Thursday, February 25, 2010

Early Exposure to Ween

I must depart for work. But first I'll leave you with a musical number by a cute girl named Steph doing her version of Ween's "Push th' Little Daisies." I just love the idea of her playing this tune for a girl scout troop. Little does she know that their brains will soon be turned to mush by their early exposure to Ween. Then again, maybe she's completely aware of the effects of Ween.

Contentment on the Horizon

Sunday is February 28th. It's not a leap year, so that is the last day of the month. It's also the day that I have promised to be cleaned out of my apartment. I'll miss my underground parking privileges, but otherwise my new domicile is a certified upgrade. It's still quite humble, but if I look to the east out of my office window I can see the Cascades on a clear day. In the evening I can walk out on the deck and count the stars until I run out of prime numbers.

I'm enjoying Neville Shute's On the Beach. I probably shouldn't use a word like "enjoy" to describe my feelings towards a tale describing the last days of human existence as a radiation clouds sweeps the Earth, but there it is. There is an underlying sadness running throughout On the Beach, because the remaining citizens of the planet know that they have approximately three months until they start to die of radiation poisoning. Some cannot face the prospect and blur reality with a steady diet of alcohol. Others spend their time planning for a nonexistent future, but the future is always nonexistent until we start to fill it with life experiences and then it ceases to be the future.

After this weekend is over I will officially be an ex-resident of the Royal Manor apartments. I can then begin to feel much more settled in my little domicile in northeast Seattle. I'll have more time to start catching up on movies I have missed. (I recently watched "District 9," but I don't have the stomach to create a review at this time.) And then there is the endless task of organizing my library, but I live for that. You would think after shelving and alphabetizing books all evening at work I wouldn't relish doing the same task at home, but you would be wrong.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Like a Dick Outta Hell

Why does the media tease us with headlines lines like: Dick Cheney Hospitalized in D.C.. It seems the man with no heart consistently has heart problems, but never serious enough to take him perpetually out of the news. Besides, it's not as if when he finally croaks all of his minions will follow him back through the fiery gates of hell. Plus there is his daughter Liz, who will be left behind to carry on the very important business (and I do mean business) of scaring the American public, so that the corporations can continue to run roughshod over our meager rights as citizens.

Get better soon Dick! Or else just get gone!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Out of the Loop

I forgot to wake up in time to watch the confessions and apology of Tiger Woods. Oh no, what will I do without a head filled with useless and shameful gossip today? There seems to be all this concern for the fact that Tiger Woods cheated on his wife, and disgraced the sport of golf; but what if his sexual interactions with porn stars and strippers is what gave him the edge in tournaments? I think that the American public would think differently of Mr. Woods if he came out and declared that in order to stay at the top of his game he must continue to conquer a retinue of cheap and sleazy women. I mean, after all, they put the full-color ads for Viagra in Golf magazine each month. The pharmaceutical industry knows their target audience: Lusty golfers cheating on their wives, but feeling guilty and therefore not able to fully swing their wood.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Sunshine and the Apocalypse

It appears that Spring has sprung in Seattle, although we're a month or so early. The sun is beaming outside, and I need to depart in ten minutes or so for my evening shift at the bookstore.

Between last night and today I finally decided to start reading On the Beach by Neville Shute. I have been scouring used bookstores for years searching for this title, and I finally found a nice hardcover edition in a used book buy last week. Since I've been wanting to read this tale of citizens in the aftermath of a nuclear war for years, I figured why not now? Besides, a new edition has been re-released this month, and I may just end up choosing it as my new staff pick.

I know that there are a few Krispy Kreme donuts left out in the kitchen. I can hear them calling my name, but I'm ignoring them until I am safely at work. I also think I may have burned myself out on the blond brownie tradition, so I may last through the afternoon without snacking unnecessarily.

If you are in the Seattle area, then please get outside today and enjoy the sunshine in my stead.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A Waist is a Terrible Thing to Mind

Lately I have started to come home during my dinner break. Traditionally I had rotated between eating at Vios Cafe (50% discount!) and Zeek's Pizza. Sometimes I ventured as far as Jalisco's Mexican restaurant for a "change of pace." But ever since I moved into the house with my Significant Other, I have been able to sit down at the table in the kitchen with a view of the Cascade mountain range through the sliding glass doors. It's not a million dollar view by any means, but any glimpse of the mountains from the city is becoming more and more rare, especially since they lifted the height restrictions on buildings downtown.

Beside being lucky enough to enjoy home cooked meals nearly every night, I have also enjoyed a multitude of homemade snacks. We're talking fresh apple turnovers, "blond" brownies, pecan bars. Right now there is a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts sitting on the counter. Granted, it's not homemade goodies, but it's tempting nonetheless. Soon, instead of driving five minutes to come home to eat, I'll be walking to and from work and eating carrot sticks during break.

My home office is still shaping up. I finally moved my desk over, so that logging on and getting things done is not so inconvenient anymore. There are still shelves that have yet to be filled with books, but there are still boxes of books to unpack. In fact, there are still boxes...and boxes...and boxes of books to bring over. Last night we contemplated lining the walls up near the ceiling with a bookshelf or two. Then we would need one of those ladders that roll along on a track, so that we could pull down a volume occasionally.

Speaking of books: I have yet to really start A Common Pornography by Kevin Sampsell. Well, actually I've started it two or three times, but I just cannot seem to get into it. I think I'm more in need of a novel with a good plot to pull me along. I picked up a used copy of Jim Thompson's Pop. 1280. I had recently ordered the Criterion edition of "Coup de Torchon"; a film directed by Bernard Tavernier and based on the novel by Thompson. I had originally seen the film upon it's release in 1983 at the Four Seasons Cinemas in East Providence, Rhode Island. [Obvious insertion of meaningless personal trivia.] Tavernier changes the location in the novel from the American south to colonial Africa.

Previously I have read Jim Thompson's The Killer Inside of Me, which is a short intense novel about a psychopathic killer, who also happens to be the town sheriff. Thompson is in a class of crime noir writers that include David Goodis, and Charles Willeford. His prose is raw and his characters sink to unspeakable lows. It's great stuff!

It is now nearing one o'clock in the morning and there is a Bavarian creme donut with my name on it, just waiting to be ingested. Maybe I can peruse a few titles in an effort to pick my next book while I stuff my face. I just happened to bring a few new books home with me.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Tuesday Feels Like Monday

The sun is shining at the moment, and I need to bring my son to his mother's house in a few minutes, and then go to work. When the sun actually shows it's shiny face then it becomes more difficult to go into work at two in the afternoon. I can only imagine how reluctant I will be to go into work when the idyllic days of summer arrive.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Monday at Lunchtime

The weekend went by too fast...of course. Here we are on Monday, which is President's Day. I guess that there are certain people that get this day off. I'm one of those who must work, so that consumers can celebrate the day properly by attending "President's Day Sales." Actually we do not have any sale going on at the bookstore today, but we do have books on presidents.

I'm about to head out for lunch with friends. The sun is pushing its way through the clouds, trying to convince me that the smarter move today would be to stay home and read. But I must work to be able to buy more books and DVDs. I'm not quite surrounded yet by my favorite media.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

I Have Been Remiss...

I haven't been blogging too much lately, but I'm still settling into the new place. I still have boxes of books and movies to move over from the old apartment. The more books I move over the more ensconced I feel. This move has to have been one of the more sensible and forthright moves I have made. I have not had one moment of doubt since I started sleeping at the new address. Now I've had many, many doubts about a multitude of other things, like Sarah Palin's sanity. I think Stephen Colbert stated it best last week, after Palin's rallying of the tea-baggers. He called her a "fucking retard," but it was in the same satirical spirit that Rush Limbaugh used the word to label left-wing activists.

I'd love to have the time to rant and rave about all things stupid and ridiculous going on in America right now, but there's only 24 hours in a day. I will soon be back on more of a regular schedule and I will be more regular about my blog posts...I promise.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

In Transition

I am now living at my new home, with my new family. I feel like I've been adopted all over again. The house is so close to my work that I've been coming home for supper each night. It takes about two minutes to get here by car, so that gives my most of my hour to hang out with my loved ones.

I heard a rumor that the Super Bowl is this Sunday evening. I guess that means that I'll get some reading time this weekend. Either that, or maybe I could get out to a movie theater. I haven't been to a film since "Avatar," so I still fill the need to cleanse my palate, so to speak. It's not that "Avatar" wasn't entertaining, it was, but it's still just two plus hours of expensive computerized special effects, and I'm more of a character and plot kind of guy.

I finished reading Pride and Prejudice just before moving to the new place. Now I'm into a mystery/thriller entitled California Fire and Life, which features an insurance investigator as the hero. It's not Jane Austen, that's for sure. I'm enjoying the fun read, but I'm also ready to sink my teeth back into some philosophy.

My office is no where near completion. I only set up my computer last night, and I was unsuccessful at connecting to the internet last night, so I'm using my friend's laptop. Once I start filling my office with my book collection than it's all over. I will not be relocating any time soon.