This weekend...
Friday: Enjoying the newly smoke-free bars, med students, the old man going toe-to-toe
Saturday: Red Elvises (above)
Sunday: BBQ, and the cherry wheat isn't that bad
It's gonna be a good summer. Although one of the med students did inform us fellas that we're 5 times more likely to get throat cancer from giving oral sex to women than from smoking. That's unfortunate.
Song of the Day: Spoon - I Turn My Camera On
Yeah, it's back. I'll be posting again more regularly, though maybe to the tune of 3-4 times a week, rather than every day.
Here are 10 things I've done since my last post, in no particular order:
1. Made (and ate) pie
2. Watched meth addicts awkwardly dance at a folk festival
3. Gone to court fully intending to fight a ticket, then pleaded "responsible" and paid it anyway
4. Saw a musical satire of Pirates ofthe Carribbean
5. Threw two hammers in a frisbee league game (and was the only person on the team to throw any at all)
6. Spent an afternoon trying to clean & fix my bike, mainly resulting in streams of curses and getting covered in grease
7. Listened to my beloved Red Sox almost every day while they turned the Yankees and others into their personal bitches
8. Brewed a cherry wheat beer, which actually seems to far exceed our expectations as solely a device for scamming on teenage girls
9. Insisted on splitting up instead of doing the long-distance thing with a girlfriend of 1-2 months as she moved away for the summer (technically, she [at least initially] wanted to avoid the long-distance connection thing too)
10. Been caught flagrantly breaking the law at a Bright Eyes show, but was too intoxicated to care, even while the man let me walk
Song of the Day: Neil Young - Revolution Blues
The 2nd part of beanfest was drinking. Above, you see me carrying singalong around. Apparently she doesn't usually drink.
This just preceeded singalong's interpretative dance of the life of a tree. I played the role of the sun. Meanwhile, she shouted at rhubarb snack: come on! you have the be the water! without the water, I can't germinate! Then we had pie.
Maybe you had to be there.
Song of the Day: White Stripes - Apple Blossom
Nasty nizzle remarked to me the other day that the toughtest time to blog is when you've got the most going on. When life is less interesting, you're far more likely to post. I'm like that about all of my creative outlets... I have to slow down from living to reflect and create. That's why I haven't worked on making my satchel-bag for a few months, that's why I haven't written much new material for about a month, and that's why my found book hasn't changed in a while.
But it's been exciting. Today (which, as the date above claims, is Saturday, and we all know that computers can't lie, so it has to be true), I went climbing outdoors for the first time. It kicked ass. I'm looking forward to many more trips.
And even better, the climbing was followed by a night of drunken debauchery, and more old men getting stoned that I have ever seen. There was pie, thigh whiskey, something that tasted like chartreuse, and beans. Maybe I'll post another picture of all that. Or maybe I won't. I'm a pretty unmotivated photobloggist right now, but I'm certainly not unmotivated at action-living.
Song of the Day: Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros - Johnny Appleseed
I gave my first "general" science talk today, to the Arizona Astronomy Board. These are rich people (lawyers, CEOs, etc) who like to give money to astronomy. And they were lucky enough to experience a super-special mustache talk. Above is the "And also, it's awesome to go to Chile" slide from my presentation.
I was pretty pleased with how it went... several people told me they think I'll make a good teacher, and a few even asked me questions afterwards. One (mustached) lawyer-guy in particular was so happy with my explanation of redshift and the expansions of the universe that he gave me a hug. Yep... that was mustache love, right there.
Song of the Day: Hot Hot Heat - Pickin' It Up
*Title is sung to the tune of Jungle Love by Morris Day & The Time
Electric 6. In my opinion, it was a better show than last year's. Maybe that's because I had a mustache. Also 7 beers. What I learned:
1. The bastard child of Liza Monelli & John Glenn learned to play the drums in the Meteor Crater.
2. To connect politically, it is best to pretend to be a 73-year-old man on his 3rd wife, while the audience pretends to be blackhawk helicopters.
Unfortunately, a poor girl never got to fully experience the schemer mustache ride. And I was all prepped as wingman: yo, this is my boy lightning... he hardly ever strikes twice, but maybe you'll get lucky.
There were many fake mustaches also present at the show. While I appreciate that this is better than nothing... it's really just not the same.
Song of the Day: Bad Religion - Stranger than Fiction
Thankfully, only a few of the kids avoided me while I belayed this morning at the kid's climb. Then I went hiking with E, up to Romero Pools for the first time.
Song of the Day: Arcade Fire - (Antichrist Television Blues)
