and I'm leaning on this broken fence between past and present tense...

However did "Left and Leaving" by the Weakerthans end up on the credits of The Wedding Crashers?


Pere Ubu Knows, Child

If you ever have a girl or boy and she or he tells you that you can "live in the empty spaces of this life", hold on tight and never let go. Also if they look like they are channeling the heroin-using spirit of Lou Reed when they wear a leather jacket, they're the one.
I'm sorry but all of my blogging from here on out will be directly influenced by whatever my iPod is playing for me. Probably the best non-breathing companion in the whole world would be a Sony Aibo with an iPod taped to it. Until they make either one of them with gills (scientists estimate that this will be happening by November of next year).
I am going to the lake this weekend to show Simon and his wife how to work everything so they can use the cottage for the rest of the weekend. I haven't been down since the weekend Dad died. I know we've grown close, blog, but I doubt I will share any feelings with you about it in any depth. It seems that I'm pretty closely guarded when it comes to my emotions, always but especially lately (unless I see that episode of Fresh Prince where Ben Vereen plays Will's dad Lou, you know, at the end where Lou is leaving and asks Uncle Phil to tell Will that he can't come on the road with him after Will is all excited about it, and Will acts like he doesn't care to Lou until Lou leaves, and then Will starts yelling about how he never needed him and how he taught himself to play basketball and got himself in to college and how he'll have kids and be a better father than Lou ever could, and then he turns to Uncle Phil and breaks down and says "Why don't he want me, man?" and they hug while Will cries - that scene [check no. 97 - Papa's Got a Brand New Excuse"] and Six Degrees of Separation almost redeem Will Smith, if you have a time machine). If you were an Aibo with an iPod, or maybe a QRIO with a ghettoblaster, then I might share. Sorry.


But you can't zoom in on Israel...

I found the best thing today. It's not really news; many other people knew about it before, but that doesn't matter because it is so much fun! It's the maps.google.com site! It's crazy! Satellite images of everything. Well everything except for Israel. But I found my cottage, I found my house, I found the U of W, Mount Rushmore...

I also picked up the new Wired magazine because William Gibson is inside in one form or another. I haven't gotten there yet, but I did learn that Adidas now has shoes with a motor inside. A. Motor. Inside. The. Shoe.

Is this the coming of Blade Runner, Neuromancer, or Get Smart?


What's up with...hangovers?

Rum + beers + beers + comic-inspired art + beers = getting sick. Sick but not krunk.

Oh, this hangover!
How I want some salty food!
(and also to puke)


MixTape Masters 9000

I have another idea I'm likely too lazy to implement. It's a collaborative mixtape.
See, how it would work would be someone would get a blank 90 minute audio tape and they would tape a song on to the beginning of Side A. Then they'd package the tape up, maybe with a story about that song, an explanation of why they chose it, a picture, whatever, and then they send it to someone else in the mail. That person listens to the song and then chooses another song to follow, tapes it, packs it up with whatever, and mails it on, and so on...
People might try to build on the momentum of the preceeding songs or to just chop that up. They might think really long and hard about which song to pick or they might not. Whatever, doesn't matter, I am and I'm not really concerned with that. The tape could be amazing or it could end up sucking, but it's being part of the process that would be the most fun. I mean, who doesn't like to get mail?

p.s. Wouldn't it be great if people made more music videos for anything, like guerrilla music videos for songs they really like, not to sell the albums but just to have fun? And then also they didn't get sued? I guess people probably DO do this all the time, but I wish there was a forum that I knew about where I could watch these things.


Randolph Wayne Dorey

I haven't posted since before my dad passed away. I haven't really had anything to post about.
It's funny in that horribly unfunny way how all the interest, the flavour is just sucked out of life after. Regaining balance is a bitch. It happens in little starts and stops, little spurts, jags of mending, fixing, repairing, cleaning, archiving...
I miss him a lot. His constancy, his sense of humour, his reliability, his presence, his morality, all those ways he showed his love.
So writing this is another one of those hurdles to get over afterwards, one more of those "I haven't done this since before..." instances. But I do it because I think he would want me to, and I do it knowing that it's not a way to put him further behind where I am now but instead a way to remember him more, to bring him with me as I keep going.
I love you, Dad.