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Saturday, January 31, 2004

Stinky Pinky, Pass me some of that dumbass over there. - BH Surfers.

Sunny and Blue Marble Morning. Black crows eating dry cat food on the stump. We ate breakfffast at City Cafe. Cinnamon roll +++. Eggs Benedict ++++. Veggy Hash ++++. Priced right. Serviced right, well i mean serviced in the traditional sense. Err. Well not that kinda service.

We went to the Herron Gallery to see an exhibit with work by Charles Gick, Jeremy Tubbs, Bill Viola and Patrick Zentz. Good stuff. Weather controlled accoustic instruments. Video art that is beyond video art. Indiana art that smells like farm and pasture.

Last night we watched the French Connections 2. The first Hollywood film to attach a number to its butt for its sequel. Not bad. Popeye Doyle gets hooked on skag and spends a lot of the movie with the help of a Frenchie cop trying to get that monkey off his back.

Then we talked to Morgan (see below) and Pat G. And ate ab's homemade pizza fresh off the stone.

We will do our best to hit as many smelly smoky ratholes (spiderholes?) that indy has to offer.

Thursday, January 29, 2004

"LOVELESS"
I saw "Lost in Translation" Monday night, not feeling great but decided to sink into a theatre seat and disappear. It was such a good movie, and one thing I particularly enjoyed was the soundtrack. It had some old and original music by the esteemed Kevin Shields, including a track from the My Bloody Valentine opus, "Loveless". Lately I cannot get enough of this album. It is sun streaming through green leaves and snow softly coming down. Guitars interweave like vines, creating heart-breakingly beautiful melodies. Sometimes there are snippets of sound that remind me of warped music accompanying a filmstrip from elementary school days. This is just the most beautiful and lush album I've ever heard!
Also find myself listening to Iron & Wine, particularly "Bird Stealing Bread". More music to tug the heart.

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

This is my first attempt at this blogging thing. Don't know if I'm doing this right or not. I guess we'll see. Sorry, but I don't know how to write poetry, artsy posturing or political ranting. My convoluted thoughts will have to do for now.

Well, we're hosting a winter party on Saturday, Feb. 21. We wanted to do something this winter and all the holidays were taken. As many of you know, we spent New Year's in a Brown County cabin watching the rain come down and drinking ourselves silly. Then, Karen asked us not to host a party on Valentine's Day because of their overwhelmed schedule that day. So it's 2/21. I expect a good time. Hot tub will be fired up. Anyone's welcome and I encourage you to invite your friends.

Pat's party for Val is this Saturday (1/31) followed closely by Wallace's Superbowl extravaganza on 2/1. Goody. I like having something to look forward to.

Amber, Ryan and I are going to Lake Tahoe and San Francisco on 2/12 for a short vacation. We had to use plane tickets from a trip last winter where we took a bump. Zachary is not going. Instead, we're leaving him at the kennel.

And everybody knows Amber is due on April 7. She'll probably have a baby shower in which we'll let you know. For that, I will be staying at the kennel.

I just learned that the Indiana General Assembly over-rode the late Gov. O'Bannon's veto of last year's abyssmal wetlands regulations. That means that over 90% of Indiana's wetlands are now unprotected. Pretty sad. Its a big hit for the environment here in Indiana.

So that I don't leave on a sour note, I want everyone to know that I, too, love Pat Garvey.

Peace, Love & baby drool,

Gerk


To warm you while you sit in front of the cold blue tube. Hellboy Comics Online.

How about playing a 78 of "Summer Wind" by Sinatra while riding a metal merry-go-round at the park?

Saw that Lost in Translation at the Key Cinemas. Bill Murray, I have always liked. Scarlet Johansson, yippee. Those Coppolas, they good.

We walked to the theatre through the snow. And mist. The temp was rising to near non-freezing. The light snow was covered with ice. Icing on top of fluff. Made a great crunch everytime you stepped. And as Abby said the ice sounded like diamonds as the pellets got kicked across the top.

4 degrees and 20 mph wind as I wait for the bus.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Sometimes I just cannot stand the wintertime. Last night and most of today spent feeling scratchy-throated limbs aching head hurting and tired. Filthy snow pushed into gutters and layers of gray ice on my car. A walk to the car results in wet cold feet. The closed up house starts to seem oppressive, and Sweden's high suicide rate seems perfectly understandable. I want to feel some sun on my face, however fleeting. I want to open a window. The charms of winter(reading on the couch, watching videos wrapped in blankets, comfort food) are becoming tiresome. I need a spear of fresh asparagus now!

i am not evil.

Monday, January 26, 2004

I had a 20lb turkey languishing in my freezer, begging to be eaten. All last week I thawed it, then it got sunk in a cooler full of brine Friday night. Saturday morning, the bird went onto a wood-chip enhanced charcoal grill for a leisurely round of hot-smoking(temps at 200-275 degrees). After 4 hours of fretting, adjusting, stoking, and smoking, the turkey was finished. To accompany the turkey I made a roasted vegetable/feta salad to be served at room temperature. Fellow foodie Jo made wonderful twice baked potatoes that had a subtle burn from cayenne pepper, and the esteemed cook Rebecca made a crock pot of chili, a poppy-seed cake, and a lemon merangue pie. We had several wines with dinner, and 9 guests on short notice for this spontaneous get together. Jo had built a raging fire in our fireplace, and all evening long we sat near it, sampling the sweet desserts and picking at leftovers. Truely a great time.

Thursday, January 22, 2004

Oral Surgery Day Dream

Val,

Tip o' the day. Editorial and format questions concerning the publication of this blog can be sent to gfilter @ iupui.edu. Otherwise post only artsy thoughts, larfical poems, and extreme political rants.

- the Editor

Saturday, January 17, 2004

Not only must we confront the uncontrolled sprawl of dead-end suburbs and the boom and future bust of Best Buys, but we must suffer the destruction of tactile records of our accomplishments and failures. The loss of the mystic. the historic. The old structures that give a sense of place to anotherwise faceless plain, cornfield, or future stretch of asphalt.

Enough flowery flop. It just pisses me off to see the downtowns of small cities fall to pieces. To see landmarks fall from lack of use, and then be paved over.

For more on this subject, Historic Landmarks Foundation of Indiana?s annual 10 Most Endangered list.

Go Colts. You got a whiff of a chance.

For those in the dark, Jo and Abby refer to the Flaming Lips Non-Band Related Message Board where they chat with freaks.

Friday, January 16, 2004

I am not TOG! I am not TOG!

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Can you say pierced sinus!

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Wisdom teeth removed.
Cheeks like groundhog.

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

Today's lesson in lobbyists, consumerism and politics comes from the Center on Consumer Freedom. A center that claims to be for consumer rights and points fingers at activists of all types blaming them for scaring the public.

Now last time I was at a buffet here in Indianapolis, none of the 'consumers' there appeared afraid of bellying up to the steam table for a fresh load of calories and fat. And last time I saw a concert I came out smelling like a ham in one gross smelling smokehouse. But the Center on Consumer Freedom and the pack of lobbyists who run it would like people to think that all of these health facts are nothing more than hot air. And of course the folks on the advisory panel for CCF have nothing to gain for their respective companies: Philip Morris, the National Steak & Poultry Board, & Cargill Processed Meat Products.

Don't take my word for it. See for yourself how disinformation works.

Monday, January 05, 2004

Western Queensland continues to swelter in hot and dry conditions, with Birdsville in the far south-west yesterday reaching 49 degrees.
From the Wire:
It was the hottest January day on record for Birdsville and 10 degrees above average.

Windorah and Boulia reached 45 degrees, Cloncurry 44 and Quilpie 43.

Birdsville publican Kim Fort says while locals are used to hot weather, this week's temperatures have been extreme.

"Under the verandah we've got a thermometer hanging out there, it's around about the 51 mark, 51.5 and there's no better place to be when you've got temperatures like that than in the pub."

"But as I say hot's hot, when you get past 45 then a few degrees is not going to make any difference here or there."

Bastards.


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