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Friday, August 29, 2003

Abby made rabbit the other night. MMMM. The next day after having a meat free lunch at work (the beef looked spongey) I rode home and devoured the rabbit bing bang. It was flavored with Chorizo. When we went to see "Cremaster III" there was an opening scene with a giant eating meat off the bone. Reminded me of the rabbit.

Thursday, August 28, 2003

... the U.S. troops should be taken off the streets as soon as possible. Their presence as occupiers as well as the casualties inflicted upon the Iraqi people (now estimated between 6-7,000) is far too costly for the Iraqi people... Alternet news. http://www.alternet.org/story.html?StoryID=16679

It's time for the UN troops to be brought into Iraq. And for the US to share the burdens of Iraq.

498 miles since I attached my Sigma bike computer in July.

Last night we saw Barney's "Cremaster 3" at the Key Cinema. That one is a hard nut to crack. With fantastic images, sculptures, and ideas mixed with scenes that many find unendurable.

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Hideous claws of lobster boy! While I was on the porch enjoying Mars, that red devil, spawn of James Brown and a crawdad, snuck into the Pullan Ave. House and locked me out. Banging on the door brought no relief. I had to sleep in the Lumina.

Monday, August 25, 2003

And so- a quick recap of the Crouse Clambake- there was a new element to the evening this time- the hideous, the lurid, the exciting Lobster Boy!! He was in a little carnival cage and he danced and waved his bright red claws! He did look a bit like a spray-painted James Brown doll, but pay that no mind- it was Lobster Boy.
So we ate lobster and we drank Dickel. I think 50 people were there, at least, and Mulhauser Kurt showed up with his girlfriend Brigette. Paul did show up, eat, talk, and drive back in one night. There was a drawing for an awesome lobster boy clock, and a chef won. We went to bed around 1:30 to the sound of angry howling cats who objected to our presence. Somehow Jeep got locked outside, but that's another story, for him to tell!

Thursday, August 21, 2003

Lunch. Hot. Go outside across Michigan Street to the 'Quad'. 2nd day of classes. I'm in buttondown, slacks, tie with 'Yoda' on it. Black shoes to store the 'Heat' for winter. It is 90. And humid.

I am trying to blend the white stripe of untanned skin across my forehead into the rest of the tan I received on my Monday ride.
You should try it. Hot Hot Heat. 15 minutes. Eyes shut. Memories of summer heat from childhood just perc up.

A sure sign that summer is on the wane:Crouses' Clam Bake. On some Saturday late in August Rob and Paige host a seafood blow-out featuring huge pots of mussels, clams, and lobsters boiling on the outdoor propane stove, and many of the guests have not seen each other since last year at that time. That is, if they failed to attend the Groundhog's Day celebration. Paul the former projectionist will make a quick appearance:he drives down from Cleveland to Cincinnati, then drives back after eating and some polite chat. Sometimes Mulhauser's brother shows up but usually not- he's hiking somewhere. Rob and Sara Mulhauser were married three years ago at the Clam Bake. Reggie from across the street will come by and bring something wonderful to eat, and her daughter will be by with Mr Wiggles, the chihuahua. Max Crouse, who will be two in December, will toddle about with Fez the bulldog, both looking for trouble that no one allows them to get into. Later in the early morning hours when the guests are gone Jeep and I will fall onto a futon to sleep, joined by Fez. The whole thing has such comforting consistancy.

Monday, August 18, 2003

I got lipchiggers.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

GBV: Me crowd surfing + 44 songs + 'rock us' crowd = Great Show

Guided by Voices played Birdy's on North Keystone Saturday night. YEah Boy. It was a fun show.

After a great dinner (filet mignon skewered then grilled over charcoal, her homemade bialys)cooked up by Abby, Todd, Jo, Ab, and meself migrated north to meet with Mark Sweigart before the concert. There was alight crowd at Birdy's when we arrived. The opener, the Go, had some songs that had a good gruv, but my gawd, they were so loud. Up in the balcony we saw an old friend of Abby's, Bryan, former Ball U artist. Brian was there with a buddy, Brendon. We 'talked' with them for a while before GBV started playing.

'Talking' was more writing back and forth. Besides being really fricking loud, Brendon wrote "if they knew how bad they sounded they might care" to turn it down. The Go, see them if you like it deafening. During the break, we met a few more people here to see GBV: Seth and Duncan from West Lafeyette. The whole audience was a friendly bunch.

Bob Pollard and GBV shortly took the stage as the crowd suddenly grew a little larger. Not so large it was hard to get right up to the stage. Bob Pollard started off talking to the crowd, giving his usual pep talk. He talked about the recent Chicago Goose Island Music Fest, and some disagreements he had with the guy who played before GBV, Bob "Bobby" Mould. I guess there was some general snotty-ness.

With a mix of old, mid, and new releases, GBV kicked in the music. Band members Doug Gillard, Nate Farley, Kevin March, and Tim Tobias backed up Bob with their usual enthusiam. The energy got into the crowd to a point that Brendon and Bryan picked me up and sent me crowd surfing to the front of the stage. That was fantastic. even when I crashed to the floor, the crowd was there to give me a hand up . . . and give me some of my junk that fell out of my pockets. Abby was having a good time dancing near the front. Bryan took it upon himself to get the crowd into a little more a full contact slam.

The stage in Birdy's in the corner of this big room. The band has to walk through the audience to make the stage . . . which makes for a more intimate atmosphere. I got a big handshake from Bob as he made his way back to the stage for the encore. At the encore, the crowd was a dancing slamming bunch, but in a friendly way. By the end of the evening it was hot, sweaty, sticky, but we had got what we paid for, a jamming good time. They even played "Echos Myron". See article in the Indy Star, where it refers to a crowd surfer.

On to White Castle.

Thursday, August 14, 2003

Saw the Flyboy Bush doll yesterday. Made me want to spit.

Monday, August 11, 2003

Friendster.
How about Deadster? How you are connected to other people through past ancestors. Based on a massive genealogy database.
CO-a-ster. Your connection to codependant friends.
Dumpster. After you've left Friendster.
Buster. Jail time friends connexion.
Raster. Reggae Buds.
Damnster. Hell's internet club for those who haven't seen the light.

As California gets all excited about the recall, this video might help you get in the mood.

http://www.ericblumrich.com/gta.html

National Flaming Lips Week was celebrated in Indianapolis on Sunday with a group Zaireeka Listening Party which involved quadra, no, octophonic sound. Four CDs in Stereo. And some of Jo's Electric Lemon-Aid. Tuesday the Flips performed at the Vogue. The sold-out performance provided entertainment for all ages, except those under 21. Abby has some of lead singer Wayne Coyne's fake blood on a napkin, certain to be enshrined as a relic in our home.

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

Twelve years since I said that I would stay with Abby until death separates us from this life. Those words I spoke mean more today. It has been great.

For our 12 year Abby bought he a Pearl Studded Bike Helmet, and I bought her a silk purse made from Dick Cheney's left ear.

Actually we had a great weekend. Friday I received the good word from my doctor about that minor condition. Friday night we went down the street to the Key Cinema to see Winged Migration. Fantastic documentary. Then we went downtown. It was fairly crowded because of the Brickyard 400, but we found good service, great margaritas and savory Mexican at the new El Sol in Union Station. Afterwards we had a romantic walk up to Monument Circle where we watched people from the Soldiers and Sailors Monument.

Sat. We loaded up the car with guns, ammo, methamphetamines, and comic books and headed to Kankakee, IL to see Brian, Gretchen, and their son, Jeb. We took the long way. I-74 out of Indy to the Waynetown exit. Went N on 25 and saw this small but well taken care of cemetery, Turkey Run Cemetery , home of the former T. Run Christian Church, est. 1820. The latest grave appeared to be from the 1870s. Set back from the road with low dark woods on two sides and a corn field to the north, it is a special place. Many of the graves that have broken have been carefully mended. There is even one of the post-Civil War cast zinc grave marker (beware: bad midi) looking as sharp and clear as when it was mounted, except for where what looks like a stray .22 has dinged it.

After watching some flycatchers we drove on to Wingate, where by chance, they were have a Sweet Corn Festival. And since it was noon, we had to stop for fish sandwiches, bad karoakee, girls playing softball, bingo, and fantastic sweet corn. All you can eat, $2. From there we drove through the scenic old river town of Attica across the Wabash to Williamsport to see the highest falls in Indiana. And there was water actually going over it. But with the way the city fathers have barricaded the view, and the many mosquitos on the trail, we didn't find it very welcoming. I hear that Fall Creek Gorge nearby is nicer.

Up divided highway Indiana 41 we went to Morocco, Indiana and made a left. This road soon become a single lane country road, but since it was flat, straight and had no stop signs, we made good time to Kankakee. We had a fun old time with the Eaton's. They grilled up a great supper, and we enjoyed a fire as the wind blew away the humidity. Jebadiah Eaton, 21 months old, is a blessing. The next day after a leisurely breakfast, we headed home. We needed to set up for a Zaireeka listening party. More on that later.

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