5.5.2kXII
I wasn't listening to, but heard anyway a radio interview with The First Lady, Michelle Obama. She was talking about nutrition and groceries and such and how many inner-city people have a hard time getting healthy food. The grocery stores were few and far between and the bodegas had only junk food. It sounded like it would suck to be in that situation. It was a place, as she called it, a food desert.
I said I heard it but wasn't listening, and I know this because the story crept into my wee little brain, changed itself and took shape as a dream. Or rather, a NIGHTMARE!!
It went: I was trudging along through the day and 5:30 in the PM hit and I did what normal people do: Went to get a drink. Except there were no icy-cold domestic lights in the fridge. There was no booze in the liquor cabinet and no semi-frozen Vitamin-V in the freezer. I looked at google maps and there were no bars within 100 miles. I called the grocery stores and the beer deliveries had not been delivered.
It was cocktail hour and I found myself in a booze desert. Nooo!
(A fitting footnote to this stupid story: My local bar in Chicago was called "The Oasis." Get it?)
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Honorable Mentio (redux)
5.4.2kXI
I'm in the wrong industry. Why I made a list of things I need to ship and the people I need to ship them to and I have a note card frikkin' FILLED. It's too much to do in one try so I'm going about it piecemeal. I got the big thing I needed to ship out of the way (a Mac to a die-hard Microsoft user -- should be a fun bunch of reports from that one), and even with all 40 pounds of it gone, I still have a lot to do. I should go into the shipping biz.
Of course, once I thought of changing gigs, I began to pay attention to those companies that are already doing it and became discouraged. FedEx, UPS and that bastard third-stringer DHL all have a ton of gear necessary to ship commercially. Trucks, vans, boxes, stickers, barcodes, planes, tracking numbers ... it's all too much to compete with.
Got to come up with another get-out scheme.
Tonight - Elixir
(Hardest working corner bar in SF for over 148 years)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Emergency Broadcast System
5.3.2kXI
Safety has been on my mind since a few weeks back when this ittybitty earthquake woke me and one of the cats up. I have an "emergency kit" near the door with yr basic survive-until-the-choppers-get-here shit: A deluxe First Aid kit, heavy leather gloves (for removing shattered houses parts from neighbors), several pair of latex gloves (for you-know-what), Strike-anywhere matches, foil blankets, flashlights, radios, road flares, powerbars, boxed water, several pistols (various caliber) and roughly $500 in gold. Near the kit is more of the MadMax variety necessary items: Leather jacket, old jeans, couple t-shirts, boots, brass knuckles, knives, concussion grenades and a case of molitov cocktails. There's a HIS and HER setup, of course, ya can't rebuild civilization w/o yr gal.
Tonight - Latin American Club
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Safety has been on my mind since a few weeks back when this ittybitty earthquake woke me and one of the cats up. I have an "emergency kit" near the door with yr basic survive-until-the-choppers-get-here shit: A deluxe First Aid kit, heavy leather gloves (for removing shattered houses parts from neighbors), several pair of latex gloves (for you-know-what), Strike-anywhere matches, foil blankets, flashlights, radios, road flares, powerbars, boxed water, several pistols (various caliber) and roughly $500 in gold. Near the kit is more of the MadMax variety necessary items: Leather jacket, old jeans, couple t-shirts, boots, brass knuckles, knives, concussion grenades and a case of molitov cocktails. There's a HIS and HER setup, of course, ya can't rebuild civilization w/o yr gal.
Tonight - Latin American Club
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Gridlock
5.2.2kXI
Longtime back I scored a pack of inkjet T-shirt iron on transfer paper. It sucked. It looked as washed-out right out of the printer as those movie posters on the south-facing windows at the video store (WTF is a video store?)
I know they make inkjet bumper sticker transfer "paper" too, but I have little faith that they'll: Look good; stay color-fast; stick.
Too bad, cuz after driving a 34 mile round-trip three days a week to work I've observed that no matter how much attention I pay, no matter how defensively I drive, I'm at the mercy of all those thousands and thousands of shitty, distracted, aggressive scud-launchers on 17 miles of Interstate 10.
My bumper sticker would say something like: "Please do everything in your power not to run your fucking car into mine. Thanks."
Tonight -Little Minsky's 7th Anniversary Extravaganza at Club Deluxe.
$5 cover. Show starts at 10pm.
For all of the LA constituents, there will be an impromptu gathering at Bigfoot West.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Longtime back I scored a pack of inkjet T-shirt iron on transfer paper. It sucked. It looked as washed-out right out of the printer as those movie posters on the south-facing windows at the video store (WTF is a video store?)
I know they make inkjet bumper sticker transfer "paper" too, but I have little faith that they'll: Look good; stay color-fast; stick.
Too bad, cuz after driving a 34 mile round-trip three days a week to work I've observed that no matter how much attention I pay, no matter how defensively I drive, I'm at the mercy of all those thousands and thousands of shitty, distracted, aggressive scud-launchers on 17 miles of Interstate 10.
My bumper sticker would say something like: "Please do everything in your power not to run your fucking car into mine. Thanks."
Tonight -Little Minsky's 7th Anniversary Extravaganza at Club Deluxe.
$5 cover. Show starts at 10pm.
For all of the LA constituents, there will be an impromptu gathering at Bigfoot West.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Bad Math Revisited
5.1.2kXII
I’ve regressed in a fairly important skill. I don’t remember the regression’s catalyst, or its duration to now, but I know now that it’s real: I got me a real problem with shoelaces.
It must have been kindergarten, or maybe even earlier, that my peers and I were forced, cajoled and ridiculed into learning how to tie shoelaces. I remember there was a little song or poem or rhyme about a rabbit running around a doghouse and ducking into a sewerpipe: Symbolic of the loops and knots and such. I remember there were two twin girls that could tie each other’s shoes but not their own. I didn’t have any trouble tying shoes. Didn’t need a corny rhyme or anything. It was a simple, repeatable process and it was within my young person’s capacity. That don’t explain why I’ve developed such a problem lately.
My problem lies in the untying part of the process. Tying is fine and has been but I make a mess out of untying. I end up tying the laces into little itty-bitty knots. Tight knots. Often, I’m balancing on one leg while trying to untie. I might get one shoe off clean, but the other I grab the wrong end that’s found its way through a loop, pull and render a knot. Then I lose balance and fall on head.
It doesn’t help that I routinely change my shoes at least three times a day: On with the bike shoes, off with the bike shoes. On with the regular shoes, off. On with the bike shoes again, off. Regular, off. I will turf one of the untyings fairly bad, but I will royally screw another one and end up falling over.
Two things going for me: The geeks at University of Bisbee just published Shoe Lace Untying Made Easy. Talk about timing! The other thing: My slippers are slip on!
Tonight - Iron & Gold. (short walk from 24th Street BART)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I’ve regressed in a fairly important skill. I don’t remember the regression’s catalyst, or its duration to now, but I know now that it’s real: I got me a real problem with shoelaces.
It must have been kindergarten, or maybe even earlier, that my peers and I were forced, cajoled and ridiculed into learning how to tie shoelaces. I remember there was a little song or poem or rhyme about a rabbit running around a doghouse and ducking into a sewerpipe: Symbolic of the loops and knots and such. I remember there were two twin girls that could tie each other’s shoes but not their own. I didn’t have any trouble tying shoes. Didn’t need a corny rhyme or anything. It was a simple, repeatable process and it was within my young person’s capacity. That don’t explain why I’ve developed such a problem lately.
My problem lies in the untying part of the process. Tying is fine and has been but I make a mess out of untying. I end up tying the laces into little itty-bitty knots. Tight knots. Often, I’m balancing on one leg while trying to untie. I might get one shoe off clean, but the other I grab the wrong end that’s found its way through a loop, pull and render a knot. Then I lose balance and fall on head.
It doesn’t help that I routinely change my shoes at least three times a day: On with the bike shoes, off with the bike shoes. On with the regular shoes, off. On with the bike shoes again, off. Regular, off. I will turf one of the untyings fairly bad, but I will royally screw another one and end up falling over.
Two things going for me: The geeks at University of Bisbee just published Shoe Lace Untying Made Easy. Talk about timing! The other thing: My slippers are slip on!
Tonight - Iron & Gold. (short walk from 24th Street BART)
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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