Monday, July 31, 2006
hey mike, i talked to a girl on the gravy rangers on the bus today. she goes to u of o. who is it?
we should have a quiz mike thing everyday on here. or not, whichever. ha, our friend joe aka fugue was in her dorm.
i went to the csny concert with my dad and brothers friday. it was for father's day. it was my idea.
[when i realized it was on the same weekend as the pitchfork music festival in chicago i went quite awhile without mentioning it. but then shakeer couldn't go, and my dj friend from nd couldn't. and even fucking awesome events like that lose a lot of their fun without someone to share it with, which i learned at sasquatch. it wouldn't be worth the roughly four hundred i'd spend to see it, was my logic. i decided to get the video ipod instead. just yesterday i recalculated how much i'd have made over the summer and came up with an extra three fifty. that kinda blew. its probably the strongest gathering of musicians yet assembled during my lifetime. end longest brackets ever.]
csny were pretty much my dad's favorite music group growing up, and he'd never seen them live. it was tim's first concert too. the first third was mainly off neil young's new anti-war album. without the hundred person gospel choir it lost some of the little punch it had. it was okay. after intermission they played almost exclusively old stuff. highlights for me were ohio, for what it's worth, and a nearly twenty minute rockin' in the free world that fucking destroyed. neil young, i think the coolest man on the planet, broke a guitar string at i think the fourteen minute mark. stephen stills is a sick guitar player too. crosby is a has-been and i have a sneaking suspicion that nash was always a poser.
saturday during the day i headed over to the pdx pop now festival to see thanksgiving. it was at the loveland, about a mile and a half upriver from omsi. it's a very cool place. i wish i would have brought my camera. pictures always make blog posts better. anyway he's this skinny kid hardly older than us, from portland, and he performed with two drummers, a guitarist, a bassist, a trombone player, a trumpet player, and a tambourine girl with a handkerchief over her face. it was a great show. phil elvrum (microphones, mount eerie, etc.) has said "the best songs ever written are being written right now by adrian orange (thanksgiving)." he's like a mentor i hear. i'm not so sure, but i think i'll buy as many of his records as i can find. the show was not nearly long enough, but not because he didn't want to play his entire catalog.
sunday i went on a bike ride along the esplanade and over along this big connected walkway for the riverfront condos after crossing the fremont bridge. then thru the pearl. i guess i hadn't been to the pearl yet. i don't have an inclination to go back. then along the waterfront past the brewersfest and back home over the hawthorne. we should have a bike ride soon.
zoobombing was on globe trekker.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
We built some stuff. It looked like this. Actually the majority of my work (spent welding outside in the lovely Kentucky weather) is unseen, as we built a fly system for those painted drops, where there was nothing 3 weeks earlier.
And now Blogger is being a bitch and won'tlet me post pictures where i want. On the whole, I really enjoyed my time there...yeah the work was incredibly tiring (I've found that just standing up and walking around an outdoor shop for a few hours just drains you) but the people who worked with me made it worthwhile. So, if you have any interest in an outdoor theatre, Louisville Kentucky, kinda internship, I've got your connection.
I miss you guys and I will be home August 11th. I WILL see you then.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
July 29, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Damn, that's a bad picture:
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:
(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse.
(c) After wrecking your boss' car.
(d) One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into "The Crying Game".
(e) When she is using her teeth.
3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.
4: 4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, had sex with your sister/mother or ran over your dog on purpose, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
5: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.
6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy's choice.
8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.
10: You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend.
11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach ... and it's delivered by a topless model and only when it's free.
12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.
13: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.
14: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
15: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.
16: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.
17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.
19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.
20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response.
21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
(a) Yeah, Baby, Push it!
(b) C'mon, give me one more! Harder!
(c) Another set and we can hit the showers!
22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
22a. Always follow the public urinal bylaws;
i. When multiple urinals are open, never take one next to another male
ii. When available, always take a urinal next to a wall or stall to minimize proximity, unless violating Rule 22a-i.
iii. Alway choose the urinal with the greatest distance from another user(s)
23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.
24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was occurs.
25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.
26: Thou shalt not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.
27: The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an Xbox. End of story.
28: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever.
29: Pull out
We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below.
"GUTS" is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to say, "are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?"
"BALLS" is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next!"
We hope this clears up any confusion.
The International Council of Manhood, Ltd
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
oh ha, this wasn't it, but Hot Nurse said it was okay and happened to lots of guys. ha, i love Hot Nurse.