Zeke Survived A Call-In Show

Remember that one radio show that's, in my view, simply awesome? Zeke called in!

I've been listening for years and have never called, partially because the host is known for terminating calls with gusto. Imagine stepping into the arena with a wild giraffe on the loose. It could be good. Or not. You just don't know! It's like the Soup Nazi, just funny. You're supposed to get on the air, you make your point, and get out, which he did. The unspoken agreement is "entertainment and efficiency."

Not only did Zeke NOT get hung up on, but survived unscathed. And made a great point!



Quality call, Zeke from Eureka, California. Top shelf.

You Need A Bangin' Donk

Yes, there are much more interesting things to write about (double-birthday awesomeness, tacky sweater party), but I can't stop saying "Puh uh DONK ah it." Over and over.

Best description: terrifying/amusing. And utterly catchy. Like the Macarena.

Via Fact (and practically every UK music blog): "Ever wondered what would happen if you crossed hard house with happy hardcore with niche with woefully substandard grime-style MCing?"



De-Donk me, please, before this goes international/viral.

Tunnels

Note to people trying to end cell phone converstations: "I'm losing you, I'm going into a tunnel....hello?" doesn't work in Humboldt county.

We don't have a tunnel, do we? At least, none that I know of, and certainly none big enough to lose cell reception.

There's this one in Marin. There's apparently one on the 199.

Are those the closest real tunnels?

The pride is back!

Is this what it feels like to be proud of your country? This is awesome! Jess, who is CanadAmerican, said "This is what it's like when you're Canadian!"
Where do they sell American flags?

While I was out watching local politics, apparently there was quite the party at home. I took the recycling out: 4 champagne bottles, 2 wine bottles, a bottle mead, a bottle of Jamesons, and 18 beers.

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Over at Lost Coast Brewery, normally loud, was dead quiet during Obama's acceptance speech, punctuated by huge bursts of applause.

I'm just so glad that we'll have someone who doesn't openly mock thoughtful discourse. Someone who hasn't made a selling point of drawing lines in the sand.

And thank heavens we won't have a VP who's primary selling point is perky cultural victimhood.

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I took Sasha into the booth with me, and she filled out the bubbles.
Not usually one for parental sentimentality, I really felt proud to have her make history.

I'm just hoping she's too young right now to remember anything about the Bush years.


Besides the failure of Prop. 8, which totally baffles us (Marriage isn't for everyone? Really?) Sara and I are relieved that common sense dominated on Prop. 2. Not like it was hard call. The goodguy/badguy line was pretty clear. You can't subject a sentient creature to a living hell for the sake of "cheapness."

And seriously, I'm relieved for Republicans. GWB has done you wrong, and alienated everyone along the way. Vilifying intellectuals, along with his myopic, good-old-boy nationalism has only shamed the party. He didn't even walk the talk (small gov't). Now a clear path for a respectable, post-Rove GOP has been laid, and we can leave his man-child immaturity behind.

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Don't you actually fee like we can reprioritize education, global sensitivity, and respect for the planet?

My only regret about election night is that, since I was working, I feel I still have some group hugs to get out of my system.

Radio Radio

I can't really explain why I love The Best Show on WFMU so much, other than it's damn funny. It's been hell trying to explain the show, but I know people who would love it. It's, by far, my favorite show on public radio. So I started shoving some clips around and out pops this:





It's not for everyone, and pretty much nobody I know likes it the way I do. It sort of pours the medium itself into a new form. I should really stop now.

Trinity Alps '08

It was fun. And cold. That's the trip in two sentences. But the cold was a unique experience. It was literally Mt.-Everest-Base-Camp-cold.

We made it from Humboldt Bay to the Trail Gulch trailhead in 3 1/2 hours, and used the remaining twilight hiking up to the lake.

Headlamp hiking? Fun. Setting up camp in the dark? No problem. Setting up camp when it's freezing?

Things you need working fingertips for:

1. Zippers
2. Tent poles
3. Stakes
4. Lighters
5. Stoves

...and so on. It was snowing lightly while we set up.

Secondly, freezing water is a drag. I think that's why my water pump popped a crack. Plus, sleeping with all your unfreezables (contacts, Nalgene, saline, etc) sucks.

Shawn thought it might have been in the teens overnight, including wind chill. Oh yeah, it was windy, too. A tree blew down overnight.

I had a zero degree mummy zipped/cinched up with only a periscope hole to breath through. Charlie was on a mat, under a blanket, which was inadequate. Sorry, Charlie.

Shiver, almost sleep, shiver, cover Charlie, stay awake, cover Charlie, sorta sleep, check watch, think, doze, wake. That was the night.

Charlie popped my Thermarest that morning. I guess we're even.

So, the next day was beautiful. And cold.

We hiked up to Deadman's Peak (7200 ft) and spent the "warm" part of the day up there. This made up for the night, and then some. The view of Shasta was exceptional, the vodka was just right, and the dogs got to rest.

We discussed the difference between misery and suffering, and decided that we were only suffering that night.

On the hike down from Deadmans, discomfort (both general and specific) gave us the kick we needed to say "No seriously, let's not repeat that."

In the end, it was fun. And cold.

For Those About To Murder The Classics

Almost nobody knew the song(s) all the way through, but these are the awesomest.

No amount of post-production could bring Katsten's vocals up, but it was fun as hell to put "Eru" and "Rockhouse" together for one epic jam.

There actually could be more cowbell.

Let me know if you want the mp3s, you know, for evidence.

Boom Averted/Bangs Achieved

At least I got the text message. Say the nearby pilot light had found some natural gas, I probably wouldn't have.

But our old electric dryer died, and Craigslist found us a gas dryer. Sara set it up while I went to a show (that's right), but something was amiss.

Sara called Adam, who rolled over and found the leak in the hose. Now we have a bitchin' used gas dryer that is supposedly more efficient. And Sara and Sasha didn't blow up. Bonus! Thanks, Adam!

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Speaking of Sasha, I felt that her vision might be compromised by having hair in her face.

After much deliberation and consensus gathering, we finally decided "Hey, let's give her those bangs. If they look stupid, they'll grow out."

But those polled were right: it's fine, and now her hair isn't in her eyes. I want to take it to the next phase: Mullet. Come ON. She won't care.

Naptunes

I've been trying to record/mix/master stuff during Sasha's naps. The goal: finish a sketch before she wakes up.

Before her nap today:
Me: "I have this idea. Take the heaviness of Portishead and roll up some of the sadness of Old Time."
Sara:" Mhmm."

Since I am an incompetent banjo player, "Naptime 3" contains a sad sample from Adam Hurt's version of "Fall of Richmond."

"Naptime 2" is the result of too much Joe Strummer and Dr. Dre.

Outside Lands Fest, SF

Pictured, in whatever non-order Blogger arranges them: Mother Hips, Devendra Banhart, Lupe Fiasco, Nellie McKay, Natalie Portman, Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. More at the Flickr site.

This Is What It Will Be Like All The Time

We need a sitter for a just-scheduled, can't-miss show in Arcata.

Should you say yes, you will read Voltaire and US Weekly to this little angel on the couch. Then, she will fashion you an origami bouquet.

Under no circumstances will she cry, need food, or relieve herself. Not without your express permission, that is.

Everything Must Go

The coalition rounded up at $500 overall. A good time was had: zingers were flung, pizza destroyed, items given new life, and landfill spared. At least two-thirds of the stuff sold.

The good: Mr. T lunchtray, mini-foosball table

The bad: S'mores Presentation set (for use "indoors AND outdoors"), Dianetics

The ugly: that one dude who kept telling me how hot Sara was, plus ironic gradient-fill on one of our signs

The surprise: 10:45 AM is not too early for Gin and/or Tonic.

Semi-Backpacking

Last weekend, the call was made to change backpacking routes from the smokey, fire-encircled Trinities to the clear-ish coastal Redwood National Park.

I took the opportunity of a short, close-to-home hike to try my hand at ultralight packing. No tent, only the tarp/fly. No toiletry bag, just exactly the few items I'd need. No nothin' other than survival gear (except for the camera, it's case, and a therma-rest sling.) 24 lbs. is the lightest I've ever gone (I'm big, shut up), so that is getting filed under "success." It felt like cheating.

S, K, and N went in early, and I hiked in Saturday morn. I brought a surfboard up and checked the usual spots on the way up to the trailhead. No luck.

Getting my permit at the ranger station, the woman said "You're hiking in from where? You leaving your car there overnight? Bad idea, buddy. It's close to town, and break-ins are pretty common."
"How common?"
"Common. We tell everyone not to park there."

Well, that sucks to hear if you have an impossible-to-conceal surfboard in your car. So it goes. Hike in. Beautiful. Townes Van Zandt sings sad songs until the posted warnings tell me to stay alert because of that one cougar. Silent hiking is also great.

When I found the riverbar campsite, K said that Ian once had his truck robbed at that same parking lot. That sucks to hear, as well. Hmmm. Setting up my ultralight-mode tent proved challenging, in that riverbed rocks don't take tent stakes well. Success attained.

We hone our leisure skills. Swim in the creek, sit in the sun, throw rocks at various targets until our arms are weak. Jokes, laughter, lunch, chill, jokes. Evening approaches. Cook dinner on my bitchin' new ultralight stove (love it!).

After dinner, the love of my carbound surfboard surges forth. I tell S, K, and N. "This sounds crazy, but I think I'm going to hike out. "
S says, "Yes, that is pretty crazy."
"Yeah, but if anyone cruises that lot, my board is the first thing they'll see. And my insurance, well, who knows."

Satisfied with the day, I pack up and hike out. Next time, leave the board home.