Friday, December 24, 2004

Triumphs and Tragedies of 2004

My biggest disappointments of 2004:

4 more years – UGG
I haven’t made the move to the West Coast
John’s Blog - newpaltzer.blogspot.com
Not selling my boat
Colonoscopy
Rick James, Christopher Reeves, Mr Cat
AT & T Wireless


The Best of 2004:
Bride
Thailand
Not having Cancer
Wedding
Samantha Womack The New Pornographers (music)Selling the ‘PONY
Frequent Flyer Miles
Netflix

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Shout out to Sweden

Check out the origins of the people whom visit my Blog. I think I owe my Swedish friend, Martin - a load of thanks.


I don't know how patient you are

The following thread was posted by my friend the Digital Primate. The Speach my Moyers is truely interesting and well worth the read.

http://digitalprimate.blogspot.com/2004/12/two-must-read-articles.html

Years of Passively Searching

YEAH! Years ago my friend Chris (captain bubba) sent me this email and I laughed my ass off only to loose the email. I asked him to resend it but he had lost it too. And so passed the knowledge of the elders.

But today, Mark in Texas sent me the link and I now have the list again. So with out further adeu:

THE TOP TEN THINGS YOU'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR GIRLFRIEND SAY!

1. I'll swallow it all . . . I love the taste.
2. Are you sure you've had enough to drink?
3. I'm bored. Let's shave my pussy!
4. Shouldn't you be down at the bar with your buddies?
5. That was a great fart! Do another one!
6. I've decided to stop wearing clothes around the house.
7. You're so sexy when you're hungover.
8. I'd rather drink and watch football with you than go shopping.
9. Let's subscribe to Penthouse.
10. Would you like to watch me go down on my girlfriend?


OK, it isn't as funny as I thought.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

another day

10:00 am in the City that really needs a nap. This blog has the holiday blahs. I'm ready to go on vacation for a few days and put the notion of Architecture away in a drawer and just focus on my health and families well being.

Since, i'm flying into Dallas I have a comment on some National News about the Area. The following story is from your good good friends in the Legal Profession as well as Walmart.

This is completely absurd. Hey crazy ladies mom, maybe you should have stopped her from buying the gun yourself. You knew she was crazy.

Where as I agree, background checks are about as affective as tits on a bull (hell - I could get a gun - now thats crazy), why do you think Walmart owes you $25 million? They provided the daughter a gun based on faulty information provide to them by a process. Sue the government, oh wait - the government isn't the worlds largest retailer. You know who I hate....... PEOPLE. PEOPLE SUCK.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

can't decide

I don't know whether this annoy me or is funny. Either way here it is. Santa singing.

Monday, December 20, 2004

LEAVE FEED BACK - new feature - INTERNATIONALS PLEASE POST

I've recently installed a new feature on to my site thanks to the DIGITAL PRIMATE. The stat counter is fascinating to the blog owner and most posters don't even know its there. In any event, if you are one of the many KOREAN, FRENCH, NASA, University of TEXAS or Dalhart people who keep logging onto this site. PLEASE LEAVE ME SOME FEED BACK, I'm curious as hell who you are, how you found me and what you were looking for.

Lets look at this as a scavenger hunt. I look around and see if I might have what you're looking for.

As for the other news in my world. Colonoscopies are NO fun. Results are due back Tuesday. They removed 4-5 pylups. I'm not eating much, but solid food is back on the plate - poops still painful.

On a more up-beat thread - I'm got Galaxie 500 in a solid rotation today and am letting them drone on, but Syd Straw is up next.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Gettin' Kinky in 'O6

My friend Spud put this up and I think he missed the best parts.

One of the great political stories in generations is about to unfold, as Richard 'Kinky' Friedman, humorist, performer, mystery writer and Texas Monthly columnist, threatens to run for the governorship of the state of Texas in 2006. Friedman certainly would bring a whole new ballgame into Austin 's capitol building, and he would do so as an Independent candidate and political amateur.

"The professionals gave us the Titanic, amateurs gave us the Ark. Career politicians are ribbon cutters. They see the governor's office as a job; I see it as an opportunity to make that Lone Star shine again.”

“I'm an Independent, which is the party of George Washington, Teddy Roosevelt, Sam Houston, and Davy Crockett.”

As Governor, Kinky, or “the Kinkster”, would:

• Legalize casino gambling to fund education
• Abolish political correctness “We didn't get to be the Lone Star state by being politically correct”
• Take a good look at death row. “We need to make sure that we're not putting innocent people to death, which I believe we are”
• Outlaw the de-clawing of cats
• Bring young people into his administration. “Young people are less corrupt. They are the future of Texas ; it's theirs to win or lose.”


I'm a Jew, I'll hire good people.

“If elected, I would ask Willie Nelson to be the head of the Texas Rangers and Laura Bush to take charge of education in the state. I'd ask my Palestinian hairdresser, Farouk Shami, to be Texas ' ambassador to Israel . We've worked together to create Farouk & Friedman olive oil. The oil comes from the Holy land and all of the profits go to benefit Israeli and Palestinian children.”

One thing is for sure: this is not going to be politics as usual and Kinky's campaign, or anti-campaign, is not expecting to have a massive war chest from which to buy the Governor's office. Rather, “the coin of the spirit” will sweep Kinky into the Governor's office.


oh, btw 7:44 poop 18

I'm into Buick's Today

Aside from pooping. 6:11 - 7th poop........ make that 8.

I'm also totally digging on these old Buick's

The green one is going for $6K.








9 and 10 have already happened and now I'm going on to #11......

5:16

Poop number 5....... one quart left to drink....... this stuff tastes like ass and i'm gurgly..... probably because I haven't eaten anything.

Is it wrong?

I've gotten this funky rotation going in which:

Townes Van Zandt is

stuck between Television on the Radio

and Galaxie 500 .............IS THAT WRONG?

SODIUM BI-CARBONATE - let the pooping begin. It's 4:36, I've drank a quart and my T count is 3.......but I DONT FEEL SO GOOD.

oh pleaaaase

I hope I don't die! I hope I don't die!I hope I don't die!I hope I don't die!I hope I don't die!I hope I don't die!I hope I don't die!

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

MY FEELINGS EXACTLY


US falls behind the French

The US is lagging behind the rest of the world (and France) in yet another category. Our schools are falling apart, our health care system is extremely overburdened, our military is under supplied and now this.

I THINK ITS TIME TO CALL IN SICK.

I have a few questions: How in gods name do you Launch a bridge?
Secondly, how do I get into the bridge business? Do the math 4.9 - 6.5 Euro's per toll (more for trucks - sorry dad). 15,000 to 25,000 tolls per day is apx $32.8 million Euro's per year. The damn thing only costs $394 million Euro's and the Construction Company has a 75 year concession on the job.
That's $2.94 Billion years over 75 years, less interest, construction costs and maintenance.
Finally, why on earth would you guarantee the damn thing for 120 years. Odd, time - I bet there's an interesting story there.



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I'm digging on Isaac Haynes - this morning. YEAH CHEF!

Monday, December 13, 2004

Damn Manhattan

BLOGGING IN THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS

I think this is a really cool site but have not idea what its immediate value is. May be none but its fun to see how many others are out there sharing there inane observations and pissed off assessments of the world at large.

Friday, December 10, 2004

my horiscope

Thanks to the Onion for another bright spot in yet another dim day.

Leo: (July 23—Aug. 22)
Many prophesied that you'd wind up wearing your ass
for a hat, but they didn't predict that the fickle world of
fashion would co-opt the look overnight.

Sobriety TEST

ok this cracks me up.


not happy

The following is not going to make many of you smile and I have no evidence to confirm that the information is factual. However, I found this map on a Iranian website and thought the point it was trying to make was too much to miss.

AND YES EVERYONE FORM THE SOUTH WOULD RATHER STILL HAVE SLAVERY AND HASN'T EVOLVED FOR THE PAST 149 YEARS.


Monday, December 06, 2004

the haps in the SB

The story of what we are doing out here finally broke in a paper not to long ago. We could really have done without the press but it did run in the Santa Barbara News-Press, which doesn't exactly fly off the shelves. The following article is more or less correct but obviously is not 100% (especially considering the he said, crap).

http://www.gaviotacoastconservancy.org/progress/04_11-07_bacara_sues_builders.html

CA Housing

I am in the beautiful CA. It's been Raining off and on for the last two days now and its freezing at night. This Past weekend, I went and scouted for possible homes and found a shabby little 4-3 with NO yard.

The only problem is that the asking price was $1.39 MILLION.

HOLY SHIT, Batman, I could have a three bedroom apt in Manhattan for that (or an enrire brownstone in Brooklyn).

These people are out of their minds, they don't smoke and they drive at 100 miles an hour. In the plus column they have Makers Mark in every 24 hr grocercy store, Avacado's are always in season and every other restaurant is either a burger joint, taco stand or sushi place. I have to admit, i'm a little torn.


Saturday, November 27, 2004

Thanksgiving in Westminster Maryland

Ok i'm logging in from the "FREE INTERNET ACCESS" terminal, immediately adjacent to the cinnamon roll station and the managers office at the Best Western (click on photos) in Westminster MD. The coffee and OJ are free but the the supermarkets and convienence store don't sell beer so a night cap is impossible after you've spent the day with the fam. We may have to buy a bottle. Today we're getting family picture at Jean Claude Penny's. But first, waffles at Dana and Brian's House. MMMMMMMMm who wants cinnamon rolls when you can hold out for waffles.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

ok just for the spud

If this hadn't had Boeing as a significant player I could have left this off the blog, but as it stands it clearly needs his consideration.


Urban Myth

Well it seems that the people of Columbia are really into getting "HEALTHY BABIES".

This is an unbelievable story and almost as gross as the woman from Plano yesterday. I've gotten this question alot since I've lived in NY but I'm beginning to wonder myself about the real answer.

Why are there so many grissly events in Texas?


Monday, November 22, 2004

CD's and the money....

I should have spent on milk for your kids. - 6 new discs to the CD collection this weekend.

1. Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde
2. Radiohead - The Bends
3. Lyle Lovett - I Love Everybody
4. Robert Earl Keen - Farm Fresh Onions
5. Lucinda Williams - self titled
6. The Strokes - Room on Fire

And the complete collection.

At Last 3 - wedding Photos

OK,these images are fairly high res, so don't download these with dial-up.




The Proported Value of a Mad Magazine

As some of you may know, I've been recently gifted a large collection of Mad Magazines begining with April 1956. This is where the value of the collection is currently estimated, but I'll know more soon.


The problem with this is that I am slowly growing attached to them. This would not be a problem, but as my wife already hates my CD collection AND the dominance it holds on our living room, the thought of imposing this inherited collection to our home seems unlikely. However, they are quite beautiful and graphically interesting.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

I hope this is saber rattling, but...

Great! On top of retooling the defenses of our country to fight Domestic as well as international terrorism, we now have to deal with Soviet Cold War Nuclear shit. So in addition to holding up their economy, space program and keeping track of all there old weapons they can't quite find enough money to guard, we have to guard against weapons that "will have no analogues in the other nuclear powers during the next few years."

BTW - we spent $958.4 million on investments in Russia in fiscal year 2003.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Ya gotta love the Web/Cosco

This made me laugh really hard, especially the FAQ.

Q: Why is Costco Wholesale selling caskets?

A: As a service to our membership base.

DUH, so they can make a buck rapping the bereaved like the rest of the Casket Industry. Ya gotta check out the Lady of Guadalupe and the Charles. You lived a long life – TREAT YOURSELF!

Also on their web site...... Condoms & Diapers....... Costco - alpha and omega.

This ad brought to you by Cosco - screwing the little guy so you don't have to!

OMG

hey, just for a goof, try picking the button in the top right of your screen that says "NEXT BLOG"

Either my name being in spanish pre-disposes the computer to sending you to a Spanish Blog or these guys are crazy for their blogs.

It seems to me there are almost 2 spanish blogs for every english one on blog spot!

And what is with all this rental car crap?

Monday, November 15, 2004

Political Humor...


A cowboy was herding cattle in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses, YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves have in your herd, will you give me a calf?"

The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing heard and calmly answers, "Sure. Why not?"
The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer,connects it to his AT&T cell phone, surfs to a NASA page on the internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which he the feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex formulas. He uploads all of his data via an email and after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he prints out a full color, 150 page report on his hi-tech, miniturized HP Laser Jet printer and finally turns to the cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1586 cows and calves."

"That's right, so I guess you can take one of my calves," says the cowboy. He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car. Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"

The young man thinks about it for a second and then agrees.

"You're a Democrat consultant" says the cowboy.

"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"
"No guessing required," answered the cowboy. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked; and you don't know anything about my business.

"Now...give me back my dog."

Watch it Boeing

This here, ice-sicle done smashed into my lil'one's bood'dwar. I think I needs to get an A-torny.

my most bart simpson like dream

A fire at a fireworks factory.

What else is there to it?

Walking across the bridge today, I thought about how easy it would be to jump. Let me just say right now that I’m not suicidal and I have no intention of doing it but I did think about it. It just all seems so stupid right now. I get up I go to work, never completing all the things I have to do. I’ve got 6 projects and I never complete any of them to my own satisfaction. I always need to be going further and don’t seem to get any of them “captured”. Then I go home and fight with the wife. Not enough money, not enough time, not enough attention – there is always something. We need more stuff, we need different stuff, we need to get rid of the stuff we have. Too much sex, not enough sex or the sex we have is the right kind of sex. Then I go to sleep and do it all again the next day.

I drink to kill the monotony of my silly little life, to quite my mind. To stop the thoughts that I should be doing something other than working 10-hour days and still can’t even afford to buy a new pair of shoes. I don’t have time for my friends and if I did they wouldn’t have time for me. When I talk to anyone about this all they hear is my anger and frustration, which usually chokes them out. So here I am.
Can you say depression?

Saturday, November 13, 2004

media dominant minority


So, I've alluded to this before on the blog and had a few conversations with various friends and relatives about the subject, but it seems as though our country, although dominated by a media that portrays a Politically Correct (albeit disproportionately white) Version of Society is "unpopular" among that of the voting more conservative public. I say this because if one were to believe "WILL & GRACE", "MURPHY BROWN", ELLAN DEGERNEROS", "OPRAH", or "FRIENDS" one would believe that our country is ok with single mothers, promiscuous straight sex, gays, unwed family units and various non-dominant religious groups (jew/muslims).

I don't think this is the case. I think that only Hollywood and NYC are ok with it. I think South Beach, Austin, Seattle are ok with the "Live and Let Live" motif but it would seem to me that the majority of the country is not too keen on the Hester's of the world walking amongst us guilt free.

We were talking about this last night and the one thing (that I recall) that we decided is that it was fear and ignorance that promoted this discord. That is to mean, fear of the unknown and unfamiliar that draw people to conservatism. And the ignorance we decided was of the impact of the issues relative to the outcomes of most decisions. For instance, my friend Chris was certain that his father had no idea that his vote for Bush was in direct opposition to his own daughter. His Daughter who has been in a monogamous relationship with a woman for the past 9 years with woman, a woman whom she wants to marry but can't.

I don't know of a "LIBERAL" who wants to stop the Ten Commandments, heterosexual monogamy, prayer, bible school or Sunday services, but I do know "CONSERVATIVES" who want to enforce the tenants of their religion, impose them on others, kill GLTG persons and require, hindu's - budhists - muslims and Jews to put their head down while the "normal" kids pray.

Bottom line, your kid wants to prey, bow or otherwise salute anything or anyone, she better be prepared to do it as a personal expression at home. She wants to wear a helmet, hat, robe or cross – power to you but we are at school now, much like going to work (lest we forget what school is supposed to educate us for) and we require a minimum of order.


Its 2004 - we survived (for now) the cold war, the nuclear winter and the fall of communism. Dig in folks, the battle with religious and secular terrorist looks to be a bumpy ride. This is a war in which your neighbors and friend are potentially as suspect as those brown people across town or that queer couple who have been together for 10 years (or just met - like your son and his girlfriend for the next 2 months). But I want to make a suggestion that it would be a huge benifit if the following would happen:

1. Keep your god to yourself and your own personal social contacts. Don’t proselytize or tell me how to be.
2. Be as straight or gay as you want to be on you own time, but we’re working, learning and walking here so I don’t care who you bang. If you got a problem with me being “into” garden knomes, maybe you shouldn’t have asked and if you did ask, don’t be offended, even if you're a garden knome.
3. Everyone, even the hooker how kills her baby in a pool of crack, thought she was right while doing it. I’m sure you think you’re right too; you’re entitled to that.
4. You’re not always right (see above).
5. Shut up and Listen more.
6. There is more than one way.

7. and probably most important is that eveything I've just said is also probably wrong but thats ok. It doesn't make me a horrible person.

daily

I wish I could post to this daily, but I just can't. I don't have the time. I was out of the office for the past two days (thursday in Union, NJ ordering 147 doors for CA & friday in Merchantville, NJ trying to cement the deal for my Philadelphia job).

So be patient there will be more when I get in front of a computer. I'm home now and its 11:00 pm on Saturday Night and the only reason I can use the computer is because the wife and I are having a tiff and she's out stomping around trying to ignore me.

I played poker with John, KM and Chris last night. It was really a good time but we all stayed up to late and when Teresa came in from Miami we all ended up going to the end of the street to our local watering hole, the "Pencil Factory". It was a good time. Gun control, Liberal Media, Homosexuals, Fear and Dogs were disgussed. No animals (only livers) were harmed during this excursion.


Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Way to Work

This may be completely silly to all of you but I decided to take photos of my walk to work. Lately, I've taken to walking to and from my office, 3.7 Miles. Its a nice 1 hour and 10 minute walk and it gets me outside which is well deserved considering how many hours I've been putting in. Enjoy!

I really Love Arnold Palmer's (1/2 Tea & 1/2 Lemonade), You'll see a few of them laying around these photos.






















































































































































































































































































Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Where is the Radical Rights Goebbels?

http://www.knife-party.net/movs/barry.mov


Are there propaganda films for the Religous right?

If the Liberal Media is controlled by the Left, why haven' t they been able to sway the people back to the Democratic "light"?

Which one of these babes?
















One of these children is not like the other. ONE OF THEM IS A HARDENED CRIMINAL. I'm wondering If anyone can figure it out and I'm sorry to bring this up in a public forum since the parents may not even be aware yet. However as a public service I think it is necessary.

One is from Manhattan, One is from Maryland and One is from Yonkers.




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Monday, November 08, 2004

I didn't write it but....

There is some funny stuff here.


Reasons to date me:

- I am a man.

This means the following:

- I have a penis (dimensions upon request)

- I have two testicles (dimensions upon request)

- I complain

- I have a poor morning disposition (references upon request)

- I emit occasionally offensive odors

- I will embarrass you more than you embarrass me (extrapolated from historical data)

- I eat meat (see note above re: offensive odors)

- I drink

- I drink more than you (assuming you weigh less than 175 pounds)

- I drink to get drunk (see note above re: poor morning disposition)

- I drink to make you fun

- I curse (if you don't like it, fuck you)

- I am fun (ask anybody, except your friend Jessica - she's a bitch anyway)

- I employ logic to solve a problem

- Predicting my disposition is as simple as knowing the winning percentage of the NY Giants

- I hate your ex-boyfriends

- I like fire, with or without the cigarettes

- I do stupid shit like testing the absorbancy of spinach gnocchi at a dinner party whenever the conversation bores me

- I recognize that when someone utters the phrase "This is so fun/great/exciting/etc" they are internally miserable

- I lie, but only to avoid offending you ("Those jeans look great on you")

- I watch porn (frequency is inversely proportional to our sexual frequency)

- I am presumptuous (see note above re: our sexual frequency)

- I watch sports

- I listen to music that makes me feel good

- I say your friend is getting fat when I know damn well she weighs less than you do

- I hate PDA

- I think you have at least 2 hot friends

- I am messy

- I think your friends suck

- I am confident, mainly as a result of general indifference

- I smell like one of the following: cologne, soap, deoderant, your cigarette

- I am smart enough to know when to end a pointless argument

- I love me, with or without you





What I'm looking for:

- A woman


This means the following:

- You have a vagina (details on plumage to be sent with picture)

- You have two breasts (dimensions to be sent with picture)

- You bitch

- You have a poor disposition (every 28th day or whenever you feel like blaming your own problems on me)

- You emit occasionally offensive noises (like that laugh you fake over the phone when responding to a joke you know isn't funny)

- You are easily embarrassed (thanks to a genuine concern for what strangers think of you)

- You eat chicken and sushi

- You drink apple martinis

- You drink fewer apple martinis than I do (assuming you weigh less than 175 pounds)

- You drink to forget abusive ex-boyfriends

- You drink to make me bearable to be around

- You curse (and I like it)

- You're fun, whenever you're not around your girlfriends (that Jessica turns you into such a bitch)

- Your arguments lack cohesive thought processes and logic (your solutions are most often supported by all the empirical evidence contained in the sentence "just because.")

- Predicting your disposition requires an intimate knowledge of string theory

- You somehow cannot deduce that all of your ex-boyfriends are still trying to fuck you

- You like to smoke socially, but only so as not to feel excluded

- You do stupid shit like use my toothbrush to fish your mascara out of the toilet, or open a toxic can of paint with a knife taken from the same drawer that the screwdriver is in

- You lack the ability to recognize that when you say "This is so fun/great/exciting/etc" that you are forcing it

- You like it when I lie

- You hate porn, but only because you know it can replace you, if only temporarily

- You are presumptuous ("Where are we going for dinner?")

- You watch reality TV

- You listen to music that makes you cry

- You say you're getting fat while wolfing down your 3rd slice of pizza

- You like PDA because you're starved for attention

- You hate knowing I think your friends are hot, and tell me embarrassing stories about them behind their backs in an effort to make them seem less desirable, when in actuality, you're making them seem more attainable

- You are somehow messier than I am, but it's always my fault

- You think your friends suck more than I think they do, but you'll never admit it

- You have self-esteem issues, mainly as a result of nothing I can control

- You always smell like your shampoo

- You hate it when I am smart enough to realize when pursuing an argument is futile (see note above re: logic)

- You love being with someone

- Deep down inside, you know all of this is true









Record Piracy of Bob Geldorf

Ok, I'm not sure why I feel the need to comment on Mr. Geldorf's lot in life or Live Aid Royalies, let alone the Boomtown Rats, but is anyone really still buying "DO THEY KNOW ITS CHRISTMAS"?

He said: "The reason we've released this is to stop people buying bootleg copies. That was the initial reason. "I'm very excited that this has come out, but I couldn't believe the number of bootleg copies being sold -- they are quite literally taking food from the hungry. This has to be stopped."

I think the only one taking food from the Hungry is Bob Geldorf. I mean come on I don't think "We are the world" is flying off the shelves anymore. I'm sure they sell 5000 units a year or something absurd. For Gods sake, Milli Vanilli still sells albums every year. But why, after 20 year refusal to rebroadcast or sell albums has he decided that now is the time.


JUST TO KEEP YOU UP TO DATE, THIS IS WHAT BOB'S BEEN DOING LATELY. ATTENDING CELEBRITY LOOK ALIKE PAGENTS.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Little or no Correlation, but interesting!!

Funny - the red states are Protestant or Mormon. The evangelical Christians have always scared the shit out of me and now I know why.




DENTS AND SHELLS

A very good review of the lastest from my personal favorite living song writer.

I have felt for some time that Buckner is the standard bearing for songwriters. He writes lyrics like no other artist, creates melodies and arrangements like no other artist, and for sure, delivers them like no other artist. I was a big fan of his last disc (Impasse) because I felt it displayed the depth of his musicianship--he composed all of the music and played almost every instrument. To be honest, I was afraid he would not be able to top it. I suppose I was wrong. This disc picks up where Impasse left off, but has a broader, more varied feel. The arrangements are stunning and must be mentioned. Subtle flashes of pedal steel guitar (welcome back!) and piano accent most tracks and add a dreamy quality to the songs. The lyrics are classic Buckner, but with a more direct feel. Another thing to note is that he varies his vocal approach on many of the songs. 'A Chance Counsel' is all gruff and angry. 'As the Waves Will Always Roll' is so soft, it is almost a whisper. He uses his voice like a tenor sax player...sometimes screaming, sometimes crying, but always brilliant. It is a shame that this disc was born out of another divorce (as was Devotion and Doubt), but there is no doubt that he is able to channel the emotion directly into his work. Kudos to RB for another classic recording. As one friend said, "Man, you can get lost in this record." Indeed you can.

J. Stocks
AND ALSO:

The darkness that surrounds Richard Buckner's writing always seems to be the focus of scrutiny for every judging ear, be it a professional critic's or an armchair critic's, and for good reason considering the elliptical, image-laden construction of Buckner's banter, but the constant reference to this blanket has almost unjustly glorified the artist into an impossible mystery. What isn't often mentioned is Buckner's ability to fill his music and lyrics with such a brutal and heavy heart that critics are quick to point to his lifestyle on the road, which implies a loner mentality, and his first divorce, which fueled his second album, Devotion + Doubt. When Impasse was released in late 2002, it was widely noted in the press that Buckner and his second wife, Penny Jo Buckner, were the only two musicians on the album and that, between the recording and the release of Impasse, the pair had split. The question on everyone's lips seemed to be what the follow-up would sound like and if it would essentially be Devotion + Doubt part 2. In some ways Dents and Shells treads similar ground in that it reflects some serious life change, but the impression Buckner leaves implies more a mutual understanding of why the two split rather than the paranoia that filled Devotion + Doubt. Much can be read into the lyrics of "Invitation" and "Her," and even, depending on how lucid one allows himself to become, the imagery of the artwork depicting two birds, one hovering above a circle and the other a square, flying in opposite directions away from a tree, but what remains is another release that sounds how Richard Buckner has always sounded: grizzly, conceptual, fragmented, brooding, and plaintive. Dents & Shells also represents a change in Buckner's business, having moved over to Merge for this release, and back to a larger band (misery loves company?), recalling the approach to his third album, Since. The band Buckner assembled for Dents and Shells fits his standard of choosing notable musicians, the most prominent being Butthole Surfers' drummer King Coffey and Meat Puppets alum and former bassist for Bob Mould, Andrew DuPlantis. The reemergence of pedal steel in Buckner's sonic nomenclature, played expertly by Mike Hardwick and Gary Newcomb, further solidifies the connection with Since while the liberal use of piano and organs hint at the atmosphere of the Hill with a bit more ebb and flow in style than what was exhibited on Impasse. Naturally the chosen musicians' approach to arrangements are different than previous sidemen, but Dents and Shells might best be looked at as Buckner's catalog refined into a clear and cohesive effort with which fans should be very pleased. ~ Gregory McIntosh, All Music Guide

Metro-Sexual

OK - I've got a problem. My head knows how gay this is.

But, somehow, I can see us tearing around Williamsburg in this thing and it just looks fun.

I think I need to go kill some small animal with a large gun or a least go beat someone up. 150cc - come on! I'm not sure that could even make it up my driveway. I mean come on the picnic basket - WTF.


Right now this thing is in Jakarta and they want $3k for it + $400 for shipping. Not gonna happen.

Wake up she said.

"Wakeup", she said! "Go take a look at the marathon", she said! Well, after setting off for my office (a good 4 mile walk), my course had paralleled that of the marathon across the Pulaski Bridge, that is until I reached the 59th Street Bridge.

When I got to the mouth of the pedestrian path that is on the North side of the lower deck, my day was about to take a strange twist. In there deep blue uniforms and rubber gloves, 3 of New York’s finest were engaged in an exchange of “fuck you’s” with some cyclists. Apparently the pedestrian path to Manhattan was closed and the cyclists were none to plussed.

Having nothing else to do I asked if I could pass and was told that the only way into the city was to take the train. HA! Not wanting to be discouraged so easily I walked back to where the runners were. Slyly and discretely I blended in and began walking across the bridge as is I were in the Marathon. I crossed into Manhattan and was met with cheers, Gatorade, towels and Vaseline on tongue depressors (runner nipple) and they sense that I had run the marathon, if only for an hour.





Saturday, November 06, 2004

NEW ADDITION

I AM NOW UNCLE TUEY

Her name is Samantha Aliese Womack – 8 lbs 2 oz; 21 inches. And she was born the morning of October 12th 2004.

Friday, November 05, 2004

Thailand

Photos for those who want to see our trip:

Bangkok temple statue of a foreign guard - FARANG

At the Temple of the Jade Budha

Ayuthaya

One of the Ruins at Ayuthaya and T doing her lotus

Elephant tour

Feeding the baby elephant (whats that a euphemism for?)

This is almost Pork

Doing my best "Get Back" Beatles cover Kareoke


Our bunglo on Ko Phi Phi


Firedancers on the beach at Ko Phi Phi






Monday, November 01, 2004

FREE RIDE - Xmas list item #1

Cutlass


BECAUSE, and only because, I am such a wonderfully mechanical individual, I've decided that my next car should be a late 60's - early 70's American convertible.

This thing is so god damned amazing.

I'm also interested in Skylarks, Cougars, and Le Mans or I'd take a Baracuda if someone is giving one away.

ADDENDUM: THIS CAR SOLD FOR $15,900.00


on this, the eve of Election

Its fricking 9:27 AM on November 1st and between NPR, CNN, WPLJ, and ABC I have heard the cliché “on this, the eve of this election”. OK, I get it the election is tomorrow but I haven’t heard “eve” used so many time in a sentence since last years HIP-HOP awards.

Also, I’m 32 years old and for some reason Daylight savings time is completely fucking with me this time. Granted I’ve just come back from the West coast and I didn’t want to go to sleep last night until around 3:00 but why and the hell can’t I sleep past 7:00 (normally 8:00am).

This sucks, I want my money back and where are the god damned flying cars they promised us?


Tuesday, October 26, 2004

In the CA, BIZ-NITCH

Well, I'm in the middle of 2nd week out in California. I'm getting more than a little tired of the rain and wind.

Tonight I'm in for:

Windy at times with periods of rain. Thunder possible. Low near 50F. SW winds at 20 to 30 mph, diminishing to 10 to 15 mph. Rainfall possibly over one inch.

Not fun when your outide carring drawing in dust on a construction site.

I wonder how I'm ever going to afford to live here?

Friday, October 15, 2004

Just can't stay out of trouble

My distance aquiantence Robert Durst is back in the News in Houston.

It seems that after you cut up an old man while dressed as a woman you can't go driving around PA in a rented car, with two .38's and a couple of boxes of bullets.

I still don't get the evidence tampering thing. I was certain that there was a stronger word for that - say MURDER!

To read more about the total nut job. Click Here.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Who are theses people?

These people scare the shit out of me, but I suppose we don't have to worry about their genes mixing with the rest of us and slowing down the phenominal rate we are populating the earth.

I'm on my way to Santa Barbara for the entirety of next week. Should be a lot of work in the guilded cage.

Also, I am an Uncle as of yesterday. Teresa's sister, Dana, and her husband, Brian, gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I believe she was 8 lbs 2 oz and they have taken to calling her Samantha. I'll send pictures when I get some. UNCLE TUEY.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Durst

What the hell is this about? John and I worked for the Durst’s on the S.I. building a few years ago with DNA so I always like to follow this story.

Um, Yeah, I panicked when, in a struggle for a gun, I killed someone while dressed as a woman and then cut her up. Can I get out of Jail now?

Crazy world. Someone should sell tickets. Hell, I’d buy one.

Brian Rules, but enough

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE BRIAN WILSON. Pet Sounds is one of the most fantastic things ever recorded and if you can't listen to it and hear the amazingly complete things that he accomplished than I pity you. Sure the songs have an innocence and are written from a point of view that is not as continental as Rubber Soul or Revolver, but the shapes and types of sounds that he was creating. The bending of monophonic sound into the full range that he created was only accomplished on a limited basis in recorded music. In fact, outside his Beach Boys efforts, The Beatles and Phil Spector, I can think of no one who could touch him at the time.

That being said, his abandonment of "SMILE" makes any return to that specific process almost worthless except to hardcore Wilson fans. The advancements in recording that occurred through the development of stereo, quadraphonic and surround sound would be very hard for an analog master such as Wilson to contend with. I would be very interested to hear the songs and to hear what he was thinking in his mind from that time but he is 62 now (24 when he gave up the project the first time) and I can’t believe that the music of the last 40 years will not change the nature of the music.

I just can’t see what he’s doing other than completing an addendum to the History of Sgt. Peppers and/or overdosing on nostalgia.


Monday, October 11, 2004

how do you change a dishwasher into a snow blower?

I’m all screwed up today. We went and watched a football game this weekend at a new friend's apartment in the barrio. It was the Cowboys and the Giants and although I don’t really have a strong opinion as to the outcome, I did catch myself rooting for Dallas. I suppose you can take the boy out of the country…

The reason I’m screwed up is because or the nature of camaraderie. It just seems like it used to be so easy. We’d get out of studio at 10:30 on a Wednesday night and 3-9 people would head over to Posse for as many pitchers and cigarettes as we could afford. Before that it was riding around in a circle, flashing people over and looking for the “party” at someone’s house. Now getting together just seems so damned difficult. I almost never see my three best friends in the City.

MWC guy, who is hard to get to come out, must spend a fortune on cabs and trains all to get a 2-3 hours of drinks and a dinner. There’s cpt, who is either working or on his way to Boston to be with his significant other. He’s the wildest person I know who’s never been incarcerate yet if I see him 6 times a year, it’s a lot. Then there’s the guy who live in my same borough, yet it’s a chore to see him more than once a month.

I know its as much my fault (maybe more) that we never have time. It also seems like when we do have time we spend the majority of our efforts attempting to drink our differences away and fumbling between our insincere mates and our general intolerance of those outside our silly little domiciles. I just want to be able to hang out again. I wanna head over to someone’s house and just sit and I want them to do the same with me.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing, watching the Hogan’s Heroes, thinking about going to the Saxon, later on about 11:00”

“cool, I got something I want you to see. Can I come over about 10:00 and then I’ll go with you?

“great”


As it stands, were left hanging out with the people we work with. People who you can’t tell what’s really going on in your life for fear someone will tell your boss or the co-worker you loathe. So, meeting some people in the neighborhood was a great thing. They drink but don’t seem to get stupid. They're smart but not nerds. They’re Republican but they don’t force there shit on you. It was great and I learned a few off color jokes. So, all and all, it was a good weekend.


Dallas Lost!


Sunday, October 10, 2004

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I wonder what percentage of people neglect there blogging activities on the weekend?

I wonder what color my liver is?

I watched Supersize Me yesterday - Jez....

I think I'll take a nap like a good American.

Friday, October 08, 2004

Jack Welch Apartment

Welch CP view


I began work on Jack Welch's Apartment yesterday. This is the view of Central Park from his Living room.




view from the tower


It should be a little over 3,000 sq. ft and is on the 44th floor of the Bloomberg Building. This is the view from the Construction lift that is still mounted on the exterior of the building.





view of the tower


A updated photo taken from my office. You will see a window washer's scaffolding at approximately the 44th floor.


Holy Shit! Batman - Taipei 101

Taipei street



I was there less than a month ago and although it was dark and rainy the entire 14 hours I spent on the ground, I wish I'd tried to go see it. I've read most of the talk about it not being the biggest for very long but still this is a weird time in history for Architecture.





famous world heights


Seemingly, Architecture is being valued again but more as a tourist attraction or as a gimic. Almost like a side show.London, Tokyo, Moscow could have "outbuilt" the Tradecenter/Empire State Building years ago. Its just a marketing ploy, almost like the worlds biggest ball of twine.










Lisa Heartman

When I was around 10 (I think), I threw an egg in a sitters hair.

The egg was raw.

It was the day of prom night.

I got nothing on this chick.

Ggggggggggg T. i . g , e. r.

and yet, OJ walks free. I suppose its fitting the tiger has been in jail for quite some time.

I'm also amused at the idea of Time-Warner coming over to install a new cable box between 8 - 12 and / or 2-6 and finding a god-damned tiger in the place.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Gherkin in London



Jokingly, I've said before, but I feel it bears repeating, that "the British shouldn't be trusted to design anything bigger than a hat". I actually have nothing but respect for Sir Norman Foster. Having experienced the level of work from their office during the construction of Asprey, I feel confident that as a whole they are very strong and precise. However this is the largest uncircumcised suppository I've ever seen.












It should also be said that the building, which is owned by Swiss Re, is vastly vacant and financial not doing so well. And not to draw parallels but the Empire State Building was dubbed the "empty state building" for many years due to its development in a uncertain Midtown Manhattan.


Microsuck

I have two computers in the world (three if you count my old laptop that runs Win95) and none of them will run today. I'm XP at work and ME at home and ever since I downloaded the new Service Pack either of them have run worth a damn. Is this a microsoft created hardware problem? Does the new software need bigger and better hardware? Will I be buying new computers every 6 months for the rest of my life like my grandfather did buggy whips?

And another thing. Our home computer is down. Why is my wife angry at me? How is this my fault? I worked from 8:00 til 1:00am trying to get it going. Give me a break, I going as fast as I can.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

UM. . .




right


Sun Kil Moon

Ok, day two. Today seems like an easy day. Maybe that’s why this whole Blog thing keeps going. Anyway, I could start in with the Vice Presidential Debate and the way those jerks beat each other up and ignored Gwen Ifill. Or, I could rant about the Nobel Prize and the naming of Ubiquitin (which by the way is pretty amazing research).

But instead, I’d like to discuss the lyric that keep going through my head today from a band called Sun Kill Moon. Their album Ghosts of the Great Highway came out last fall and is fronted by Mark Kozelek, formerly of Red House Painters. Mark you may also know from Cameron Crowe’s movie Almost Famous as a member of the band Stillwater. I am most struck by the opening song on the album “Glenn Tipton”.


As many of you will know, Glenn Tipton was one of the guitarists for Judas Priest. The song begins with a list of adversaries starting with the abuse that Clay took at the hand of heavy weight Liston in their 1964 fight. Clay started the fight a 7 : 1 underdog (If you wanna lose your money then bet on Sonny- Clay quipped) ended up fighting the 5th round blind due to a liniment of Liston’s that got in Clays eye. In the end Clay would win what was to be his last fight by that name as he would renounce his “slave name” and change to Muhammad Ali. The rest of the first verse continues in turn by the recalling the conflicts between Judas Priest’s founding guitarist KK Downing and Glenn Tipton. Next are Jim (Gomer) Nabors and Bobby Vinton.


The song leads, sometimes humorously, around the battles and conflicts that fill our lives and those in it with whom we collide. The late night internal dialog of his father, simple daily struggles and the pain in jettisoning your first lover are all positioned against the more (ok less) famous conflicts of the first stanza. Mark could have chosen more known conflict (think Sonny & Cher), but he didn’t. Why? Maybe to make the average Indy-Shoe Gazer do a little homework. Maybe because he needed the cadence and it just worked. And what about the notion of time/change/dreams which are also hugely planted in each chorus. Any thoughts?

The album's got many other great gems. Try downloading, um I mean buying, "Carry me Ohio", " Lily and Parrots" and "Salvador Sanchez".


Cassius Clay got hit more than Sonny Liston,
Some like K.K.Downing more than Glen Tipton
Some like Jim Nabors, Some Bobby Vinton
I like them all

I put my feet up on the coffee table
I stayed up late, watching cable
I like old movies with Clark Gable
Just like my Daddy does

Just like my Dad did when he was home,
Staying up late, Staying up alone
Just like my Dad did when he was thinking
How fast the years pass

I knew an old woman ran a donut shop
She worked late, serving Cops
Then one morning, baby, her heart stopped
Place ain’t the same no more

Place ain’t the same no more
Not without my friend any more
Place ain’t the same no more
How things change

I buried my first victim when I was nineteen
Went through her bedroom and the pockets of her jeans
And found her letters that said so many things
That really hurt me bad

I never breathed her name again
But I like to dream about what could have been
I never heard her calls again
But I like to dream



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Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Give us this Day our Daily Blog

OK, This is my first stab at this and I can't promise I'll follow up on it regularly but I thought I'd give it a try. I've know a few other people who are having a go of it and thought it might be a little more rewarding than surfing Ebay for vintage guitars or waiting for the news sites to update their cycle stories.

Let me just say from the word "go" that I can't spell worth a damn, nor do I have the skills of the most modest grammarian. However, I do have a rant and if that’s not what the internet is for then why did Al Gore invent it.

That being said....

I'm going to start by publishing something very silly and open ended, on the elephants of Thailand.




  1. a working elephant in the teak forrests

  2. an elephant that gives silly tourists rides and are fed, water and provided adequate medical care
  3. or a wild elephant in fear of being killed for you ivory
I think i'm going with option 2.