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Thursday, July 03,
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Git along, lil Bonesy, it's your misfortune
and none of my own
While we were practicing last night, one of the cats (probably Hubcap)
opened the back screen door. All the cats made a break for it, including
Mr. Bones,
who has never been outside unsupervised. Panic set in as we searched
the back yard. But he was nowhere in sight (and if you've met him,
you know how much he'd stand out).
We started walking around the block to see if he'd pop up somewhere.
M asked the neighbors if they had seen any big fat white cats strolling
by. This prompted the little old lady who lives two doors down to
tell us "Every morning a white cat walks right in front of
the house." She seemed quite fixated on this, and kept repeating
it. We continued on to the community garden that connects to our
yard, but there was no cat in evidence. M continued around the block
and I went back to the house. On the way I found A talking to the
neighbors and patiently listening to the story about the white cat
that walks in front of the house every morning. I went to the yard
and found Mr. Bones wandering along the back fence, looking very
much like a heifer out to pasture.
We went out to wait for M to get back, trying to think of what
to tell him ("He was in the bathtub the whole time!",
"We saw the neighbor's dog and he had white fur around his
mouth, and looked sated and happy.") But we figured he'd had
enough stress. A wanted to scam on the cute women who moved in across
the street with the all-purpose pickup line of "Have you ladies
seen a big fat white cat come by here?" but since the cat had
already been located, I felt this would be disingenuous. So we just
went to the Alibi.
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Wednesday, July
02, 2003 at 12:07:09 (EDT) |
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Kettle bones burn in the kitchen
George Bush is an ass.
He's a tough guy when he doesn't actually have to worry about getting
blown up. Jerk.
Moving on to lighter fare, here are more pictures.
Today it's no cats and no pictures of yours truly. This batch is
mostly friends of mine, plus some fishermen I met in a bar in Ireland.
 Note:
There may be cute baby pictures here, so proceed with caution.
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Tuesday, July 01,
2003 at 12:05:50 (EDT) |
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Preserve your memories, they're all that's
left you
I just found some old photos while looking for an envelope. I got
this scanner a few weeks ago, but have hardly used it at all, so I
scanned a few that I liked. I may start doing this with some frequency,
as I need to build up my digital photo albums. I suppose I could also
buy an analog photo album and actually put the pictures inside it,
but then all of blogworld would miss out on it. Plus I know I'll never
look at them if they aren't online. Let's be honest, those photo albums
are heavy and unruly.
 Click
on the two losers to see the first installment (it's only a few
pictures).
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Monday, June 30,
2003 at 11:40:32 (EDT) |
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And then the hammer came down
One of the more difficult decisions in planning Saturday's party was
scheduling. Normally, we'd have the party on Friday, since A has to
work Saturday nights. But we didn't want to miss the Oneida/Company/Cunts
show on Friday (which totally rocked, by the way), and we figured
the party would just be getting going by the time A got off work at
11:30. The final obstacle was the show at Prospect Park. It was a
tribute to Leonard Cohen, featuring, among other Wainwrights, our
neighbor Martha.
Marc Ribot
was also slated to play, something I definitely would have liked to
see. But next week is July 4th, and we really wanted to have at least
two parties this month, so we went ahead with it anyway. Little did
we know what we were missing out on.
According to Josh,
who managed to attend the show and make it to the party, not only
were Rufus and Martha Wainwright there (as well as their mom Kate
McGarrigle), but friggin' Nick
Cave showed up! Dammit. I know he's a huge fan of Leonard Cohen
(in fact, it seems he is trying to actually become him these
days), but I never honestly thought the guy would make it all the
way to Brooklyn. Oh, the pain of it all. Laurie
Anderson also put in an appearance as well. Grr. It's not like
I haven't checked the calendar on the Celebrate
Brooklyn website, where all of these artists are listed. But
I'm comfortably certain there was no mention of Nick Cave on the
list two weeks ago. What a tragedy. It's probably just as well I'll
be out of town when Stephen
Malkmus plays there next month. His special guest is probably
Iggy Pop.
Anyhow, tonight I'm gonna work back some karma by seeing Martha
perform at Arlene
Grocery. The show is at 7 PM; I seem to be going to a lot of
early shows these days. I guess that's what happens when you start
to get old.
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Monday, June 30,
2003 at 00:08:04 (EDT) |
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Do me a favor, open the door and let em
in
Thanks to everybody who made it out to the party. I like forcing all
these disparate people together, it's part sociability, part sociological
experiment. The tent held up okay (I was pretty sure somebody would
trip over the cords and bring down the house, as it were), and only
a few people were pelted with mulberries. Maybe the next party should
be held at the far back end of the yard. But then we'd never have
a chance of hearing the doorbell.
The doorbell has increasingly become an issue at these gatherings.
Even though it's really loud inside the house, once in the back
yard you can't really hear it ringing if there is the slightest
background noise (stereo, somebody expounding on the virtues of
White Castle chicken
rings). Consequently, I fear a few people may have been stranded
out front. If that happened to you, I am truly sorry. If you were
pragmatic you would have joined in the stoop party going on two
doors down.
So today we've been discussing solutions. I felt that the answer
was a wireless, battery-powered doorbell that we could attach to
the gate door, taking the bell mechanism outside with us. But does
something like this exist? You damn right it does! As usual, I turned
to that cornucopia of all things gadget-related, Radio
Shack. After all these years, it's still the only place to find
those little things you know you need, like a gold-plated
3/32" mono plug-to-1/8" stereo plug adapter. Whenever
I go into Radio Shack, I feel a shudder of excitement wash over
me like I was visiting a more socially-acceptable version of a sex
shop.
Throughout the day, it became apparent that there were several
other items we might need that Radio Shack could provide. M's guitar
amp has a wonky input: $3.99 and some solder and it's fixed.
We always need more microphones: did you know they sell Shure
mics at Radio Shack? You damn skippy! And what about my door alert
conundrum? Well, If I spend 60 bucks I can get a wireless
doorbell/intercom device that would solve all our problems.
It is, however, out of stock, so we may need to get a pair of 2-way
communicators, whose practicality has escaped me until today's
discussion. The problem with those things is that people would have
to be able to push the button to make their presence known. The
only other option down this road is sadly not available at the Shack,
but we might decide price is no object and really bring our party
scene into the 21st
century.
But back to the party. At some point we had, including myself,
5 bloggers
present,
none
of whom seemed anywhere as excited by this fact as I was. And I'm
happy to report that I was not hungover this morning, even after
the Bloody Marys, Jim Beam, Corona, and José Cuervo I managed
to ingest throughout the evening. Thanks to the other José
for supplying the tequila. We'll try to overlook the missing cups.
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