I gave myself a haircut last night. BEFORE I went out drinking.  Most people probably decide to cut their own hair after .  Its a bit uneven, but in a way only a true hack could accomplish. This ain't designer choppage, it’s the real deal.

Then, after the hair cut, I saw Vendetta on IMAX.  I saw the parts with Portman in them at least. It's  hard to view the whole screen at once so I watched the section of the screen that she was in.

Later, over some tri-tip at Buckhorn I checked my journal to confirm what I had initially suspected: Vendetta is the hundredth film in a row in which the only Catholic in the movie is a pederast.   Kim made the strangely non-compelling argument that even in the time of Alexander Dumas, the Bishop is an asshole. I had to think on it for a second before I realized she was even arguing with me.  Well, perhaps at some point the Evil Priest used to be a shocking bit of unexpected narrative, but the only thing that will surprise me is  if the Priest manages to escape  a movie without trying to diddle someone.

Someone should count how many action/thrillers have come out since 9/11 where the villains weren’t Muslims.  That streak is going to end with United 93. Hopefully. You never know with Hollywood, right?  The hijackers  could all turn out to be NeoNazis. The ex-army guy on the plane is going to be a homophobic homosexual  who sides with the Nazi terrorists.  Shocking.

Oh well, I hate writing about stuff like this since it’s the domain of pissed of conservative bloggers, not easygoing navel gazers like myself.  The Catholic thing does get to  me though. Someone pointed it out to me before that movie Chocolat many years ago and It has bothered me since. It doesn't make me angry, it just distracts me.  From now on, whenever the stock old Catholic Priest is shown to be a villian in a movie I am going to gasp outloud and feign shock:   "oh my! But he's a PRIEST!?"

Vendetta was a very good movie, just a bit cliche,despite all their efforts to turn everything on its head.    Lazer Lass Rocks though.

Of course, now that I am leaving I am having a great time.   I would chalk this up to Murphy’s law of business travel but this has happened enough that I should at least consider it to be behavioral.   The most likely explanation is that  leaving a place changes my behavior enough that I get out of whatever unseen rut I was in.  This would explain why the first and last months in a city are always the best.      This last month is a bit tense since I am leaving some good friends.

And there is this other matter too:  All this new activity has forced me to manage my time, which is something I rarely have to do.

Normally, the only decision I make after work is what workout to do, and where to eat.  If mundane conversations with restaurant-bartenders weren’t the most interesting  part of my day-to-day life, I promise you I wouldn’t write about them so much.  But that’s not the apology I have set out to make.    No,  I guess what I am trying to say is that now that I have had to plan each remaining day carefully, and in doing so I have be clumsily uncommittal.  I have no doubt that there is a gracious and polite way to say that I am too busy to hang out with someone, but I can never seem to come up with it on the fly.    Half the time they aren’t even asking to hang out with me, we are just reaching the point of the conversation where I would normally ask to hang out with THEM, and since I can’t I start to stammer about having something better to do.

I own couth, I have just misplaced it.

According to the Smashing Pumpkins website, and Pitchfork Media, the Pumpkins are back together.

The Pitchfork newsflash guy mentioned how good the video to "Tonight Tonight" is. I remember being blow away by it the first and only time I saw it.  Check it out.

I run the risk of being "that guy" when I start using quotes from a recent movie in everyday conversation, but that ship has sailed, and I have a point to make:   You should only implement the Kansas City Shuffle in Odd Doses, otherwise you end up right back where everyone expected you to be.     This week I had piled them on so thick  I lost count and ended up doing something everyone would have expected.  Ironically, for the first time.     I’m not going to tell you what it is, but I bet Dave can guess, since he guessed what my first shuffle was.

In other, less cryptic, news, Tonight I went salsa dancing at Jelly’s.   Imagine Loca Luna meets the Jamaican Sunday Pier Parties in St. Augustine and you’ll have it.   Great place. The Asian Cabbie calls it ‘Jerry’s’, which caused some confusion.

I didn’t salsa, of course. I’m still a bit traumatized from the time my friend in college through me out onto the dance floor with the Venezuelan dancing queen who I had a crush on. We went on a date eventually, but I never could get my confidence back with her.  She would serve me hamburger in the dining hall and all  I could think was how I froze up on the dance floor.     Some  yahoo is probable going to suggest  that freezing up was a better move than actually letting her see me dance, so let me just make the joke for them. Consider it made.

I did 'Murph' in a respectable 43 minutes (run 1 mile, 100 pull-ups, 200 pushups, 300 squats, 1 mile).   Then I came in dead last is some foul workout at CrossfitSF, on Adrian’s first day coaching there.   Adam beat me again. I swore I wouldn’t let it happen, and it still happened.  He turned into a scrapper.

UPDATE:  I tried to fit some typos, but the post is beyond repair.

AaRrgggh!  Ninjas vs. the Sons of Ralph at UGA.

Thanks for the head's up Alex.

Gloomy today. And there’s a word that needs rethinking; since the “-y” makes something seem silly and trivial nowadays, it detracts from the power of the thing it’s describing. Gloomorous, then.  

--from today's bleat

 

I am at Nook, working, with a three legged dog in my lap.   Don't worry, it isn't mine.

Supper Club last night. That place was fabulous.   I'm using the strict sense of the word of course. There were too many barechested men in face paint for me to whole-heartedly endorse the place.   The 'supper' performers, they were.   We'll, I don't really know what they were called.  Everyone was trying to get in to the next room, which was big and white, and riddled with beds. I myself liked the foyer bar area, which was padded from floor to ceiling in think red padding. (Ugh, this is a bad vocab day).    This is definately the place to get in a fight, or go crazy.

Speaking of vocab, and bare chests, and fights: I really like the expression, "He has no chest", in reference to people who lask the will or strength to stand up for their convictions.  

Hmmmm.. I had a plato quote about god giving man two gifts: Music and Gymnastics, but I don't have it on me, and I don't want to paraphrase....

I'm tempted to ask what Plato thought about Food, since i am sure someone could tell me.     I have never read a lick of Plato, but I had friend who had, in highschool.  I mean to say, they were my friends *in highschool* not that that's when they read Plato, although I'm sure that's the case too. So the distinction is not necessary.  But I felt like writing it anyway.

In a nasty break-up letter a woman once told me that my website was all giberish.  What the heck was she talking about?

UPDATE: Don't answer that.

Sunday May 7th I am moving back to Atlanta. I just bought the one-way ticket.    I'll be back though, thats for sure.

In other news, Adrian is taking over the CrossfitSF classes for the next two weeks. Y'all should come on out.

My ears have never rang so loud as they did last night as I was trying to go to sleep.  The are still clamoring away.  

I once read a review of the Cowboy Junkies that said something to the effect of how amazing it was that so many people could make so little noise so beautifully.  Its ironic then, that the Junkies cover of Post got me into Dinosaur Jr, since these three guys make so much noise so beautifully.  Ear Bleeding Country indeed.  I'm probably going again tonight.

I was scared that an amp would malfunction  we would all go deaf. Tonight I'll probably have to wear earplugs, though I don't wanna.

The Highlight was Forget the Swan. WOW.

I mean wow.

Ok, yeah, so Jason and I rna into Mascis before the show.  And then, later, he was hanging out by the bar before he went on.   Very casual.

Best. Concert. Ever.

Jason provided this link to Dinosaur Jr. on the late show, to "amp" me up for tonight.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=71845ZdJwy8&search=dinosaur%20jr%20the%20lung

That song is rad.  I Haven't used that word since the 80's but there is no better word to describe Mascis's guitar playing.

this is going to rock.  I need to call up David Whiteblood and brag.

brb