Monthly Archives: July 2005

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30 July 2005
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“How I Spent My Monday Night” by Benjamin

25 July 2005

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Current Mood:  accomplished

Jared + Photoshop = Entertainment, Bitches.  Check it out: I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead

Better Living Through Morrissey

20 July 2005

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Current Mood:  ecstatic

Two of my favorite things: the Smiths and remastered anything.

http://www.morrissey-solo.com/article.pl?sid=05/07/20/1739255

It seems to have finally happened… the Smiths catalogue is slated to be lumped into a six-disc box set in 2006!  Of course this will most likely include remastered versions of the albums and a bunch of rarities.  Maybe some new lost stuff?  Spread the fucking love.  Remastered Smiths, bitches.  Couldn’t you just pee?

I Am A Tourist In My Own Life

20 July 2005

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Current Mood:  contemplative

No, really.

After work today, a co-worker and I took off to downtown Seattle to see the Space Needle.

The first stop was the Science Fiction Museum.  Not really my thing, but I did get to see such wonders as Barbarella’s crossbow, first edition H.G. Wells novels, and Darth Vader’s helmet.  One thing to point out: there was a full-scale model of the queen alien from “Aliens.”  Maybe you, like me, once thought that you could actually take that thing if the chips were down.  Let me tell you, it is actually close to elephant-sized, and you were actually wrong.

The next stop was Paul Allen’s Experience Music Project… basically a pop music museum.  I could have easily spent a day there, but I fit it all into a couple of hours.  There was a whole wall of Ventures memorabilia!  A room full of antique guitars from all eras!  An entire interactive Jimi Hendrix exhibit including clothes and shards of the guitar broken and burned in Monterey!  A Bob Dylan exhibit!  An interactive jam room where you can play several instruments and record!  A massive, three-story sculpture made of hundreds of guitars!  And a ton of other shit that made me want to redouble my efforts to become a rock star.  Fucking brilliant!  My only complaint was that there was a bit too much focus on grunge… Pearl Jam, Mudhoney, etc.  I understand, it’s Seattle, it was kinda your “thing.”  Nothing wrong with some local pride.  But get over it.  It wasn’t that good.

Part of this whole thing was a collection of famous costumes.  From Kiss to Elton John to Ritchie Valens.  The Village People’s hats.  Michael Jackson’s sequined glove.  A suit that belonged to the “Notorious B.I.G.”  Maybe you once thought that you could actually take him if the chips were down.  Let me tell you, he was actually close to elephant-sized, and you were actually wrong.

Last stop: the Space Needle.  What can I say?  $13 to go up an elevator and get a bird’s eye view of Seattle.  Got some good pictures, saw Mount Rainier again.  Nothing special.  Seattle is nothing special for that matter, but at least it’s got trees everywhere.  It’s like a modern city version of an Ewok village.  No place like home though.  No place like the proverbial “Yay Area.”

G’night, bitches.

Sleepy In Seattle

18 July 2005

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Current Mood:  restless

My shoulders are sore.  I don’t know why.

Last night, my flight in was delayed three hours.  Straight to the hotel, barely any sleep.

Tonight I got lost.  For nearly an hour.  Driving around in new towns, man.  I turned a corner and suddenly saw a monster that is apparently Mount Rainier.  Looked like a backdrop in a Conan movie.  It occurred to me that there is a lot about a lot that I don’t know.

I eventually found the Red Robin I was aiming at.  Also ran across a Claim Jumper (that’s right bitches!), and a Stanford’s of all things!  Yes Jared, Lala, Eryn, and Megan Elizabeth… as in the Stanford’s.  Apparently it’s a chain, and one exists in some nameless suburb of Seattle.

All these trees make me almost want to listen to Jared’s hippy music.  But not quite.

Leaving California is, at least in some ways, entertaining.  I look around and see all these young people trying to act hard, or maybe dress indie.  But it’s not quite right.  It’s like when Europeans or the Japanese do it.  It’s like some dilution of American pop culture… close, but a little off.  It’s like they have a broken radio signal piped in from L.A. and N.Y. telling them what it means to be “hip,” but they only get bits and pieces of it.  It’s incomplete.  It’s ridiculous.  I recognize that my being from the Bay Area makes me feel superior to everyone I see here, which I’m coming to realize is a big and pathetic part of my life.  I am OK with this lack of maturity for the time being.

These two weeks in Seattle came up out of nowhere, and I’m kinda fucked because it’s Jared’s last two weeks here.  After hearing my sob story, my manager gave me the Friday before Jared leaves off of work, totally last minute.  This is because my manager is a bad ass.

On a final and totally unrelated note, the other day, I saw a bumpersticker that said “What would Johnny Cash do?”  I want it.

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11 July 2005
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