It’s clear to me: plants do, clearly, suck less than people. Therefore, I endorse meatatarianism. MMMM. bacon!
Comet sale apparently confirmed.
Slog:
More About the Chop Suey and Comet Sales : ” ‘We’re going to remember, support, and cherish the parts of the Comet [that everyone loves]. We are going to clean it, add some fresh paint, and make it less cluttered. We will still have graffiti, live bands, and the same clientel [sic: “e”]. We also plan on spending [several] hours cleaning up those bathrooms.’
‘Additionally, Dasef plans on applying for a license to serve hard alcohol, a change that old timers may grumble about, but seems to be a necessary upgrade for most bars these days.’ ”
To which I say FUCK YEAH! Chez Comet is the best bar ever, period. Adding booze to brew is a fine thing in this instance.
Dig it
Eric at Flog flogs Victor Moscoso’s sixties gfx retrospective, Sex, Rock & Optical Illusions. Woah, baby. I’m there.
Grass
As Jon points out below, i appear to have no idea what I am talking about, as my bellyaching is premised on the improbable (and, to me, apparently unwelcome) fact of my prosperity.
I have been sucking on this idea like a lemon for a few days and really don’t have even an analysis, let alone an answer. I value routine and reward as strongly as any bourgeois ever, and of late have been savoring the new rituals of daily lawn and flowerbed watering and the like. Why, just today I have been afflicted with a leaky soaker hose, fountaining profligately all over the place. Naturally, I have elected to pursue the appropriate, environmentally conservative resolution and have discarded the hose in favor of a new one, purchased at the same locale we bought the first, Home Depot. Thank heaven for Chinese labor!
Skullismus
NYt: The Heyday of the Dead.
Dear God, I am part of the problem.
UPDATE: wait, no I’m not. But GODDAM I can’t wait until all that crap goes on clearance! Skull-logo Ralph Lauren alligator shirst that were a commercial flop! I’ll buy ’em by the pallet at pennies a shirt!
Slow down
I have to admit, I am frustrated with my decreasing frequency of posts. For three years, roughly, I posted daily. Since the turn of the new year, I have posted every three days, give or take.
I beleive that the difference has primarily been our move to a new home. It was in quite rough shape and every week brings a new task requiring time or money to address. This only satisfies me partially, however. Prior to our move any wacky rentier challenge would prove fruitful for words; in this new location, the discovery of a gas leak or sprung roof seam generates no desire to write about it whatsoever.
I think that the lack of blab can be laid to two things: solving any given homeowner problem requires a greater time investment than solving a comparable rentier problem, and that I, personally, have no interest at all in reading about or writing about the challenges and problems that property owners face.
Don’t get me wrong, I actually do read about such, and even actively seek out sources of information on subects such as the average annualized cost of hydration via hose as opposed to inset sprinklers. But it’s literally homework, of no emotional interest or value to me, and I resent it deeply. Every moment I spend learning how to conduct fiduciary analyses of variant home irrigation systems is a moment I have utterly failed to live my life in accordance with my desires.
Expect blogging to dwindle accordingly.
Ok, it's hot already
Our porch thermometer reads 104 degrees.
Yesterday was not as hot although I thought today would be cooler. We began our day at 8 am with a brisk hike at Twin Falls State Park, just beyond Mount Si on 90 east of the city. We went with Greg and Stacey, at Greg’s suggestion. I actually agreed to the plan without consulting with Viv which led to a great deal of crying and moaning at 7 am as we attempted to rise.
It was not hot on the trail but it was steep enough that we were all sweating heavily. It was interesting to note that the heat of the rest of the day did not seem as hot as it was. Next time I know there’s gonna be a heatwave horror, I’ll be trying to do some heavy excercise prior to the height of the heat.
200 Distilfinks
NYT: For the Pennsylvania Dutch, a Long Tradition Fades.
200 of 800 Pennsylvania Dutch barn ‘hex signs’ remain.
Odd, I recall seeing these a great deal in the early seventies as our family drove around the lower northeast. Seems like there must have been more than 800 at one time.
More Trek Fan Film Coverage
NPR ran a five-minute end-of-the-hour feature on the New Voyages Star Trek fan film crew this morning. As is becoming par for these stories, passing acknowledgment was made that this crew is not the only one making these fan-produced episodes, but the entirety of he reporting was focused on Cawley’s project. This is likely as much a reflection os the snowball effect of that initial Wired story as much as a reflection of the skill with which Cawley’s assembled his media hook, which is that the project features the original series characters played by new actors with increasing numbers of professional Trek veterans appearing in the New Voyages episodes.
Another factor in the coverage, I believe, must be the continuing delay in release of Starship Exeter‘s new episodes; Exeter has been acknowledged as the inspiration for New Voyages and the Exeter creative team initially worked with the New Voyages team prior to the production of the first New Voyages episode. Personally, I found the initial Exeter episode to be a more successful translation of the original-series ethos than the first episode of New Voyages. I have been holding off on watching the more recent New Voyages pieces until Exeter releases the full second episode to be better able to compare the teams’ work.
However, the rate at which New Voyages has been producing episodes may well make this moot, as practice brings experience and soon the series may no longer be comparable in any meaningful way.
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The view from Chris and Sabrina’s aparment, ydrterday evening.