I was planning on a nice quiet night at home until Steve dragged me kicking and screaming to the Lit so I could make some changes to the TwiFi site design before he goes down to Columbus next week to present on it. While I did this Andy showed some geek porn on the bar closed-circuit television. We watched a 1992 instructional video on a 15 ppm printer and a sales video for file servers. Nick and Ballroom Johnson were also there, so there was talk over hand-drawn electrical diagrams and Argentinian polka. I also got the basics put together for a site that my buddy Jeremy requested for his brother, who was recently diagnosed with sarcoma and has an even chance of making it another year.
Since it has been awhile here are some cool links:
• MetaFilter Music- music created by site users. Really great so far, and brand new. [My favorites thusfar].
• Upon First Meeting- RISD photography student’s gallery of portraits of people from Craigslist.
• Victor Borge Phonetic Punctuation, Victor Borge with muppets [flash vid]
• Kitten Cannon
• The Collier System for the Classification of Very Small Objects
• The Aural Times- Josh Millard composes songs about the news.
Getting to my apartment has been even hairier than usual lately. Both entrance streets are one way, but the one that is most accessible to me is on-again/off-again closed by a construction company that is building 5 $200k tax-abated townhouses on about 2000 ft2 of land. Each townhouse is, literally, ten feet wide. Would you pay that kind of money for a house ten feet wide? They are going to be three stories, with rooftop porches that have a delightful downwind view of the steel mill and of the rotting rooftops of the houses next door to them. The last time I saw the plans, they were also going to have one wall angling out over the street, and one side of the building covered in corrugation. That’ll look really pretty after a few years of sulfur dioxide in the rain. I really can’t see these things selling, but they probably will. I don’t know much about that.
I’m just bitching because my ride home takes an extra three minutes.
• Vise Grips.
• Drop an anvil on it.
• With your thighs.
• Throw it into a black hole.
• Raise its property taxes.
• Trash compactor.
• Using some fat guy’s man-breasts.
• Using some hot chick’s woman-breasts.
• Belly flopping on it.
• With Dynamic Tension™.
I got up early this morning and rode my bike from Tremont to the Memphis Drive-in for the flea market. I killed about an hour and a half browsing through all the booths, eating some soft-serve and shooting the breeze. I ended up buying Dr. Mario and Pro Wrestling for my NES for $5. Then I went from Brooklyn to Detroit-Shoreway and the 84 Charing Cross Bookstore. This is a book collector’s bookstore and they have some absolutely amazing stuff, including some editions of Edgar Rice Burroughs adventures with great cover art. They’ve got a huge selection of poetry, first editions of many books and lots of signed works as well. I ended up getting a fencing manual from the turn of the century [the 20th century]. They’re only open on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, or by appointment, but if you love books, you should make the effort to visit. They also have a beagle with really soft ears.
I rode on home and put some nice thick pork chops in a marinade and then went to do my laundry where I chatted with a cool girl and her Papillon. Then I grilled my pork chops on the charcoal grill I picked up last week and they were simply delicious. I think pork chops are probably always best grilled. Now I’m at Tremont Scoops, where I just polished off a pint of Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup ice cream. I’m sitting outside, using their WiFi and watching loaded suburbanites pack themselves into Lolly the Trolley for this weekend’s Tremont House Tour. I think I’m gonna go home and play some Dr. Mario now.
If I’m ever going to get out of this rut and in a situation where I can do something that means something I’m going to need a stronger skill set. I think I’ve figured out why no one wants to hire me. I obviously don’t have enough experience or strong enough skills for the type of positions I’ve been seeking. Even though Heinlein said “specialization is for insects” and I’ve been of that particular mindset since before I knew who Heinlein was, it looks like I have to bug out. My current position is not doing anything to enhance my employable skills, so I think I’m going to have to up anchor and go exploring. Just as soon as I save up a couple thousand more.
–for Nick Traenkner
There is alcohol in me tonight, alcohol
and yes I have breathed in smoke and
breathed it back out out to you surrounded
by words unctuous, bombastic, evangelical.
Dress me in horse hair, the hair what was once
a horse and a belt of leather from what was once
a cow so costumed words take on legitimacy
or invest me in silks as the new pope of continual
omnipotent excess. The dirt of life is death
death death! The dirt of life is the fruit of death.
The dirt of life is a scientific experiment where
you tread on wheels while I spume and wrack at
you, your bare feet hatched with the turning
tide. Proud in persistence. I will talk until