The great asparagus debate has been settled. I was unsure if it was a gene that is causes your pee to smell post asparagus consumtion or if that only some people can smell that special asparagus funk. Stina has claimed she is a non smelly asaparus pee-er. So, having recently consumed some delicious spargel (german for asparagus) meticulously prepared by Tony “the lathe” Barulic, I just made crazy smelly pee in our toliet. Then I had Stina come in, and she couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. Now we know. And knowing is half the battle.
What’s the other half then?
I hope its not being able to out run a bear. I might be hosed.
As a side note, I also learned that balsamic vinegar on your asparagus is a real good time. Give it a try. Or maybe I’m just late to the party.
There’s been a great event that goes on right under our nose in this great city which we somehow have forsaken. The Phish Phry is a every once in a while happening in a random bar in Potrero Hill, where two dudes blast sweet phish jams for 5 hours straight. From the long view, it doesn’t sound like much, hanging around in a bar listening to music, but it was crazy fun. Especially if you were weened on Phish. Phish was my gateway drug to becoming a full blown concert junkie.
First off, take two guys who are walking databases of phish show knowledge. This guarantees we’re going to hear rare killer versions of tunes with epic jams. Then put them in a bar with a solid loud stereo that has fun lights. They even bring their own smoke machine, which at times got pretty out of control.
Then a bunch of Phish fans come out of the woodwork and we all celebrate the fantastic music together, with lots of dancing and a few tasty beers.
We were in a smallish crowded space, so I was feeling particularly protective of Stina. I know that in the past she has claimed that “no one puts her in the corner”, but this is exactly what I did. And it was fine.
It was interesting talking to folks. One lady said the first time she went a Phish Phry, she got so depressed that Phish wasn’t playing any more shows that she drank till she passed out. I feel the exact opposite – this is a fabulous chance to listen to Phish in their prime, playing better then the would if they got back together. Its like a Phish phantasy setlist. Its free, the beer is better and cheaper, the bathroom is close by, and everyone’s really into it. The whole thing is so stress free and I’m so old and snobby that I almost appreciate this more then going to a Phish show in this day and age. “Almost” is probably the key word though.
On reflection of the past week, my absolute highlight was having a surprise one-on-one yoga class with my favorite teacher. No one else showed up. I never would have predicted that would be something that would be so meaningful to me.
During a stellar year long period when there was numerous PVision San Fran visitations, we once attempted to watch the Simpsons on TV. the reception in my house is subpar, I was greatly amused as Dave emphatically complained about our “unacceptable, dial-up tv”.
On the recent recommendation of HaberMcMuffin, I went out and picked up the HDTV converter box that all of us older TV set owners will eventually need. I had my $40 government sponsered coupon, so it only ran $25.
Now all of the sudden I have maybe 25 channels (instead of 5) that come in crystal clear. Granted, a third of them are in Spanish, but its still fantastic.
Good idea, Muffin.
One thought that I had during Explosions in the Sky was that I might want to have more “fun” with my blog. I figured a good step in that process would be to start hosting it on my website, where I had complete control of it. So I anticipated I’d spend a week figuring out how to install blogging software, and then how to move my blogger blog (bloggity blog blog blog!) content onto this one.
Actually, I clicked one button on the webhost control panel to install WordPress. WordPress was my top choice since it was both open source and popular, a most excellent combination. 30 seconds later, WordPress was fully installed. Then I found another button which imported everything from blogger – my posts, the comments, the weak ass tagging that I did – onto this one.
So, yeah, that was much easier then I had anticipated.
Welcome to blog 2.0.
Funner hopefully soon.
I’ve just come off a fabulous three night run of shows:
Tough Mama @ the Connecticut Yankee
Tough Mama was a big jam band in the early 90’s in Seattle, doing well despite the upsurge of grunge. I’ve heard Scott Law and Dave Pellicciaro in bands before, so I was really pumped to run across this random one off show at the Yankee. I love the Yankee, and it was only $10. There were maybe 60 people there, and they tore the roof off. I had an amazing time. I even grabbed a taste:
Explosions in the Sky @ the GAMH
I had been looking forward to this one for a while now. I’ve been digging some of their albums for the past year or so. Jordan and I cruised over, fortunately missing most of the somewhat grating opener. Seeing Explosions in the Sky is akin to going to a play or opera – there are no improvisational elements, but they execute on these songs perfectly. It was a single hour set with no breaks – one song segued into another thanks to long thick feedback loops. The drummer was the superstar of the bunch, but they all worked seamlessly together. They created a great sonic space to do some good thinking in, occationally drawing me out during the more climactic moments in the songs.
The Wet Spots @ Mission Control
Violet Blue @ the Chronicle published a heads up on this show a week or two ago, and I snapped up tickets right away. First off, we had to find Mission Control – a not so obvious location. It turns out to be a converted condo space where the “living room” is impromptu performance space, and the rest of the building was aptly decorated used for funky socializing. Stina describes it akin to Anon Salon, but smaller and much cleaner. The Wet Spots is a Canadian duo who performs humorous, rather explicit, sex positive songs. It was most excellent, and really really entertaining. There was also a nice “underground” vibe seeing this performance at Mission Control. I learned what a “piggy pile” is, and that porcupines do it with a stick.
Healing is coming right along. We went to Macy’s to get some new bra’s. After I was rejected from the women’s changing rooms, we had customer service cordon off our own private waiting room complete with very helpful sales lady who gathered bra’s and was full of sage advice. I’ve become far more adept at putting bra’s on/off a person and then attaching them neatly on their hangers. Cotton, underwire, tan – a whole new world was opened up to me.
Anywho, Gail memed me to disclose 5 things about me:
1. I love Fiji water bottles. They are incredibly durable, and I re-use them countless times. They are structurally far superior to every other water bottle. They are like little Nalagie bottles that I can lose/recycle without guilt. My naughty little secret is that I actually love the Fiji water – my favorite thing is when I get a new bottle.
2. I do a lot of my best thinking while lying on the floor. Since I work at home quite a bit, this I avoid the awkward work scenarios. People often take my behavior with a grain of salt, so it hasn’t been too bad when it happens at the workplace.
3. In college I introduced myself as “Mr. Messy”, and many people called me “Mess”. What’s lesser known is that when I was younger and went away to summer camp, I told everyone my name was “Trev.” I’ve been very successful at self imposing a nickname.
4. I enjoy stacking things, like coins or poker chips. If given a huge container of change, I will happily sort it out into neat little piles.
5. I once saw Yanni in concert mid high school. I went with Stina, no less, at her urging. It must of been like ’92. The thing is, is that I really enjoyed it. Middle aged women shouted out “I love you Yanni!” in between songs. He was cheese through and through, but cheese sounded good with an full orchestra.
The Kahvi collective is an amazing net label dedicated to sharing high quality mostly downtempo non-vocal electronica. I’ve been listening to their releases for the past year or so, and I’ve discovered some real gems along the way. At the end of last year I released a compilation album of tracks spanning my four albums on Kahvi named “Red Balloon.”
DJ Polaski creates seamless mixes of electronica tracks. He’s released a number of Trance mixes which get played on mega internet radio di.fm. Over time, he has become more focused on making mid to downtempo mixes, and has become the resident DJ on the Kahvi collective. He and I have become friends through much internet banter, and he then surprised me by making a seamless mix of my tracks which clocked in at over an hour, full of clever interplay between the tracks. Now this is no simple task. My songs are not meant to mixed that way – each track is really an island onto itself – and it took an intense amount of work and creativity to make this happen. He sent me the mix, and I was really touched. After taking it in, I felt there was some room for improvement, and since he uses the same tool I do to create tracks (Ableton Live), I had him send me the project file and made some changes. Then we went back and forth a couple times on the project, tightening the mix and learning different techniques from each other. It was a really fun process.
So now I’m psyched to release “Fusion”, a 65 minute seamless mix of General Fuzz tracks.
Download it here.
Well, its been 4 days since the surgery, and each day has been better then the previous. She’s now slowly moving around, and becoming desperate to take a peek at the new goods. TV has been our good friend. It was great and terribly helpful having Mama Rudden around. She’s taking off tomorrow morning, and we’re sad to see her go.
Stina sends her love to everyone, and thanks for all the support. Be sure to tell her how sexy she looks next time you see her.