So were are on for the Croquet Tournament/ Picnic.
Time: Sunday, August 31 1PM and on
Place: Top of the water reservoir at 15th Ave East above 6th St. In case of rain or police raid, we will find an alternative site.
I have 2 croquet sets and a badmitten set. Starfire and I will be mowing the course this morning.
Please bring: Food, drinks, coolers, lawn chairs, frisbees and other outdoor toys/games.
I will provide a barbeque grill, a couple of tables, potato salad, chips and salsa and corn on the cob. James Moors will bring a shade canopy.
For those who want to bring Growlers, please remember the Brewhouse does not sell offsale on Sunday (or any other bar in Minnesota).
Any questions, suggestions etc please call 724-4794 or my cell 390-4794.
Eric & Patty
--part of the Will Ferrell commencement speech given at Harvard this year. The rest of the speech is here.
he's shaky because of a nervous system disease.
he's still a badass.
johnny cash is up for six mtv video music awards thursday night.
god bless real country music.
hey--is anyone willing to host a vma gathering at their crib? it's a pop culture extravaganza. i'll bring grain belts.
Down with Herb, he doesn't approve of homos.
Oh, I am hooked on the board game called "Settlers of Catan." Please help me.
Barrett or Lumpy. If we include the word Duluth in every post, will our Google standing in that search improve? Duluth, Duluth, Duluth and Duluth.
Tomorrow (8.26) is the release party for this thing--a remix album featuring Low, Both, the Dames, Amy Abts, Greg Cougar Conley, etc.--at the 'Shor. Does anyone know any details? I know that audio and video recording devices are encouraged. But other than the Hi-5 blurb, I haven't heard much. Xaq's site and blog make no mention of it.
How it happened: The mother-in-law really liked to eat the neck of the chicken. So, like a good son-in-law, he placed the ax so that a good amount of neck would be left for his mother-in-law. 1945, Mike was created. He lived, despite everything going against him, see the jugular vein was intact and a clot was formed. Listen, there was even one ear left! Mike immediately started to peck and preen. Have you wondered about chickens? Well, here is your answer, they just continue on dispite everything. If they are alive they perform their duties. A case of being not so intelligent? Yes. But, there is relaxation in that thought.
Mike was created in Fruita, CO. He died, after 4 1/2 years of being headless. He was on a national tour and he started to choke. His owner did not have the eye dropper that was needed to unclog the esophogus (corn was regularly placed in the open esophogus as part of his diet). He died. But, the celebration continues every mid-May.
I want to create a tribute to Mike. Now that I am done with graduate school, I need to focus on something. I want to create another Mike. Imagine the scene, when Lumpy G and I uncover Mike II. I was thinking we may uncover him during the famous pet parade. I am still wondering why these pets have heads on their chicken costumes. Damn it! This is not a parade for chickens, it is for the very special headless chicken Mike. Ok, the donkey dressed in the full chicken costume is cool, and the chicken heads on the dogs could be seen as being on the verge of falling off. But, these parade pictures lead me to the conculsion that Mike is not being taken seriously.
Chickens are animals, I guess. Ok. So, Lumpy G and I will put them to sleep and work on creating a cut that will produce the correct result. Barrett pointed out to me that this is sick, and Starfire has pictures in his mind of me with a butcher apron sawing at chickens. I said that I know that I would have to pretend that this just happened by accident. Then Barrett said it might gain national attention. Lumpy G and I would carry Mike II, during the celebration in Fruita, CO, on a purple cushion above our heads--it would be absoultely regal. This chicken would be so much more splendid then he could have ever been otherwise.
I have been thinking about this for the last four days, obsessively, and I realize that I have to forget about it. It is not possible to do. Maybe Lumpy G and I can at least go to the celebration with chicken outfits. Not the heads. Then, we can be as true to Mike as we can possibly be.
when barrett was 17, it was a very good year. it was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. they'd hide from the lights on the village green. when he was 17.
Scary news. My place of employment was robbed yesterday. There was only one person there at the time when a woman came up the back stairs and handed a note to M saying "give me all the money and we won't hurt you." She (the robber)also shoved something very gun like in M's back while guiding her to the till. M escaped shortly after the money was handed over and was not hurt. WHAT THE HELL! Broad daylight, downtown Duluth, MN.
On a lighter note. I scored a really cool old star sign at a garage sale yesterday. It used to be on the top of the Dewitt-Seitz building in Canal Park. Needs a new cord but all the light sockets are intact and it will look great on my wall.
I also got to drive a Mini Cooper yesterday. People really look at you when you drive one of these.
Now I am going to go Kayaking with Tom and Kerry. Have a good day.
What a wonderful day in Duluth. Thanks again to Chuck and Sharyn and their friends for making us feel at home in the big city of Minneapolis last night. We got to Bryant Lake Bowl just in time to see Chuck's Blogumentary and laugh our asses off. We blew off the rest of the movies due to a lack of seating and the high temps in the sold out theatre. We did however enjoy a couple of Bell's Amber Ales on tap in the bar. Sharyn of Mass Distraction sighted us first and came over to say hi. When Chuck came out of the theatre I felt like a Rock-n-Roll groupie waiting backstage. After everyone snapped photos of everyone else we made plans to go to the new Chipolte on Hennepin Ave. It was built on the site of the old Embers at which I have had several drunken bar-rush meals. I prefer the Chipolte.
Chuck and his significant other did not make it to dinner but Sharyn and her friend Allison did and we whooped it up until it was clear we must head north. 3/4 of us had to work today. The trip home went quickly but damn my eyes started to get tired. The highlight of the late night drive was an old mix tape that Lumpy and I made at the Brewhouse years ago.
There is the first hint of Fall in the air today but the water is still warm and the flowers in my front yard are in full bloom. Later.
Any Chuck will do.
Chuck index of 104
Seriously I had a great time on our trip to Mpls. for the screening of Chuck's Blogumentary in progress. My digital friends are now analog. More in the morning, uh, later this morning.
OUTRAGE!! Male, Balding, Fortyish: "What do you mean Bluesfest is over?"
UNDERWAY!! Lake Superior begins summer-to-fall conversion. Local responds: "It kinda sucks."
AKWARD!! Mars and Earth closest in last 30,000 years. Earth: "Mars gets all weird when... too close. Y'know?"
UNFORTUNATE!! Venus: "Earth gets all 'I'll call you' whenever this happens. Whatever."
EXPECTED!! Moon-landing conspiracist: "Mars really isn't that close. They just want you to believe that."
UNNECESSARY!! More mushrooms on that pizza.
NECESSARY!! A side of wings.
REQUISITE!! Kayak Kolsch.
... Developing ...
+ Make clockwise circles on the floor with your right foot;
+ Now, without looking at your foot, use the index finger on your right hand to draw the number "6" in the air.
Did your foot change direction? Yes it did, you liar.
On a lighter note. I have some better measurements on Enger Tower. 8 sides, 10' wide and 51' high. That is alot of bedsheets. If you have any to donate to the project or if you want to go on a thrift store shopping spree let me know.
svett er ben og arm
kaster av meg klæa før je ær i garderoben
går i dusjen - vatne er varnt når je æ varm.
Vi står å skravle litt
"siste gymtimen iår"
...vatne i bassenget er aldri så varmt...
å je har enda itte bade nakjin i år.
Men Lars Gunnar jobba å
han er itte mindre sliten
dusjen hass er itte kall den hell
han ser mot bassenget, mæ smil i øua
sien: "Ska vi ta et bad, ell?"
Ingen protestere, nei
Snart er det flere i bassenget
Ingen treng å spørja meg.
"Dæ va gått" sa alle sammen
når vi påklædde att sto
det var kaldt å godt å nervøst
tenk om noen plutsli slo
opp ei ta alle døren
lærern ell kanskje jenten
vi svømte nakjne i bassenget
en god følelse - vi alle kjenten.
Men dætta var inne
Tenk på stranda:
Mæ bris som puste.
Mæ sol som slikke.
Mæ flere lærere å jenter.
Well, tomorrow I promise to include some actual "Skinny Dipping Pics." We must live up to our potential.
i was at this bar last night on Haight Street called the Toronado (my new favorite bar in San Francisco), sort of a mirco-brew beer bar kind of place. i took a look-see in the juke box and what was there but 'It's The Black-Eyed Snakes.' i dropped a 5-spot in and played the whole album.
it's a small, small world.
People make fun of you a lot, but they're stupid because you've got a much better life than they do. In fact, they're probably just jealous. You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and others. If it weren't for your weird affection for ice hockey, you'd be the perfect person.
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
On the positive side Growlers are legal in Minnesota now and the 20 minute J. Lo yoga scene will have your sides splitting with laughter.
Go to this movie. You will regret it but then we can laugh about it for years.
*Oh, I made a video a while back for the Black-eyed Snakes and you can see it here.
Just a quick note to say that the new Black-Eyed Snakes site is nearly done. If any of you "wordy" types can scan it looking for dangling participals or fragmented malipropisms that's be great! Email me with Mistakes, Content or Random Vicious Diatribe.
secret entrance to new website
1. Jumping off the dock at a full run. Please check the water depth before you jump.
2. Skinny dipping.
3. Getting up early and making the first pot of coffee. I did not do this but I was the 4th up and enjoyed that first pot.
4. Having dinner at 11PM with candlelight and the sound of Loons.
5. Falling asleep to the sound of laughter and beer bottles being opened.
6. Sneaking away to the quiet part of the island and listening to the wind.
8. Reading the last 10 issues of Cabin Life.
9. Hiding the evidence.
10. Packing up, the final swim and the long drive home on back roads.
By the way there is a hot dog stand in the park above the freeway during the day. Not sure about his schedule but I have heard good reports.
Have a great weekend.
If only not knowing how to work tools could get me the results now that it did when I was in ninth grade at Ordeal Junior High.
"The entire city of Superior, my neighborhood included, is a classroom for the study of failure. The curriculum for the Study and Analysis of Heartache comes from our citizenry's heavy drinking. We're Scandinavians, Slavs, and Indians of all makes and models. The curriculum is also tied to our living on the shore of the largest freshwater lake in the world. Lake Superior alters our weather for the worst, makes us ugly. Step out the door, see old newspapers blow down the streets in a lake wind, wipe dust from your eyes, go to the Palace Bar, Isle of Capri, Captain Cliff's Night Club, Lost in the '50s, Al's Waterfront Tavern. Find the locals lined up for an eye-opener at eight in the morning, and that, to a sensitive former academic like me, is Hard Knocks. When you can't find work and need to get yourself more depressed, listen in the hallway of your run-down flat for the neighbor guy to strike his wife or she him. Add gray skies. Add fog, and in winter and into late spring, throw in bitter cold, and that's how it is in Superior, Wisconsin, at the Head of the Lakes. Every day I take a refresher course in how to be a loser."
On other news This is my first web site written strictly with a text editor. Still some typos, but...
Tomorrow, MORE STUCCO! fun.
* gave several people a good mopping.
* got lard all over my hand when rescuing a spyglass from said fatty substance. after being greasy nearly all day, my skin on that hand is now silky soft.
* the kids today participated in a workshop on espionage. they had to dress up in a disguise, and find the two agents of Captain Rick that were lurking around the store. at the signal of, "it's hot out today," i handed the budding spies granola bars.
* met Dave Eggers. he seemed very bemused and bewildered by all that he has spawned. nice guy, very soft spoken. reminds me of a friends' older brother from when i was younger. i didn't have the heart to tell him (yet) that i think his revision of "You Shall Know Our Velocity" compromises the emotional integrity of the original (though I won't go as far as to say the new version 'sucks.' but almost.). i would advise everyone to read the first McSweeney's version, which is excellent
* hob-nobbed with the good folks that put together the Believer and McSweeney's Quarterly. can you say 'inside track'?
* had my official staff Polaroid portrait hung on the 826 bathroom wall. oh, the glory.
in a week, i'll start working with the kids and also doing some production stuff for the 826 Quarterly. this is the best job ever.
p.s. hey Sharyn, if you want an offical 826 pirate eye patch, drop me a line-- they're a bargin at $4, and i'd be happy to take one to the post office for ya.
Advice for the squeamish: This link contains video and photos of a surgical procedure.
However, as a certifiable lightweight when it comes to blood and guts, I was able to watch it from a surprisingly scientific perspective.
Last time I saw them in the "Love Shack" heyday the concert was cut short because the dancing in the balcony of the Northrop auditorium threatened the folks below us. Chunks of plaster were rumored to have come loose.
So get out and do your bit for the Rock Lobster, your city needs you and you know you want to go.
p.s. Paul Lundgren knows of a sure fire way to sneak in to the DECC auditorium. Give him a call if you are broke.
1. '84 Honda Civic. My first car, purchased for me by my mother. I drove this car over 80,000 miles, was on my second engine and finally destroyed it in a weather related car accident on I-35W.
2. '80's Mazda GLC. This was the replacement car for #1 and was purchased for me by my father I believe. Good car, should have kept it longer.
3. '80's VW Rabbit convertible. My first and only convertible. Took a great road trip to Austin, TX. one time and got a bad sunburn.
4. Old VW camper van. I was the third owner of this fine van. I Was going to live in it for a summer but ended up moving to Duluth where the hills were too much for the old beast. Took a great Southwest road trip in it before finally selling it to a Deadhead who just got out of the Peace Corps.
5. '89 Toyota pickup 2WD. Really great truck with low miles and excellent body. I wish I was still driving this beauty. I sold it after the first big snowstorm when I couldn't make it up the hill to my house.
6. '89 Toyota Landcruiser. This was by far the nicest vehicle I have ever owned. It drove through any amount of snow and I put a great car stereo in it. It lasted a whole year before I got sick of the payments and gas prices.
7. U.S.P.S. mail delivery van. The one with the steering wheel on the wrong side. Bought a car seat at a junk yard for the other side. Really fun car to drive in but a TOTAL death trap at highway speeds.
Just the beginning folks.
AMAZED!! Local man notes S.S. Meteor "not goin' anywhere soon"
SHOCKED!! Local child: "Harry Potter isn't in very many books"
OVERWHELMED!! Woman from Duluth Heights bikes to Park Point... Trades bike for tent... "Who the hell puts a city like this on a big, dumb hill?!"... developing
UNDERWHELMED!! Unscientific poll: Duluth has a baseball team?
UNEXPECTED!! Cool kid concedes: "Star Trek... not that bad"
UNCHANGED!! Lake Superior still too cold for swimming... skinny-dippers: "Never stopped us before"
CHANGED!! First Frost Forecasted... Duluth is a Cool City by first week September
OBVIOUS!! WKRP in Cincinatti: "Best TV show about radio"
with his brim pulled way down low
aint no sound but the sound of his feet
machine guns ready to go
are you ready
are you ready for this
are you standing on your own two feet
out of the doorway the bullets rip
to the sound of the beat.