Thursday, June 29, 2006

Athens, Georgia - Surround

More later, but initial recall from Athens, GA June 22-25

Hear:

Constant hum of the air conditioning as I walk to my room, the constant exhale of it blowing in my room.

Muted sound of music playing at the outdoor stage as I walk into town.

Music, beautiful music. Spare, simple country at Nuci's Space. Brash loud post-punk and energetic guitar rock at 40 Watt Club.

Almost nothing except distant sounds of the town as I walk among the buildings of The University of Georgia.

Feel:

Sweat running down my face and back as I walk among the vendor tents, the occasional fan catching me, sparking new energy for a brief moment.

The icy chill of a/c hitting me as I walk into a store from the hot humid outdoors.

Sitting in a comfortable chair drinking, pushing away the slight ache in my body from walking all day.

Taste:


Bacardi Limon and Coke. Sweet, energizing to the tastebud, numbing to the body.

Soup, THE SOUP at East-West. Blend of curry and coconut tempered with skill to perfectly crafted rich, smooth and flavorful concoction.

Miniscule granules of brown sugar on teeth from Brown Sugar cake at The Grit. Sweet, yet not overpowering.


All in all, worth every minute, every penny

Thursday, June 15, 2006

The Stepchild Blog Gets Canned

I killed off my other blog, just was not going to go anywhere

Monday, June 12, 2006

Quirky REM Connection From the Past

Early 90's,I am hanging out at KLOS radio station in LA where my friend Jeff was volunteering as phone screener. He picks up the phone and listens for a sec. He looks up puzzled.

"Some woman just called up and said, Tell Remy this is a fat chick and he can go to hell."

So with that bizzare message we wait until the DJ, Remy is able to talk and I follow Jeff into the booth where he asks him what he says and relays the message.

Remy laughs, "I said here's REM and Fall On Me, which is cool unless you're a fat chick"

So, there's a weird little REM connection from the past.

Airline Safety

"In the case of a change of pre-booked in flight times please assume the crash position, that is bending over and grabbing your ankles."

I screwed up my flight times to Atlanta in order to make it easier for my parents to get me to/from LAX. I called American to see how bad changing it would be. All the airlines seem to be the same with this, not good. Sure enough, it would be an extra $535 to make the change, leaving an hour and a half earlier. Yes, that's it. Just to leave less than two hours earlier I would have to shell out over half a grand. So, on to plan B, whatever the hell that is

Saturday, June 10, 2006

I Hate a Body and A Body Hates Me

Specifically my body. I know I don't treat it all that great, but it would be cool if it didn't give me the finger back to me threefold.

I'm sitting here with a stye under my eyelid on my right eye. To illustrate this, think of having a large pimple under your eyelid and you get the idea. When you are happy to see pus in your eye becuase it means it's draining means your weekend sucks donkey.

So, thanks again looking forward to my next one.

It's Hard To Resist Such Great Offers

Inbox emails yesterday
From: Budget Travel - Great Deals: Escape to West Virginia and Do It on a Budget

From: Ticketmaster - Don't Miss Nickelback

Oooh oooh I can't wait. For one, West Virginia ight have some beautiful country but it's better known for Coal Mining. Not exactly tempting. Granted it could be "Get Away to Nebraska & Kansas". Although if it was "Get Away to Kansas and twist Sam Brownback's balls with pliers" I would be ponying up some cash. Sam Brownback, wouldn't that be a good gay pornstar name? I digress, generally the offers are for sunny tropical locales or overseas travel rich with history. I get visions of black lung and cave-ins.

Then we have Nickelback. The lead singer alone makes me want to punch him since he looks like this complete idiot I worked with named Kevin. Beyond face recognition is the realization that they make absolutely shitty music. I thought the timely death of Creed ended this run of Cumbubble Pop. Not only would an evening of listening to this drone be a thrill, hanging out with the vegetables who plunked down good money for them would be icing on the cake.

Thanks for the email offers guys be sure to let me know when my healthcare provider is offering prostate exams by longshoremen with large callused hands.