i dont want no part of your tight ass country club you freak bitch

(i dont want no part of your tight ass country club you freak bitch) is what I typed into the youtube search bar and it pulled up exactly what I wanted: This clip.



I love the Internet. Have you noticed that we capitalize the Internet? As though it were a deity. There's a reason for this. Please help the Internet any way you can.

Awesome.

The Man Who Knew Too Much

Here's the broadcast of my first show- unedited for your flub-listening pleasure. All in all it was pretty smooth and fun... until I realized that the clock in the booth is 10 minutes fast and I had Ten minutes still to go... so yeah. I ad-libbed a little at the end. Enjoy!

Ugh... also the first 5 minutes of music are pretty overmodulated so sorry bout that. It gets better, I promise.

And tune in next Friday (and every Friday) on KRFH.net!

Photo Phun

Frisbee
Sky
Ping Pong

Glory

Inglourious Basterds is not a glorious return to form, but it showcases some of Tarantino's talents, and has at least two spectacular scenes.

My biggest complaint about Tarantino is that he's a great dialogue writer. His early films showcase this so well, that he now has freedom to make his entire films long discussions, devoid of character development, story progression, or real meaning.

He avoids the smug referentiality that made Death Proof nearly unwatchable, but Inglourious Basterds still falls prey to some of Tarantino's writing hubris - namely- it's a good hour too long. He's proficient - Keith Phipps of the AV Club put it best: "Tarantino remains a master of creating tension from characters engaging in what only looks like polite conversation..." - but not self censoring enough these days.

I saw Tarantino speak after an advance screening of Kill Bill V.1 many years ago and he talked about the incredible relationship he had with his editor, Sally Menke. But it seems they have traded concise storytelling for long-winded homage.

There are some outright successes to Inglourious Basterds. The final sequence is amazing and succeeds as an alternate history wet dream. Christoph Waltz, an actor I'd never heard of, who has 89 credits on IMDB, is easily the best actor in the film. Brad Pitt's alright. Even Eli Roth was surprisingly palatable.

I'll recommend this film with a few caveats. Make sure you have the time. And bring plenty of wine.

Ha Ha

"I picked the Black Knight... but no one wanted to roll with Martin Lawrence"

Watch a funny video with No Age here...

In Defense

Most often one-hit-wonders are plagued by awful, awful lyrics and an all-too common chord progression, re-worked for the time.

Then, along comes a hook that's irresistible and the best message in pop music in the last decade. Eat it up.

Whut?!

The illest shit about rap is that they're more metaphorical than Moby Dick...

How's this for metaphysical?

I think I've stumbled onto something... Is our world just a facade? A tightly woven tapestry with a handful of loose threads scattered across the universe? That's what my trusty visioneer has become, a stray gossamer which I yield like reins.

Or maybe I should buy a new camera.

West End Road

I stole this idea from KPL. Hers usually turn out well, though.

Pictures taken while riding my bike out West End Road, my usual afternoon spin.

End of Arcata

This is the hottest part of the ride - right before the end

Down Please

Old barn

I really like this guy. I think he's a burro, but I'm not exactly sure. He's very friendly.

For some reason when I get out here I think about The Road.

Going fast

Industry

Self Portrait

The Adventures of Grant

Well dang, it's been a while. I guess I'll put on some pump-up music and get down to the play-by-play of the last few months.

After a five-plus year break from the quadri-family reunion that is Old Blues, I made a triumphant return. Well, pretty tame, actually. Despite the number of people there, it felt relaxing and low-key. Which is good.


I took a couple of weekends to go see Rachael (if you havent been following her blog, do. She's a much better writer than I) and others in the Bay Area.

I BEAT THE SWINE FLU is the t-shirt I'm going to have made, as I truly crossed the alligators' backs in Martinez, whilst visiting my dear friends Brett and Charmaine. They, along with their room mate came down with the notorious H1N1 convienently, oh, the day I showed up. But that's okay because obsessive hand-washing, beer, and staying at least 9 feet away at all times seemed to work out in my favor. Boo Yah!

My travel periods followed the heat waves so I spent a few blocks of time traveling in 100+ degree heat, which is a hallucinatory and euphoric experience, as long as you can swim whenever you want. The sun is my favorite drug and it induces a feeling like no other (though a capsaicin high comes close.)

I saw San Jose twice, though my visits there are through the rose colored lenses of my Gran's beautiful backyard and 80 degree swimming pool. Yep.

There's a bit of an eerie feeling around that house now, though. Perhaps my adult eyes see things in disrepair that they never saw before. Perhaps that's the way things have always been.

But there's nothing like driving 8 hours, drinking a cold beer and diving in a diaphanous oasis.



Speaking of which, the Smith River is only two hours away yet I've only managed to make it there once this year. But lo, what a beauty to behold. The Smith is absolutely, unequivocally the most beautiful river in California and looks to hold that status for a long time.



Plus, camping is the shit when you've got a cousin who'll fix a nalgene-size margarita (with real lime) and dinner and breakfast.

And then back to the Bay Area for the Giants, who, between a terrific away streak, and an eight-inning shut out, played the worst game I've ever seen (live). Oh well, $80 worth of beer made up for that. pffffft.

And while I glibly throw out four score's worth of Washington's on Sierra Nevada (Holy SHIT! 175 calories a pop?), my financial security - HA! - falls out from under me. Yes, venerable Arcata establishment Video Experience has closed. :(

But, like a phoenix from the ashes of our global recessio-pocalypse, La Dolce Video rises. Ok, their website's nothing right now, but VX lives in spirit. Merrick's got a shit-ton of good ideas and enthusiasm (and VX's entire catalog) so I have high hopes for the spot. He's talking video games, comics, magazines, candy, popcorn and movies, so as long as I bring beer I won't need to go anywhere else. Ever.

Please support his awesome business!

Have I mentioned beer yet in this post? Rachael and I are taking a homebrew class this semester (yes, college is a rigorous exercise) so G Dazzle's Afternoon Delight might be a reality.

My visits with Rachael yielded some cool cultural delights. The SF Zoo is a nice facility. Though my hopes to see the baby gorilla did not come to fruition.



Filoli has a garden that just made me jealous. I'm sick of potted plants.



And the Academy of Sciences was about what I expected: dioramas, crowds, and lite versions of the SF Zoo and MB Aquarium. But worth it for the albino alligator.

So, I got to see my beautiful GF (that's her in the foreground),




Get tan (my God, that's embarrasing),



Ride my bike, and soak in a ton of media.

Some favorite new music: Jay Reatard, Grizzly Bear, Phoenix, The Heartless Bastards, No Age, Future of the Left, Def Leppard, Steve Earle's 'Guitar Town'. And as usual I've been listening to a lot of the Who and the Jam.

I've seen: Harry Potter 6, Eastbound and Down, Perfect Getaway, Up!, Spaced, Bad Timing Saxondale, The Hangover, and Moon.

I've read: Amnesia Moon, 100 Bullets, Lapham's Quarterly, and Blood Meridian.

I've played: Infamous, Shatter, Oblivion (surprise), Call of Duty 4, Civilization, Little Big Planet, Resistance 2, Tiger Woods '09, and just started Kingdom Hearts 2, which I am highly excited about.

So... if anyone wants my opinion on any of this stuff, all you have to do is ask. I may have more to come.

Oh, and I threw 2 birdies at the Mad River disc golf course last week.

And if you read all this, you get a prize:

Communication Breakdown

I guess Arcata's coffer are flush from the new sales tax income. Last week a crew painted new bike lane signs and sharrows on H St. at 14th (Yay!).

Today, they're tearing up the freshly decorated pavement! Awesome!

Just a Thought

Facebook must be putting all of those classmates.com/family tree type sites out of business.

Oh Snap!

http://www.imdb.com/news/ni0870055/

Disgust

Of all the sniveling, holier-than-thou tween starlets, Hayden Panettiere has got to be the worst.

Ugh, she is so dreadful.

The Surreal Life

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WTF

Yucca

Beerantula

Big-D

Tulum

Sepulturas

Patio

Aguardiente

Cocinero gigante

Gaviotas