Tanner is a Pittsburg Negro

tanner is shadowed by sarna becker in the women
tanner is one of 10
tanner is empirically evaluating many common assumptions
tanner is perfect from the field in the victory
tanner is committed to doing
tanner is now appearing at the prestonwood studio movie grill on thursday nights in “buff tanner
tanner is well known for his trombone work
tanner is a beautiful yellow
tanner is also forced to accept as his partner on the case detective inspector catherine tully
tanner is determined to be better than his father
tanner is back to offer a little comic relief
tanner is sent to prague to rescue the notorious nazi war criminal janos kotacek and deliver him to the us government
tanner is back
tanner is a patrolman in the childersburg police department and has been for 2 years
tanner is the young brother that smells the putrid chair
tanner is emerging as a major force in music
tanner is as tormented in his personal life as ever
tanner is a perfect summer hammock read
tanner is a man with a past
tanner is a key figure in the policy renewal debate now engulfing the australian labor party
tanner is a neurologist with special expertise in movement disorders
tanner is a fuckin' rad trio from san diego who used to be called fishwife
tanner is the persona of the word "stallion"
tanner is a 15 years old midget who loves internet and horses
tanner is an unpredictable 82
tanner is widening her options and showing her skills in singles at various events
tanner is a medium gold and very handsome
tanner is filling in whilst 'm' is on leave
tanner is committed to doing it right
tanner is a man open to curious opportunities
tanner is a pittsburgh negrol
tanner is all jack russell
tanner is not convinced that evidence is what matters
tanner is the 640th most popular last name
tanner is not a winery that i know so i searched around and found that tanner is a woman who makes wine in santa maria
tanner is one citizen who knows about forfeiture laws and their impact all too well
tanner is the owner of computers of tomorrow
tanner is an unusual man with a special mission—to help the young people of the navajo nation
tanner is a reluctant survivor
tanner is true to the hard boiled tradition of cynical
tanner is continuing to grow and learn
tanner is a sexy ads member who will share his thoughts on sex and online dating
tanner is the first recipient of the rhea yeager fetzer music scholarship for students pursuing studies in string instruments
tanner is the last thing they want to hear
tanner is the first intact male owned by sierra mini aussies
tanner is presently part of the astronaut support personnel team at the kennedy space center
tanner is the only american to coach world champions in both swimming and water polo
tanner is the second born of the litter

Now do you - Googlism

Scary Hu?

Last night was the first (?) annual devil's night party at the Greendoor studios, and did it ever live up to its name. Everyone involved must have put so much time into getting everything right - Carved and mutilated pumpkins, lights, and projectors casting massive ominious (DIY) images, an entire menagerie of bizzarre hand created creatures and monstrosities, some created by Andrea were especially gruesome, one entitled "Power source" was essentially a naked man on his back w/ his groin and bowel ripped open and all sorts of strange biomechanical mess shooting out and wrapping around his arms and near by objects - there was also some sort of giant grizzled insectoid arm that ended in a real blooded powersaw that had aparently just been flaying a man lengthwise up his spine... his exposed intestines, i think they were made out of clown balloons.

The crowd was great and having fun, the usual greendoor cohorts, and then a bunch of people i'd never met before - The music set a perfect mood, Ben was playing some nice nice echoey dub, and that slowly segwayed into "Negative Creep" by nirvana, which along w/ whatever was in the punch caused me to temporarily go back in time to the 7th grade, when my old friend and eventual fellow arrestee, Chis "Eric" Beaderstadt, called me up saying "Hey i'm coming over, i got Bleach!" and i was like, cool we're gonna bleach our hair!" But, it wasn't that bleach... which is good, cause at the time i didn't know how exactly one bleached their hair, i just assumed you pored it all over your head.

Anyway, After a while of that, the dance party started, w/ shawn throwing some old school records down (Which reminds me, did you know John Lennon coined the term "old school"? Ask Ben H. about it...)

There were two acts i believe schedualed for the night, Todd and Ben's project called simply "Pink Bacon" (hmmm....) and Matty's Pseudo Hip hop experiment "Hariett Tubman Overdrive" featuring me, DJ Gay Rabies, on production. I spent most last week putting together 4-5 backing tracks, but was only mildly disapointed when Matty decided he wasn't prepaired to perform - Pink Bacon went on with aplomb and abomb. I won't go into superlatives, but imagine what two ex-nesters can do w/ delayedfuckedupkeysandvoicewhiledrunkandstoned It was pleasant. The whole night was pleasant really.

If anyone out there got pictures, (i'm looking at you angela) send some over so i can post them up.

Let them eat -

Eva and I went and saw Marie Antoinette tonight; Sophia Coppola's newest mood piece. I think both of us were feeling a little apprehensive, and not just because the film had been receiving such mixed reviews. Regardless, i had my hopes - I'm a fan of both her previous films, i thought they were both very.... effective, i guess is the word. If film at its most basic is a way to convey a sentiment, and a film makers job is to deliver that message in a unique way - than i almost imagine Coppola as some sort of idiot savant deaf mute, trying to convey feelings of loneliness and isolation, and succeeding in spite of herself, more so, because of herself.

All her films have these muted characters, barely there - or at least, barely with us, they're usually somewhere inside of themselves and the same goes with the characters in Marie Antoinette - For the most part i could have cared less about the characters, about any of Coppola's characters really... except maybe bill Murray, but he was an anomaly in her universe.

But that doesn't matter to me in her films, what matters to me is the scenery, and the music; the barely there thread of melancholy and loneliness, wist fullness and desperation, that lace her films together like so much frivolous ribbon. In Marie Antoinette i was completely captivated by world of Versailles, not for its characters, but for it's cake. Giant mountains of candy and luxury, so amazingly depicted, i couldn't tell which was which - it all rolled together in this sumptuous gluttony.

Much is being said about how much liberty is taken w/ the story, the use of American accents, and modern usages - well, I'm all for historical inaccuracy, (since i don't believe in any sort of objective historical accuracy anyway, and would rather hear a good story...)

Ebert said this about the film, and (yes, I'm quoting Ebert, shut the fuck up.)
"Coppola has been criticized in some circles for her use of a contemporary pop overlay -- hit songs, incongruous dialogue, jarring intrusions of the Now upon the Then. But no one ever lives as Then; it is always Now." (the rest) i have to say i found the accents and incongruencies to be delightfully decadent at times, and the rest of the time, downright boring.

I had a similar experience watching Antoinette and i did "stranger than paradise" when i was 19... after watching it i sat there, and thought to myself... that moving was fucking boring... what the fuck was the point of that. A few days later it occurred to me, that perhaps that was the directors intention, perhaps it was essential to convey the banality of those characters existence, their own ennui - by showing you just how uneventful their lives really were. I can imagine Jarmuch doing this... while I'm not going to call Coppola a Jarmuch (though their are alot of qualities about their films i find congruous...)
- while it seems like jarmuch has a much firmer hand on his films - i do wonder if Copolla is trying bore me and numb me, so that i can feel how she does, or rather, how her Marie Antoinette, or her Virgins, or her Scarlet, feels. If that is the case, i say bravo, because she does so while offering some amazingly evocative scenery w/ a pitch perfect score...

All month I've been listening to two albums, Disintegration and Power Corruption and Lies, The Cure and New Order respectively, and i have to say i almost cried when, at two very emotive moments in the film songs by these bands flooded into the room... (I doubt I'll ever hear "plainsong" used more fittingly) I couldn't have thought of more perfect music to fit the moods of these characters, and that also makes me wonder if my enjoyment of Coppola's films are merely serendipitous, that it seems I've always gone to watch her films either alone or while feeling alone, that it was raining and cold when i saw Lost in Translation by myself, or that tonight while Eva was sitting right next to me, she could have been sitting on the moon...

and that i also happen to be somehow listening to the same artists... perhaps we're soul mates, or more likely we just happen to share similar tastes, us and probably 100 million other lonely Cure / New order fans....

Anyway...

In the end I'd say that I'm of two minds with Antoinette, in many different ways - and that i feel the same about all of Coppola's films. On one side, i think she has vision, and can convey that vision in a very indirect almost discreet, or perhaps weak way, that - by that very nature makes me look harder and allow myself to be more sensitive for. I have to keep myself from digging for character development or narrative progression and just let her films wash over me the way i imagine she imagines her characters viewing their own lives... all stoned sunrises, and icey detactment.

On the other hand... if you cannot meet these requirements, than her films fail, they lack characters that matter, or dialog that interacts. They are essentially extended music videos, but even the videos to Du Hast or Paranoid Android have more of an Arch than most her films.

So I go back to the deaf mute analogy, while some people see Coppola waving her arms around and gesticulating, and she makes these "urrrggggg mmmmprrrrarrrrrr" sounds - and they say "I don't get it... what's she trying to say."

And then some look and think... "wow, can you feel the despair in the tone of her voice, look at
how white her knuckles are... so lonely, so... "

Oh yeah, and Steve Coogan is in it.

A picture aday.

So we've all seen somewhere one of those "1 picture a day for 6 years" concepts, either on Youtube or in book form, my first time was a few years ago over at my friends Adam and Rachelle's. They had a little art book that had a couple who took pictures of themselves over the course of a few years i think, it was interesting to see the way people slowly change.

Since then i've noticed it's become something of an underground phenomenon, especially with the Youtube crowd, now it's sort of lost it's novelty, not that it had a whole lot to begin with, i mean yeah, you grow a mustache, you grow a goatee, you get a black eye, you cut your hair, you wear suspenders for a few pictures, ok i get it...

It was about time for something like this to happen:

DJJD has left the Burlington

I picked up a copy of Ryan's new album the otherday sitting unassuming on the shelf @ Pure Pop. Having been blown away by his last effort Loventropy and feeling the need recently for more of his sound, a sort of a slow strummed blanket of missed connections and uncertainty.

When i got home, i got in a comfortable place, and hit play:

Immediately it struck me that this was not Loventropy -there's a bit of lush there in this opening track, synth strings, but this time there's a pronounced electronic element, an almost frantic gurgling and bleeping, Ryan starts crooning about ghosts looking for families, and dueting with himself, pitch shifted to a chipmunk, his voice drops out and we're left with the pulsing and minor keyed strings almost not enough, almost - when it seems like the song is over, a conversation starts between two voices - eventually as the electronics fade away leaving an ominous plinking piano the deep voice of DJJD turns his attention to us the listener:

"welcome to judgement day, this is DJJD, this is not a Scifi joke, this is the beginning of the the end of the beginning of the beginning of the the end..."

And in drops the sick, almost "disgusting" beat, electro drums stumble all around and an almost mocking voice asks repeatedly either, "understanding" or understand me" i can't tell... this is so strange, but it gets better.

he goes on to ask what gives life meaning, and so on... by this point i'm little disturbed, and more than a little loving it. As the electronically altered voice of DJJD fades out, a smooth electro-lounge beat fades in and here we are, back in prime RP territory, albeit, DJJD's Ryan power, gone are the lush strumming guitars, replaced with some sort of vocal sample that sounded like a digeri doo, and rolling waves of slinky lounge organ - The song has something to do with his battle with an Amphibian, as one point stating plainly,

"I could not break his neck, the scales were to strong for me..."

eventually one of his friends is blown apart due to the pressure of a decompression chamber; does this seem silly to you? are you laughing? because i wasn't - at no point during any of these songs did i laugh, i smiled nervously to myself, once or twice - but at no point did it seem that Ryan wasn't more than completely aware of what he was doing to me.

" grab the scalpel take us out of the formaldehyde, and let the dissection begin."

These songs are unbelievably self aware, obvious analogies to the pressures of love, residence, life, whatever - and where most shit eating folkies write verse after verse of the same self conscious drivel, here's someone taking all his voices, and turning them into some sort of bizarre psycho-sensual-scifi-electro-lounge kick in the balls.

"generally i don't like it when people talk over music like this...."

"go on"

"but it's the middle of February, and i feel, a little crazy..."

These voices float in and out, perhaps Ryan's inner monologue - i don't pretend to know, but one particular track talks about a relationship he was in over the last winter, and a girl he had met and who was messing with his emotions. This track is almost word for word a conversation Todd and I had w/ him one night last winter while drinking together at the Sin*a*gog... The more i listen the more this album strikes me as an unnervingly personal struggle Ryan somehow captured on tape.

"I'll hold your hair when you're puking, my dear,
I'll rub your back and clean it up."

There's nothing on JD - that comes as close to the warmth of Loventropy - and for the better, these tracks are Ryan dropping some of the veil of niceness, and giving a bit of a look into his confusion and anger. And it's also beautiful, the things he does with his voice are amazing, at times its so fragile and broken, and other times you'd swear he had Timberlake locked in the closet, not to mention his sense of melody and phrasing are meticulous, - completely unique.

"we have left the honeymoon suite and payperview porn is come to an end..."

And the instrumentation... at times lumbering synth beasts, tripping and falling over itself to die, other time smooth as synthetic motor oil electro lounge funk with over the top falsettos, backing vocals by a cast of Ryan's various personalities, complete with sexy little guitar licks and base runs - all the while, completely he's completely aware of what he's doing, not once in all this unsettling self exploration did i get the impression that this was traveling down the path of self consuming indulugence, every track feels like part of the whole, has some sort of catch to it, a rhythm or theme, a melodic hook, or simple little phrase. and not once does he let loose the reigns. I get the impression that this album was anguished over, in more ways than one.

I'd recommend picking up a copy, its 5 bucks and the best local album you'll pick up this year. But i guess, only if you enjoy a rewarding challenge - and being made to feel strangely awkward. Defiantly one of the best albums I've heard this year, period, and a perfect compliment to Loventropy. Can i also mention I'm more than a little stoned out on head cold medicine, and that yes, i know i changed tense about 20 times...

You can download the whole album on his website

but I'd recommend buying it.

A quick Jaunt...

Through the year...

The winter sucks party: new apartment, long winter;
late night drunkboy dance party, Eva came over for one
of the first times, blew a fuse on todd's stereo...

Got my stereo ripped off, concidered it Karma for
hurting Adrienne...

have you heard this story?

Pretty self explainitory really; Scotty how's your
little one these days? must be big and strong
w/ all that man milk you've been feeding him...

drinking at at the airport lounge w/ 3 total dudes.

tiger.

Test-todd-sterone

This is... new years day? i think... why do i hate
New Years Day so much? Oh yeah...
it's because now that the holidays
are over - all there is left now is the yawning
black whole of endless winter...

Swami Tanner

fan base

Emily is a picture hog i've realized,
and you can't accuse me of just taking
alot of pictures of her since most of the time
i wasn't the one w/ the camera...

This one worked out really well...
Brian plays the broken hearted neon blues

Out of so many of our shows w/ NM,
One of my favorite shows was the one at
Landon Street Cafe, i can't say why exactly
maybe because it was snowing really bad
and the rides there and back were dangerous,
especially w/ me and Todd High and rocking
out to CCR...
There was something about what we were
playing around that point i was enjoying
during this show i played the bass a bit,
processing it through my Korg.

This baby doll was sitting on top of the gas pump
it appeared to be suffering from Cleft Pallete.

Ben, obsuring the light.

Me in the wood

Nature's geometry

Montpelier...
I'll remember this day for a long time... Eva and I
took a day trip here, just to poke around and catch
a flick. Eva makes the most mundane events little
adventures...

Setting Sun in Vermont

JB and Eva, getting to know each other...

Sewing my pants, i gave up on that pair a while ago...
i couldn't do much more for them, but i got them to
stablize though. There's only a small hole in the crotch
now, once i patch it up... they should be good for another
winter.

Pure Poppers in their natural habitat
notice the look the C. Miller is giving me, this is how
they comunicate their distaste for picture taking.
facinating...

hmmm.

hmmm?

Gooooooombaaaaaaa!!!! WAP!

... hippes.

Bengela cutting rug.

guess who...

winter time... there's something about it that
makes for some really great shows.

What's not on Eva's mind....

that's me....

Narthex RIP.

you too hitler...

Graveyard behind my grandparents house,
it was really windy, cold that day... i think it
was easter.

miss you already

How was your day?

Pickin' and Grinnin'

Everyone is going out, picking apples, driving way to slow, endangering people in traffic while gawking at folliage, wearing colorfull layers of red and brown and orange and green, drinking ginger infused hot cider like it was the elixor of life, eating all things spiced, mulled, baked and pickled - sitting out in the fading light, bundled against the chill, smoking cigarettes and talking of a year past and the long winter ahead - and yeah, i'm one of them.

I baked my first apple pie this week, i've had a hand in a few in the past, but this one was all me, i went into it with a critics eye; apple pie has never been my #1 pie, i've always had a few criticisms of apple pie, mostly that they were too sweet, and too mushy. The two things about apples i like the most is that they're crisp and tart, so i wanted to make sure those qualities survived the pie-ification process - so i reduced the amount of sugar i used, and mostly used brown sugar when i did use it, (organic, if anyone cares... i don't particularly.)The Apples i used were Empires, which were very crisp, and a tartness that falls somewhere between a granny smith and a macintosh, good eatin apples, but not bad for baking either.
For the crust i used vegi shortening, combined with a bit of butter... i'm a butter boy, there's nothing that butter and maple surup can't make better, unless it's diabetes or heart disease. Flour, a bit of salt, icewater, simple really... i decided on one bottom crust - and a special top.

I was raised on maple... there's nothing it can't be used in, and in this case i used it to make my top crust, a oatmeal maple pecan crust; about 1 1/2 cup of crushed pecans, 1/2 cup of maple surup, 1/4 brown sugar, 1 1/2 cups oatmeal 3 tbsp of butter (oh yeah...) all hand mixed and layered over the apple filling.

Bake at 375 for... i don't remember, maybe 1 1/2 hours. Yum... the apples still have a bit of crispness, and their tartness is still there, but with added woodiness of cinamon, nutmeg, and allspice... compliments the crispy sweet chewiness of the top crust and buttery flakeyness of the bottom...

Pie Blog eat your heart out ;D

The rest of the weekend was wonderfull as well, lots of sunlight and relaxation - my first sitting instruction at the shambhala center saturday morning, lunch and park bench sitting with JB and Mike, apple picking, trespassing, and The Cos, w/ Eva and Margot. what more could a boy want?

Rrrrrrrrrrrrobbbbinnn!!!!!!

Last night i subjected Eva and Margot to one of my favorite childhood films - Robin Hood: Prince of Theives - Kevin Costner's post oscar ego trip, and my first date movie, i think it was the summer before 5th grade, her name was Hillary Plant, and she was the captain of 6th grade cheerleaders... Needless to say, everything i did, i did it for her... for about 3 weeks.

I hadn't seen it in about 5 years, and i was excited because this was the director's cut, bringing back something like 10 minutes of footage, alot of it developing the characters of Alan Rickman (i say alan rickman and not The Sheriff of Nottingham, because that roll was all rickman...) and his mother (that's right...) the Wicked Crone... It's even more over the top campy, and hilarious.

I remember allusions to witchcraft, and devil warship from the theatrical version, like the scene were the Sheriff confronts Robin's father, in a devilish mask surrounded by his robed followers, or a scene when the wicked crone advises him to enlist the help of the barbarians that "share their same god" - it seemed in that version she was refering confusingly to money, or perhaps, jebus... But watching the film as the director intended we get treated to the real deal, Alan Rickman is a full on devil warshipper, complete with cauldron and upside down cross, and in one bit of heavy handed religious commentary (more on that later) we're treated to a scene where Rickman looks at the upside down cross, takes it, and turns it rightside up, noting how it doesn't really make a difference which way it's turned does it? clever...

There are scenes that upon rewatching i have to wonder to myself... i watched this when i was how old? Severed hands, Racism, religious disolusionment, Swears!, and a long drawn out scene of Alan Rickman trying to rape poor Maid Marian while a priest looks on in glazed disconcern... meanwhile the music and mood suggest a sort of rolicking adventure, oh and things are lit with florenscence... wtf?

Either way, this movie is Terrible... so Terrible, in fact that it rocks... (christian slater as will scarlet!? hell yes... i kept on waiting for him to run to his little tree house and start broadcasting radio free sherwood...) and as we start to pull away from the 20th century we can start to see the 90's in it's on distinct light, and this movie will stand out along side of grunge, and... say... Batman and Robin, as quinessentially 90's, for better or worse... I'd still recommend watching this oaf of a film, if only to get your mullet and jerkins Costner fix... you know you need it.

And to follow it up, here's a snippet from the Film Atheist's review:

While filled with religious imagery and 1990s-style spiritual political correctness, is there some bold atheistic (or theistic) statement you can pluck from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves? I'm sure many will find that Kevin Costner's performance is sufficient poof of the non-existence of God. After all, would a perfectly good God allow Costner's on-again, off-again, British-like accent to exist? Or permit his detached, somnolent line readings of inspirational speeches? Ah, but don't fall into that trap, for any theist can turn these points around on you, saying that Costner's complete inability to display basic human emotions is best explained as the work of the Devil, and if there is a Devil, there must be a God. I'm afraid that this is a neutral flick, with regard to significant theological matters. So why am I examining it? Because of its exorbitant religious rhetoric; I just couldn't' pass it up. |the rest|


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And finally as a much added bonus, for all those Alan Rickman fans out there, (you know who you are...) a little Alan Rickman montage from the film, set to Brian Adams rousing "Everything i do..." i dare you to watch the whole thing...

It doesn't get nerdier than this...

Which File Extension are You?

Lois Lane, you hussy...

Came across this website featuring a ton of old Superman and Lois Lane comic covers, aparently Lois had her own series for a time... can anyone tell me if this is still in print and if not, why the hell not...hmmmm... starting to notice.... a theme...

interesting....
this is better than Nip/Tuck

marrying a convict on death row, the night he's going to die... w/ superman, your most recent lover as a witness... well, to be fair, this was probably what, the 50's... people probably recieved capital punishment for having a poorly defined hair part.... or wearing brown shoes and a black belt...

(more)

Pretty kitty

"JC Penny's with Dead Palm and Succulent"

So this weekend was JC Penny's first weekend in her new home, and also her first weekend with her newly reinstated name, since SP and Toby decided about a year ago to rename her as Neyko, which is apparently Japanese for Cat, clever... not that it matters all that much with JC, since from what i can tell i could call her Hillary Rodham Clinton and she'd still just stare at me with indifference... did i say indifference, i meant love...

I kid, in fact - aside from a little nervous transport peeing (she's notoriously bad in vehicles... i found this out a few years back when she pee'd, pooped, and threw up on me during one 20 minute car ride.) she's settled in quite nicely, the first evening was alot of skulking around behind things, nervous tentative smelling, random freakouts and the occasional lonely mew... but after a while she relaxed, i put out food for her, in her favorite little kitty food bowl, gave her a little succulent plant by her water bowl - she started to pur again.

It also helped that the night before i brought my old baby blanket over to toby and SP's so that she could get a little accustomed to my smells again, i was really excited to see her sniff it once, and then immediately try to burrow her way into it - SP said she slept on it all night long, which is good, cause i cried myself to sleep that night, being the first night in 25 years without it...

Now it's a couple of days later and JC is the queen of the castle again - she's taken to a few key locations, she has her perches on top of the orange couches that look down onto Pearl street and all it's goings on (mostly alot of "ooooh fuck you ya fuckin fucker, bitch you ain't my fuckin' mutha, mutha fucka..." etc till all hours of the weekend night..), and a little kitty bed that i didn't think would work, but she actually loves it... She's back to her old self again, and i've been reminded just how great it was to have her around... I know everyone thinks their cat's are the best, or the cutest, and i know how disgustingly twee all that is to read... especially in a blog... ( is this Live Journal?) But you know what, i'm sorry, JC Penny's got all you bitchass kittens beat... She's the cutest!

(if you're prone to cuteness nausea, skip this next paragraph)

She's shy and sticks to herself, so i don't get annoyed with her rubbing on me constantly, but when she wants affection she comes right over and hops up on my lap, usually she does a little belly kneading, and then curls up for a while... when she's hungry she'll let me know, and then thanks me profusely, at night she wants under the covers for some puring and snuggling and when I come home from work she circles and then rolls over and shows me her big fluffy tummy, with her paws tucked up by her cheeks, and rolls around like that till i embarrass her with tummy kisses...cute little tummy kisses....

ahem.

(Ok. i'm done now.)

Anyway, so beyond all that the weekend was wonderful, and since i was expecting JC to be a super freak i made plans to stay in with her all weekend ... Eva came over Friday night to help with any kitty care, but by Saturday morning it was pretty apparent that she was fine, that we were all hungry, and that it was a beautiful Saturday morning.
Eva went out and hunted for breakfast while i stayed in and gathered up all the dirty dishes and cleaned the kitchen in preparation for a hearty autumn breaky - and boy was it hearty, we had to enlist Margot's help.

Breakfast consisted of

1 can fancy feast seafood banquet for JC

McKenzie maple smoked bacon
vt goat cheese scrambled organic eggs
whole grain homemade waffles
French pressed coffee (house blend, beans from uncommon grounds)
Orange Juice (Odwalla)
and fresh cut apples, bananas and raspberry's

all to the tune of Elton John (honkey chateau) and Ziggy Stardust. perfect.




After breakfast we digested with a couple episodes of six feet under (JB, Eva and Margot haven't seen it yet, so that means i get to relive it vicariously through them...) and then after a bit of prodding Eva convinced me that JC was fine, and that their was a drive to be taken. Alas their was, and it lasted us the afternoon into the evening as we drove out to Eva's old hometown of Johnson, and around through some back roads to the Stowe area. Of course, this is Vermont, and it's Fall, so it was beautiful, i'm not going to go into details, because if you live here, you already know how glorious it is, and how fucking annoying it is to hear from tourists and the like just how beautiful the place that you live in, is. I know, i live here, go back to Hartford.
I did think to myself as we were driving around, "fuck... this is really great." and a few times i was made to grin and stare like a fool and some sun struck vista or another... I'm a Vermonter, i was born here, in the sticks no less, but i'm so often surprised by it. I feel lucky for that... (then i remember how much i pay for rent...) I could have just as easily been born in some Suburb of some shitty satellite city of some major city in new jersey. Hell, i could have been born in Newark...
I also have to thank Eva, who somehow makes every thing we do together, that much better... she has this enthusiasm for experience that is bewildering. She can be so jaded sometimes, down right morbid (who isn't... i guess) and then in the next moment she's like a young girl full of excitment and novelty... getting to be with her while enjoying a lazy drive in the mountains, doesn't get much better.

Anyway, after a lot of sights, alot of good music (ipod on random w/ a little help from Eva's birthday mix (slow version)) rambling conversation, cigarettes, fresh breezed windows, sunglasses, warm sweaters, hot apple cider, hot apple cider donuts, maple tea, a bus load of Asians, and a few more cigarettes - we made it home, and called it a night... JC was curled up in her little cat bed.

The next day, was the perfect compliment to the previous, i woke up to a dark grey rainy window, and in the living room JB had been up for hours before me and was putting the finishing touches on another disk of 6 feet. I sat down and pulled a blanket over my legs, with in a minute JC was there, kneading away at my belly and purring...

And on a funny note, i happened to catch JC in this position:

after i had said "JC what are you doing!?" she stopped and looked at me as if considering "indeed what am i doing?" and continued to sit in this awkward position like she had forgotten that she was in it, for at least a minute or two...

Ok, i'm done now, i promise this will be the first and last epic post about my cat. (yeah right)

Eva has her side of the story here