That’s the “black” version … really just a very dark purple if you catch it in the light just right. I still haven’t gotten the inner bits just right yet, but I will before they are done.
Yup, I taught university level for 15 yrs till I bailed on academia due to too much evil, petty power politics. Kind of wish I hadn’t burned my bridges, but hey, I’ve moved on.
Tell me about burnout. My choice was to either stay in FL and go crazy(er) or get the hell out. Coco told me to get out, so we did. Though I have a lot of fond memories of students from that time, I’m glad I got the hell out. I’ve actually managed to build a life here, which is something I could never do in that awful place.
And yes, I do get to use the French sometimes on international studies… and one is coming up next month.
I couldn’t get the photo I wanted to use to load in my pb acct and then I almost deleted the last cafe by accident when the pic I put up in my new template was too big and I accidentally closed the wrong browser window! It was crisis management … didn’t you notice how long I was gone?
Ehh, no biggie. I did wonder what was taking so long though. We all have those moments, some more often than not. (At least in my case.) I’ve decided, no bloggering tonight. A few more minutes here then off to bed with the furry creatures around here.
Oh, and no, C is not multilingual. Has a talent and good ear for French, but refuses to learn it properly.
AS IF I didn’t know you were a kindred spirit, dada. Now you go puttin Tom Waits up. 9th and Hennepin, where all the prostitutes have names that sound like donuts. One of my all time favorite Tommy lines. Well, and She was a used piece of spent jet trash, but she made good margaritas.
been a fan pretty much his whole career. Had the pleasure of drinkin’ w/ him and a crazy black babe in the Union Hotel Bar in Occidental, CA…crazy BAMF…as they say in da biz.
Thx for the link, dada. Hard for me to even come close to a fave album, they’re all pretty damn great. Swordfish Trombones and Rain Dogs are pretty close though, but then there’s Blue Valentine, Dada’s Wild Years, and so many other good ones. I have been liking the most recent stuff though a lot….
I really like the new stuff too…also have a couple albums he did w/ Chuck E. Weiss…yeah he’s a real cat, same dude Rickie Lee Jones wrote Chuck E’s in Love about…very edgy stuff.
With all the Vegas talk, I’ve had Mr. Siegel ringing through my head for weeks! I was linking my ass off trying to make everyone listen to it beforehand, but I don’t know if I had any successes.
Mr. Siegal, from the alb. Heartattack and Vine c.1980
I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse,
across the street from a catholic church,
and then i wiped off my revolver,
and i buttoned up my burgundy shirt,
i shot the morning in the back,
with my red wings on,
i told the sun he’d better go back down,
and if i can find a book of matches,
i’m goin’ to burn this hotel down.
you got to tell me brave captain,
why are the wicked so strong,
how do the angels get to sleep,
when the devil leaves the porchlight on.
well i dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots,
i had to sell my ass on fremont street,
and the drummer said there’s sanctuary,
over at the bagdad room,
and now it’s one for the money, two for the show,
three to get ready, and go man go,
i said tell me mr. siegel,
how do i get out of here.
well willard’s knocked out on a bottle of heat,
drivin’ dangerous curves across the dirty sheets,
he said man you ought to see her,
when her parents are gone,
man you ought to hear her when the siren’s on.
you got to tell me brave captain,
why are the wicked so strong,
how do the angels get to sleep,
when the devil leaves the porchlight on.
don’t you know that ain’t no broken bottle,
that i picked up in my headlights,
on the other side of the nevada line,
where they live hard die young,
and have a good lookin’ corpse every time,
well the pit-boss said i should keep movin’,
this is where you go when you die,
and so i shot a black beauty,
and i kissed her right between the eyes.
well willard’s knocked out on a bottle of heat,
drivin’ dangerous curves across the dirty sheets,
he said man you ought to see her,
when her parents are gone,
man you ought to hear her when the siren’s on.
you got to tell me brave captain,
why are the wicked so strong,
how do the angels get to sleep,
when the devil leaves the porchlight on.
I was thinking of the Mule Variations, Alice and Blood Money ones specifically but I love em all. I think we should start ribbing NDD with that What’s he building in there? song, given his proclivities lately. Hehe.
I was about to use the incantation, as I saw ya lurking, but WHOOO decided to fly in on his own? Great to seeya buddy, and loved the latest Bud Bloggin (just caught up w/it today) on your site.
How’s it going down there in the lower left coast?
things are so-so, I have another week of work-related chaos before my dept. gets some help. At that point, I will have to train the new gal. I hope she’s a quick learner because I need someone to help me. Nice pic upthread, don’t see too many flowers of that colour around here.
the weekend was great, barbequed on both days in my hometown. Saturday I hosted at my parents’ house for a bunch of old friends and Sunday we had a carne asada at my tio’s house for Fathers’ Day. Gotta love that bi-culturalism. How goes it with u?
I got home from work today and went straight into slackermode for a nap, now I’m working on some writing before I crash again. I’ll be around more tomorrow, but time is becoming a precious commodity. I miss the good ole days when summer meant endless time for frivolity. Being all growed up is overrated! 😉
But I have to admit, I’ve not dipped into the henna jar in many a year now. That was de rigueur when I was in my punky phase. Oh, those were fun times… and to think, I saw U2 in 1979 for $5 when nobody knew who they were! They were good back then… hehe.
One of the few punker shows I left in disgust was when I saw g.g. allin and the scumfucks. After he rammed a coke bottle up an orifice, shat upon the stage and masturbated at the audience, I called it quits. And I am not a prude.
Henry Rollins was much more fun than that. And damn, that man is still hotter than blazes! Love his new show on IFC these days….
Ewww! I would’ve left that show, too. And Henry! When I knew him he was skinny, long-haired whippersnapper. He’s way bulkier now (I keep wondering where the hell that neck came from?)
Henry is sex on legs. I damn near peed my pants a few weeks ago when he did his “Letter to Ann Coulter” piece on his show … he nailed that bitch’s ass to the wall big time. Oh, sorry to use the “b” word there, but it was great!
I’m sure that would be it, but I don’t dare click due to being in dial up purgatory. I loved the whole “Who’s your daddy?” angle he took. Henry is a god. Though I must confess that Black Flag was never one of my fave bands. I just lusted after Henry.
Oh yeah. I don’t care about the thick neck. He could read the phone book to me and I’d be all over that. Henry just has that effect on me. I guess even old punks never die young, or some such drivel.
I think it has something to do w/ the the world attempting to realign now that hockey season is over. It normally takes a good week to get over it. I’ve got to last ’til about Aug, when the junior team here starts up w/ pre-season.
by the Bu girl…which can only mean one thing: bedtime…
Something to ponder:
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something more bizarrely inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
LOL … one o’ those nights I think.
we’re gonna let it all hang down… after midnight, after midnight…
I like this colour more than the pink … 🙂
So is C multilingual as well? And you taught French?
That’s the “black” version … really just a very dark purple if you catch it in the light just right. I still haven’t gotten the inner bits just right yet, but I will before they are done.
Yup, I taught university level for 15 yrs till I bailed on academia due to too much evil, petty power politics. Kind of wish I hadn’t burned my bridges, but hey, I’ve moved on.
I burned out big time …
Do you get to use your language skills in your current setting?
Tell me about burnout. My choice was to either stay in FL and go crazy(er) or get the hell out. Coco told me to get out, so we did. Though I have a lot of fond memories of students from that time, I’m glad I got the hell out. I’ve actually managed to build a life here, which is something I could never do in that awful place.
And yes, I do get to use the French sometimes on international studies… and one is coming up next month.
after that big pep talk the other night, ya let me down hard… Nothin’ left ta do but go hang w/ the Nighthawks at the Diner
I’ll be in the front booth if ya wanna come by…
I couldn’t get the photo I wanted to use to load in my pb acct and then I almost deleted the last cafe by accident when the pic I put up in my new template was too big and I accidentally closed the wrong browser window! It was crisis management … didn’t you notice how long I was gone?
Forgive me? I’ll make it up to ya … promise!
Ehh, no biggie. I did wonder what was taking so long though. We all have those moments, some more often than not. (At least in my case.) I’ve decided, no bloggering tonight. A few more minutes here then off to bed with the furry creatures around here.
Oh, and no, C is not multilingual. Has a talent and good ear for French, but refuses to learn it properly.
Sounds like a wise plan IVG … it would probably be one of those nights where blogger eats your post and then you’d be tired and pissed off lol.
And in the “now for something completely different” department, there is a new drive by post up. Heh.
Bag this one too if you like…it’s a crop of the album cover from Nighthawks at the Diner…:{)
AS IF I didn’t know you were a kindred spirit, dada. Now you go puttin Tom Waits up. 9th and Hennepin, where all the prostitutes have names that sound like donuts. One of my all time favorite Tommy lines. Well, and She was a used piece of spent jet trash, but she made good margaritas.
been a fan pretty much his whole career. Had the pleasure of drinkin’ w/ him and a crazy black babe in the Union Hotel Bar in Occidental, CA…crazy BAMF…as they say in da biz.
Bookmark this if you’re a fan.
Thx for the link, dada. Hard for me to even come close to a fave album, they’re all pretty damn great. Swordfish Trombones and Rain Dogs are pretty close though, but then there’s Blue Valentine, Dada’s Wild Years, and so many other good ones. I have been liking the most recent stuff though a lot….
I really like the new stuff too…also have a couple albums he did w/ Chuck E. Weiss…yeah he’s a real cat, same dude Rickie Lee Jones wrote Chuck E’s in Love about…very edgy stuff.
With all the Vegas talk, I’ve had Mr. Siegel ringing through my head for weeks! I was linking my ass off trying to make everyone listen to it beforehand, but I don’t know if I had any successes.
for the unitiated in the audience:
Mr. Siegal, from the alb. Heartattack and Vine c.1980
Thanks, dada! That chorus is one of my all-time favorites.
I was thinking of the Mule Variations, Alice and Blood Money ones specifically but I love em all. I think we should start ribbing NDD with that What’s he building in there? song, given his proclivities lately. Hehe.
I was about to use the incantation, as I saw ya lurking, but WHOOO decided to fly in on his own? Great to seeya buddy, and loved the latest Bud Bloggin (just caught up w/it today) on your site.
How’s it going down there in the lower left coast?
things are so-so, I have another week of work-related chaos before my dept. gets some help. At that point, I will have to train the new gal. I hope she’s a quick learner because I need someone to help me. Nice pic upthread, don’t see too many flowers of that colour around here.
Hope you had a good wkend. and finally shook that bug off.
the weekend was great, barbequed on both days in my hometown. Saturday I hosted at my parents’ house for a bunch of old friends and Sunday we had a carne asada at my tio’s house for Fathers’ Day. Gotta love that bi-culturalism. How goes it with u?
outta the trees…have an interview late this week or early next, and buried in getting a submittal together for it.
Sounds like a great FD wkend.
Good to see your feather-y self tonight/today! 😉
I got home from work today and went straight into slackermode for a nap, now I’m working on some writing before I crash again. I’ll be around more tomorrow, but time is becoming a precious commodity. I miss the good ole days when summer meant endless time for frivolity. Being all growed up is overrated! 😉
If we so choose … 😉
It’s good that you’ve got some help starting at work. Hope she’s a quick study and a independent worker. 🙂
</fangirl squeal>
Izzy! I’d have never thunk it you were a Tom fan too. (Sooo not Cruise, soooo Waits) But it all makes sense now.
How’s the upper left coast been tonight? Middle coast is about to have to leave soon, I’m afraid.
but it all makes sense now
Good — maybe you can explain it to me! And, no, I will not tell tales of my punk rock past.
But I have to admit, I’ve not dipped into the henna jar in many a year now. That was de rigueur when I was in my punky phase. Oh, those were fun times… and to think, I saw U2 in 1979 for $5 when nobody knew who they were! They were good back then… hehe.
One of the few punker shows I left in disgust was when I saw g.g. allin and the scumfucks. After he rammed a coke bottle up an orifice, shat upon the stage and masturbated at the audience, I called it quits. And I am not a prude.
Henry Rollins was much more fun than that. And damn, that man is still hotter than blazes! Love his new show on IFC these days….
Ewww! I would’ve left that show, too. And Henry! When I knew him he was skinny, long-haired whippersnapper. He’s way bulkier now (I keep wondering where the hell that neck came from?)
Henry is sex on legs. I damn near peed my pants a few weeks ago when he did his “Letter to Ann Coulter” piece on his show … he nailed that bitch’s ass to the wall big time. Oh, sorry to use the “b” word there, but it was great!
A Love Letter From Henry Rollins To Ann Coulter?
I’m sure that would be it, but I don’t dare click due to being in dial up purgatory. I loved the whole “Who’s your daddy?” angle he took. Henry is a god. Though I must confess that Black Flag was never one of my fave bands. I just lusted after Henry.
Oh and Izzy, woof woof on that pic. OH HENRY!
He does have a neck … 🙂
Oh yeah. I don’t care about the thick neck. He could read the phone book to me and I’d be all over that. Henry just has that effect on me. I guess even old punks never die young, or some such drivel.
He is charming … I just watched a couple of interviews and stand-ups over at You Tube. 🙂
Hey, no offense to Henry. He’s a nice guy. Still, my brain can’t make the transition from this (and this was after the buffing had begun):
Heya Olivia! How are you this fine night?
I think it has something to do w/ the the world attempting to realign now that hockey season is over. It normally takes a good week to get over it. I’ve got to last ’til about Aug, when the junior team here starts up w/ pre-season.
How about you?
I’m pretty good. I felt the same way when the figure skating was over during the Olympics — sort of lost and without purpose.
I feel like I’ve been dumped by my boyfriend just as the summer is starting … 🙂
Perfect description, O.
Goodnight, Nightowls! I hope you all sleep well when the time comes.
by the Bu girl…which can only mean one thing: bedtime…
Something to ponder:
Night all, be well, sleep sound.
Peace
I hear ya, dada… and I’m not far behind ya. For some odd reason, that pic just reminded me of Cosmic Slop. Now that’s a great album! Bootsie rules!
And 7am is gonna come way too soon … 🙂
Night IVG and Manny! Sleep well … zzzzzzzzzz zz z z
just to prove my point, yet again. Hehe.
One last shot across the bow… but I think it’s a good one.
Night Olivia, <waving @dada>, seeya Izzy and Manny!!
Slouching off toward Babylon… with all apologies to Yeats….