Not this ridiculous though. Next stop, Muppetcisco!
I skipped out of work early today to show the apartment* to (yet another) disinterested person. Which put me on the B-line at 3pm with ~25 or so of the shriekiest young ones I’ve ever had the pleasure of riding with. As we rolled into BU West I heard something, look up to see some guy my age making this roaring sound (really, imagine a lion) with this odd twisted face. I thought he had to be purposefully scaring/playing with the child-horde but then he was seizing on the floor, bleeding from his head and spitting up. The train stopped for about ten minutes or so as a few passengers and I held him still trying to keep him from further hurting himself while we waited for Boston EMS. The conductor of the second car came forward was completely competent and helpful, taking charge of the scene. While the situation was sad and scary, for him and by association for the rest of us who but for grace could been in his place, collectively this was the kindest behavior I’ve seen strangers exhibit towards another in our odd little isolationist transit dystopia. In a way, it was the nicest thing that happened today.
PS. The parents just called from New Orleans where their rental car was stolen and/or towed. Apparently the cousin of the guy who told them where to park drives the tow trunk that hooked them, brilliant. Graft, after all, is a necessary precursor to reconstruction.
I woke up at 4am this morning to take my parents to Logan for their flight to New Orleans. After getting rid of them I found myself too delirious to think straight so figured to crash a bit longer before work. I lay down and dropped straight into this extended hardcore visceral hallucination of being sucked under a tsunami in some filthy urban harbor where I was trying to avoid the illegal and illicit behavior of my friends. The dream (which was highly disturbing with the ugly particulars I am leaving out) bore more than passing resemblance to dream scenario #2 which had been shared with me the day prior, in which I broke into an industrial refrigerator at an unnamed telecommunications giant and stole some lobsters before escaping by swimming in a pit of dirty water. Apparently, escape occurred without apprehension. Also apparently, I have unresolved issues.
All of this provides me with an overly roundabout and too revealing way of letting me feature a particular VOTD which Echoplanar showed at Coolidge open screen last year. So, without further ado, I Put a Fu Kung You.
I may not have been surprised at the moment of maximal suspension of disbelief during a going away party my Boston friends organized last night at Big City (thanks B-pooh, enemy of the people!). But I definitely didn’t expect the waitress to show up at the 11th hour with a customized cake in my honor. I may have made some comments last night regarding the architectural accuracy of this representation but in the light of day with the power of GIS at my disposal I have to say, other than paint color quibbles, this is pretty spot-on accurate. It’s safe to say this cake has a rightful spot in the martinoz cake pantheon. Thanks to everyone who showed up and celebrated with me.
A little something I learned today about being a landlord. Particularly appropriate with the opening of I Want to Believe tonight.
Good to know!
I’ve been wandering around Boston since the kuidaore extravaganza in somewhat of an altered state. On Sunday, not being of sound mind, I partook in a breach of habit the result of which left me without wallet, without car, without my most precious charlie card. I literally had only a single quarter-poor change dish on my ledger. It’s an interesting perspective to adopt temporarily, this complete & utter non-participation in the financial or retail world, with no debit or credit card playing backstop to simple daily decision-making. The flawed logic of my regular protestation that due to vague unspecified monetary concerns I couldn’t do this or that was laid out as fiction. In the actual physical reality, I can do pretty much whatever I want. Yesterday & today though, no food, no coffee, no bus or train home. Dinner invite across town? Not possible to accept. Nothing to be done but walking here and there to work, sweating, thinking, watching the cars trains and aeroplanes pass me by.
So fast forwarding to the present. My television, long part of the San Fran Plan vis-à-vis auction block elimination, is gone and I’m thoroughly re-liquid. My wallet, reacquired, thanks largely to the honesty of the mechanic who found it. In the space of 30 minutes I’ve transitioned back from having a legitimate strategy session about forcibly crashing through the back door of the 66 down on Huntington Ave to rolling flush. And while I can’t and won’t say I prefer the former, I certainly can say there’s a greater immediacy and acute awareness to being piss broke that I’d like to recommend to everyone who otherwise wouldn’t have cause to be. A suggestion – some weekend, leave the house with ~$1.34 in small change, just to see where what and how it is.
I was introduced to the Japanese concept of Kuidaore (????) this weekend. From the definition above you may correct surmise it’s not the healthiest of pursuits, particularly on a weekend of such extreme heat where the temptation of libation leaves one’s judgment clouded. But overall, it was an interesting experience, centering on the consumption of smaller than meal-sized amounts of food at a number of restaurants (Brookline’s Fugakyu, Harvard Square’s Wagamama & the oddly lonely Koreana in Cambridge). I believe the Hong Kong was visited as well though that cannot be confirmed with available evidence. If you’re interested in doing your own Kuidaore tour of Boston my only suggestion is to pace, pace, pace yourself, avoiding all starchy side dishes and pork bellies. Also beware the ethically challenged cabbies of Harvard Square who (2 for 2!) aren’t above looping the block a couple of times to jack up their fares.
I woke up this morning to read in successive emails that Rob has arrived in Austria for the World Rowing Championships and SJH is safely in Switzerland for her Medieval Sermons Society conference. Rob’s preliminary race is next Tuesday, the LM1x; I’m not sure when SJH is giving her poster and/or if there’s internet access at ‘Foyer Franciscain’ but I’ll put up a presumptive tag in hopes of some decently different POTDs.
*Unlike Czechoslovakia. Which became a state in 1918 with the Empire’s dissolution and which roughly 50% of the major party presidential candidates are aware no longer exists. Na zdraví!
I was over at WMBR tonight to shoot what’ll likely be my last Pipeline for the foreseeable future. Pleasantly it was a worthwhile band, Ponies in the Surf (who I posted a couple of quick videos of from PA’s Lounge last winter). Our Pipeline stuff has recently dropped way off the map since I took a job at BU this past spring but it was affirming and comforting* somehow to go back in once more. I’ll put a couple new videos from the Ponies up here and on echoplanar in a few days but for now here’s a brief spin around the WMBR backroom.
*Apologies re: sentimentality. I’ve been told to stop but can’t help it.
Some archival pumpkins footage unearthed this past weekend during the semi-decennial cleaning of the drives. I’m guessing this is from either 2003 or 1953 (based on Z’s haircut).
Baby Senegal parrots from Sea World Pet Center up in Salem, NH. Somehow, I’m able to recognize every employee in this place.
And I ? these guys for the shoutout. See how easy it is to fall into these self-inflating virtuous cycles where I like you, when you like me, and then we all sing-dance-sing-along with Barney & Friends (Baby Bop, BJ, and Riff).
Yeah? Yeah. Yee-haw! Now I’m Texas Too!
Since CNSMHB are using an accudate(TM) posting system* I missed most of their backdated shots from their recent trip down to West Virginia for Bonita’s wedding. Our RSS feed apparently only catches the last ten.
*Thank you for following the daily part of the rules.
**ppps Congrats to the hitched, I guess.
Dog and I and assorted others still awake are in the North End for the 4th as CNSMHB are out of town leaving their home vulnerable for the rockstar trashing it so readily deserves. Some pictures from the roof. The whole neighborhood was up there tonight.
Speaking of San Francisco, I finally got around to watching The Bridge, an Eric Steel documentary about the suicidal people who jumped from the Golden Gate Bridge in 2004. Going in, I knew this was going to be depressing (it was) and not particularly edifying (it wasn’t) but I at least thought from the trailer that it would be more beautiful than it turned out to be. The whole thing is cut throughout with some of the most awkward, static, multi-person interviews with families and witnesses that just go on and on to no particular end, interrupting and contradicting each other, only demonstrating the vagueness of their memories and inability to say anything insightful about those who succeeded in killing themselves. If anyone ever shows up with a camera to interview you about some departed loved one, please for the love of all that’s decent try to be dynamic, engaging, fluent in the art of spoken English. Or be convincingly rustic and folksy, or over-the-top bombastic, whatever. Just not bored and disengaged.
Counter to my current goal of converting all physical objects I own into into gas vouchers for the long ride to San Francisco, I bought a new computer to take advantage of a work reimbursement thing. And, lovely enough, it came with a free printer and iTouch.
The computer itself is still in Shanghai (I borrowed the photo from NP who was there last summer). The printer is in the HP haven of boring Bloomington, CA. The iPod has been the most active, jumping from Anchorage to Indy to Eastie in one day. And to round out the quad-fecta, the TX1 is “fixed” and idling in Chicago on it’s way back home. Tracking packages is great fun, more fun say than losing your luggage having to trust in the Quantas/United vortex of lost bags & unaccompanied minors to make good.
Unrelated PS: JP, sorry I forgot that yesterday was Canada Day!!!!