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Wednesday, July
16, 2003 at 19:16:13 (EDT) |
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Stranger in Paradise
Just a quick update so your work week isn't completely wasted. I'm
back at the Online Coffee Company (I'll go back and put links in when
I get home), using their free internet access. Does this exist anywhere
in New York? Have I ever drank so much coffee in my life?
Yesterday was College Reunion Day at a park on the Sound (Puget,
you know). Ah, the nostalgia! Actually we didn't dwell too much
on the old days. In my usual absentmindedness, I forgot my camera
so I don't have any record of the affair, but suffice it to say
that everybody is doing well out here, although they were strangely
excited to hear I ran into Elliott Ratzmann at the Alibi the other
day. I guess they were more into politics at Ohio University than
I was.
I realized that present in the group was the first woman I ever
kissed in college. I mean, as long as you don't count the ill-advised
spin-the-bottle game I played some months before. Hmmm, actually
even if you do count that, the people who were kissed by me were
almost all present as well. We're all tainted by that insidious
game! That's why I refused to play it with theater people last week.
Where does it stop?
Sorry if I haven't been emailing much, I am constantly in fear
of running over the free time on the computer, at which point the
fee jumps to a staggering $.12 per minute. Actually, I can't even
check my jimmylegs mail, so it'll all have to wait til I get back
on Sunday night.
Today was hanging with Jimmy-J and his kid Roman-J. We checked
out the tide pools and the fish ladder. I will explain what that
means later. Tonight it's Steve Albini night in the garage, in which
I will produce Jim's band. Or I won't be able to get it to work
at all. Then it's off to Chop Suey to see Radio Dept, some Swedish
band. I still hope to see a band that actually resides here. Maybe
I will get lucky with the openers.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Sunday, July 13,
2003 at 16:08:35 (EDT) |
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I'm the type of guy who likes to roam around
I'm sitting here in my flannel and knit hat, stroking my goatee and
adjusting my long wallet chain at an internet cafe full of like-minded
grunge afficianados. Actually, I guess nobody dresses like that here
anymore. I'm staying at Sean's, my old college roommate, so we're
dredging up a lot of amusing anecdotes from our past, many of which
will be illustrated in future postings from my photo collections.
The plane ride was kind of horrible, mostly because instead of
turning in early Friday night, I ended up staying out, first seeing
Spellbound (which kicks ass), then going to the 119 Bar,
then to Corner Billiards for another going away party for Corey,
then, of course, to the Alibi. I slept for 45 minutes, then got
in a car and went to the airport. I don't know why I always think
I'll be able to make up sleep on the airplane. I slept a bit but
I was pretty out of it for a while once I arrived.
Saw Sean race in Redmond. He was fine after the race, but I had
to be put to bed for a while. Now my mission is to find a live band
to see before I leave. Tomorrow, Longwave and stellastar* are playing.
I don't really like those bands but it's good to see Brooklyn represented
out here.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Friday, July 11,
2003 at 10:23:46 (EDT) |
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We gotta get out of this place
It's the end of the line for me. One more day of not really getting
any work done and then I'm off to Seattle for the next week, then
off to northern California, where I shall visit wineries and smoosh
grapes with as much abandon as I smoosh mulberries in the back yard.
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suspect I will update the site a couple of times while I'm out there,
so keep checking back, though perhaps with not as great a frequency
as you do during a normal week. So today's semi-organized photo
album is all pictures from my college years. I like going over these
old pictures, but it appears I am the only one with a funny hairstyle.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Thursday, July 10,
2003 at 11:40:54 (EDT) |
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That's entertainment
Our long national nightmare is almost over. Yes, we're getting a couch!
Our friend is bringing it over on Saturday, so I won't be there to
witness it, but it should be here when I return from the west coast.
I'm glad Ikea was out of stock of that couch I almost bought.
 New
album today (this seems to be taking up the time I used to devote
to songwriting, hmm). This one is all pictures of me and my lifelong
pal J. I hope you can endure it.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Wednesday, July
09, 2003 at 15:47:34 (EDT) |
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Cut off in my prime
I going to Seattle on Saturday, so to prepare for the journey, I've
been reading up on what's going down in the Pacific Northwest. To
help smooth my transition to the west coast, I'll post a Seattle Times
article, so us New Yorkers can get a feel for what Seattlelites find
important.
The
circumcision decision: Merits of procedure debated
So this is what riles 'em up in Seattle? There are
apparently organized groups of people who protest circumcision.
I dunno, I guess circumcision is probably kind of silly and unnecessary
(though don't tell Josh
that). If the pro-circumcision lobby (hey, there's gotta be one)
wanted to turn it around, they'd start an ad campaign likening it
to getting your body pierced, or getting a tattoo. They could call
is "Baby's First Scarification." Every 8-day old kid would
want one.
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Tuesday, July 08,
2003 at 14:16:28 (EDT) |
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A real cool club, and you're not part of
it
It doesn't seem as hot today as they warned on the radio, but I finally
dragged my air conditioner up out of the basement. It has never been
used before, so I was worried it wouldn't work. But it's chugging
along and already the room temperature has dropped 10 degrees. I can
almost feel the ConEd bill stacking up ever higher.
My previous concern about this device was its size. Because of
the bars over the window, a conventional air conditioner wouldn't
work in this room. So my mom sent me a stand-alone box that connects
to the window via an exhaust hose. It seemed like a good idea at
the time, but this thing in enormous, way bigger than an in-window
A/C unit, and at least as heavy. But of course these days I have
a lot more space here, so it's not much of an issue. See it and
tremble before its icy majesty:
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Monday, July 07,
2003 at 23:25:28 (EDT) |
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Those were the days, my friends, we thought
they'd never end
Here's another installment of old photos. I'm resisting the urge to
group these but most of them document my glorious past. And pictures
of my friends when they were perhaps not at their best. Or maybe they
were. It's all subjective.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Monday, July 07,
2003 at 01:03:29 (EDT) |
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You don't have to die before you live ...
in this oppressive heat
Thursday: Revved up by Steel Pulse and shortened workday, a
bunch of theater people invade my home and proceed to get increasingly
drunk and histrionic, well before the official cocktail hour. Everybody
appears to be making out with everybody else, but only if somebody
is around to witness it. We eventually go to the bar, but the lingering
specter of Corey attempting to climb the mulberry tree makes enjoyment
difficult.
Friday: I go to a party in Prospect Park. On the way I run
into Mitchell and invite him along. At the party, I am stunned to
find Yang and Jeff under the next tree. I know people are always
running into people they know, but this is just weird. I know these
guys from Athens,
Ohio, and I knew they were in the city, but they live on the
upper west side and Harlem, respectively. The chance that they'd
attend a party in the same corner of the immense Brooklyn park,
under the very next oak tree seems beyond simple coincidence. And
running into Mitchell as well seems improbable, since he lives on
the other side of the park. Then again, last year I attended the
selfsame party in basically the same spot, and ran into Mitchell
then as well. He must hang out there a lot. Good for him.
Then M and I go to JCN
and Karen's party in the Village. I sound like a country mouse here,
but I don't think I've ever been to an apartment on the 27th floor
before. We have an excellent vantage on the fireworks, and not just
because of the height of the terrace: We are suitably far enough
from the pyrotechnics that the sonic reports aren't too deafeningly
loud. A couple years ago I was cowering on a Greenpoint rooftop,
as we were so close we could actually see the fireworks launching
off the boats. That's too close. Fun is had with some nasty banana
rum and then we are off to meet D at the 119.
Smoking occurs but is reprimanded, as the bar apparently got busted
recently (whatever happened to hush money?) Soon after, I hit the
wall and have to be taken home. 13 hours of nonstop tomfoolery is
one hour too much, I guess.
Saturday: M and I finally get the bottom heads on the drums,
and then proceed to exhaust ourselves cleaning out the practice
room. We find an enormous slug
and countless nightcrawlers, plus a lotta mildew. Below are the
exciting action shots of the transformation (you'll have to imagine
how really nasty it was down there before we cleaned it out).
   
Sunday: has been all about band practice, poorly
made black
bean salsa, and recuperation.
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