I'm pretty sick right now. Headache, hella sniffles, aches, pains, my arm fell off, my throat is sore, my foot's asleep, it's terrible. So I've been lying on my couch for the last two days playing Resident Evil 4, with a brief excursion across the street to visit Justin and play a board game. We played Al Hombre, a game where you are Sultans trying to build the biggest castle. I won. Fuck yeah.
This sickness does not bode well for me, as I really, really, REALLY need to get a job this week, and also get in a lot of rehearsal for the show next weekend. These are the times where you kinda realize that you MIGHT have fucked up a little by not working for the last four months. I'm not saying that I did fuck up. But I MIGHT have.
The Davis and Andrew Movie Experience (Note: not the actual name) is a go, tentatively we are aiming to have the first one on Feb 13th. We're gonna show some movies. Maybe along some kind of Valentine's day theme. Yeah.
OTHER THINGS I'VE DONE IN THE PAST FEW DAYS:
-Tongues of Fire (It was fun.)
-Lucid Nights at the Sunset Room (It was alright.)
-Hung out with other people (My feelings vary from person to person.)
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Sunday Bloggin'
C.R. AVERY UPDATE: I had FUN. It was an awesome show. That's the first time I've really enjoyed a live band in quite a while.
On Friday I went to a little event at the Sunset called On the Cusp, a quadruple birthday party for Jason and 3 other DJs. I was in the room from 4pm until 8am, first doing setup, then working concession, then doing security at the gate, then partying it up, and then cleaning afterwards. It was a long night. But incredibly rewarding and fun. And very reaffirming as to why I put my time into that space. I don't know what anyone who doesn't go there with me thinks goes on there, but oftentimes it is just kind of a regular party/club feeling, with people rolling in their drunk or high and just dancing and sitting around until the wee hours of the morning. And then there's events like last nights. Jay brought in fire dancers, belly dancers, fortune readers, not to mention an awesome line-up of DJs. There was a table set up at the back of the room with a big piece of poster paper that turned into a giant communal art piece, which I will try and get some pictures of. And people. Lots of smiling, happy people, dancing and having fun and just loving each other. It was a celebration of music, creativity, and humanity. And that is where I see the value in these silly raves.
Last night I went with Jason and Laughlin to see Cloverfield. It was pretty damn cheesy at times, but ultimately pretty damned entertaining. It was like a cross between Steven Spielberg's War of the Worlds and the Blair Witch Project, but infinitely better than both. Afterwards we hit up Whitebird Lounge, which I'd never been to before, for some drinks, and then rolled into Hush VIP style and partied it up there. I ripped my favorite pair of jeans giving this crazy woman a dip, so I had a giant hole in my crotch for most of the night. Which is something you don't really want at Hush. Afterwards I ended up at Sunset again. So I'm tired. Ramble ramble ramble.
On Friday I went to a little event at the Sunset called On the Cusp, a quadruple birthday party for Jason and 3 other DJs. I was in the room from 4pm until 8am, first doing setup, then working concession, then doing security at the gate, then partying it up, and then cleaning afterwards. It was a long night. But incredibly rewarding and fun. And very reaffirming as to why I put my time into that space. I don't know what anyone who doesn't go there with me thinks goes on there, but oftentimes it is just kind of a regular party/club feeling, with people rolling in their drunk or high and just dancing and sitting around until the wee hours of the morning. And then there's events like last nights. Jay brought in fire dancers, belly dancers, fortune readers, not to mention an awesome line-up of DJs. There was a table set up at the back of the room with a big piece of poster paper that turned into a giant communal art piece, which I will try and get some pictures of. And people. Lots of smiling, happy people, dancing and having fun and just loving each other. It was a celebration of music, creativity, and humanity. And that is where I see the value in these silly raves.
Last night I went with Jason and Laughlin to see Cloverfield. It was pretty damn cheesy at times, but ultimately pretty damned entertaining. It was like a cross between Steven Spielberg's War of the Worlds and the Blair Witch Project, but infinitely better than both. Afterwards we hit up Whitebird Lounge, which I'd never been to before, for some drinks, and then rolled into Hush VIP style and partied it up there. I ripped my favorite pair of jeans giving this crazy woman a dip, so I had a giant hole in my crotch for most of the night. Which is something you don't really want at Hush. Afterwards I ended up at Sunset again. So I'm tired. Ramble ramble ramble.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The Days Get Colder, I Get Poorer.
Hi.
I had a not-so-great DJ practice session down at the Sunset room yesterday. I missed every single mix, and generally got kinda frustrated. I learned at the end of the session that the CDJs were set to have a delay when the play button was hit. Doh. Good that I'm learning these things before the actual show. I'm starting to get pretty nervous about it, as it is getting closer and closer, and I still have a lot of ground to make up, skill-wise.
Going to Logan's tonight with Kristy and Alex to see C.R. Avery along with a bunch of local poets. It should be fun. I'll let you know in the next entry whether or not I had fun or not. Stay tuned for that.
I have a fuckin' headache right now.
Davis and I are in talks with Jay down at the Sunset to possibly run a weekly movie night. I'll also keep y'all posted on that when I have some actual details.
EMPLOYMENT UPDATE: Still unemployed. Woke up before noon twice this week to actually job hunt.
Bye.
I had a not-so-great DJ practice session down at the Sunset room yesterday. I missed every single mix, and generally got kinda frustrated. I learned at the end of the session that the CDJs were set to have a delay when the play button was hit. Doh. Good that I'm learning these things before the actual show. I'm starting to get pretty nervous about it, as it is getting closer and closer, and I still have a lot of ground to make up, skill-wise.
Going to Logan's tonight with Kristy and Alex to see C.R. Avery along with a bunch of local poets. It should be fun. I'll let you know in the next entry whether or not I had fun or not. Stay tuned for that.
I have a fuckin' headache right now.
Davis and I are in talks with Jay down at the Sunset to possibly run a weekly movie night. I'll also keep y'all posted on that when I have some actual details.
EMPLOYMENT UPDATE: Still unemployed. Woke up before noon twice this week to actually job hunt.
Bye.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Hrrmph.
I stumbled getting out of bed this morning and never really recovered. So it's been a pretty unproductive day. I did manage to pick up my pencil and start drawing/doodling, though. Perhaps I can get back into doing that regularly as well.
The Solstice/Sunset sessions were a lot of fun. Solstice in particular had a pretty impressive turn out. It made me a bit nervous about my gig though, because now I feel even more of an onus on myself to do well. Which is ultimately good, because I oftentimes will accept mediocrity from myself even though I know I'm capable of much more. This is a thought I will probably restate several times throughout this blog. It is my hope that people will start calling me out on it.
I finally watched 300 yesterday. I thought it was perfectly entertaining and the perfect kind of mindless for a lazy recovery Sunday. I also didn't think it suffered from not being on the big screen, which everyone I talked to said it would. Which also means it probably would have fuckin' blown me away had I actually bothered to see it in a theatre. Ah well.
That's....that's all I got. Hrrmph.
The Solstice/Sunset sessions were a lot of fun. Solstice in particular had a pretty impressive turn out. It made me a bit nervous about my gig though, because now I feel even more of an onus on myself to do well. Which is ultimately good, because I oftentimes will accept mediocrity from myself even though I know I'm capable of much more. This is a thought I will probably restate several times throughout this blog. It is my hope that people will start calling me out on it.
I finally watched 300 yesterday. I thought it was perfectly entertaining and the perfect kind of mindless for a lazy recovery Sunday. I also didn't think it suffered from not being on the big screen, which everyone I talked to said it would. Which also means it probably would have fuckin' blown me away had I actually bothered to see it in a theatre. Ah well.
That's....that's all I got. Hrrmph.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
"I don't bitch about the last 1/4 inch"
I'm already struggling with what to actually write on this thing. I'm not so much into the daily account of my life. Do any of you really want to read "So I woke up at noon with a marijuana hangover..." everyday? It's been awhile since I spilled my brain on (digital) paper, and I need to relearn.
The shitty thing is I had some pretty quality musings yesterday, too, but was not in a proper position to blog them. The worst part is when you have that revelation, you know, the real big revelation, and you start exploring it, and you start thinking that this time, this time right here, I've really figured out a big thing, and it's gonna be different now. And then it's just kinda gone five minutes later. And you write inane bullshit like this instead. Fucking tragedy.
Went to Tongues of Fire with Aja yesterday and met up with Kristy there, who read a totally awesome piece for the open mic. Go check out the video on her blog, Hearts from a Handgun, which is handily linked off to the side. Tongues has become a beloved bi-monthly ritual for me, and I'm trying to muster up the chutzpah to actually read something. I've decided I don't even particularly care if it's my own or not. I just want to perform something. I've always liked the readings that are more performance pieces than straight up "here's a thing I wrote" readings. I also find that I rarely actually pay attention to most of the readers. The joy of being there, for me, is the audience, and the overwhelming positivity that they give to everyone who performs. It's a very supportive environment, and it feels good to just be a passive participant within that environment.
It's hard to keep myself idealistically unemployed when I only have enough money to eat for like another fuckin' day. So I'm thinkin' I might have to swallow my pride for awhile here. That's shame, but it's probably for the best. I think I was starting to get into some kind of weird "I'm starting a revolution, man!" headspace. A revolution that revolved around waking up at noon everyday with a marijuana hangover.
Davis linked me up to Brainsturbator, Skilluminati, and Hump Jones , all of which are maintained by the same guy, and I've been reading them obsessively for the past couple days. They all contain downright fascinating and inspiring counter-culture articles that he's written on a variety of subjects, such as human sexuality, social control, and self improvement. The articles are all well researched and peppered with his own common sense thoughts, and I've come to develop a great appreciation for his belief system and how he lives his life. The myriad sites and writings that he links to in each entry are just as fascinating. They're great sites to get lost in.
Tommorow evening is the Solstice Sessions, also at the Solstice cafe, and I'll be working the door and helping with setup. The Solstice Sessions are a series of early evening intentional dances. They've been a big hit with people looking for an alternative place to dance outside of Victoria's shitty clubs, and also amongst people who want to dance to electronic music in a drug free, family oriented environment. People bring their kids, the styles of music are diverse, and everyone is always in high spirits. I highly recommend it. And I'm DJ'ing the Feb. 2nd one. And you gotta come. Sorry.
I spent the bulk of today getting drunk with Kate, Jasmine, and Aaron. It was good times. And to close, I will post this haiku that Kate and Jasmine wrote for me, in their honor. And it will neatly explain the title of the blog.
sloppy bogigi
you chew on my banana
bogigi means vag
Goodnight everybody!
The shitty thing is I had some pretty quality musings yesterday, too, but was not in a proper position to blog them. The worst part is when you have that revelation, you know, the real big revelation, and you start exploring it, and you start thinking that this time, this time right here, I've really figured out a big thing, and it's gonna be different now. And then it's just kinda gone five minutes later. And you write inane bullshit like this instead. Fucking tragedy.
Went to Tongues of Fire with Aja yesterday and met up with Kristy there, who read a totally awesome piece for the open mic. Go check out the video on her blog, Hearts from a Handgun, which is handily linked off to the side. Tongues has become a beloved bi-monthly ritual for me, and I'm trying to muster up the chutzpah to actually read something. I've decided I don't even particularly care if it's my own or not. I just want to perform something. I've always liked the readings that are more performance pieces than straight up "here's a thing I wrote" readings. I also find that I rarely actually pay attention to most of the readers. The joy of being there, for me, is the audience, and the overwhelming positivity that they give to everyone who performs. It's a very supportive environment, and it feels good to just be a passive participant within that environment.
It's hard to keep myself idealistically unemployed when I only have enough money to eat for like another fuckin' day. So I'm thinkin' I might have to swallow my pride for awhile here. That's shame, but it's probably for the best. I think I was starting to get into some kind of weird "I'm starting a revolution, man!" headspace. A revolution that revolved around waking up at noon everyday with a marijuana hangover.
Davis linked me up to Brainsturbator, Skilluminati, and Hump Jones , all of which are maintained by the same guy, and I've been reading them obsessively for the past couple days. They all contain downright fascinating and inspiring counter-culture articles that he's written on a variety of subjects, such as human sexuality, social control, and self improvement. The articles are all well researched and peppered with his own common sense thoughts, and I've come to develop a great appreciation for his belief system and how he lives his life. The myriad sites and writings that he links to in each entry are just as fascinating. They're great sites to get lost in.
Tommorow evening is the Solstice Sessions, also at the Solstice cafe, and I'll be working the door and helping with setup. The Solstice Sessions are a series of early evening intentional dances. They've been a big hit with people looking for an alternative place to dance outside of Victoria's shitty clubs, and also amongst people who want to dance to electronic music in a drug free, family oriented environment. People bring their kids, the styles of music are diverse, and everyone is always in high spirits. I highly recommend it. And I'm DJ'ing the Feb. 2nd one. And you gotta come. Sorry.
I spent the bulk of today getting drunk with Kate, Jasmine, and Aaron. It was good times. And to close, I will post this haiku that Kate and Jasmine wrote for me, in their honor. And it will neatly explain the title of the blog.
sloppy bogigi
you chew on my banana
bogigi means vag
Goodnight everybody!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
This is the first entry,
Don't ask what the title means.
I've been using the internet for something like 11 or 12 years now, I thought it was about time that I started a self-indulgent blog. It's also a convenient way of making myself get back into the habit of writing.
Well, I'm still unemployed, and haven't really been trying to hard to fix that, beyond a cursory 15 minute browse through online job banks and newspapers every morning. Even when I do see something that I might be willing or qualified to do, I discard it anyways. I'm simply too happy in my free time at the moment. It's also been a bit of an exercise in learning how not to be frightened of uncertainty. My mantra over the last 3 months has been "Things are going to work out". And they have been, despite the fact that I haven't really had cash to do much of anything, my bills are starting to pile up, and I'm just barely making rent. But I'm happy. Which I haven't been for a long while. I know that if I take another job simply because I could get it, I'll just wind up back in the same rut that I've been for the last 3 years. So, I'm going to keep seeing where this path takes me, hazardous though the way may be.
The other big piece of news with me at the moment is my upcoming DJ gig at the Solstice cafe, under the moniker of DJ Dodd. DJ'ing has been something I've talked about doing for years now, and I never really felt that it was within the realm of possibility (not for any particular reason, either). So, to have an actual booking, and be practicing, and be seeing improvement every time I hit the decks, is huge for me. And I just learned today that I get to have the closing spot of the night, which puts me under alot more pressure. The closing spot is generally expected to be the most rockin', which is cool because I get to play alot of fast, fun music, but I also have to keep the momentum going from the previous DJs. It'll also be the first time that I've performed in front of people in....well, ever. I'm into it! I also can't wait to see my name on a poster.
I had an awesome hangout with a new friend of mine the other day. We took a walk around downtown and just talked for about two and half hours. It's rare for me to maintain a good convo for more than 10 minutes, let alone 2 hours, so it was bit of a thing for me. It was very open and honest conversation too. Now I'm on a big "tell everyone how I feel before it becomes an ugly issue" kick, which I think is great. I've traditionally had an almost phobic response to uncomfortable conversation topics, and it's made alot of my relationships with friends and family difficult to deal with over the years. Personal growth!
I've been telling everyone who will listen to check out "The King of Kong". In case I haven't told you yet, go check out "The King of Kong"! It's a documentary about two guys in the states who are trying to 1-Up (lol) each other for the highest score in Donkey Kong. It's a rare movie that actually had me emotionally caught up in the ridiculous drama between the two main characters. And Billy Mitchell is a dick.
And that is all for now.
I've been using the internet for something like 11 or 12 years now, I thought it was about time that I started a self-indulgent blog. It's also a convenient way of making myself get back into the habit of writing.
Well, I'm still unemployed, and haven't really been trying to hard to fix that, beyond a cursory 15 minute browse through online job banks and newspapers every morning. Even when I do see something that I might be willing or qualified to do, I discard it anyways. I'm simply too happy in my free time at the moment. It's also been a bit of an exercise in learning how not to be frightened of uncertainty. My mantra over the last 3 months has been "Things are going to work out". And they have been, despite the fact that I haven't really had cash to do much of anything, my bills are starting to pile up, and I'm just barely making rent. But I'm happy. Which I haven't been for a long while. I know that if I take another job simply because I could get it, I'll just wind up back in the same rut that I've been for the last 3 years. So, I'm going to keep seeing where this path takes me, hazardous though the way may be.
The other big piece of news with me at the moment is my upcoming DJ gig at the Solstice cafe, under the moniker of DJ Dodd. DJ'ing has been something I've talked about doing for years now, and I never really felt that it was within the realm of possibility (not for any particular reason, either). So, to have an actual booking, and be practicing, and be seeing improvement every time I hit the decks, is huge for me. And I just learned today that I get to have the closing spot of the night, which puts me under alot more pressure. The closing spot is generally expected to be the most rockin', which is cool because I get to play alot of fast, fun music, but I also have to keep the momentum going from the previous DJs. It'll also be the first time that I've performed in front of people in....well, ever. I'm into it! I also can't wait to see my name on a poster.
I had an awesome hangout with a new friend of mine the other day. We took a walk around downtown and just talked for about two and half hours. It's rare for me to maintain a good convo for more than 10 minutes, let alone 2 hours, so it was bit of a thing for me. It was very open and honest conversation too. Now I'm on a big "tell everyone how I feel before it becomes an ugly issue" kick, which I think is great. I've traditionally had an almost phobic response to uncomfortable conversation topics, and it's made alot of my relationships with friends and family difficult to deal with over the years. Personal growth!
I've been telling everyone who will listen to check out "The King of Kong". In case I haven't told you yet, go check out "The King of Kong"! It's a documentary about two guys in the states who are trying to 1-Up (lol) each other for the highest score in Donkey Kong. It's a rare movie that actually had me emotionally caught up in the ridiculous drama between the two main characters. And Billy Mitchell is a dick.
And that is all for now.
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