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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