SMHB looks so serious studying (unibomber-style) for his LEED exam tomorrow. We (royally) really truly do wish him the best of luck, both with that and other SRI endeavours. But I have to say – since I’ve gotten to Sodom-West the level of Greener Than Thou-ness I’ve been seeing has reached near toxic levels, diffused only with nanny-state behavioral modifications (NO POOP BAGS FOR YOU!! AND COMPOST NAPKIN AND STRAW WRAPPER!!) or the purchase of modern indulgences. There’s a vast gulf between encouraging green standards apartment buildings and adopting the self-loathing that doesn’t allow one to enjoy anything without calculating fuel burnt, water expended and carbon exhaled. Yet somehow many of us are on the wrong side.
My meager mild point is that it’s sometimes ok to smile, laugh, and take it easy, enjoy what we have and what we do without green guilt flagellation. To that end, I was amused by Silent Cal‘s take on green Halloween candy.
Why not give out a more local product than one made of African cocoa and Caribbean sugar? Simply dip crickets in wild honey and dust with beet sugar: voila! The greenest Halloween ever! To keep in the green spirit, recommend that the kids who receive these locavore snacks use organic eggs and recycled toilet paper to “decorate” your house that night.
How can you call yourself green if you even drink coffee? Do you know how much fossil fuel is expended just getting it to these shores? A true environmentalist would be drinking a lukewarm tisane of mint leaves with wild honey. Or, just drink out of a puddle. Your call.
This is crab attack #2! I am now master of both east coast and west coast crustacean funk stylin’. Thanh Long is definitely worth visiting again, provided I come into another set of meat-phillic visitors (and to be sure, a giant pile of spare money and/or an expense account).
I’ll leave with a brief mention how wonderful & strange it was to see M. again, after the briefest of decade-long intermissions. A mind-altering time-warping reorientation to the oldest of old schools. As a bonus, she’s promised to send on more graphic evidence of her special brand of ferocious carnivorousdom for our perverse viewing pleasure. Mind your fingers everyone…
I figured the visual perception folks might like this – it’s worth watching at full screen. The Unfinished Swan from Ian Dallas. This is just a demo – per The Dust Forms Words, the released version won’t be so spooky halloween-tastic.
The feeling of the tech demo is kinda cold and desolate, because that’s initially the direction we thought the game was going to go. Now it’s become more of an interactive children’s book. Aesthetically we’re shooting for a mix of Dark Crystal and Japanese ghost story. I have no idea what that means musically, but it’ll be interesting to find out.
Three days to Halloween and I have no hot glue gun, no stretchy dryer exhaust pipe, no waiting army of googly eyes. Or, any sort of concrete game plan. I briefly wanted to go as a robotic caterpillar. I wanted to go as a Higgs Particle. Or a Stegosaurus. Or Zoltan? The Dow Jones?!?!? You see my problem.
The path of least resistance will find me in a bloodied white shirt as the brother of the two sisters. That would be lame.
It was a mistake to not bring Maija in the car with me. I didn’t really need any of the crap I brought instead of her, several boxes of which I haven’t even unpacked yet. Possibly, I’ve been spending too much time inside working on fixing the new hevelonian, too much time dwelling on the bestest of all tags. At any rate, one more month.
I’m massively dehydrated from the gym and the walk after (but, crepuscular ducks!) so have been alternating stimulant and depressant liquids since I got home. This seems like a perfect time for a little vampire movie liveblogging I’ve been thinking of. Continue reading Let’s watch Nightwatch!
Both the southerners told me that mixcorps CDs have arrived despite my selecting the lose-this-package rate. Small consolation, I know, given what went wrong last night, but still, it’s something. I haven’t finished working my way through them myself yet but can safely say this is the first time in the last several decades I’ve had Rod Stewart stuck in my head on my way to work. At any rate, let us know below what you dig. Or just leave snarky anonymous comments further on down.
Here’s a brief little video from the caffeinated-sugar-juice soapbox race in Dolores Park this afternoon. Supposedly there were 75,000 people down there today, along with roughly forty teams going down the hill in machines of a range of high-frequency wobbl-bility & auto-destruct upon impact capacity. The crowd consensus was the jump needed to be twice or six times as high as it was.
I was walking home work through the Golden Gate Park trying to avoid having to watch the Red Sox get thumped* when I found this bizarro ET landing craft looking thing peeking over the treeline. Turns out to be the coolio green roof for the new California Academy of Sciences building. I have got to go back in the day – these people opened with a friggin butterfly release – so… so groovy. Moden linguistics fail me.
But, it gets better. They’ve got a T. Rex.
And some sort of aquarium/sunken rainforest thing you can walk under.
Totally dope. Come visit, we’ll go check it out.
*0-7 when I got home, 8-7 two and third later. Coincidence?
After a frenzy of last minute coordination, everything mixcorps 2008-related is wrapped up on the San Francisco end. Our twelve times twelve discs have been burned, labeled, sleeved, stacked in cute little color-code bundles, arty-tarted, packaged and done been sent. A gross of golden gosling (?) greatness! As a bonus, I even threw in an extra month’s waiting to build frenzy. Hope you guys like (at least some of) these.
If you have any problems with any of the discs, let me know and we’ll try a digital distribution.
Oh, also. I left these (mostly) anonymized such that your impressions wouldn’t be biased by your hatred for each other. Some folks have asked for a poll-type thing to help validate their own feelings of superiority and while I don’t really think the sample size is large enough, I’m always game for quasitative analysis so will throw one up in a week or so.
Some people have been making statements to the effect that they ran the BAA half-marathon on Sunday (using quasify(!), no less). This claim is questionable when available primary evidence is examined. To wit,
Parental units unaware of race on Saturday evening.
Fantastic day here today. Watched Colt take down the #1 Okies, fixed my dad’s photoblog stream and then walked up to the bridge to see some fleet week jet action. These machines are just awesome, unbelievable maneuverability and more than a little loud. It’s pretty much the least green form of entertainment I can think of (1,300 gallons of fuel per plane per hour!?), but still, great fun. Now, if the Red Sox could just settle down and win this thing, all would be perfect.
I went to see an opera tonight where VC’s friend Indre (right, w/ fruit, w/o beard) was performing. Technically, The Rose of Persia is an operetta (due to spoken interludes), written by Sullivan after his Gilbert days had ended. The show runs through this weekend at the San Jose Lyric Theatre, and is highly recommended. Both of the female leads bring serious sonic artillery to the table – it’s clear that they really could do evil with the (non-amplified!) power of their voices were they so inclined. The show didn’t exactly meet my preexisting High Culture Expectations (though one dude there was wearing a tuxedo) but instead was good fun (your pick – clever wordplay, rampant drug abuse (by the characters, not the audience) and 19th century behavioral malapropisms). Here’s a bit from a storytelling brainstorm session near the end, courtesy of The Gilbert & Sullivan Archive (running off a Boise State math server, naturally).
It is said a young lady named Muffet
(Selecting a seat on a tuffet)
Was breaking her fast
With a modest repast
When she suddenly fled from the tuffet!
She spied a she-spider beside her!
The spider beside her espied her!
Beside herself she
Would undoubtedly be
Having spied a big spider beside her!
Having spied a big spider, a spider beside her!
Have you heard of that horrible story?
I have — it’s in my category!
So have I!
So have I!
So have I!
It’s a horribly harrowing story!
Nineteen months of photoblogging crashed spectacularly today. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, given the wildly obsolete and randomly modified teeter-totter type drupal structure we had propping it up, though, yo be transparent though, it was totally my fault. The accident broke innumerable posts on quasify and elsewhere around our corner of the internets. I hope those directly impacted (particularly wee Hondo) can embrace the misfortune for it’s upside, a new chance at a fresh start. It will probably take the rest of this month to transition as I try to port the mangled remnants of the database over to WordPress and get the old posts back up. Please email if you need instructions on how to proceed with the new site.
In the meantime (speaking of iPhone-wielding little dorks) ZENYX is up and rockin in, mobo-style.
Today brought Hardly Strictly Bluegrass 8 to a close. I saw Elvis Costello (…), Sam Beam of Iron & Wine and Gogol Bordello’s non-stop metal-bluegrass-party-jam. And again, lamentably, I have no good photographs. It’s time for either a new DSLR or at least a longer lens (though to be fair I didn’t really try hard today). It’s late here now and I’m trying to catch up with both the Patriots and Sox on DVR so I’ll just post a radio edit of Sodom, South Georgia from Iron & Wine. To get the full Iron & Wine HSB experience, randomly pause the song at various points, tell the audience jokes and then restart at the bridge.
Today was pretty not too bad down at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass. Wandered around finding the stages, briefly saw both Nick Lowe and The Desert Rose Band. I settled at the Porch Stage to see a set from Joe Purdy (whose name I hadn’t heard but who has had songs on House and Lost (he’s who Hurley is listening to on the beach in this scene from season one). Overall though, Purdy’s great live though a touch heavy on geographic nostalgia.
Dave Alvin has got the best concept in the business working – he’s surrounded himself with an all-female backing band (“The Guilty Women”) of mostly Austin players. I tried to count them all but it kept changing, somewhere between eight and seventeen musicians. As long as we’re doing soundtracks, Quentin Tarantino used Dave’s old band (The Blasters) song ‘Dark Night’ in From Dusk Till Dawn. In the clip below that song’s been dubbed over various wrong parts of that movie. It’s definitely not the song being played during the infamous Salma Hayek snake dance scene, that’s Austin’s Tito & Tarantula, though points for whoever cut this to make it look like a match.
Oh. Also saw part of Robert Earl Keen to continue my efforts of making up for sets missed at ACL, though it was getting dark and cold and about time to go watch the Cubs get knocked out of the playoffs so wasn’t so much into that.