult could positively contribute to the world around us.

Now, I’m treated like a child, belittled by both the younger and older generations because I am out of touch with what’s really going on.

Why do I want to be a decent human again?

I’m pretty sure that it happened, but just the thought of someone going to The Cotton Club in its heyday, and not watching the acts, just makes me so frustrated. What a missed opportunity.

Jeremy Hight erased this post, too.

It is raining and we made tea.

I’m so freaking happy right now.

Marla turned me onto this article, and she is usually the one that I have these kinds of conversations with, because she is very articulate, and very astute, too.

I have wrestled with this, as a fan of old movies (Holiday Inn), old books (Robert E. Howard), old records (Al Jolson), and old comics (anything where they draw “female” superheroes), many of which are outrightly sexist, racist, or what-have-you. (Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tiki Culture, and The Angry Samoans all come to mind as Problematic Culture that I really, really love.)

I try to question when things are not appropriate, and make sure my privilege as a white guy isn’t, “Well, actually…”ing the younger generations to death with my insistence that The Who are great (when they’re really just a bunch of old White Guys who demean women and wish they were teenagers). Robert Crumb is hard to really like, because of these reasons, but I love reading his comics anyway. Sometimes, BECAUSE they portray points of view I find hard to reconcile.

I think this is a great article that tackles this notion head on. I don’t want to say, “Let’s promote racist things because we can discuss them intellectually and that makes racism okay,” but rather, “I think we can all learn from the imperfections of humanity, ourselves included, and maybe our own privilege can offer us a chance to discuss these things intellectually, and see what we can gain from our narrow points of view.”

I just want to be up front about the fact that the things I like are not for everyone, and that I hope that doesn’t paint me as awful as the things I love. I just hope I’m honest with myself about how these things aren’t always acceptable by modern standards.

Anyway: this was a good read. I recommend it.
http://www.socialjusticeleague.net/2011/09/how-to-be-a-fan-of-problematic-things/

Raining and coldish and Fall is coming.

Yasss.

It’s been a couple weeks since Mid-Valley Mutations was “live,” and it feels good to be back in the KMUZ studios. I’m on at 10 Sharp with live music. And behind every good radio host… is the most patient partner in the world.

WORK IN AS A WAIT RESS
IN A COCK TAIL BAAAAAAAAAR

This is the best thing on the Inter-Web-A-Tron right now.

This is stuck in my head, thanks to Vicki Bennett of People Like Us (musician).

I just need the Ivanka Trump overlay to make it complete.

Step One: Stop posting things online.

Step Two: Enjoy the privacy.

What would make you happy right now? #Honestly

Day Three: in an office of all professors and me, I still find pee on the toilet seat every time I try to use it.

The desert must grow.

Grape Nuts for breakfast.

Because I already wear a denture, so I might as well act like I’m retired anyway.

Like having a child, caring for someone older than you takes all of your heart, and reveals everything about you.

Chicken Pot Pie!

I can’t explain how much I loved Stranger Things Season 1.

RIP Fitbit. 2012 – 2016.

Been saving the last episode of Stranger Things.

Here we go.

“[…]

My great-grandparents said that my grandparents were lazy, their culture was poor, and that they never understand hardship.

My grandparents said that my parents were lazy, their culture was poor, and that they never understand hardship.

My parents said that we were lazy, our culture was poor, and that we never understand hardship.

The cycle of abuse ends with my generation.”

First Day / New Job.

We made it. Feyd Rautha is fine, we’re in one piece, and it is time for the last few hours of my vacation before…

Work tomorrow? That’s gotta be a type-o.

One last road meal at Namaste before we make the return home.

Mmmmmm. Indian food.

Of course, a flight to PDX takes this long.

And, to cap off the trip, we visited the Pilsen, Chicago neighborhood, for shopping and street art watching. Scored a Flip Wilson record, and took a ton of photos. A relaxing way to end our trip if you ask me.

Portillo’s for lunch.

What did I do wrong this time? I wasn’t internet corrected or, “Actually…”-ed once yesterday.

Not a single time.

Am I not making enough mistakes? Am I bad at fucking things up, too?

I just want to be the best at something, and now this? What did I do wrong now?

Our food tour of Chicago continues with our “now we’re really poor” trip to Eataly Chicago, where we will basically gain 10 pounds in cheese, wine and meats. Thanks for the tip, Victoria.

Now, we gorge.

Tourist day walking around, ending at The John Handcock Building. This is the tallest building I’ve ever been in, and the view is incredible. We also sacrificed a single dollar to a street gent, which seems fair considering how many other times people have tried to rip us off so far.

Four days in a row, and boy are my dogs barking. Time for vodka.

Way to ruin my vacation, stupid architecture.

Let’s see where today takes us.

It’s been a week and four years since I quit cigarettes.

Now I just have to quit everything else.

I still feel like I’m on acid all the time, though.

Holy Cats. The Art Institute of Chicago is pretty fun, too. And there’s a ton to see that isn’t featured in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. If I’m not careful I’ll just upload the entire roll. After almost six hours we had to call it quits, and I feel like I saw half of it.

I guess a return trip is in order.

I’m up to three mistakes today, and I’ve been wrong six times now.

I’m getting pretty good at this. It’s a contest, right? To make as many as possible, constantly?

I’m gonna see how many more I can make today.

I finally found something I’m good at.

Let me state far and wide, for all the world to hear:

I was wrong, again, today, and the Internet corrected me. I will admit it, loud and proud: I WAS WRONG.

That makes every single day in a row so far.

Good thing this happens to everyone everyday, or i’d really be embarrassed.

Why does Starbucks always have such shitty music playing?

Wait: why am I in a Starbucks?

Chicago rain!

It’s still 80 degrees, though.

Finally saw Silence of The Lambs.

That shit’s pretty funny!

So, they basically borrowed the visual look of Twin Peaks & The X Files, and no one cried?

Huh.

Guys, grunge is now officially Classic Rock.

Which would mean something if the classic rock stations hadn’t been playing it for 10 years already.

My first Chicago style pizza.

I’m sorry to say that I will not be returning to Salem, and instead will be moving into The Field Museum. Marla and I will live in the conservation exhibit, as no one seems to go there but us. I’ll miss you all, but I can’t leave this place. I’m giving up the rest of my life for this place, because it is incredible.

Do you think Sue is single?

Well, shit.

A fountain.

Maybe the best thing in Chicago so far.

What’s all this then?

The Shedd Aquarium is pretty rad.

Made it to Reckless Records, and scored some pretty great stuff. Dickie Goodman/Flying Saucer, Bob & Ray, Spike Jones, Les Paul and Mary Ford, Dr. Demento, Edmond de Luca, Proctor and Bergman, Nichols & May, Yma Sumac AND the WNUF Halloween Special TV28 record.

Plus Ash Corbin gifted me a bat-shaped record, Circus Royale AND the Chimpmunk Punk LP.

Hell fuckin’ yeah.

We found the Portland district of Chicago. The place we had empanadas at was listening to the Portlandia soundtrack while we watched a Tindr date unfold. The donut shop was serving Stumptown coffee. Wicker Park is just PDX with more Cubs and Bulls fans.

Rode the El for the first time, and had some great German sausages and listened to a great accordionist.

I’m starting to love Chi-town.

“Your in-flight movie is: Airplane.”

I’m hungry.

Hungry for tacos.

Pre-flight preparedness.

I’ll be in Chicago tomorrow.

Do I know anyone who will be there, too?

Well, shit. Tacos on every corner.

Guess I’m changing my vote.

I thought it was The American Way to prefer to sit down?

‘Tis the season.

And I’m ready for it.