after the westerberg concert and the backstage debacle at The Riv (which i haven’t told you about yet), the westernerd crew headed back to the dorm for a hootenanny. Wolf, one of my travelling companions (along with Kelly and The Load) had brought a guitar, and there was booze. the booze, that is the important [...]
when you have so many stories to tell it’s hard to know exactly where to start. there’s a compulsion to tell a story in chronological order, but that always ends up in some sort of weird ‘and then and then and then’ form. then there’s the journalist who wants to tell the story inverted pyramid [...]
as you very well should know i will embark on my pilgrimmage to see St. Paul Westerberg in Milwaukee and Chicago in a mere day or so. (it’s actually thursday morning).
so yeah, best all-time road trip songs, ever. go.
Apr 06 2005
twisted knots of burning steel
hopalong mcgurk, that’s my new name (that i stole from geek love). my back and neck are in twisted knots of rage and it hurts. i’m raging over lame, lame stuff like dramaqueenism harshing the buzz of next week’s road trip and being ignored at work.
and you know what i’ve learned from all this? don’t [...]
Dec 15 2004
trying to stay amused and upbeat
my westernerdian pal, zook, has started a campaign to keep me upbeat and smiling while stuck here in the arctic pits of Hell, Inc. in his quest he sends me totally rad mp3s (the queers, “see you later fuck face” screeching weasel “i don’t give a fuck” are two examples), and he also asks me [...]
1. every 20something boy who works at caribou coffee. i just love them coffeeboys.
2. the way that tri-kap, a coworker, calls me the evil overlord.
3. the fact that artguy is not bugging the shit out of me today.
4. Maile Meloy.
5. i do believe, that there is no five.
6. how the minion had to try to [...]
Nov 15 2004
the rules of the dark
one of the westernerds was talking about how he was trying to make his 2-year-old son feel better about the dark. which reminded me of my own battles with being scared of the dark.
first, as a kid, i completely convinced myself that monsters were afraid of the dark, just like me. this only worked for [...]
Nov 07 2004
the one where i meet the marilyn manson fan
last night, before dinner, i was tooling about town with scooter (my new favorite person on earth) picking up randomly placed out-of-towners. we were heading on over to st. paul to pick up a nerd and on the journey we got to talking about the replacements and music and what not.
i launched into how heartbreaking [...]
