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Friday, August 22,
2003 at 10:57:10 (EDT) |
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Who needs food? I want a beer picnic
 It's
a bit of a hike for non-Queens residents, but a trip to the Bohemian
Hall & Beer Garden is highly recommended by your webmaster.
A few blocks from the Astoria Blvd stop on the N train, this place
has the biggest beer garden I've ever seen (okay, I've seen like 3
in my whole life, and none in Germany). The back garden is immense,
so much so that I felt sorry for the people sitting on the far side,
as they had much further to walk to get to the bar itself. The beer
comes in those glass mugs that are just a little bigger than is comfortable
to hold, throwing off normal drinking equilibrium ever-so-slightly.
 This
joint is of Czech origin (their website proudly proclaims "Vaclav
Havel visits the Bohemian Hall," like he stops by all the time),
so there was much pilsner (which S points out is named for a town
in Plzen, Czechoslovakia),
including Staropramen, which pretty much has the best logo of any
beer I know.
We were there to celebrate José's
release from the NYU Medical Center, whose doctors tell him that
his epilepsy may be a thing of the past. Does this have anything
to do with how much beer he consumes?
Tonight, I'll be at what may be one of the final Mighty
Robot shows. I'm finally gonna see Enon,
plus Jah
Division, who will perform dub versions of Joy Division songs.
Meanwhile, Luna
is playing Southpaw.
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Thursday, August
21, 2003 at 10:59:45 (EDT) |
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Spike It
Yesterday, Max Renn found this cat toy under the futon. He put his
paw on it and rolled it over, watching the bell inside move around.
He was oddly methodical about it. Eventually this became activity
resembling normal cat behavior, batting the ball around, jumping on
it, etc. Previously, neither cat had shown interest in this sort of
stuff, so it looks like their brains are developing normally. Dr.
Benway didn't seem to understand the allure of the ball, but he thinks
shoelaces are fascinating.
Oh, and I dunno if it's sold out yet, but my pal Tracy is producing
a show at the Fringe
Festival, titled Waiter,
Waiter. I caught it last weekend, it's not a long play but
you will be exhausted by the time the lights come up. If you've
ever worked in the food service industry and still harbor some grudges
from the experience, this play will be quite cathartic. As a former
dishwasher, I was a little disappointed that my kind was not represented,
but the play is more about the wait staff and the absolute insanity
that ensues from waiting on people who probably despise you, and
who may or may not tip. It's really funny, but there is a scary
streak of anger to it as well. I don't think I have to wonder if
author David
Simpatico ever worked in the industry.
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Wednesday, August
20, 2003 at 14:06:49 (EDT) |
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His name was Jimmy, he was a showgirl . .
.
 So
the party is set for Saturday.
All are welcome, but guests bearing food and beverage will be placed
on folding chairs and held aloft while we dance the Hora. The cats
will be up in my room, yet another genius move on my part to lure
women into my boudoir. I'm gonna try to clean 'em up as much as possible
but they're still receiving various medications so they may be covered
with various ointments. I too may be laden with various ointments,
but that's another matter entirely.
Meanwhile, I got this from 601am.com:
The Gender
Genie Algorithm. This device purports to determine the gender
of an author by analyzing words in a block of text. Pretty much
everything I put into it comes up saying I am female. Eh, why fight
it? I just finished Jonathan
Ames' novel, The
Extra Man, whose main character is a nicely-dressed, well-read
transvestite and 'tranny-chaser'. I think gender definitions are
in dire need of reexamination. I'm pretty sure I'm not a woman,
but I don't understand how the calculator determines these things
exactly. I'd read the original NY
Times article, but I'd have to pay for it, and lord knows I'm
not doing that. To thine own self be true!
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Monday, August 18,
2003 at 18:35:07 (EDT) |
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I am the light of the world
 Forget
tales of kittens and blackouts, it's furniture time! I picked up a
reading lamp across the street at Eddie's Junk Antique Store.
He didn't really know what it was, and even though I've been examining
it now that it's in my room, I'm still not sure either. Take a look
to see the interesting aspects of this device.
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Monday, August 18,
2003 at 17:11:09 (EDT) |
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We've got a bigger problem now
The kittens are enlarging at a disturbing rate, but I guess that's
what they're supposed to do. They have started play-fighting with
each other, as well as inanimate objects (a sheet, the edge of a cardboard
box). Max Renn was observed purring the other day as well. Although
both kittens are getting bigger, Max is noticeably larger than his
brother. However, Dr. Benway's legs seem to be growing faster than
any other part of him, so he is taller (when he can get up on all
fours, still a little uncoordinated).
 We
are planning another party for this Saturday, a sort of Open House
to view the kittens. I'll post further details as they coalesce.
In the meantime, hit the photo for more interminable cat pictures.
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Monday, August 18,
2003 at 14:42:54 (EDT) |
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Can't happen here?
So apparently Northeast
Ohio is to blame for the black out. Always good to see my hometown
implicated in the worst power outage in North American history. Go
Tribe!
I'd like to set up my apartment as a safe house in the event of
sweeping disasters such as the one we suffered Thursday and Friday.
So if the power should suddenly go out again and your cell phone
doesn't work, I encourage everybody to just come over my house and
hang out. Normally I'd say everybody should go to the Alibi,
but when I went there on Thursday, they kicked us out at 8 PM, apparently
fearing looters or Mormons. But on Friday Jami
showed up at our door and we endured the heat with brie and champagne.
I plan to maintain a stash of fine wines and foie gras in case this
happens again.
"But Mr. Legs, how could this happen again?" you protest.
"A disaster of this size will surely be controlled in the future."
Au contraire. I'd believe it but I also never thought we'd have
another flood like we had
2 weeks ago, but last night the rain caused another deluge, only
hours after we had put all our musical equipment back in the basement.
We were a little better prepared this time, but the swimming pool
is back for the time being (note to self: consider purchasing kiddie
pool to place under faulty drain pipe that explodes when there
is even the teensiest bit too much rainfall).
So I'm ready to believe anything can happen at this point. Pinky
could have more kittens,
my computer could crash
again (btw, it's still not fixed), I could again get unceremoniously
dumped,
Dave Letterman could again host the Oscars.
Lightning can indeed strike twice.
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