Using Bees To Effect Vengeance

I get to be as self-indulgent as I want without wasting anyone's time. Guilt-free solipsism -- excellent!

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Monday, September 30, 2002
 
It's kind of charming to me that government IT publications have weekly columns devoted to analyzing the latest episode of the West Wing.

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Sunday, September 29, 2002
 
So this weekend was the Austin City Limits Festival -- we caught Wilco, but then hurried back to make sure the dog was OK. The show wasn't bad, although Tweedy claimed to have puked thrice during the previous night's gig...that may have accounted for the lackadaisical pace (you don't play Misunderstood *and* Sunken Treasure in a one-hour set; you just don't). We blew off today, meaning we'll have to see Kelly Willis and Shawn Colvin some other time. Oh well.

On the plus side, we have more pictures.

The Book recommended that we put the dog's name into a song and sing it to him, so that the sound of his name establishes positive connotations for him. We went straight to work thinking of songs that could incorporate his name. So far:

I Want Your Dex
Dexual Healing
Get Up, I Feel Like Being A Dex Machine

If he were a band, he would be Dexy's Midnight Runners. If he were a George Harrison album, he would be Dextra Texture. Yes -- that last sickeningly soppy joke made you uncomfortable, didn't it? It forced you to stare into the abyss that has been the last 48 hours of my life...are you recoiling at the dizzying descent into domestic inanity that has accompanied dog ownership?

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Friday, September 27, 2002
 
Moving to Austin -- the subtext was always Dogs & Babies.

Well, say hello to the newest member of the Blantreich household: C.K Dexter Haven.

It's been a tiring week for Dexter. Two days ago he underwent the ritual doggie bris; today he was snatched from the Town Lake Animal Center by two odd, albeit affectionate, young people who immediately whisked him to a pet store in a strip mall and proceeded to agonize over the right crate to purchase him (he sensibly curled up on a shelf and grabbed some shuteye while all this was transpiring). Then they schlepped him to Blantreich Mansions, where he had a nice little run around his new garden, even volunteering his first (and so far, only) bark. He was then introduced to the concept of "indoors", which took some getting used to. Tentative sniffing ensued, then a quick lap at the water dish for appearance's sake before settling down for some full-on basking in new owner love. Ella Mae stopped by to add some cooing of her own, a rawhide bone was produced, and after some vigorously single-minded gnawing, Dexter's week finally caught up with him and he settled down for a schluf.

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Monday, September 23, 2002
 
God, it's been forever since I posted, hasn't it? It's disgusting really...I've got all kinds of excuses, but you don't care. Why should you?

All I can do is try to make it up to you, the only way I know how: by drawing your attention to Atomic Badger Racing. Be sure to check out the Strangelove-esque kitties you can drop on competing badgers. [via b3ta]

What else? Going to the Austin City Limits festival this weekend -- your usual assortment of sufficiently alt-country bands and local favorites, plus the effin String Cheese Incident (does anyone find that name funny? It reeks of a bunch of musos sitting around stoned after rehearsal convincing themselves that it's amusing). Still, should be fun, and worth the price of admission for Wilco alone.

The new Spoon album, Kill The Moonlight, is super-super-keen, y'all. It grows on you like a vat full of Sea Monkeys swimming in growth hormone -- just like that, in fact. The songs get into your bloodstream without you noticing. So, MP3 of the Time Increment -- Spoon's The Way We Get By. This one seems catchy enough at first, but a few more listens and you'll be unable to avoid putting it on thrice a day for the next two weeks. Highly recommended, especially for juniorhighpants...she heard some demos from this record during the Great Stoop Sale of '02, and now I always think of her and how much she'd probably like this album.

Other Spoon factoids: my friend Matt plays sax on two songs. A Lovejoy is the touring keyboardist with them these days. Spoon have never made a bad record. I work with a guy who put out a bunch of their 7"s. They used to rock in all the right ways, but now they save it -- it's just another arrow in the quiver. If you want to get a feel for Rock Age Spoon, check Car Radio.

Another MP3 of the Time Increment -- you've heard me go on about him before, but this new Roddy Frame song is quite lovely methinks. He has a new acoustic album that I haven't bought yet, but I will get it shortly.

The missus thinks I should write a book about the role that chocolate has played in my life.

Adam (as seen in US Magazine) called me up while DJing at Lolita, to soliciting an instant request honoring the presence of John Wesley Harding -- I plumped for The Magnificent Seven, which went down a treat. I made a mix for him to draw from at his gigs -- you can see the tracklisting here. DJing one night, cruising with Britney the next...New York cannot contain this man.

We sleep with the windows open lately. It's nice. We've been hanging out with Ella Mae more lately too. That's been really nice.

Sounds like sistra v and I have had similar existential crises lately about our suitability for our chosen careers ...except what she's doing is actually much more difficult and much more worthy than what I'm doing. I'm with you, V! Either way, you learn something about yourself and can move on.

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Wednesday, September 11, 2002
 
Hey there New York friends. We're thinking about you and wishing we were there.

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