Little details from your day

[Angus Jung]

The drone of a faintly-heard preseason football radio broadcast coming from my Raiders-obsessed neighbor's house, mingling with a huge airplane flying overhead.

The two sounds converge in disparate areas of the sound-field, interspersed with percussive dogbarks.

Almost as good as AMM. And there's a gig every night.

[stackmatic]

Earlier today, while manning the Ready Reference desk at the public library where I work, a woman called and wanted me to look up a synopsis of yesterday's episode of As The World Turns. Apparently it was not aired in its entirety due to New Orleans crisis updates. She was none to happy about this. I read to her from the Thursday episode here:

http://www.cbs.com/daytime/atwt/updates/daily/

I did my best. Tried to read it with passion and sincerity. But I lost it and started cracking up when I got to the part about the Mexican hospital and the illegal organ transplants.

[the Classical]

The drone of a faintly-heard preseason football radio broadcast coming from my Raiders-obsessed neighbor's house, mingling with a huge airplane flying overhead.

The two sounds converge in disparate areas of the sound-field, interspersed with percussive dogbarks.

Almost as good as AMM. And there's a gig every night.

I sense a one-sided lathe-cut 8" recording of this in a edition of 12 in the near future.

A large, sweaty truck driver, in a rush to begin his weekend nearly removed my right index finger w/ a pallet jack a few minutes ago. I informed his dispatcher that he was no longer welcome at my loading dock.

[Andrew L.]

While sitting around a backyard fire with some friends late last night someone used the verb "utilize" instead of "use." My friend Dan, who is an academic (political science), mentioned that this word 'utilize' is only correct in a situation where something is used in a manner it wasn't intended for.

After a brief silence, another guy (very drunk) yelled across the fire, "Kind of like what you do with conversation!"

Also last night, ony my way to the above party, I stopped at a little Lebanese diner for falafel. 3 intensely greasy guys in line in front of me were having a rapid-fire conversation in Lebanese and I remembered that Lebanese is one of the most beautiful sounding languages.

Upon leaving the diner with pita in hand, a visibily distressed girl asked me for change to make a phone call. While eating my pita beside my truck, she returned from the phone booth to ask if I was heading to the southside of town. I told here that I'd just come from the southside, but that she seemed in a tough spot and I'd giver her a ride back that way. The traffic was insane because there was massive fireworks show in the river valley to celebrate Alberta's centennial anniversary. So while we were inching across this massive steel bridge (the High Level Bridge -- one of my favourite structures in Edmonton) that spans the river valley fireworks were exploding over the river, and she was crying quietly explaining how she was new in town and from a small town in BC and had been kicked out of her mother's house, fucked over by a boyfriend, etc, etc.

Anyway, I dropped her off at the somewhat sketchy motel she directed me to (leaving her with my contact info just in case, etc) and headed back toward the river all the way remembering what it's like to be young and afraid and maybe in a big unfamiliar town, etc; and I realized for the umpteenth time in my life how much I love being an independent adult and how rough and scary it can be to be young.

Hopefully things work out for "Carey."

That's my ramble -- the movie I rented tonight is unwatchable (_Sin City_).

[hench]

waking up at 8:15 this morning... re-teaching myself how to play piano/knocking the rust off after a 6 year hiatus... taking more pleasure in hanon & scales than i ever did in the past... it's nice.

[Marsupialized]

Yesterday I get to work and I'm doing my early morning work shit. This really old grizzly mexican dude who also works there, and looks llike the last motherfucker into any kind of music, who I've never said a word to asks me about my bloodshot records shirt....he says 'I love the Waco Brothers, they are a great band' and goes on and on for five minutes about their latest album being awesome and all these shows he's seen them play.

[Angriest_Dragon]

Earlier while I was out on a walk, some crazy looking dude with tattoos on his head stopped me and asked me if I had seen a black and white dog running around the neighborhood. I told him that I had not. He then asked me if I knew where to get drugs. I told him that I did not.

[hip priest]

Last night I went for a few drinks after work. On the way home I was quite taken with a girl sitting opposite me on the tube. It may have had something to do with the drinks, but I kind of thought was some eye contact flirting thing going on. I was particularly impressed with her hair, which was styled in this odd sort of afro that narrowed at the bottom (!). I can't really explain how it looked. But it was very cool and occupied my thoughts for most of the journey
Anyway, after 6 stops the girl stood up, flashed me a huge smile and said "I can tell you really love my helmet hair", smiled again and got off the train.
Although I'll probably never see her again, I've been thinking about her all day, and am ever so slightly in love.

[ironyengine]

This morning, I dropped a box of 17 12"x12" ceramic tiles on my uncovered big toe. Luckily it seems to still be working.

I suspect the rest of the day is going to be a wash.

[Champion Rabbit]

Deleted for reasons of crappiness.

Apologies Mr Priest.

As you were.

[offal]

I recently moved to a new state, so I've been missing my friends and band a little bit. Also, I've spent the last few weeks unpacking and looking for jobs so I haven't had much time to geek out with music. Last night I took a few minutes to put my bass guitar rig together. Played the opening bass riff to "In a Minute" rather loudly. It sounded like home.

--

Also, the other day, while driving home from work in bad traffic, I may changed lanes perhaps a bit too quickly and I accidentally cut a guy off. It wasn't dangerous, but I guess I did cause him to brake earlier than he wanted to. Feeling bad, I quickly got in the slow lane so he could pass. He got up along side my car and started leering at me. I tried not to laugh (So silly these macho guy!). Macho guy then pulls in front of my car and begins driving slowly. I think "Is coincidence, no? Surely these guy is no so much a jerk as to put on the brakes on purpose?!?! Over silly little traffic faux pas? He is so angry over having to slow down that he drive slower still? No way!"

I test my theory, and get in passing lane. Macho guy changes lanes and blocks my car. I return to the slow lane, he follows, and I drive even slower, which makes Macho Man even more frustrated because he wants me to speed and pass so he can block me. But I have nowhere urgent to be, so I relax and try to choke down the giggles as I watch Macho Man checking his rear-view mirror to see if I'm mad yet.

As I approached my exit, I let off the gas, thinking if Macho Man sees my brake lights he'll take my exit as well and continue his game. I time it perfectly, and hit my turn signal just as he passes the exit. As predicted, he tries to take the exit at the last minute and almost hits the guard rail. I laughed all the way home.

Sorry you are such a big jerk, Macho Man, but I am to laugh at you!

[Rotten Tanx]

As I approached my exit, I let off the gas, thinking if Macho Man sees my brake lights he'll take my exit as well and continue his game. I time it perfectly, and hit my turn signal just as he passes the exit. As predicted, he tries to take the exit at the last minute and almost hits the guard rail. I laughed all the way home.

Sorry you are such a big jerk, Macho Man, but I am to laugh at you!

You should have indicated (or signalled as you say) at a previous turning so he would have took it and you could have drove on, laughing like a maniac.

[Terrainasaur]

Yesterday a friend and I biked to nearby springfield to see another friend's band. This other friend used to be in a band with us, and we all still love each other very much, so even though this friend's new band was hardcore (i will call it "hardcore" because that's what he calls it. It's that music that's popular these days, the kind with the new metal influence and two singers screaming. I believe it's also referred to as "screamo") even though they were hardcore, we were exited to see him singing with a new band.

The first band that played was another "hardcore" band, all kids around sixteen or seventeen. Their music was (unintentionally, I think) a semi rythmical mass of sludge noise. One of the members on stage was the light man. He played a few power strips for the lights taped together on a strap as if it were another instrument. They got less and less interesting

I bit later a death metal band got on, and my friend and I went outside where we saw a U.F.O. No shit, twas a flashing red light and a flashing blue light moving very erratically, too high up to be a model airplane. When we got back, I found myself really enjoying the death metal band.

After that is was fun fun fun watching, and almost being destroyed by "hardcore dancing" which, from what I can tell is the act of standing in a hopefully empty space, flailing and fighting with the air. We couldn't contain our laughter.

The show was at a skate park.

A swell evening.

done here.

[ironyengine]

...A swell evening.

So is there a case to be made here that the popularity of "screamo" music is largely the product of alien abduction? I think this deserves further investigation.

[redlights]

I am young and still ponder the ways of (also young) males sometimes. I had a question so I went through my list of trusty guy-freinds who usually answer such questions but not a one could talk or picked up their phone.

So much for males confusing you on saturday nights. Wednesdays would work better when everyone is in but we don't always get what we want.

I also ate a peanut butter sandwich and nutella straight out of the jar because I was hungry, and now I should go to sleep because I have to be up EARLY tomorrow. Gross.

[Redline]

I shampooed my carpet and now I'm about to watch a Yes concert DVD bootleg from 1975 (a tour I saw, one of my first concerts). Pure fun.

[redlights]

I shampooed my carpet and now I'm about to watch a Yes concert DVD bootleg from 1975 (a tour I saw, one of my first concerts). Pure fun.

What are you doing shampooing your carpets at two in the morning?

[shagboy]

today: in someone's front yard, a tree with a trunk so thick that the sidewalk bubbled out in a U shape to accommodate it.

a while ago: driving home at night on a street with a wide, grassy median, i took a left turn. the changing angle of my car and its headlights revealed a skunk in the middle of the median. as soon as the beam was on it, the skunk tensed up its body and became completely still.

i was feeling reckless so i reached for the horn and gave it a honk. before the sound of my car horn could reflect off the elementary school across the street, the skunk's tail had become vertical like an exclamation point and a cloud of mist had formed behind it (and was drifting across the median).

i cackled like a madman and sped off. as i passed the elementary school, a large crowd of suspicious-looking high schoolers crowded around an SUV in the parking lot gave me evil looks -- as though i'd honked to express my disapproval at their unseen illegal activities, rather than to give a skunk a scent gland workout.

[hench]

more from today: wife & i drove four hours to my cousin's spread in rural iowa- big family party. my dad is the merch dude for this awesome fella that plays blues guitar & makes gumbo & feeds the poor. so, he had the guy come out & play this party... a real champagne jam. slide guitar, gumbo, a beautiful day, a small pond, ten miles of trees & rolling hills in every direction, good beer (another cousin is a brewmaster in new york), and three roasted pigs.

told my folks that i was going on tour for a month & they had no compunctions about me quitting the not-cushy-but-as-cushy-as-i've-ever-had day job. that was a surprise.

and then drove like hell back to chicago & made it over 250 miles in 3h45m in time for last call.

[Andrew L.]

Last night I was helping some friends move some gear after a show, and -- well first I should explain that it was a burlesque show at a tattooing conference and these friends are all attractive performer girls -- and as I set down a theremin and huge enormous make-up suitcase I farted really loudly. One of the girls said, "Did you just rip one?"

"Yeah," I said. "You know, the bending over, the heavy lifting."

Then she and I walked backstage in complete silence to get more stuff.