funtimestwo

Some noteworthy events on the horizon:
a great bluegrass/gospel band, Ollabelle, is finishing up its mini residency at the Living Room with a show this wednesday night. its fun and uplifting to see a bunch of east village hipsters hopping around and clapping their hands

Rolling Stone magazine sez "This talented multi-instrumentalist (with a focus on guitar and mandolin) can raise ghosts with her songs" its great stuff
amy correia:
5.02.03 @ 8?
the fez

mah honey is playing with the talent ladden don piper situation, I love this show! K sings all the back up parts orignated by our good buddy Pamela Miller, plus its the day after his birthday-yee haw
5.07.03 @ 8:30pm
A Don Piper Situation
Fez...Lafayette & Great Jones
NYC, NY
with Peter Salett

this sounds really neat-am I bold enough to just go see music at the mercury lounge all by myself? probably not...anyone interested in the punk rock version of portishead?

Yesterday it was not horrendously cold or excessively wet so I walked from Park Ave and 51st street to Houston at Bowery. I saw a person I know walking her dog, I circled Grammercy Park. I passed through min-Pakistan, India and a few college towns. I saw how both halves live. I figured out that if I was forced to move in to Manhattan somewhere between the 40's and 30s I'd choose the East over West side any day. It all started because I had about an hour to kill before meeting someone downtown. Usually that would be a great opportunity to check out all my favorite "so cheap its free" type haunts and end up with three new baby tees. This time I was feeling adventurous while at the same time in a slightly introspective funk. The misty cool super walk really did me some good. I also went to a really cool bar restaurant and felt compelled to split not one but TWO dirty vodka martinis with mah honey on our collective empty stomachs which we then quickly remedied with an appRetizer of fried artichoke hearts (I'll eat almost anything that's been fried but this was especially yummy) and delicioso steak frite (medium rare!) and that was just phase one of the evening-so lovely-I saw newlyweds and engaged preggers and old friends and new friends-all quite unexpectedly, tasted bacon and carrot soup (super yum) and did not act too tipsy. Followed that up by seeing mah honey bang a drum (or two) at ye olde living room-AW now I'm having New York nostalgia-Texas wasn't enough?
The good old days, Pamela Miller packing the Living Room-people were jammed in the doorway and I had a mischievous moment with a noisy non-listening front row disturber. Speaking of Texas nostalgia, I've ambled further down memory lane by stealing the excellent speakers from the computer of my former colleague and good buddy-hooking said speakers up to my pekewter and streaming audio from KGSR (k-geezer-thanks to JHP I now ALWAYS think that) and KUT. Lyle Lovett covering a Steven Fromholz song that is one of my earliest live music memories, Joe Jackson (the song he did not do on the recent tour), a "rock block" of the new Chris Whitley stuff. Tonight Whitley's playing at the bar were I used to work - have some Rumplemins for me Chris!

one week off the syruppy goodnes and I'm fine (really)

Home home home home home
Marital bliss and housework
Glad to be back yet?

Just in time for mah honey's return from rocknroll superstardom the house projects have come to a screaming head. The mahvelous ceiling tin in the bathroom is rusting, FAST! Even under three coats of Polyurethane (oil based, even.) Our neighbor has started some serious work on revamping our shared hallway which we offered to help with. The too short shelves in the office/den are full to overflowing and the bike is taking up valuable floor space (bike racks are purchased which will hang in the currently under construction hall way.) Plus I'd really like to get our two radiator covers constructed and a door to our bedroom - before the next over night guest shows up. Eek! He's minding the homefront while I'm at the SSDJ (soul-sucking day job, thanks J/JP) so he gets the questions and requests. Home -high maintenance-home. I love my little mess.

Day four-no problem (see below) I have been having abt half a small coffee every morning to ease the transition...

Now for the weekend! There is something truly wonderful happening!
Sunday evening Heather Woodbury will be reading some of her most recent creation-I go see her every chance I get. The Park Slope venue, Barbes, sounds neat too.

In other news Salaam Pax is still MIA, if Bagdad has been won why can't SP post? Where's the restoration of order and basic services? Sill no power or phone lines I guess. That's too much to expect so soon I suppose but my heart sinks every day when I check that blog and there is no news.

So here's a bold statement, if you know me at all you'll agree:
I'm giving up Dr. Pepper - cold turkey. I'm on day two and having no regrets and no uncontrollable urges. I've softened the blow by allowing a little caffeine from other sources. The point is not to eschew caffeine altogether but rather destroy my dependence on the corn syruppy doctor and kick out the empty calorie super sugar intake habit. I feel happ yabout this. I already feel some what free f the mid day up & down sugar cycle. Granted I'm sort of a low level of somewhat tired today and yesterday there's no major slump as there usually is when I absolutely MUST rest my head on the cushy, jelly mousepad and dream of the nap room I'd create were I king of this strategy consulting firm. I fear I may loose my quirky charm, we'll have to wait and see. It may have been on the way out any way. I have ever wanted to completely stop drinking Dr. Pepper for as long as I can remember. I feel that the cold turkey route is important for now and I am reserving judgement as to whether it will be a special occasion treat (road trips, pizza parties, its hard to say) but I really don't want to hear myself boasting that I'm down to only two a day. That's dependence and I despise its carmelly smack (dependence-metaphorically, not DP I love its sickly sweet flavah). So thats the news in this small corner of the universe-it won't stop the war, make your hair grow or enlighten princes but I feel somewhat triumphant even after a measely two days. Go me.

tonight, tonight
he comes back home tonight
although its very late tonight its stilllllll
tonight

happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday dear popsicle
happy birthday to you
(and many more!)

Have you ever lost a great blog posting replete with links, deep thoughts, play by plays and cetera-I just did - even though I generally have patented ways of avoiding said loss-ICK
Now you must wait. Breathlessly anticipating my pearls of wisdom. How was Boston? You'll have to wait. Did Joe Jackson and his band kick super duper strangely fragile looking butt? You'll have to wait. Is Konrad playing a super duper double dog funtimes show this Thursday? I don't know I'm too despondent to go on-ah blogger you entice and seduce us into comfort then slam the doors in our collective faces-why WHY?
I must recover.

Off to Boston yea
Get to see mah honey yea
Sunday home again just me