September 2006

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For those small amount of you on the venn diagram who read me but don’t regularly read my Leahpeah, I point you to the latest update, with ultrasoundy goodness, on the gestational progress and situation.

Save a prayer for us all.

And what else? It’s been quite a few weeks. I’ve been sick quite a bit—first it was my gut – el vomito y more. This week it was la flema amarilla. Yucko. I hate being sick.

Finished up my contract in Ojai today. I liked Ojai. It sure did get hot there, but the place was real nice, and the people were real nice too. And hey, thirty years ago they filmed some car chases from Smokey and the Bandit there. I learned a great deal in dealing with my agency how I will do things differently next time that comes around, I mean, assuming it does. I also learned a bit about the markup attendant to my rate (77%, actually). Valuable intelligence, my friend. Knowledge is power.

Hrm, what else, my wife’s writing was featured on the Huffington Post the other day: “Feminist” Is An Eight-Letter Word: Talking with Gloria Steinem. How cool is that?

When I was sick this week I did a pile of laundry, which still awaits its folding. Sad, that. Though clean unfolded clothes are preferable to unclean unfolded clothes.

BBEdit and Interarchy and Mac OS X have all updated in the past few months, and I’m behind the curve on all of them. Too much Windows-emphasis from me right now! Sad! I’ll catch up before Christmas.

Speaking of goals, dude, I want a bike. Bike before Christmas is a goal as well.

Oh, and fixing San Diego Bloggers, which, merde! is utterly broken and has been for over a month. Sorry charlie. My old bad code was prone to SQL injection attacks and it died. I feel pretty bad about it, but with how busy I’ve been it’s fallen by the wayside. Sorry to the folks out there. Check bloggernetwork.org. Leah’s working on that one.

On the organized religion front, I’m not very impressed by my Pope’s recent comments. I mean, it’s simply uncouth to point out the butchery done in the name of someone else’s religion. Probably better to be contrite about the bloodshed your own religion has caused. It hurts me to my heart. I quite like this acknowledgement from the Catechism of the Catholic Church:

The Church’s relationship with the Muslims. “The plan of salvation also includes those who acknowledge the Creator, in the first place amongst whom are the Muslims; these profess to hold the faith of Abraham, and together with us they adore the one, merciful God, mankind’s judge on the last day.”

On Monday I start a new job, and I’m looking forward to it.

There are other irons in the fire for me too, but for now, that’s enough.

Have a nice weekend y’all.

Can’t talk right now, so here are some lyrics from Sifl and Olly:

I’ve got laser eyes
And I know what you’re thinking
It comes as no surprise
Christmas lights are blinking

And I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’ve got laser eyes
Hey!

And I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’ve got laser eyes
Hey!

I’ve got laser eyes
Hey!
And I know what you’re thinking
Hey!
It comes as no surprise
The Christmas lights are blinking

I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’ve got laser eyes
Hey!

I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’ve got laser eyes
Hey!

Well I’ve got laser eyes
And I know what you’re thinking
Christmas lights are true
Christmas lights are blinking

‘Cause I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’ve got laser eyes

I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’m so curious
And I’ve got laser eyes

I’ve got laser eyes
I’ve got laser eyes
Oh, suffragette!

I’ve been listening to this guy’s writings. I like him.

Also, news. Still very early on in the process, have a good thought, wish, prayer, smoke signal, what have you.

Onward.

All about my man Frank. I totally missed this tour. Ah well.

Dweezil on Frank:

There are so many things that are misunderstood or not recognized about my father’s music because they’ve been filtered by people who work for magazines like Rolling Stone. For example, Rolling Stone recently printed a poor artist-rendering of Frank holding a joint. Frank has always been well-known for being anti-drug yet they would rather continue to perpetuate a false image of him, even after death, so they can mutate and manipulate their readers’ perception of him. It’s irresponsible, it’s obnoxious and offensive. I think it’s time people know what Frank was really about, and they should discover it through his music.

And…
Frank’s bands could play the hardest stuff and make it seem like no big deal. With Franks inclusion of certain themes, political ideas, or even having the “Secret Word of the Day” in the show, there was always an opportunity for the unexpected, musically and otherwise. You didn’t know what you were going to see. And that has not been part of anything I have seen recently in popular music or even really at the time when Frank was doing it. Modern bands, or shall I refer to them as “Artists,” perform their music with the intent to sound as close to their perfectly computer manipulated records as possible without deviation. They might as well be miming. In fact many are. One of my favorite quotes of Frank’s and I’ll paraphrase is, “Progress is not possible without deviation from the norm.” I would like to see more bands expand on the arrangements of some of their music and allow for some musicianship elements to generate excitement rather than dance moves or lasers.

This is a shot of my father-in-law’s garden in Utah. It’s both wild and cultivated. We caught it out of season.
What is growing in your garden?

Sick last week.

No longer sick this one.

So much to do so little to say!

No, seriously, hi y’all.

A few things: Go see Idiocracy, it’s puerile and gross and dumb and smart as a tack. Definitely rated “R” though. You have been warned.
I still like Kinokuniya very much.

I’m looking forward to Griffith Park Observatory reopening in the fall.

The Moorpark Packers (featuring two of my stepsons as players, another as a coach, and my stepdaughter as an assistant) are back in business.

Leah is pretty funny and is rewriting.

The weather is nice, but still pretty hot in Ojai.

I had fun last week reading Political Interpretations of the Wizard of Oz.

And look, we were cute in Utah, though squinty from harsh overhead noontime sunlight:

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