Friday, July 29, 2005

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Sometimes its easy to forget that not everyone has a job that pays them to sit around on the internet all day and keep abreast of current events. And I guess not everyone goes home and watches CNN Headlines News all night or sits around drinking coffee and reading newspapers either (although if they did I think people wouldn’t be half as dumb as they are these days), and thus, the general youthful populace seems to have an, at best, tenuous grasp of the current state of world affairs. Even people who do sit around all day on the internet, tend to know more about what their internet friend who they’ve never even met than the recent Chinese military build-up or the impending shift of power in the United States Supreme Court. And though it’s not my business to tell someone else what they should or should not be doing in their free time, I for one find it exceptionally disappointing when you try to talk to some dude on the street about whatever news of the day and they look at you like you just said some shit in Latin. Luckily for me, I just so happen to be in a position to do something about this. By usually writing about drinking booze, doing stupid shit, emo bands and other meaningless garbage, I have successfully conned people into taking the time to read this space while they’re taking a dump or eating a slice or whatever. And most of these same people, who know the difference between whisky and whiskey or exactly when A New Found Glory became just New Found Glory, couldn’t tell you shit about the recent record rainfall in Bombay, India ( over 32 inches in one fucking day!) or how the cops in London shot a Brazilian electrician to death at point blank range because they thought he was a suicide bomber. So this week, I’ve decided to, very briefly, run down a few of the more compelling stories making headlines this week.

China: The Chinese military are currently preparing to eat your babies and drop nuclear bombs on American suburbs because that’s what they wish they had. Well I guess the first part is not exactly true, but the second part is. A leading member of the Chinese government recently declared that the Chinese military was more than ready to use nuclear weapons on American cities, which is kind of scary if you ask me. Less nefarious but equally interesting is a recent trend in Chinese housing projects to mimic the suburban tract housing all-to-familiar to Californians, right down to the tasteless Western-themed décor.

Supreme Court: With the recent resignation of Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor, President Bush now has the opportunity to appoint himself a judge to America’s highest court, which is incidentally a lifetime position. Though many thought that this would be yet another step in the Republican Party’s dream of becoming the Christian Taliban, Bush’s eventual pick, John Roberts seems like he might almost be almost fair. I guess when people are brimming with joy that a judge on America’s highest court might actually uphold the laws regardless of his personal spiritual beliefs its kind of a sad day. Even sadder for some (but happy for others!) is the fact that the poor health of Chief Justice William Rehnquist means that the President will probably get at least one more appointment to the high court before he is done. Make of this what you will.

The World is Pissed: Regardless of whether you believe in God, Jesus, Allah or whoever, you have to admit that whatever power controls our world is seriously pissed. Record heat in America, record rainfall in India, and an increasingly longer and worse hurricane season in the Atlantic are just the more recent evidence in the now accepted FACT that global warming, or more precisely, global climate change is taking place. There was a story on CNN the other day about Midwest farmers, who are suffering through one of the worst droughts in recent memory, a drought that is killing crops, cutting yields and threatening their prosperity. But I couldn’t help but laughing, albeit in a sad way, at all their boo-hooing and “my life is ruined” whining. These are the same people that, for as long as there has been an environmental movement, have sought to block it; who probably all drive Chevy Tahoe’s and Ford F-350s with giant tires that get 3 miles a gallon; who run diesel water pumps day and night with no emission regulations; who grow federally subsidized crops that we don’t need and get paid overly inflated prices for their crops at taxpayer expense but rail against “welfare” at every opportunity; who pour pesticides into the land and air without a second thought. But now that their soy beans aren’t growing and they might not be able to afford their new truck this year, man! Something must be done! It’s like the people back in Willows, who constantly complain about how the hunting has “gone to shit,” and that there’s not hardly a duck to be found anywhere as they harvest their 1000 acres of rice that just happens to be planted on what used to be one of the busiest migratory bird routes anywhere but now is just a cog in what’s left of the rapidly crumbling US agricultural economy. But hey, if farming gets too tough, they can always just build a couple thousand shitty tract homes on that land. Because if you can count on anything in this world today, its that people—American, Chinese, Hindu, whoever—are always gonna want some shitty house to park their fucking big stupid car and raise their fat stupid kids. Feel informed?

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

In Case You Were Wondering


















The new Death Cab For Cutie CD, Plans, is actually pretty good. Most of it sounds like that one song on the last record where they kept saying "So Come Onnnnnnnnnn" for like 5 minutes. But the new drummer is not as crunk as Mike Schorr was. Dude repped CHICO. WHAT!! Someone told me he got fired because he told those dudes he liked Steely Dan. That would suck.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

The True Story of Edward 40hands

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Once upon a time, a group of likeminded individuals decided to alter their bodies in a very crunk way. They bought 40s and duct tape and set about turning themselves into the mythical legend: Edward 40hands.

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They found their newfound powers refreshing.

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And they were of both the male and female variety.

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They were like a family of people, with 40s for hands.

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But they soon found that some things were hard with 40s for hands.

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So they decided to drain their 40s and return to their previous, mortal state. They encouraged each other to drink faster.

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And soon they had reverted back to their normal state, discarding the source of their supernatural powers, their 40s.

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And they were glad at being back to their formal human states. Men hugged like boys.

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Then they arm wrestled and found that hands are better without 40 s on them all the time.

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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Zach Rogue is the Nicest Boy Ever





So I had breakfast this morning with Zach Rogue, frontman for totally spectacular rock band Rogue Wave, at this place in Emeryville called Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe. Just as he was saying that the place was owned by some dude in Green Day, in walked Green Day bassist Mike Dirnt with some beautiful and refreshingly collegiate blonde. Even more refreshing was Mike's safety pin earring. PUNKS NOT DEAD

If you haven't ever been to Emeryville you should go. Its like the future, or like Meshman Brian Brophy says "the most fucked place in the Bay Area, like Tokyo
or something." You expect a soft female robot voice to say "Welcome to Cloud City." Its like they dropped an atomic bomb on the old shipyards and crummy houses that used to be there, and built all these cooly earthtoned post modern buildings everywhere. Even the City Hall is painted Burnt Umber and Dark Mustard. And there's parking everywhere. And no poor people, or dirtiness to speak of. Plus they have an Ikea and an Apple Store, which are the most frighfully modern retail stores in the history of humanity.


Rogue Wave have an album coming out in the fall, which will be amazing. In the meantime, Zach Rogue plans on spending his time following the Oakland Athletics baseball organization religiously, looking super fashionable and enjoying his favorite hot sauce, Tapatio.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Weekend Update

So this weekend was definitely on some serious shit. I got to kick it with 2 of my favorite bands, play two spectacular shows and not even get really that drunk, except for maybe last night.
Friday night was the NumberOneGun CD release party. As always they were awesome, and you should buy their new CD, which hits record stores tomorrow, if you like shit like Acceptance, Anberlin, Hot Rod Circuit, etc.
Saturday, one of the better of the bands I'm in, West by Swan, got the honor of sharing the stage with Kinski, who are definitely one of my favorite bands, and who also just put out a brand new CD which kicks the dicks off motherfuckers (despite what the shitass cockass SF Bay Guardian says. Check that shit out, and definitely go see Kinski when they come to your fucking town. They will be on tour for the next few months so ACHTUNG fuckers.
Sunday night I had just planned on sitting around, stuffing my fat ass and reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance again to see if I actually understood it this time. But somehow I ended up at Normal St with a bass in my hands, making up blues songs with my good friends the Reverend Shelby Cobra and Nick Harris of Red With Envy the toughest looking fucker you will probably ever see. You haven't seen shit until you've seen a 7 foot tall black man, a tattooed up Willie Nelson lookalike and some dude who looks like Van Gogh (see my phantom image in the below picture) play "Friends in Low Places" to a bar full of Sunday night drunks for free booze and tip donations. That, my friends, is Chico life.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

The Art of Dumping


So the thing that sucks about Chico is that its fucking 107 degrees outside as I write this. Thankfully, I get to sit my fat ass at a desk all day with a giant duct pointing directly at my dome blowing artificially cooled air all up in my shit. Plus I can tell bitches to step off if they try to put the thermostat anywhere higher than the mid-70s.
Unfortunately, or I guess fortunately depending on who you are, they put they shitters out in the entryway, beyond the reach of the air-conditioner. Crossing through the seemingly air tight double doors seperating our office space from the entryway is a profound experience, especially when one is making the journey, as I usually am, in search of a place to leave a dump. The immediate 30 degree temperature increase only serves to further expedite a process that a two cups of coffee have already rendered fairly fluid; by the time the lock on the bathroom door is enabled, the point of no return has already been breeched. But the experience of taking a dump in a room that has been consistently warmed by the sun all day, with little or no ventilation save for a small window letting in only slightly less molten outside air, certainly has a dignity all its own. At first it seems uncomfortable, to sweat profusely out your pores, with simultaneously pouring out the contents of your bowels. But after awhile, you find the experience almost cleansing. Like a facial or whatever.
But I just can't figure out how a man who shits 8 times a day (mostly under the abovementioned circumstances) can still be such a fat piece of shit? It boggles the mind.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Leave it to The Professionals



So yeah after trying for the last 8 days to fucking post the real goddamn flyer for the Kinski show, I finally got that shit accomplished. Thanks to Matt and Aye Jay for the flyer, which is not only better than mine, but probably the best flyer of all time. FUCK YES.

In other news, I finally got into the '90s and bought a fucking laptop. I was still on the fence between Mac and PC up until a couple days ago, when I couldn't find the headphones for my iPod. After looking fucking everywhere, I finally found them in the bottom of the dryer, after going through a full wash/dry cycle. And they still worked like a fucking dream come true. Plus Macs have that sleek, technolical sexiness about them. Makes me wish that all that virtual sex shit they used to talk about would come true, like at least they should have handjob androids by now or whatever. Maybe that's the future of Macintosh. The iWhore. iBox. iCock. Whatever. Anyways here's how fucking sexy that shit is