Very sad news, June Carter Cash wife of Johnny Cash died at 73 yesterday.
Did anyone see the eclipse last night? I checked several times and only saw clouds.
Friday, May 16, 2003
Thursday, May 15, 2003
There should be a full moon tonight,with the added bonus of a Full Lunar Eclipse (courtesy of Engel/Bannan page ). Let's hope ther is sufficient clear sky for checking it out.
Leon Redbone is in town this Saturday night at the Carnegie, but tix are like $30 and $75 bucks. I'd so love to go see him play again, but the last two shows I saw were $15 and free.
Leon Redbone is in town this Saturday night at the Carnegie, but tix are like $30 and $75 bucks. I'd so love to go see him play again, but the last two shows I saw were $15 and free.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
A word I invented: Noggage: stuff you put into your noggin.
Kooky dreams last night, in three parts:
1: I dreamt about my friend Delia, partly I suppose because I watched Scotland, PA last night with Maura Tierney playing the part of Pat McBeth. The two (Delia and Maura Tierney) remind me of each other, for one I guess because they have that smooth-smokey kinda voice, and they resemble each other. Chris Walken rocks in the movie by the way, and Andy Dick is funny too. Anyways, we sat and talked in my dream, Delia and I, about life stuff while we watched TV. It was good and insightful, as talking with Delia typically is.
2. Then I dreamt about going on a road trip to see a dinner show somewhere in Canada. My Canadian friend was going too, so we carpooled. We got there and were supposed to get all dressed up, but were in our pajamas. Then we got all gussied up and they still gave us pajama seating which is apparently floor seating in a bed. Comfortable but wierd. Imagine going to someplace like Mattress Discounters to see a concert or musical dinner theater in a made bed. So as we're watching this show, it was like a musical theater thing, some guy who is a knife-guru-sort (kinda looks like Stanley Kubrick there on the left with his beard) approaches us and says he is supposed to do a bit in this show. He immediately takes a shine to my friend. Well that's cool she says, but I think she's a little freaked out by the fact that this guy has like a million different knives, and in the middle of this mattress showcase concert space, has decided to give us a special knife-guru sideshow.
We suggest that he wait until he can go on stage so everyone can see his show. They of course never call him up to the stage to perform, so as we're leaving he follows us all the way back home and in the front yard, says now I'll show you my whole show. He opens up several suitcase-looking attaches filled with knives of all sorts, chinese throwing stars and the likes, and starts up this cyclone of swirling shiny metal, like a angry swarm of metallic bees. Then he tells me to stay away from my friend, that he has claimed her for his show, and that he merely needs to nod in my direction and I'll be sliced up like a honey-baked ham. I said, "Whatever, there's consequences for that kinda stuff, buddy..." I pick up a broad sword and a giant iron spear that I find laying there amongst his stuff, and stand my ground. My friend was, needless to say, a bit freaked out by this guy. And like any good dream sequence, sorta like flipping the channels to see what's showing here, the channel flips and shifts to more strangeness...
3. I dreamt about moving into a dorm-style living space in the Brew House. There were mostly college kids and artist types living there who were cool, many of us were more or less forced to move there. And then there were some annoying freakshow people who I spent half of my dreamtime trying to avoid. They were badly dressed clowns, trying to pass themselves off as cool people, but of course they weren't. They rode around on rusty bicycles, dressed like very colorful street punks wearing cheap makeup that was sloppily applied. Just really bad clowns. Oh yeah, and they thought it was funny to try to give people injections with hypodermic needles, so they'd follow you through the stairwells, through windows, up onto rooftops, whereve you'd go, trying to stick you with a needle full of who-knows-what. I woke up as they were pursuing me and I exited a stairwell into daylight.
Kooky dreams last night, in three parts:
1: I dreamt about my friend Delia, partly I suppose because I watched Scotland, PA last night with Maura Tierney playing the part of Pat McBeth. The two (Delia and Maura Tierney) remind me of each other, for one I guess because they have that smooth-smokey kinda voice, and they resemble each other. Chris Walken rocks in the movie by the way, and Andy Dick is funny too. Anyways, we sat and talked in my dream, Delia and I, about life stuff while we watched TV. It was good and insightful, as talking with Delia typically is.
2. Then I dreamt about going on a road trip to see a dinner show somewhere in Canada. My Canadian friend was going too, so we carpooled. We got there and were supposed to get all dressed up, but were in our pajamas. Then we got all gussied up and they still gave us pajama seating which is apparently floor seating in a bed. Comfortable but wierd. Imagine going to someplace like Mattress Discounters to see a concert or musical dinner theater in a made bed. So as we're watching this show, it was like a musical theater thing, some guy who is a knife-guru-sort (kinda looks like Stanley Kubrick there on the left with his beard) approaches us and says he is supposed to do a bit in this show. He immediately takes a shine to my friend. Well that's cool she says, but I think she's a little freaked out by the fact that this guy has like a million different knives, and in the middle of this mattress showcase concert space, has decided to give us a special knife-guru sideshow.
We suggest that he wait until he can go on stage so everyone can see his show. They of course never call him up to the stage to perform, so as we're leaving he follows us all the way back home and in the front yard, says now I'll show you my whole show. He opens up several suitcase-looking attaches filled with knives of all sorts, chinese throwing stars and the likes, and starts up this cyclone of swirling shiny metal, like a angry swarm of metallic bees. Then he tells me to stay away from my friend, that he has claimed her for his show, and that he merely needs to nod in my direction and I'll be sliced up like a honey-baked ham. I said, "Whatever, there's consequences for that kinda stuff, buddy..." I pick up a broad sword and a giant iron spear that I find laying there amongst his stuff, and stand my ground. My friend was, needless to say, a bit freaked out by this guy. And like any good dream sequence, sorta like flipping the channels to see what's showing here, the channel flips and shifts to more strangeness...
3. I dreamt about moving into a dorm-style living space in the Brew House. There were mostly college kids and artist types living there who were cool, many of us were more or less forced to move there. And then there were some annoying freakshow people who I spent half of my dreamtime trying to avoid. They were badly dressed clowns, trying to pass themselves off as cool people, but of course they weren't. They rode around on rusty bicycles, dressed like very colorful street punks wearing cheap makeup that was sloppily applied. Just really bad clowns. Oh yeah, and they thought it was funny to try to give people injections with hypodermic needles, so they'd follow you through the stairwells, through windows, up onto rooftops, whereve you'd go, trying to stick you with a needle full of who-knows-what. I woke up as they were pursuing me and I exited a stairwell into daylight.
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Word of the Day for Tuesday May 13, 2003 from www.dictionary.com
comity \KOM-uh-tee\, noun:
A state of mutual harmony, friendship, and respect, especially between or among nations or people; civility.
comity of nations, noun:
1. The courteous recognition by one nation of the laws and institutions of another.
2. The group of nations observing international comity.
In Athens last week, E.U. leaders offered a picture of comity as they formally signed accession treaties with 10 new members.
--James Graff, "Can France Put a Cork In It?" Time Europe, April 28, 2003
Despite the image of civil-military comity during World War II, there were many differences between Franklin Roosevelt and his military advisers.
--Mackubin Thomas Owens, "Sniping," National Review, April 2, 2003
Short-term initiatives in 1919 became longer-term strategies for bringing the two pariahs, Germany and Russia, into the comity of nations.
--Kenneth O. Morgan, "Lloyd George and the Lost Peace: from Versailles to Hitler, 1919-1940," English Historical Review, June 2002
Everyone hopes that Saddam Hussein will honour his agreement with Kofi Annan and that Iraq will be received back into the comity of nations.
--Marrack Goulding, "A wider role for the UN," New Statesman, March 13, 1998
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Comity is from Latin comitas, from comis, "courteous."
comity \KOM-uh-tee\, noun:
A state of mutual harmony, friendship, and respect, especially between or among nations or people; civility.
comity of nations, noun:
1. The courteous recognition by one nation of the laws and institutions of another.
2. The group of nations observing international comity.
In Athens last week, E.U. leaders offered a picture of comity as they formally signed accession treaties with 10 new members.
--James Graff, "Can France Put a Cork In It?" Time Europe, April 28, 2003
Despite the image of civil-military comity during World War II, there were many differences between Franklin Roosevelt and his military advisers.
--Mackubin Thomas Owens, "Sniping," National Review, April 2, 2003
Short-term initiatives in 1919 became longer-term strategies for bringing the two pariahs, Germany and Russia, into the comity of nations.
--Kenneth O. Morgan, "Lloyd George and the Lost Peace: from Versailles to Hitler, 1919-1940," English Historical Review, June 2002
Everyone hopes that Saddam Hussein will honour his agreement with Kofi Annan and that Iraq will be received back into the comity of nations.
--Marrack Goulding, "A wider role for the UN," New Statesman, March 13, 1998
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Comity is from Latin comitas, from comis, "courteous."
Monday, May 12, 2003
I am currently enjoying Jen Bannan's book of short fiction stories, Inventing Victor, and the tales therein. Pick up a copy and check it out.
Damien Rice was in town, anybody get to check out his Club Cafe show last night or hear his in-studio bit at WYEP this morning?
Damien Rice was in town, anybody get to check out his Club Cafe show last night or hear his in-studio bit at WYEP this morning?
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