A Dream in my Favor

I've never been one to worry too much about exams. In fact I barely studied for them in the past, but my law class doesn't meet much, so I need to study more for this. My last exam is on Sunday and I have to finish the reading, then write up my notes, and finally work on the answer problems on Saturday. This all means that I'll have no social life (uh, big change) this weekend, save for a movie if I need a break.

Anyway, I had a dream last night that I arrive a day early for my exam and had more time to study. I hope that is a fortuitous sign.

Shit, I was hoping to catch the women's roller derby this weekend, but it was last weekend. All is not lost because the playoffs are NEXT weekend. Wow, I like this early stuff.

Albums You Should Have, But Don't

Ok, after being sick the whole weekend and yesterday, I'm back with a bit of music snobbery. First, I would like to point out that I'm half a gig shy from 40 gigabytes of music, which is roughly 30 days with no repeats. Ok, so I have some songs twice. Anyway, here are seven albums you should have, but probably don't.


Electric Warrior - T. Rex 

I've trumpeted this album in the past, so I will again. This one was somewhat ignored on this side of the Atlantic and anybody my age only heard of this by proxy growing up as Powerstation covered "Get It On (Bang a Gong), which MTV aired a lot. Forget that, buy this one. Or rip it from a friend. Or ask me.


The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society 

For some reason only know to J. Edgar Hoover and Ray Davies, Ray wasn't allowed entrance into the US in the late '60s. The Kinks missed out on the bulk of the counter culture and that is a good thing. Instead of pumping out a copy of White Rabbit or some Beatles crap, they came up with this.


Spring - Cyann & Ben 

Both melodic and chilling, this is a great album to listen to if you find yourself staring at your bathroom tile or something else for no reason.


Live at Leeds - The Who 

Ok, so some of you may have this. "NO!" you say, you have the 1995 expanded version. Well, drop that and get the two-disc set with Tommy on it.


Loveless - My Bloody Valentine 

This is the best album of 1991. It's not Ten, Nevermind, or C.M.B. This one.


Mwng - Super Furry Animals 

I wore my Super Furry Animals shirt to a restaurant. It simply says "Furries" on it. The hostess asked me if I was a Furry
. Can't say that I am. Anyway, this album is the top selling Welsh language album of all time. Ok, that's not hard, but get it anyway.


Kick Out the Jams - MC5 

One sentence: "It's time to kick out the jams, motherfucker!"

So there it is. Pick on me if you must.

Black Bird of Annoyance

With the fair winds of spring, the red-winged black bird has returned. That damn thing shows up EVERY Spring and bleats out his one-note repertoire over and over and over and over at my windows and the entry windows. Then it shits everywhere. Maybe his little song pisses him off, too, so he shits at the same time. I don't know. At first he flew away when we taped pictures of owls and falcons to the window. He wised up to that. Then I bought a Hootie Owl and hung him up. That didn't do it, either, and now Hootie is gathering dust on top of my shelves.

I'm conflicted as to whether this bird is really smart or extraordinarily stupid. On one hand, paper or plastic animals do not dupe him nor has another beast gobbled him up. Then again, he repeatedly chirps at his own reflection, day in/day out/ year in/year out. I'm a kind and gentle person by nature, but I think I'll ask my brother-in-law to point a shotgun at the thing and scatter his body to the winds.

You know, I need to name this thing. Any suggestions of names that signify annoyance? I will not accept Pat or Henry.

Ich bin ein Klutz

Here are some pictures proving my status as a Klutz. Ok. So Shaun makes it down the hill just fine.

As does Kyle....

Here's a dramatization of me going at the end of the same little hill. Unfortunately, there's no picture, since the camera was in my backpack. Hill: 1, Camera: 0. Here's more proof if you don't believe me. This happened while helping my friend build his house. He keeps this picture in his sun visor and shows it to people the first time they're in his truck. So there you have it.

Post-Ride Pat

After the post below and after finding Dave's post, I created my South Park persona after a bike ride. I think it's fitting.

89.3 The Current

Why, oh why, does 89.3 have to play decent stuff and then go into a whole block of crap? I'm shutting this stream off.

Steve, Broken Chains, and Nucular Reesrch

So Friday night I went to visit Steve. I made it to some veteran bookstore, upgraded to trendy bookstore with adjacent Starbucks, just in time to catch Steve's portion of his poetry reading. He's a good public speaker and had the crowd giggling. He was by far the most interesting one. The next read so focused and monotonous that I kind of missed it and the next was pretentious in the happy-psuedo-granola-I'm-a-liberated-womyn-really-I-am sort of way. Steve had the copy of the M Magazine that he was on the cover of a year and a half ago, so I was able to read that.

We headed, as usual, to Trocadero. On empty stomachs and mojitos, we caught up on the dramas in our lives (95% Steve, 5% me). That guy's life is never dull and he had more than usual this time. He seems to handle it all well enough. We need to trade skins for a week. That'll give me something to talk about and him a much-needed rest.

Saturday, I headed to Eric's to get a bike rack for my car and a CO2 pump for flats and then to Blue Mound State Park to finally use my mountain bike for which it was designed. I opted to try the intermediate path and learned that I'm a beginner mountain biker, i.e. a complete pussy. I actually have scars and stories to excuse myself from jumping straight into hard-core biking. I'll have to post pictures of my scars, among other things. Anyway, I was happily failing to conquer the trail when I snapped my chain. I was only a half-hour into it. I was kind of pissed in the Better Off Dead-sort of way, but still hiked around a bit and headed home. Of course, everyone I knew was working that night, so I caught up on some tv.

Anyway, thanks the Michael the Librariman for his quick response to my nucular reesrch request. One of the benefits of OCD is that I think of something and have to read about it. So if anyone needs a trivia team member, I'm your man!

Anyway, back to drawing lines.