Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
In the original texts, unicorns go by the Hebrew name Re-em whereas the Greek Septuagint used the name Monokeros. Unicorn itself is Latin. All three names mean "one horn".
While popularly characterized as a horned member of the horse baramin, it is likely that the unicorn was actually quite unhorselike. One recognized theory is that the unicorn was actually the rhinoceros, however a growing number of Creation researchers are theorizing that the unicorn was actually a member of the ceratopsian baramin.
Post-Noachian references to unicorns have led some researchers to argue that unicorns are still alive today. At the very least, it is likely that they were taken aboard the Ark prior to the Great Flood.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
1. We Dance- Pavement
2.Magazine Called Sunset- Wilco
3. Sweet Adeline-Elliot Smith
4. For No One- The Beatles
5. Nice Dream- Radiohead
6. American Girl- Tom Petty
7. Heart Of Stone- Rolling Stones
8. Emma, Get Me A Lemon- the Walkmen
9. Maybe I'm Amazed- Paul McCartney
10. 16 Military Wives- The Decemberists
11. Let's Go Crazy- Prince
12. Here Comes Your Man- Pixies (the transition between let's go crazy and this is perfect!)
13. Satan Said Dance- Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!
14. The Crystal Lake- Grandaddy
15. Postcards From Italy- Beirut
16. Your Southern Can Is Mine- White Stripes
17. Heart Of Saturday Night- Johnathon Richman (Tom Waits cover)
18. Timorous Me- Ted Leo
19. Hurry Up, Let's Go- Shout Out Louds
20. Good Times, Bad Times- Led Zeppelin
I like it. It's not so obscure, digging in the vaults as I usually go. But it's fun. It's meant to be fun for a nice, relaxing trip to the beach. And outside of the Beach Boys, I don't think there's someone I connect more with fun at the ocean than Tom Petty. Not for any certain reason. Not that he sings about the beach. But he's probably the greatest (mainstream) American rock musician of the past twenty to thirty years. His only competition (in the mainstream American category) would be REM and Bob Dylan. Bob's been faltering since twenty to thirty years ago, and REM has been faltering since the mid nineties. Of course, outside of the mainstream, plenty of American artists who are better. The British have a lock on that mainstream rock thing.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
1. How am I feeling today?Shuffle says: "Wash The Day" by TV On The Radio
3. What is my best friend's theme song?Shuffle says: "Microphone Fiend" by Eric B. and Rakim
4. What was high school like?Shuffle says: "My Friend Goo" by Sonic Youth (super-hip, oh yeah!)
5.What is the best thing about me?Shuffle says: "You Don't Know Jesus" by Mogwai. tell me about it.
6. How is today going to be?Shuffle says: "So Many Animal Calls" by Q and Not U. dance party at the vet's. cats and marmosets, dogs and falcons...
7. What is in store for this weekend?Shuffle says: "Shake Appeal" by The Stooges. heroin fueled dance party. this time, no animals.
8. What song describes my parents?Shuffle says: "Wave Of Mutilation" by the Pixies. well...
9. How is my life going?Shuffle says: "Playland" by Mission Of Burma. yeah, that works.
10. What song will they play at my funeral?Shuffle says: "Big Heartbreak" by the Rosebuds. that would work really well. really, really well. wow, this song sounds different to me now.
11. How does the world see me?Shuffle says: "All Things Must Pass" by George Harrison. very Buddhist.
12. What do my friends really think of me?Shuffle says: "My Wife" by The Who. my friends think my wife is gonna kill me?
13. Do people secretly lust after me?Shuffle says: "I'm Sticking With You" by the Velvet Underground. Innocently, and childlike, people lust after me, secretly.
14. How can I make myself happy?Shuffle says: "Hurry Up, Let's Go" by The Shout Out Louds. If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands, lots of times before the song starts
15. What should I do with my life?Shuffle says: "Introduction" by Quasi. Well, that gets me started.
16. Will I ever have children?Shuffle says: "Pancho And Lefty" by Townes Van Zandt. two of them, and they'll be tragic outlaws.
17. What is some good advice?Shuffle says: "Walking With Thee" by Clinic. "if you climb up the stairs, you climb up forever". not sure where that'll get me.
18. What do I think my current theme song is?Shuffle says: "Good Times. Bad Times." by Led Zeppelin. can't go wrong with a Dickensian cock rock song for your theme.
19. What does everyone else think about my current life?Shuffle says: "Jimmy Jazz" by The Clash. So, the police are looking for me, at least my friends are diverting them.
20. What type of women do you like?Shuffle says: "Good Vibrations" by The Beach Boys. it is the most perfect song ever. and it really works as an answer for this question.
21. Will you get married?Shuffle says: "Little Red Corvette" by Prince. that sounds like a yes. with lots of sex.
22. What should I do with my love life?Shuffle says: "Use It" by The New Pornographers. I think that's what I'll do with it. I'll use it.
23. Where will you live?Shuffle says: "I'm Happy Just To Dance With You" by The Beatles. the dance floor, that's where I'll live. that's all I need, really.
24. What will your dying words be?Shuffle says: "Emma, Get Me A Lemon" by The Walkmen. the possibilities of this are endless.
25. When I'm having sex, I say...Shuffle says: "Dog Paddle" by Modest Mouse. hmm....
26. When I meet a girl for the first time I say...Shuffle says: "Sex Born Poison" by Air. double hmm....
27. When my parents are angry I say...Shuffle says: "The Heart Of Saturday Night" by Johnathon Richman. If they're angry, I'm out on the street in a three street town.
28. Will you ever get the career you want?Shuffle says: "Sleeping Bear, Sault St. Marie" by Sufjan Stevens. that's fairly ambivalent
29. What do your colleagues think of you?Shuffle says: "Blinded By The Light" by Bruce Springsteen. I'm a teenage diplomat. and they probably know me better in the cover version.
30. Do you believe in god?Shuffle says: "AT&T" by Pavement. "maybe, someone is gonna save me..." "room service calls, roooom serrrvice ca-aaa-lls, in the random halls" so, yes?
that was fun.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Egg Truck Crashes On Highway, Driver Nowhere To Be Found
It's midnight, and this guy has been driving these eggs on this same route forever. Maybe he nods off, and crashes his truck. Egg yolk bleeds out from the trailor of the truck onto the cold pavement. The man pulls himself out of the truck and doesn't know where he is, or who he is. Just that it's cold and it smells like eggs. Insert endless possiblities for intrigue here. He could roam the country trying to find his real identity. He could be picked up by some CIA guys on their way into DC, carpooling to some clandestine meeting with an oil tycoon telling them who to bomb. He tells them his story, which is short. Perfect patsy for an assassination they've got scheduled in Prauge, and their normal guy has called in sick. Maybe he runs to a house in the country side to call for help. The homeowner is a sadist, and locks him in his gimp-box. I wanna know what happened to this guy.
special thanks to Anita Tikoo for her picture of the eggs and toast.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I just got back in contact with my long-time friend, Matt Sigmon. He's a fantastic sculptor, and his site is now in my link bar. I've known Matt since sixth grade. Apparently we were in the same first grade class, but I don't remember anybody from first grade. I went to a school different from my kindergarten (in Ohio) and the rest of my elementary days (Brentwood Elementary). Anyway, there have been intermittent periods of not seeing or hearing from each other over the past couple of years, we went to different high schools, he went to college, is getting his masters in Atlanta, and I chose the waiting tables route. Anyway, it's always exciting to hear from Matt. He did tell me he likes the Ying Yang Twins now. And yes, Matt, that is something to be ashamed of, unless you're into that whole extreme misogyny thing.
This video is for you, Matt.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
63% of the country wants us out of Iraq, this year. A staggering majority of this nation is anti-war. So anti-war that they want us out of the war, essentially, now. Like, start packing. Like, shouting fire in a burning theatre.
Yet, everytime I open a newspaper, or watch CNN/MSNBC/Fox "News", there is no one speaking for the public's point of view. Are the pundits/reporters so out of touch with the general public? Despite the coverage of the war from the mainstream media, a crushing majority of the country wants out of the war now. They want to end it in 10 months. 10 months. So, a woman who just found out she's pregnant, and she answers a poll, and wants her baby to be born into a world without the war in Iraq.
63%, that's not 100%, Jeff. I know, but according to Bush's math, 51% is a stupendous victory with a mandate. So, this should be where it ends. Instead, Bush is moving two aircraft carrier formations into the Persian Gulf. Not to crush the Iraqi insurgent's airforce, but to provoke conflict with Iran. U.S. trained and commanded Iraqi special forces are kidnapping Iranian diplomats. Can we do a recall on Bush? Good God, he can't be allowed to continue his orgy of death and destruction. Write your representatives and Senators TODAY. Tell them you're part of the majority, and you want your country, that you love, out of this war by the time that shiny ball drops in Times Square.
(just a few random post ideas that couldn't get fleshed out into a single post)
It's hard to get me to post things during my weekend, which is Sunday/Monday. We usually just try to cram everything that we didn't do during the week into 48 hours. My best friend, Brian, Amanda, and I went to the Jackpot to play pool last night. I got some really good pictures while they shot pool. I am in love with my camera. There's something up with it, though, and I'm having difficulty uploading my pictures to my computer... So, at the Jackpot, Bart, the manager/publisher of the Hatchet, told me that he's been getting hits on their site from my blog. So that means that there are actually people reading my blog! That's incredibly exciting! People, reading my blog. Thank you, everybody. After the drinking/shooting pool/pictures, we went back home and Amanda and I worked on another mixtape. Which reminds me that I've got to work on finishing my super-long post about mixtapes.
I'm pretty excited about Valentine's Day. I got Amanda a... well, she reads this blog, so I probably shouldn't say what it is. Valentine's Day isn't that big of thing for us, though. Next week is our anniversary. Two years. We'll be heading down to her parent's beach house for that weekend. The weather probably won't be too nice, but it's a fairly signifigant place to us. This time last year, we were running off down there just to have a place to stay together. She was at her parent's after leaving her boyfriend, and I was still living at my parent's, at the time looking for my own place. The beach, and the Comfort Inn across from North Hills was where we'd stay whenever we got the chance.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
I just finished watching Obama's announcement speach. It was moving and exciting, and sold me even further on this man. I don't think any other politician has ever appealed to me as much as he does. He will be the next president of this country. I will put my all behind that goal. My all not being that much compared to other's "all", I won't be able to go to Iowa or New Hampshire, (that would be awesome, and if there's someone that would want to bankroll that...) For the past couple of years, I've been dismayed by how Democrats have acted. This year, and last years election excepted. Previous to that, though, Dems have been bumbling fools. Falling for every trap that Republicans had so obviously laid right in front of their eyes. I think the tables might have finally turned, thankfully. At least there are more Democrats who walking around with their eyes open. There are still remnants of the mole-people who used to make up the majority of their old minority. I think Hillary Clinton is one of those. She hired a "faith advisor" who is there to help her court the evangelical vote, which she'll never get. She's saying some more of the right things, but still thinks that she has to be more Republican to get enough votes. It's not needed, as last year's election shows.
Obama spoke of ending the war, by next year, in fact. Obama spoke of hope, of restoring this nation to it's old glory. Of unions, of broadband internet in rural and urban areas, of education, of ending poverty. Obama spoke of hope and it didn't sound cynical. It didn't sound like "you'd better hope", it sounded like "we all here, hope, together."
Republican Bumbling Report:
The "pro-life" party has just given itself a new name. The "pro-cancer" party. At least that's how they'll be seen if they don't completely forsake "Focus On The Family" and similar groups. FoF and others like it and affiliated with it, are pushing against the mandatory vacination of all children for Human Papillomavirus, the cause of two thirds of cervical cancer. Why? Why would someone want to stand in the way of curing cancer? Why would someone be "pro-cancer"? Well, obviously, a childhood vacination will encourage pre-marital sex. HpV is a sexually transmitted disease. In the logic system that these pro-cancer groups employ, if you just wait till after you get married, you won't have to worry about getting cancer from sex. Don't worry about the thought that no one knows they carry HpV, and a woman's husband could give it to her. Even if both had been abstinate from cradle to the altar.
At what point do these people completely lose all credibility? I issue the challenge to all of the NC republican legislators to renounce this pro-cancer group, and approve the requirement of a childhood vaccine for HpV.
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Friday, February 9, 2007
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Listening to them always make me think of when I bought my first Yo La Tengo CD. I was with Amanda before we'd gotten together. I'd been a fan of theirs for a long time, but hadn't bought any of their CDs, and Amanda and I went out record shopping and hanging out before we were in our relationship, but while we were totally crushing on each other. That night, after buying some CDs at Schoolkids, we went down the street to Cup-A-Joe, where a mentally ill girl came up to us and started an uninvited conversation. She pointed to my copy of the Independent, which I was furiously staring into trying to avoid her. She told us she didn't like that paper, because it was pro-abortion. She then went on a rather creepy/long rant about how abortion was the new holocaust. We left shortly after that and listened to Fakebook in the car on the way to Lizzy's for much deserved beer(s). Lizzy's no longer Lizzy's anymore, and we're no longer totally crushing on each other, we're totally in l-o-v-e. Anytime I hear Fakebook now, I remember how much I wanted to steal Amanda away from her boyfriend and run away to Mexico with her. Well, maybe not Mexico, I doubt we would have made it that far. Maybe Lexington, Kentucky?
what I'm listening to right now: Seven Seas Of Rhye by Queen
Two nights of thunder. We got a little closer to the stage this night, and suffered with longer bouts of ear ringing. Yo La Tengo's set was fairly close to the night before, a little more eclectic, a little more switching around instruments and such. I was kinda disappointed to not see any of the Rosebuds join in a song with Yo La Tengo, like Mac from Portastatic did the night before.
Speaking of the Rosebuds, they were excellent, I'm not that much of a fan of their current drummer, a little heavy handed. Whatshisname who looks like he should be in the Strokes, who's probably been their best drummer was on bass tonight. The new songs were really good, though, and a lot more of Kelly singing.
I'll have more pictures tomorrow or later tonight, that's all I've managed to get downloaded and cleaned up so far. Oh, a few corrections to yesterday's post. That "fifties song" that I mentioned was actually "Watch Out For Me, Ronnie" from I'm Not Afraid Of You And I'll Beat Your Ass. Not sure how I missed that. AND what I mistakenly called "Swing For Life" was "The Story Of Yo La Tango", similar melodies.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
what i'm listening to right now: Incinerate by Sonic Youth
Loudest. Show. Ever. Yo La Tengo melted my face off. It was amazing, transcendent, perfect, much more than I ever wanted it to be. More than I knew it could be.
Portastatic opened. Which I was trepedatious about at best. In the past two times I've seen them, they were plodding and ponderous. Last night, they played up to their potential. Mac was on fire, writhing around with the guitar, throwing his all into each song. That honestly could have been enough, just going to a Portastatic show that didn't suck.
Not wasting any time, Yo La Tengo got on stage fairly quickly and just dived right into it. They started with their new instrumental, "El Es Gay" and went right into the hot fire that is "Pass The Hatchet, I'm Goodkind" for a good twelve minutes after that. For the rest of the night, they effortlessly switched between massive feedback attacks, gentle ballads, the loudest punk song ever, actually, the loudest song ever. In the middle of the show they did this hardcore punk take on a fifties song that I couldn't recognize, and I'm pretty sure Ira just turned up every knob attached to his guitar and just went crazy, it was like fax machines playing bumper cars inside your head. It was ungodly and yet, it renewed my faith in the future of mankind. After that they stretched out on "Blue Line Swinger" and a complete redo of "Swing For Life" (I could be wrong about that, it might have been something else, but it sounded like the melody from "Swing For Life"). In the middle of "Swing For Life, as Ira was completely abusing his guitar, tossing it in the air, behind his back, stabbing it's neck into the ground, he killed the guitar, and had to get another one to continue through the rest of the song. They ended the show with two encores, the first full of covers "Speeding Motorcycle", "Picture Book", and "Luci Baines". The second encore, was "Our Way To Fall" and "Green Arrow". They did "Our Way To Fall" perfectly, a perfect ending song, which Ira pointed out, saying "If you're anything like us and have read 'How To Be An Entertainer', you know that should have been our last song... But it's cold outside, and you don't want to go back out there right now, so we're gonna end with an instrumental that's a real downer." They played the beautiful "Green Arrow" and left the stage. My ears rang for the rest of the night. Tonight The Rosebuds open, the first time they've played out in maybe six months in the area. Their new album is coming out in April, it should be great.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Pretty good game, not the best in memory, but definitely a good one. Especially good since I watched it with a room full of Colts fans.
The true highlight of the night, though, was Prince!
That shit was transcendent! Dude had a marching band!
He turned that Foo Fighters song, "The Best" into a scorching soul-rock song, effectively squashing all of Dave Grohl's earnestness and overwrought emoting. Then, he played "Purple Rain"! That was the one song that I really, really wanted to hear. And he killed it, in the rain too, I thought he'd get all pissed about it fucking up his hair and whatnot.
I can't write about Prince, or any musician that I'm that obsessed about, I sound like a sycophant. Anyway, I'm leaving for the first night of Yo La Tengo soon, more about that later.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Steven has been a very good friend to me over the past two years. He was the first of Amanda's relatives that I met, and also the first among them to accept me. Initial relations with her family were chilly at best. After stealing Amanda away from her longtime boyfriend, Shaun, I was referred to as "that Jeff" by her parents. Since things have warmed significantly, I've been able to get into arguments with her aunts and survive, her parents like me now, deleting the article "that" and just referring to me as "Jeff".
Back at The Raleigh Times, we continued to drink down the PBR pitchers and got to retelling Amanda and mine's epic story of "falling in L-O-V-E."
To break away from the narrative for a moment, my cat, Coltrane, has crawled behind the books on my bookshelf and gotten himself stuck. He can't really meow or purr right, it's a mix of the two, kinda like a Spanish meow. Throwing some rolled R's in there. back to the narrative...
I don't have the room here to relate our story, thought it's something that I plan in doing in the future in a post with less miscellany. In the course of our tag teamed story telling, Steven told me that he thinks of me as one of his cousins. That made me feel great. It sounds kinda cheesy, but that feeling of acceptance is amazing. After everything we went through, I've always been kinda nervous that I'd do something to be shunned by her family. Just being someone from the outside. It means a lot.
I probably didn't fully communicate what I wanted to say in this post. I'm not sure. Like, there was this whole thread that I wanted to run through this about Radiohead's Kid A, which Stephen is absolutely in love with and is really emotionally attatched to, it was playing while I was coaching the rest of them on to kill off the two pitchers they bought at last call (I was driving, so had stopped by then). The point is, I really look up to Stephen and it matters a lot that he thinks of me as a cousin. He's going to Ikea in D.C. today to buy $500-600 in furniture. Hope I can do that one day. Actually, I can do that one day. I just need to learn how to save money, well, I know how to do that, I think it's the cat's fault. That's why I let Coltrane figure his own way out of the bookshelf. Getting even for that 300 dollar flea treatment.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Well, it snowed for a few hours, if that this morning. My bosses in their infinite wisdom closed the restaurant for the day. Really could have used the money, but I spent the day with my family out in the woods (North Raleigh). Made everyone fajitas, and listened to my brother play guitar. Lately, he's really been into The Black Keys, and he's gotten their sound down pretty good. We were listening to their ep from last year, Chulahoma, while I was fooling around on his computer. I didn't know he'd stopped playing when the song "My Mind Is Ramblin'" started, that was the best recording of a guitar I'd ever heard! It sounded like it was right there in the room, the fuzzy warm edges of an amp buzzing away next to your ear. It was fantastic!
And every time I've heard something that great lately, I've thought of all the money people have wasted on that Hold Steady album, Boys and Girls in America. Which might have the worst sound guitars since.... I really can't think of what sounds worse. The guitars sound like a cartoon version of what a guitar solo should sound like. Maybe like something that Jesse and The Rippers would have performed in their "Full House" hey day. heyday? One word or two? Anyway, if you don't remember, Uncle Jesse, the one-time Beach Boys drummer had a band that would do a sitcom writer's approximation of rock'n'roll. Not to say that The Hold Steady are crass extensions of a television series. Or that they would be. With what sound like roots in punk, they might have some semblance of indiethics. I'm not sure, I don't know enough about this band. I just know that most people who've had the chance to have their thoughts on music published last year frothed and panted at that album's feet. But, man, those guitars! I spent money on "Boys And Girls In America", and I'm very upset that I did. It sounds like if the guy from Red House Painters was a snotty punk who was backed by The E-Street band on it's worst day, and instead of the cheesy saxophone of Clarence, they've got this bullshit guitar squealling all over the place. Sure, singer Craig Finn could score points for having some smart lyrics. Yet, plenty of people have smart lyrics, I listen to smart lyrics all day long. Smart lyrics can only get you so far, melody and the music said lyrics are being recited over are key as well. Let's take for example David Bowie. Bowie's lyrics are awful. The only reason he's gotten away with this for decades on end is because he can sing, and he knows his way around a melody. Craig Finn writes good lyrics, but he speak/sings them with no attempt at a melody. Others I've talked to about this album have told me that it almost sound like an attempt at selling out. At reaching a mass Nickleback like audience with lowest common denominator music, tapping into what Springsteen did thirty years ago with songs about teenage nights. But what they don't realize is that the arrangments are too busy for the 96rock drivetime ear, and that he's sing/speaking! That worked for Lou Reed... once! If there's someone who can change my opinion on this out there, I completely welcome their attempt. As it stands, I'm just not buying it.