While Looking for Dr. Dog Videos

on youtube, I came across this, and I'm thankful. So thankful.

It's a Little Precious, But...

As it turns out, I like Devendra Banhart. I resisted his music for no good reason. HMS Pinafore-Ham-Vonlice bought that Oh Me Oh My long ago, and I just never listened to it.

Sure... the lyrics and worbly voicings are a bit cringeworthy, but isn't it high time that I stop getting so worked up and embarrassed by music? I'm fucking 30 for christ's ever-used sake. I think he'll probably mature into a really great songwriter, instead of a guy who's kind of scary and might jump out of the bushes at you--that's how I used to perceive him--kind of acid-soaked and persistently asking for change. There's a lot of that going on in my beloved ex-city home, San Francisco. Note to SF: I really, really miss you, but it's better this way--we're doing better apart.

Anyway, I like what he's doing on the more straight-forward Cripple Crow. He's taking pages from the American music encyclopedia, so we get some Beatles-esque pop and some do-wop ditties too. And the folk is the root.

Relatedly, I once met some of those Vetiver guys. They're very nice. These sentences, this idea, were/is only, just related, though.

I also like David Sylvian.

Cute Overlords

Damn them!

I Missed it I Know

Missed what? Good quality? Good taste?

No. Just this week's edition of Where Did It Come From. Settle down. It's here. Yesterday I couldn't find one.

I give ye, the Open Toed Boot.





Origin: Unknown.


And, as it turns out, all this damn blackberry is from the darkest reaches of hell, well, that's one variety. The other variety is from Him-aliya. Thanks to Madeline Albright (I wish you were still secretary of state) for pointing that out.

Title It: "More Fun Than MySpace"

A step beyond just googling yourself, is to make collages of who you think you might resemble, and also sneak a picture of yourself in there too! Just to throw 'em off the scent!

They don't call it my blog for nothing!

Butt seriously, whom, or shall I say who, do you resemble?

Here's a little pictorial to get you started.

Right...

My Parents Had a Good Time in Seattle

That is until they were brutally kidnapped, against their will...


Here's the kidnapper:


And forced to cross a floating bridge to Snoqualmie Falls.



Yes!

No!

No tribulation is worse than this!



Butt seriously, doesn't it look like they're in a third world since they're so crammed into the little backseat of my car? I made them act scared, they obliged. They're good people.



Later, they insisted on having crab for dinner.

Demanding!

I didn't say no even though I don't have appropriate tools to de-shell crabs; we used needle-nosed pliers. Worked well!




Also, my refrigerator has never been so full. It was all loaded with things that we never buy like Diet Pepsi or Smirnoff Ice, which inexplicably, was pretty good. Tasted like vodka and Fresca.




In other news, the dogs are getting along much better now.



And, someone is ready for their close up! This is a tough little lime tree that my good pal Binulatti gave me. See how it is growing? It is a happy little man.

One More Thing

Black Mountain? Yep. I like it. It is like the Royal Trux lives.

A good thing.

A very good thing.

Thanks!

If I Ever Make a Country Album

I'd like this to be one of the on-tour pictures.



Love,
C'est

P.S.
Don't be fooled. This
is a rapscallion.

It Shouldn't Matter, But It Doesn't

Where Did It Come From

Where Did It Come From? Last week I decided that I'd post on Tuesdays about Where Did It Come From. That's where it came from f0lks.

Feel ripped off?

OK. Here's the real Where Did It Come From post:

All this damned Blackberry!

Europe? South America? SPACE?

Anyone? Anyone?

Open ended, dramatic, searing... SEARCHING!

Where? Did? It? Come? From?

What Headphones Are For

1. Guarding yourself from hearing yourself crunch really loud Cheetos (not spicy).
2. Protecting yourself from hearing OTHER PEOPLE crunch Doritos really loudly.

NO OTHER USES!

You Would Not Think So

The combination of raisins and peas is pretty good.

Do You Have Trouble Sleeping?

With a great deal of drowsiness, I will admit that I had a hard time sleeping last night. I wandered through some dream about a perilous ghost of Louis XIV who was haunting the parlor that's right off the broad mahogany banister leading up to our great room.

My reality house resembles this only very remotely--like how ants resemble dogs: legs, heads... hearts--and I remember thinking that in the dream, that is the bit about the house, not the canine-insect connection.

It's been very humid here in Seattle, and likewise an insect's playground. Not for long though. Soon the July 4th-promised dryness will overtake them. But until then, they abound unthwarted--I'm afraid of chemical pesticide. This is the most dastardly of them all (besides wolf spiders).



They call 'em silverfish, though there's hardly anything silver about them. I can see the fish part. They are malicious invaders, call them what you will, I'll stick to that. I do not like them.

First Edition of Where Did it Come From?

Tuesday afternoons are now devoted to posts that ask the age-old question, Where Did it Come From wherein, I ask and you tell. Inagaural post on topic: (IPOT)


The word Cattywhompus (kattywhompus), phonetically spelled for violence.

Meaning:
I used the context clues when I heard it to figure that this means "totally jacked."

Can you use it in a sentence?

The table I made for you was going to be nice until the wood split and it turned all cattywhompus on me.

Favorite Frase F'said by Father

The topic?
Grocery stores.
The man?
My father--he's on vacation with my mother here in Wallingford.

The utterance when he couldn't recall the name of that grocery store that sells the really dark chocolate at a good price?

Dad: "You know the one, it's near Staples and the Men's Wearhouse... "
Me: "Safeway?
Dad: "No, that's not it."
Me: "Giant?"
Dad: "No--near our house and Old Navy."
Me: "Fresh Fields?"
Dad: "No... [with rising frustration, but still a good sense of humor] the Boys."
Me: "The boys... Dean and Deluca?"
Dad: "NO!"
Me: "Whole Foods Market???"
Dad: "NO!"
Me: "Trader Joe's?"
Dad: "YESSS!"

There you have it people. Trader Joe's. Organized in my father's brain as "The Boys."

That's what I'm calling it from now on, anyway.

I Don't Know About You, But...

I'm sad that the News Hour's theme song has changed. And the background. Jeez. At least Gwen Ifil's still there. Hang on Gwen! And the Real Ray Suarez. I'm glad about that!

Anyway, I love Jim Lehrer.

Hi, Jim!




Hey, Gwen!

A Fridge with a View