last one for 2009

read, read, watch/listen. happy new year-on to the next, bigger and better to come im sure-it has to be. cheers.

just the two of us

Mabel and I went home for Christmas alone to my parents house this year and did a whole lot of having a blast. In between drawing and chasing each other around Nana and Bapa's house and climbing up and down stairs, reading and drawing or watching Pete's Dragon we did this-went Bowling at the Roxy with Aunt Mary. Mabel def caught on quick as soon as she learned the point was to throw the ball as hard as she could. We also played pool-or aka she stood on the table and kept putting the cue ball in the different pockets and rushing to the drop to do it again in between chicken tenders, steak fries and Bapa's soda swiggs. Have to say-one of the best - non stressful Xmas's ever.


Cheers

Ex-mas Eve

headed to the river tonight after a day with my little lady and picking her up xmas morning again to visit Nana and Papa in the Cape. Aunt Mary, snow and the great feeling of going home-I couldn't be happier.

Cheers

the better parts of space

"And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you'd met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been
I wish I could have told you all:
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
You're a rock to me
I know where you're from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breath
In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothin' left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothing left to breathe
Up until there's nothin' left to speak.
Up until the better parts of space"

MM-life like weeds

-hands down one of the best songs ever written. couldn't find a video worth posting so fuck it-this works for me.

movie of the year

can't wait

shinning at the moon

the holidays are always filled with cheer some way or another-this fills my glass. enjoy your ugly Christmas sweaters, Rangers won finally-i'm happy.

"All this time"

Private Pile

2010-an early resolution

John Keats


i return to Albany it's most prized stolen possession-i should have never tried to keep what wasn't mine to begin with.

cheers to the new year.

bwah bwah

awesome.

Jan 9th

My twin brother has booked Brown Bird for Jan 9th with the Landlines at the Madison Grille, PBR and Whiskey specials all night-9bucks at the door. Come support good music and good looking people-and ring in the new year with a bang, because 2009 SUCKED DICK. No uglies allowed.

"scattered across miles and time"

Went to NYC for the night for Jer's 30th. Rode down to Beacon and met up with Sean and his Babies Momma before hoping on the train with the buds and a bottle of whiskey. Needless to say I was spent by the time we hit BK. But after meeting up with the rest of the fam and going to Keg and Lantern in Greenpoint and seeing so many awesome old faces spirits were lifted and a good old fashioned celebration began. I lost 5 bucks on a bet because Vorce blew it, and I watched Little Matt drink his beer with 20 bucks ripped up in it. It felt it use to without the drama and when we were all under the same roof in the same city. Megs was there which made the fact Danny wasn't a lot easier and it felt good to smile again be around those that know how to cheer you up. After spending too much money at Enids and seeing Buckley sleep found its way back to Damons with Sean Matt and myself. Scooped a ride home with CB in the am after eating a jar of pickles to shake the demons out of my head and it feels good to be with my little girl again after not seeing her hardly at all this week.

So THANK YOU to all whom I saw and miss and will see again soon around the holidays-sorry Damon we didnt say goodbye at your work but Sean owes the BK library system some serious money and he is on the lamb because of it-thought you would set him up with fuzz if we came in. Anyways, Cheers.

all growns up

Tomorrow marks a turning stone in my life-my little girl is going to daycare for the first time. Now, I know it might not seem like a huge deal but to me its the start of something really amazing. She is for the first time going to be around a lot more kids and away from her momma and dadda all day while we are off at work. The place seems really nice and when we brought her there to see it Mabel was really excited and playing with all the little kids and didn't want to leave. Anyways, I'm happy, scared and all around in awe of how fast my little angel is growing up. Not gonna be surprised if the waterworks start flowing as I drive away, but who cares right?

thanks

cheers!

saving

between paying off bills and saving for my little girls future, 5 dollars here and 5 dollars there will someday bring me out onto the open road. I got all the time in the world.

100 posts

fresh pot of coffee, making some phone calls, finding a day job, and putting on my boots and working on my yard one last time before the snow hits. happy holiday, zip your coat up, it's gotten really cold out.

one month and eight days after i was born

enjoy

last rites

"Spaghetti alla puttanesca (whore's spaghetti) is a spicy, tangy and somewhat salty Italian pasta dish that culinary experts regard as modern and reflects the bounty of the market rather than the garden. The ingredients are inexpensive, easy to find and typically Mediterranean. Italians refer to the sauce as sugo alla puttanesca.

Various accounts are given of the sauce’s origins, but it is likely that they date to the mid twentieth century. The earliest printed reference to this dish, as identified by the Grande dizionario della lingua italiana, is Raffaele La Capria’s 1961 novel Ferito a morte which refers to spaghetti alla puttanesca come li fanno a Siracusa (‘spaghetti alla puttanesca as they make it in Syracuse’).[1] According to the Professional Union of Italian Pasta Makers the sauce became popular in the 1960s.[2]
As to place, both Sicily and the Bay of Naples have been suggested. The 1971 edition of the Cucchiaio d’argento has no recipe with this name, but two which are similar. The Neapolitan Spaghetti alla partenopea, in which the anchovies are added towards the end of cooking, is flavoured with generous quantities of oregano, while spaghetti alla siciliana is distinguished by the addition of peppers to the ingredients"
-stolen from Wickapeeeeeedia.

*find the best here:
www.cafe-madison.com

Tim Kasher

first time I saw The Good Life was in Montreal-he heckled me bc I was wearing a Yankees hat and he is part of the "The Nation." So much for first impressions. The album "Black Out" was a pinnacle record for my mind state in a shitty state of mind at one and another shitty state of mind from it's origin in 2002 till present. But, Cursive along with the likes of their sister band The White Octave (and recently Criteria) have always kept me sane with good mid to late 90's "deep elm" and "jade tree" sound and crunchy guitar parts. Although cheeeeeeese dickish in most of their newer LP's, this single off the new "Swollen..." Lp is well written and the video is damn near perfect for the song except for Douche Bag A with the hair who couldn't land one of those girls if they were allow sex for currency. Anyways..bong bong "another band video?" yeah sorry.



cheers

Cormac M.

always pleased when another great novel looks to have the potential on the "silver screen." I think I might treat myself to this when it comes out.

"you'll always have a friend in me"

I remember the first week of college was the worst. It was 2000, I'd recently been through the kind of shitty high school relationship that defines how every other one follows will be judged and for the first time in my life I was completely alone with no safety net to fall on (ie: twin brother, family, friends etc). For the first couple days after class all I would do is push around on my skateboard and get kicked out of every campus spot there was to skate. That's when I met Chip. We had a lot in common including sharing the same birthday and year, both skated, hated our current roommates and also loved hardcore/punk/whatnot. He told me that he saw a flier for a show downtown Plattsburgh in the basement of some Church. So that Friday after classes were over we skated down there to see what the local music "scene" had to offer. There were a couple opening bands including Layton Avenue, whom I would later become really close with and then On The Might of Princes. I'd heard them before but never got to see them (LI bands or any other band didn't venture up where I grew up at all). They played a really good set and the place was packed - when I think back of all the people who were there and would later become some of the closest friends I'd have up there it's insane. Anyways when they finished their set they played this song. I remember sitting back against a wall holding my skateboard watching every local kid sing along and have the time of their lives and think to myself, "Man i really want to be a part of this" and for the first time I didn't feel alone anymore, even in a room full of strangers. From then on I went to every single show I could, or as many as I could squeeze into a weekend. Too many other great memories to dig up at once about that time and place but this song always brings me back.

Cheers to my Nordic friends.

beautiful hazy days

Summer is on the brain, last and next. MC3 is going to be epic, going to take Mabel to Block Island to play in the sand and ocean, Sean and Carolyn's little guy will join us in this world, tattoos in Cape Cod, Vorce will be living downstairs with the spiders and ghosts at my spot, and Mabel's first Stanley Cup parade in the city after the Rangers will win it in game 7. Get your canvas shoes ready-take off your socks, cut up some old chords and make some homemade tank tops - I'll be outside waiting on the back of the Tealgate.

cheers

thriller

so while looking up New End Original videos on youtube (because Thriller has been on rotation in between whatever metal and "core" my ipod seems to be downloading keeping the "pansy" side of me alive) i stumbled across this GEM...

...my new life goal while raising my daughter is to find this guy and beat the living shit out of his stupid face.


Thank you internet, you have yet to fail me.

Get Thrashed!

Live with Slayer at the Saratoga Civic Center Feb 12th 2010. Not at all displeased with this...not one bit....not even a little.

more here:

http://poststar.com/entertainment/music/article_a645060e-d3a1-11de-9ef3-001cc4c002e0.html

#16

How could you hate this guy? He plays smart/cocky/out of ordinary hockey but still drops his gloves and lays his helmet down on the ice when he fights like a man. It's pathetic the NHL doesn't back this dude and red flags his every screen, poke check and puck battles. He's gotta start playing to their "rules" again if he wants more ice time off the 4th line and that sucks. He's got an uphill battle because he's doing shit most dudes don't have the balls to do or because he called out some skank for banging a dozen dudes in the NHL after him? The league needs to relax, let dude play his way...



ok...maybe not always smart-but still awesome.

educate/destroy

download ep here: bigfatsatanist.blogspot.com

get into it.

"throw your arms in the air tonight"

new National song.

D.Thomas

Nothing says inspiration like Rodney Dangerfield and Dylan Thomas.

S. Coleridge

Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality.
At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came ;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;
The helmsman steered us through !

And lo ! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward through fog and floating ice.
And a good south wind sprung up behind ;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo !
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine ;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'

The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.
`God save thee, ancient Mariner !
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !--
Why look'st thou so ?'--With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.

familiar faces

I stole this idea from Mosca's blog because it really hit home and got me thinking about everything-but at a slower pace. It's a great feeling when you know you have some of the best friends and family surrounding you in whatever time and space you are occupying. The holidays are at the front door and it's going to great seeing those I haven't been able to connect with for whatever reasons. And to step back into the hope and light of maintaining the reality of all the things that truly matter the most.

I love this time of year.

thursday

great song to start another day! back to more coffee, cartoons, playing outside in the leaves and my daughter!

cheers

how i miss thee

Mattie and Claire, writing leisurely, MS Paint Brush, movies on my Ipod, walks with Jer, bike rides to get milk shakes, reading the news paper, and getting paid to experience it all with full benefits...oh the perks of a full time State Job.

Oh well-apply apply apply, back to the grind and take what i can get-bigger fish to fry.

"this small part of me..."

The first and only time i saw Small Brown Bike was with my late and great friend Daniel Keeler. I was in my junior year at Plattsburgh State and Danny was in his sophmore. We both had a mutual friend named Dave Terra who hosted a hardcore/punk/etc radio that we would go visit in the studio every weds night around 8pm i believe. It was pretty fun, i can't remember how many cds we stole from that place but anything new and played once was fair game until i think the heads of the dept started to figure out us randoms walking out with hefty backpacks prob wasn't such a solid move. Anyways Diamonds and I bought tickets for the Small Brown Bike and needed a ride, I think my jeep was being fixed or i was just too broke to drive, but i remember it was cold as shit out but there wasn't any snow. It's always like that in Plattsburgh, it could be June, I swear. None the less, Dave offered to drive us all up and that seemed like no problem for Danny or I (I'm pretty sure after 3 years i was just sick of driving to shows and my jeep was broken into in Mtrl soon before). That day i remember i was really excited-i never saw them live and missed them in Albany and Syracuse a couple times before. Ok so back to the story-Dave picks us up outside Danny's apartment (these were the "living with Tim and Jer" years) in the most fucked up piece of shit car I/We had ever seen, I mean this thing was a pile of pure retarded shit with over 6 different shades and colors all of which were not bright. Danny and I looked at each other both said "what the fuck" and climbed in. Dave explained it was his roommate's car and his wouldn't have made it to Montreal and back, as if this thing had a chance. Like i said it was cold, and this thing def had no heat except to snuggle your sneakers under whatever trash was piled up at your feet and put your Bane hoodie up. We get to the border and Dave rolls down the window and I can tell imediately the RED flag is up for this hunk of shit we're rolling in. The normal questions are asked and the ID's are exchanged and of course we are told to pull off to the side, park the car and please wait inside until we are called back out. So, we all sit and wait these hospital like chairs for prob 30 mins until Dave is called up to the desk. Danny and I are sitting there not happy to say the least staring at Dave talk to the frog behind the counter who is also NOT happy. Soon Dave walks back towards us with a displeased look on his face and he sits down and says "shit, im in trouble." Danny and I are now more than worried and ask "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?" Dave explains that the year before at his apartment they ran out of toilet paper, so instead of going to the corner store or using a fucking paper towel he went to the campus library and decided to steal a back packs worth only to be caught on camera and arrested by campus security. I say, "Sooo, when you were asked back there at the booth if you had ever been arrested and you said No-you lied" Dave said "Yeah pretty much." Danny said "Awesome dude." We sit for another 20 minutes not really saying anything and Danny I are trying to figure out how in the hell we are getting home when we all get escorted back out to the nice metal turd parked outside. That's when shit got real awesome real quick. They start to search the car and sift through the trash-most of the agent speaking French to each other when one says "Ok everyone empty your pockets" I lay out a lighter some cigs my wallet and Danny lays out his wallet and some pocket change while Dave decides to pull out this fucking wad of 3000 dollars in cash. OK, another RED flag goes up and they start in on him once again "What does you's need such money for?" the biggest guy asks "For drugs?" Dave starts to explain that he just cashed his college refund check and didn't go home before the bank-mean while Keeler and I are looking at each other like "holy shit dude." Then RED flag number three decides to show up when this lady border cop starts FREAKING out in French in the front seat where all the agents rush up only to walk back to Dave holding a nice stinky fat ugly mangled piece bud of weed. "What is this? Is dis pot? Smells like pot. It is Pot is it yes?" Dave's response "Uh thats not mine, it must be my roommate's this is his car" Danny and I are looking now at each other like "HOLY FUCKING SHIT DUDE" when RED flag number four decides to join the party. "Ok Mr. Terra, not your drugs? Lets see whats in the trunk" Dave's response, "Umm there is one problem, the trunk doesn't open, it's jammed" "I don't care what it is that trunk is opening tonight" said the big dude again this time holding a crow bar. Now at this point Danny and I are pretty sure we are going to jail too and never going home or getting deported and Im so nervous i start to laugh, Danny on the other hand gets into his "take matters into your own hands" mode and says "YO! gimme that thing, I'll open it." He then proceeds to BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT out of this trunk with those skinny little arms but all in all just dents it even more for about 10 minutes with everyone of us just staring at him. At this point I think even the cops are amused when the big guy says "Ok Mr. Terra, if you ever think you can cross dis border again with tons of money, drugs and a car like dis again you will not make it, now get rid of it and go" he says handing Dave the pot and pointing to Montreal. We all sit dumb founded for a minute pretty sure its a joke and we will be shot at the first sight of movement when Dave says "Ahhhh what?" "GET RID OF IT" said the cop. Dave looks at Danny and I and tosses it over his shoulder into the roadway and walks slowly to the car, as do we. We get in and head towards Montreal in disbelief and none of us a said a word to each other. Anyways, long as story short- we made it to the show in time to see Small Brown Bike and I posted up at the bar and got drunk and Danny stood there pissed off and stewing the whole show and I'm pretty sure Dave went outside and got high most of the set. We headed back still in silence only to be waved by the US customs agent reading a book, ironic.

-This song reminds me of my friend Danny and i would have to say it was one of the best shows I have ever been too and a story i'll never forget and the fact that I got to experience it with a good friend like him only makes it that much more real to me every time i think of it.


Cheers.

Diamonds are Forever

I can only imagine what it would be like to lose my daughter and even at the thought of just those words it starts to curl up me on the inside. To watch and raise another life and teach them right and wrong, love and happiness, and the true values of how to become the person they are is an honor. And every little step they take in life is little step for you when you are a parent. And when they hurt, so do you. When their eyes well up, so do yours. And when they look you in the face and smile or laugh it is a feeling only you can know that words are even worth describing. I wouldn't know what to do if someone and something so special to me was taken away-and just like that, gone. These past couple weeks have been some of the worst I have ever known with too much to describe and too much already said. But my friend Jeremy sent me this photo tonight and instantly what little i've known as a parent in just the past 19 months shines a little brighter. Life is short, and sweet and the sour times and things that take away from the good aren't worth drowning in. So all I can say is THANK YOU Zoe for showing me in a simple picture what ive tried to come to understand for a long time, your son and my friend will always be with us and nothing can take that away. This photo is awesome, to say merely the least. thanks

umm yeah

teddy better have been there or he blew it big time. wish i had the chance to see this band one more time. side note-check out the tool who gets on stage and sings in the other mic, there has to be one at every show. awesome.

pinching pennies

sooner than later

the definition of....

crazy,

sane,


kind of the same when your world is left with both to define themselves. I couldnt be happier with my life_tomorrow is just another day with those i love the most. The moon is out and the sun wants to wake up. enjoy another night on this oddly shaped thing called earth

15 again

when i was 14 till i was 19, I worked in the kitchen at a spot called The Cape Restaurant and Lounge where i started out doing dishes and left working the fryers and cooking bar food late nights. It was my first job and in a lot of ways i feel like i grew up there. But the one thing i hated most about the job was that the owner/head chef always had the radio set on "Froggy 93 FM" a HORRIBLE new age country station where no joke they played the same songs on repeat every hour i believe. Anyways long story short this past week our pals in Deer Tick played at Rev Hall in Troy and out of no where covered this song. I sat there wondering why and how i remembered the words and who the fuck sang it. Im not sure if this dude is the original singer but I remember hearing it ALL the time when I was younger and hated it- I alway thought "what the fuck does this dude know about Hank Williams" - and well now after hearing it this past week and have it rack my brain till today I gotta say, I kinda like it. Maybe it was the whiskey and coors light that got me singing this shit or maybe it was a selective memory of a time and place you sometimes forget about coming up randomly to make you appreciate where you came from and the people who taught you a lot.

cheers

feeling old

i think this was taken at my 22nd b-day party, none the less im still sweaty and heavy and vorce is still creepy.

true love

family first

Happy Halloween this weekend, can't wait for winter and Xmass.

fast life

This past week has probably been one of the hardest things i have ever had to deal with. One of my good friends died tragically in a car accident and a number of my friends and I - save the details - were there with him before. I loved that kid with all my heart and will always remember him as truly one of the most sincere and respectable human beings I have ever met. The whole experience has taught me how much my friends and family mean to me, so all I can is - you are right-life really is too short, and Im sorry. From this day I promise to show the people I love how much they really mean to me. I was wrong and I'll live with that on my own. Second chances don't come very often and instead of pushing them away I'll never let go. Thank you and I love you.


Rest In Peace Daniel E. Keeler-you truly will be missed

fuck it, this blog has turned into basically videos i want to watch over and over again. recently downloaded all old Melvins 7's and i couldn't help but listen to Big Business's newest lp and still be stoked. anyways found this shit in the innnnnerweb, band rules and whatnot

year of the Ox

getting colder and colder outside and it feels awesome. stay warm

D-Vorce

my number one dude and best friend till the day I die-as shitty as he can be and awesome at the same time. I left him at the bar tonight with a pitcher of Tequila for his birthday and all said was "its alright, i need this-have a good night, get home safe." Chalk another W for this dude-he gets it and you dont. xoxo and goodnight get home safe etc.

ANYWAYS-HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAMON VORCE YOU LOVEABLE ASSHOLE. XOXO CSP FOR LIFE MY FRIEND YOU OLD BASTARD.

awesome

drinking apple cider and whiskey with the WORST DUDE EVER is prob the best time ever, anyways Rangers won-Mabel kills it, my cats are better than anyone else's and this video has me stoked on taking my kid trick or treating for Halloween (or as Damon just put it "Helloween".)

i hate The Smiths...

but boy do i love me some Zooey Deschanel

raise em' right

last night the Rangers opened their season up against the Pens on Shittsburgh ice with a loss of 3-2. Tonight they are home and the outcome wont be the same. it's going to be an awesome season with my little good luck charm cheering next to me the whole time.

sweet moves bro

old is the new "new" in the streets these days. can't wait to see high school kids rocking chain wallets, dickies and Dinosaur Jr t's in the mall.

ps: i'd love to punch Kevin "Spanky" Long in the mouth and steal his lunch money.

goddamed robots and shit

ummmmm as much as I loved this band, try doing that with this there hippy pants...

my bluebird

ever upward

until your heart stops.

-i don't care how old i am-or how old i'd feel after but i'm pretty sure id lose it seeing this band again. Tour dates announced with the almighty Coalesce-a 90's hardcore kid's wet dream.

"YEAH! I fuckin like it!"

camp and skate. tiss the Season(s)

September 26, 2005

Four years ago to the day I was sitting at Bradford street with my best friend Damon and his girlfriend-another good friend of mine-at the time still silently celebrating my birthday and arrival to Albany when a sudden and unexpected phone call came into play. My grandmother was involved in a car accident with her best friend in MA and as the words came across the phone.."it doest look good" i can still hear them today. She passed away on September 26, 2005 with her best friend-I was unable to make it to the hospital in time to see her but my older brother and Uncle were. I wish to this day I could have said goodbye and told her everything and anything- Thank you, for the knowledge and compassion, Thank you for the smiles with your legs perched up on the couch reading your books, Thank you for the "could you please keep it down I'm trying to nap, Thank you for the understanding that religon doesn't come from a book but just that - an understanding, of oneself and the bible is one hell of a fictional story, Thank you for listening, Thank you the "No running by the pool" when I was growing up, and Thank you for being the best goddamned Grandmother that I ever knew, you were truly one of a kind, and i wish my little girl could have known you as you were and are-perfect.


I dont have any pictures of my grandmother on this computer So i decided on two of my daughter Amabel with her's. All I can say is this, Thank you Barb and Thank you Ruth-Ellen, both of you are and were great wives and mothers of which has evolved you into the greatest Grandmother's my little girl could ever ask for. I can only hope (and know) that she will grow up with the love and respect I had for my Memah that she has and will have for her Grandma Barb and Nannah. Thank you. I couldn't and she couldn't ask for more. xo

-love what is within arms reach if it matters.

Woody Guthrie would be proud

back and killing it-buy this LP

beard season again

makes me miss canadian waters up north. time to go home soon.

the shit dreams are made of

I will own a shovelhead someday.

28

feels like 27

my mountain

i'll climb forever.

The Good Life

if there is one album that I can always count on to help deal whatever shit im going through at the time it'd have to be Black Out by the The Good Life. That LP along with Bukowski's The Most Beautiful Girl in Town taught me how to drink like a fish and ruin any form of self security I had in college. If you haven't heard it and want to feel like complete dogshit, I highly recomend it-it still works for me to this day.

Cheers!

God Bless Canada

I normally dont like female vocals but this LP is amazing. Friends of Fucked Up and our neighbors from the the north!-can't go wrong. Hockey season starts in less than 20 yall.

yes

nyc from sunday till tuesday morning. Vorce and Smith-hands down best friends a dude could ask for. Glad to explore outside Brooklyn for once with them as well. $5 dollar burgers and a $2 plate of nachos with garbonzo beans on them @ Pianos -Ludlow and Stanton in the village-best happy hour ever spent. Deertick on a boat with J. Corndog opening up was the icing on the cake face to face with a fat bitch named Liberty standing all mighty torching it up. Thank you for saving an unfortunate/shitty weekend. BFF

three hundred and sixty three

When mabel was still in her mommas belly there was a really good show at the Colony Cafe in Woodstock NY. I remember I was unable to go but I'm not sure if it was because of work or because it was really really close to her due date. My friend Matt M shot this video of Elvis Perkins who i believe opened for AA Bondy (might have been other way around). The song meant alot to our little family because we used to play it for our little girl even though she wasnt born yet. Now whenever I hear it it reminds me of the whole experience of becoming a father and how much things change and have changed in my life because of the best little person that ever happened to me. She is my one and only. Cheers.

Pale Rider is a god-damned great film!!

i think ill be dissapearing for the weekend for good reason, hope you all have a good one.

"Stand still like the hummingbird"

There are or were rather about 5 people in existence I would have love to sit down and talk to - to try and pick their brain or have them pick mine without complete anhilating my own sense of self preservation. Henry Miller is one of those people. I am young, balding and barely squeeze any artisitc juice out of whatever fruit life gives me but when and if I make it to the ripe old age he did - may I walk whatever city my feet travel through and shake my cane in the faces that pass by with a bunch of shit written down on paper somewhere to help remember me by.

i dont care...

this kinda rules...wonder how much these kids had to pay for this shit.

bicycle

by Eleanor Grosch
via: www.ffffound.com

On some Michael Landon shit

More and more i think of packing up and moving out to the country somewhere. I need a house with a field and an old wooden fence surrounding a plot of land that looks out onto a distant tree line at the edge of a forest or across a little lake full of the clouds at night. Maybe a barn with a mini ramp and a bar in it. Some place my daughter can run around without the city holding her back and explore fields and the woods and grow up knowing what "a little room to breathe" actually means. No I'm not on pot, just looking for some fresh air away from the street lights and city transportation. Somewhere that reminds me home, and maybe a place to call my own. Who knows, something will come along.



ps: The Tallest Man on Earth encompasses that feeling.

"Good evening welcome to..."

The thing with working in a restaurant is you have to stay calm...like really fucking calm. Now if you know me, you know that is virtually impossible. I've been working nights at what can be classified as a "fine dinning" establishment for over 2 years now. At first it was for extra loot to help save for my daughter before and after she was first born while i worked days doing construction and then sitting on my ass for the State. But low and behold the 8 headed serpent God i pray to had another plan and has since left me with just the night gig to get the bills paid and the food on the table. None the less, the job has opened my eyes to the different levels of customer's there are out there, and not even just customers-but people, humans, HOMO sapiens as you might refer to them as. Now, I'm not going to vent all my frustration out and banter the piss out of a topic none (the few) of you want to read about, BUT for my own well being I'll list the following which are in my mind some "rules" you might want to consider the next time you are dinning out.

1. Don't ever say "Oh waiter!" to get your server's attention, the red "this person's a prick" flag will go immediately up and you'll be d-listed even before you get your meal. We have names, learn it.
2. Have an idea of what you want to drink before you sit down. When you stare at the wine list for 3 minutes trying to figure out if you like red or white wine better I'm standing next to you wasting someone elses time waiting for the order.
3. Order what's on the menu. If "Steak Au Pauvre" isn't on the menu-we dont have it and it pisses off the kitchen. The longer you make up some obscure dish in your brain that isnt listed in front of you the longer everyone else at your table will stay not fed. The same goes for drink orders as well, your cosmo-neopolitiny with grapefuit vodka and candy corn rim sucks to make.
4. (Refer to #3) Don't piss off the kitchen. I'm not sure if you have ever gotten a good look at who and what is making your food back there behind those swinging doors. These people are to be feared and respected. Think neck tattoos and a reason to flip the fuck out-not pretty.
5. Remember that one time you and 5 of your friends decided to go "grab a bite to eat" at 7pm on a Friday or Saturday night without making a reservation? Yeah, well it's time to GROW UP. Most of the patrons have called ahead and your large "walk in" party is either going to wait 30-45 minutes or will have to eat some where else. I dont care if your Mayor McCheeseDick's Lawyer-call ahead, we appreciate it more than your tiny brain can fathom.
6.Read the sign on the door-if it says "Open @ 5:30pm" - we open at 5:30pm, NOT 5pm. If you show up early you will be listening to Big Daddy Kane instead of Frank Sinatra.
7. Well done steaks and fish are gross. don't order them.
8. Wait for your server to tell YOU the specials of the evening. RELAX, don't ask about the Pesce or Risotto while your are walking to the table, you will hear about them I promise.
9. If the air conditioner is on it's because its summer time-and your server sweats because he or she is working, you are not. Don't ask to turn it down. Same goes for the winter-it's cold out-enjoy the heat dummy.
10. Finally -Closing time means everyone around you who is working would like to go home or sit down and maybe have a chance to get black out drunk, don't sit at your table after you pay your bill and chit chat about how "Steph" or "Eric" are doing in law school.

-So there you go. If you can handle these little side notes and just enjoy your evening out without pissing off the people who make/prepare/and serve your food and drinks I assure you that your night will go a hell of alot better. This is a job-it's not rocket science, but it's still a job that helps support people's lives and families. I will leave you with an old Cuddlesmarket video to refer to, enjoy and tip well.

...upon layers

I can't wait for the fall and winter.

the end.

B.F.F. 2009

from the farthest corner of my heart i can honestly say, i've got the best friends in the world. 2010 is just around the bend.