Showing posts with label musicians. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musicians. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
birthday strudel, yo
ok, deal with this:
first, a cup of jet fuel with half and half (ie, coffee, to you non-austin coffee drinkers-the independence coffee co here in tx)
followed by a melon with strawberries and orange wedges in a fine ceramic bowl.
then a salad. endive and romaine. handmade dressing.
later, much, a plate centered with couscous au whatnot (garlic, wasabi, secret things) covered by a wine and cream mushroom sauce--make that, slathered-- too many mushrooms by far.
followed by? a handmade, messup-UP, totally APPLE'd strudel... but havent had that yet.
all's i can tell ya is,
;)
it's my birthday.
all that and the sounds of the happy sunday ghetto: rooster, dogs, screaming children, gawdawful ice cream trucks, and 80s powerpop raging next door. [sigh] all in all, a great birthday.
except for the fact of course that i have an insane concussion.
but at least we made delicious food at home in our pajamas today. that was rad. and we sang. and we talked and hung out. and so on. you make what you can out of what you have. that's called stone soup. look up the book.
a very good birthday, nonetheless. this year i plan to include more full-spectrum truth.
first, a cup of jet fuel with half and half (ie, coffee, to you non-austin coffee drinkers-the independence coffee co here in tx)
followed by a melon with strawberries and orange wedges in a fine ceramic bowl.
then a salad. endive and romaine. handmade dressing.
later, much, a plate centered with couscous au whatnot (garlic, wasabi, secret things) covered by a wine and cream mushroom sauce--make that, slathered-- too many mushrooms by far.
followed by? a handmade, messup-UP, totally APPLE'd strudel... but havent had that yet.
all's i can tell ya is,
;)
it's my birthday.
all that and the sounds of the happy sunday ghetto: rooster, dogs, screaming children, gawdawful ice cream trucks, and 80s powerpop raging next door. [sigh] all in all, a great birthday.
except for the fact of course that i have an insane concussion.
but at least we made delicious food at home in our pajamas today. that was rad. and we sang. and we talked and hung out. and so on. you make what you can out of what you have. that's called stone soup. look up the book.
a very good birthday, nonetheless. this year i plan to include more full-spectrum truth.
Monday, August 11, 2008
kung fu panda
bernie mac died. isaac hayes has passed.
here's a link to a memorium for isaac.
bernie on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/v/c2AQXB8cg70&hl=en&fs=1
i was totally on set with this dude in culver city and in hollywood, and he was a complete pistole, seriously. all the way. nothing in the least held him back, except maybe racism--he didnt want to talk to the white folks on the floor but hey, i've felt the same way about helping women so there. check it, he was a funny, funny guy and very loved by the ones who loved him. and also, remember utah?
utah on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/v/j4rS35ekP9U&hl=en&fs=1
here's a link to a memorium for isaac.
bernie on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/v/c2AQXB8cg70&hl=en&fs=1
i was totally on set with this dude in culver city and in hollywood, and he was a complete pistole, seriously. all the way. nothing in the least held him back, except maybe racism--he didnt want to talk to the white folks on the floor but hey, i've felt the same way about helping women so there. check it, he was a funny, funny guy and very loved by the ones who loved him. and also, remember utah?
utah on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/v/j4rS35ekP9U&hl=en&fs=1
Labels:
bernie mac,
hollywood,
isaac hayes,
musicians,
racism,
sexism,
utah phillips
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
xtra noyse
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Friday, December 7, 2007
in a nutshell
the benefit over at ruta maya was packed, the gourds were total mayhem. bad. ass.
and here, molly ivins nails down, a long time ago in a column (her first as co-editor, i totally just ripped off the observer website) my sentimentals exactly (altho she neglects to reference the terrible machismo, but implies it anyway, and that: there is no mercy at all in texas): go here:
http://www.texasobserver.org/molly_archive/hello.html
and here, molly ivins nails down, a long time ago in a column (her first as co-editor, i totally just ripped off the observer website) my sentimentals exactly (altho she neglects to reference the terrible machismo, but implies it anyway, and that: there is no mercy at all in texas): go here:
http://www.texasobserver.org/molly_archive/hello.html
Labels:
austin tx,
molly ivins,
musicians,
ruta maya
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