February 2003 Entries

February 28, 2003

The Friday Five: The Reading Edition

1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper,
novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)?

I like reading collections of essays (David Sedaris, Sarah Vowell, Marion Winik) however I read
an inane amount of magazines more than anything else. I subscribe to 8 different
magazines. (At least I think it's 8. It could be more.) On top of those, I always stop at the magazine rack at the
grocery store, Borders, where ever. I wonder if there is a support
group for this particular addiction.

2. What is your favorite novel?


The Accidental Tourist
by Anne Tyler. It's the story of Macon Leary, a
slightly obsessive compulsive travel writer who is separated from his wife
following the death of their son and Muriel Pritchett the dog trainer who helps
him heal and love again.

3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!)

I'm not sure if I have a favorite. Lately I have been captivated by Ani
DiFranco's poem tamburitza
lingua
. I've been listening
to it
over and over.


4. What is one thing you've always wanted to read, or wish you had more time
to read?

For many months I would start reading Chapter One of Toni Morrison's Paradise
but I never got past page sixteen.


5. What are you currently reading?

Screening Party by Dennis Hensley. It is horribly edited (there are so
many typos!) but it is very very funny. I have honestly never laughed out
loud as much reading a book. Once or twice I even did one of those awful snort
laughs.

 

February 27, 2003

War — What Is It Good For?

"Where the hell are the artists, where are your voices, why is no one
speaking up, we're about to go to war and our names are on every one of those
bombs!!"
- Patti Smith speaking at the Future of Music Conference
in Washington D.C.

"Every morning I get up and I watch the war...and every morning it
upstages everything I know."
- Jonatha Brooke from her song War.

 

February 20, 2003

Listless

My mind has really been wandering lately. I don't really want to
concentrate on much and certainly don't want to concentrate on anything for very
long. I find myself daydreaming a lot. Just roaming around in my
thoughts.

I've also been pretty listless. Not really interested in starting anything.
Not really interested in finishing anything I've started.

I think the French refer to this as ennui.

 

February 13, 2003

Wanted

Have you ever done a search of your name on Yahoo or Google, just to see what
comes up? I have a fairly common name so when ever I do, a whole bunch of
crap comes up, mostly design firms and basketball players. Yesterday I saw
a page that said an outstanding warrant was issued to someone with my
name. The thing that caught my attention was it was in the town I grew up.

My hometown is a teeny tiny spot on the map with a population of about
10,000. It's not so small that everyone knows everyone, but pretty
close. So to see a warrant in my name issued in my hometown
sort of sent up a flag.

The warrant was for failure to pay state taxes. It was issued in
2001. I've lived in Arizona since 1997, but I was searching my mind for
what if anything this could be about. When my father died, I didn't
inherit anything, but I had to sign paperwork for the estate. Maybe this
could be about that.

I was in a slight panic because I found this tidbit after business hours.
So, I called Mommie Dearest, hoping should could look into this for me. I
call and get a busy signal. I wait 15 minutes and try again.
Busy. I wait another ten minutes. Still busy.

Now it's not uncommon for my grandmother to make marathon phone calls. She
loves talking to her children and friends and keeps them on the forever.
(The cordless phone confuses her enough so Call Waiting is out of the
question.) The weird thing about my grandmother is she never wants to talk
to me for very long. She'll say "hi", ask a couple questions
and then quickly pass the phone to my mother whether I am finished talking to
her or not.

While stuck in traffic on the way home, I am calling my mother every five
minutes. It's busy every single time. Now, instead of being on edge
about this possible warrant business, I'm also worried that something has
happened to my mother and grandmother.

Okay, that's a lie. I'm really not that worried. I'm pissed.
I'm pissed because I know the phone is off the hook and my mother with her unparalleled
keen observation, doesn't notice. A few years ago I called my mother and
the phone just rang and rang and rang. Unusual because someone is always
home. I tried to call for three more days with no answer. I start to
wonder if they went to visit relatives and didn't mention they would be out of
town. So I track down a relative and ask if they are there. They
aren't. I explain the unanswered phone calls.

"That's weird. I talked to Grandma this morning." So know
I am thinking they have Caller ID and don't want to talk to me. The
relative knew the number of their neighbor and called to ask him to check on
them. They were there. Turns out Mommie Dearest turned of the ringer
one day and forgot to turn it back on. After the neighbor left, she called
me.

"Mom. You didn't notice your phone didn't ring for five whole days?
Doesn't that seem kind of odd?"

"No. It just seemed quiet."

So you can understand me not being worried and just being pissed, right?

So on my way to work this morning, I call again. To my surprise, the phone
rings and the answering machine (an addition since the phone ringer
incident) picks up. I leave a message saying to call me as soon as
possible on my cell. 10 minutes later the phone rings.

I resist berating my mother immediately about the busy signal and explain the
warrant and ask her to call the Municipal Court when they open and look into it
and call me back.

"Well, can't I just send you an email at work?"

I take a deep breath. "Mother. I would prefer no emails about
an arrest warrant going to my work email."

"Oh. I guess that would be bad," she said, but obviously didn't
understand why because 30 minutes after I got to work I received an email
carefully omitting any words related to arrest, warrant or other legal
infractions. She says she called and the date of birth on the warrant
doesn't match mine, so it's not me. Mystery solved. Crisis averted.

As for the busy signal, apparently Grandma didn't put the cordless back on the
cradle right so it wasn't hung up. Once the battery ran down completely,
the line was freed.

 

February 10, 2003

Cheese

One of my favorite things about Blurbomat is the Whore section. Jon basically calls it like he sees it. If you are prostituting yourself to the public, whether you be a celebrity, politician or even a car wash, you are a whore. Plain and simple.

If I were to incorporate a similar section for cheap blue guitar, mine would be called Cheese. The current cheap blue guitar Cheese would be Jim Brickman.

The roommate was given tickets to see Mr. Brickman performing with the Phoenix Symphony as part of their Pops series. Neither one of us knew anything about him other than he played piano. When we got to our seats, we started reading the program and learned more about this performer. An uneasy feeling washed over me as I read his discography: Valentine, My Romance, Ballads, By Heart, Visions of Love.

Ugh. I knew I should have had a few beers at dinner.

Jim Brickman is apparently America's newest romantic song writing sensation. I know this only because he mentioned it about 10 times during his show in an effort to be self deprecating. What he neglected to mention is that his songwriting career is also built around I would guess 4 chords, usually in the same progression. The only song I could distinguish as being different from his repertoire was the one in the minor key.

His lyrics to quote one of his song titles and a book he authored by the same name (WTF?), are simple things. Love, tenderness and affection all conveyed with frothy heartfelt sentiments with two or less syllables.

When relaying my experience to a friend I stated, "I could write a Jim Brickman song."

She retorted, "Well, why don't you?"

Simple. I have a soul and a conscience. If I wanted to write music like that, I would be working in advertising and writing jingles (which is, no surprise, how Mr. Brickman got his start.)

 

February 07, 2003

The Friday Five

1. What did you have for breakfast this morning? If you didn't have
breakfast, why not?

Two pieces of wheat toast and a glass of cranberry juice.

2. What's your favorite cereal?

I don't think I have a favorite. I usually buy whatever I'm in the
mood for at that particular time or whatever is on sale and looks
appealing. I do like Honey Nut Cherrios, Quaker Oat's Honey Graham Oh's,
and Post Banana Nut Crunch.

3. How often do you eat out? Do you want that to change?

Usually 2-3 times a week (not including daily meals at our cafeteria).
Some times more, some times less. Depends on the current cash flow.

4. What do you plan on having for dinner tonight? Got a recipe for that?

I don't really have a plan, but I will probably eat leftovers. I don't
really cook much, but I am a bad ass with the microwave.

5. What's your favorite restaurant? Why?

For lunch, a co-worker and I often go to Pizzeria
Uno
at the Arizona Center.
She and I are both iced tea snobs. We like clean, brisk, no frills
or fruity amped iced tea. This Pizzeria Uno has the best iced tea by
far. We like the food but we mainly go for the iced tea.

Other than that, I don't that I have just one favorite per se. Depends on
what kind of food I'm in the mood for. For Mexican food, there is Los
Olivos
. For New York style pizza, there is Buono's. For inexpensive
Japanese, there is the Teriyaki Kitchen.

I am still morning the loss of one of my favorite restaurants, Cafe
Express
. Michelle and I were going one Friday night. We turned
the corner and saw the lights were off. We stood there wide eyed and in disbelief.
"I was just here a couple days ago," Michelle said. We pouted
for several minutes and kicked a few objects before dragging our sad asses to
Nikon's. Tears still well up. *sniff*

SIDEBAR: Gregg Clare is participating in The
Ride For The Feast
for Moveable Feast,
Baltimore's only meal delivery program for homebound People Living with
AIDS. Please consider sponsoring him.

 

February 04, 2003

Sloth

I had a pretty lazy weekend. A little too lazy. Sunday I was
laying on the sofa and fell asleep. The lamps were on and it was a bit too
bright so I had my arm covering my eyes. The phone rang. Arm still
covering eyes, I groped the floor looking for the cordless. It was my
friend Karen.

Karen: What? Were you sleeping?
Me: Sorta.
Karen: Okay. Well, I'll let you go.
Me: Wait. I need a favor.
Karen: What?
Me: Can you come over and turn out the
lights. They hurt my eyes.
Karen: *click*
Me: Hello? Hello?

Still not wanting to get up and turn off the lights myself, I groped the
floor some more and found a blanket within arms reach
and pulled it over my face.