Who can resist a tasty bowl of silverfish?
Mmmmm!
Eats meets West
steelhead diner. Noted.
You Don't Lethem Me Yet
As spotted on the Vulgar Boatmen listgroup: Jonathan Lethem’s upcoming novel, You Don’t Love Me Yet, is titled after a justly-admired Vulgar Boatmen tune. Intriguing possibility!
Harpel-Tunnel Syndrome
Tom’s powers of concentration are rightly celebrated. Although IMHO Access is the place to be pivo-tabling (nota bene, ‘pivo’, orig. Czech, ‘to drink’, ‘getting drunk’), for god’s sake.
I love coffee, I love tea, I love the Java Jive and it loves me
I received an email (presumably due to these blog posts) from the owners of Tacoma’s hallowed Java Jive at the end of January and promptly forgot to post it here.
Forthwith:
“I love coffee, I love tea, I love the Java Jive and it loves me”.
Those words have been the life story of the little Coffee Pot on South Tacoma Way for 80 years now.
I’m the grandson of Bob. My mom is Danette Staatz, I’m Rich Staatz.
Tacoma fire code and other factors have shut us down for the time being.
We have been in the Tacoma Tribune since January 25th and on, and all over the TV regarding this.
Volunteers have stepped in to help, i.e.: Blaze Electric pulled a permit with their own money the next day after the close. Tacoma Electric Supply has donated and gave reduced cost on supplies. Journeymen electrical contractors have been donating there time to demo and rewire the jive, family and friends/customers have been cleaning and getting rid of stuff. But we need more help.
We need: neon people, roofers, plumbers, carpenters, floor covering people, upholstery people, painters, etc.
We need cash donations or supplies to help renovate the Jive and get her back on her feet so she can keep on loving and caring for her customers for another 80 years.
I remember the days when I used to tend the bar back in ’93. The Jive was still the Jive with all its branches and stuff and it felt so alive, people really cared about it. They weren’t ripping up seats and writing things that were rude and uncalled for.
I see the Jive being something you could bring your kids or grandma too without a blind fold and still be a blast for all. God…I can’t seem to get the Simpsons nights out of my head, those were some good times. J!!
BTW:
Tacoma Fire Dept made us take down all the branches and other decor that made the Jive unique. We will be putting some back up, but not all, after fire coating them.
We LOVE the Jive with all our hearts, and that feeling is mutual with most of the people who’ve been there.
The Jive has been a good friend to all who came through her doors.
Like my grandpa Bob use to say “there’s no free lunch here” but then would give the shirt off his back to help someone out of a jam, maybe even to a fault (if you were around, you know what I’m talking about). Moms the same way and yes even to a fault.
The Jive needs help out of a jam! Lets make her proud again!!
Donations to “Bob’s Java Jive” can be made at any:
Washington Federal Savings Bank or HomeStreet Bank
Anything helps!!
Thank you!!!
Bob’s Java Jive
2102 South Tacoma Way
253-475-9843
Aggregation aggravation
I have been publishing private iCal feeds to iCalx.com for years now, and have been wrangling iCal, iSync, and Google calendar to play nice over the past few weeks. I have my gCal feeds directing into iCal and thence to the phone with no difficulty, but there is no obvious way that I can see to direct public or private iCal feeds into Google Calendar as subscriptions. One may easily import to Google Calendar, but it appears to me that the ‘add calendar by address’ feature does not work as one might hope, limiting Google Calendar subscriptions to calendars hosted under Google Calendar.
This is aggravatingly counterintuitive to me, as the beauty of the iCal subscription format is clearly the ability to simply use transparent URLs.
I suppose that something happening at iCalx could be interrupting the data-pass, and that I could set up a local-file-system mirror of the .ics files such that I could keep an eye on the entire data transfer, but the reason I wanted to set this up was not to experience the joy of debugging data-piping, but to enable polymorphous data-entry on any of my primary device platforms – web, Mac, or handheld. My time budget to accomplish this, including research time, is consumed, and I’m irritated.
whining buzz
C-17E 3-Channel Radio Remote Controlled RC Airplane RTF RC BiPlane: $80. Well, that IS tempting. Sadly, not constructed of Nerf foam.
SHUT THE FUCK UP
The Society for Ethnomusicology and especially me, Mike Whybark (although the Society has seen fit to suppress many, indeed, the majority of, specific aspects of their requests in previously published versions of this acoustifesto):
* calls for full disclosure of U.S. government-sanctioned and funded programs that design the means of delivering music as torture;
* condemns the use of music or noise although how the fuck it’s possible to definitively delineate a goddamn difference is beyond my weak-ass means to determine but it really fucking pisses me off that assholes some of whom I may have met or may meet personally in the next forty-to-sixty years engage their time to ‘defend’ what they mistakenly perceive as our shared economic or political interests by perverting one of the most astonishing and nearly holy facets of human social creativity into a weapon revealing the true and absolute nature of all our interactions with one another as wholly predatory and therefore never worthwhile for one moment from the day of birth forward and fuck you oh fuck you oh fuck you may my money turn to shit in your hands as an instrument of torture at which improbable instance I shall laugh; and
* demands that the United States government and its agencies cease using music or noise such as that commonly found on top-forty radio or independent ‘experimental’ radio stations with the ironic exception of the compositions of Iannis Xenakis as an instrument of physical and psychological torture, insofar as it may be possible given the generally dismal prospects of providing commercially successful music which may be fairly judged not to be an instrument of physical and psychological torture.
Wake
As I waited to turn north on 4th on my way home, an odd-looking plane, banking in to Boeing Field, caught my eye. Never having seen one on approach to a dirt landing, the steeply-raked engines atop the wing fooled me into unknowing. The plane, a flying boat in U. S. Navy dress blue-and-gold, was almost certainly a restored PBY Catalina. Over a decade ago, that model of plane in similar livery flew an excursion service off the glassine surface of Lake Union. What a treat; I dearly love each glimpse of flying dinosaur I get and treasure each memory. My neck-craning gawkery at the stop sign led to the Seattle version of a Noo Yawk salute: somewhere behind me, someone politely ‘beep-beeped’ with the intent of guilting me off the cell phone, a faulty assumption.
Conditional
Note to self: I remember seeing some interesting Applescript doohickeys that performed certain actions based on the name of the wireless network connection currently active. I need to dig that up to create conditional, timed mounts and dismounts of come network shares.