Friday, July 20, 2007
two uptown hipster summer block parties down, one more to go. bastille day @ barbette has gone from being a fun neighborhood novelty to full-on local tradition, marked by run-ins with those friends i never see for whatever reason ... weather was ideal after last year's wilting near-one-hundred degree heat - the mid-eighties were back with no rain - but the block really started rockin by the time i made it over to the bmx stage, where i ran into my pal darcy from work. the two of us are always good for a furious volley of fun snark, which was intensified by the inclusion of a guy i've known from around uptown since my mailboxes etc. days - which brings us to the mid-nineties - but most recently from the gym. he's a big, built, shaved-head dude whom i was already successfully chatting up (including the very forward - for me - question of whether he's done everything he wanted to do before his upcoming Big 4-0 ... vive la liberte!) when i finally connected with darce. she + i had a hell of a blast tryin to figure him out for the rest of the night, with his gorgeously mannish tall galpal (one of maybe 3 african-americans at the event - ah, minneapolis ... how you frustrate me), through the rollergirl demonstration and the not-completely-repellant performance by mallman's new band ruby isle. of course the bell's 2-hearteds were flowing all night, so by the time we were fixin to round up our other work comrade kimmer, who had finally made it back to the neighborhood after being kidnapped by kung for the previous 24 hours, i got good and bellige when some blond female stick figure - was she dressed all in brown lace? that's how i remember it - swooped in and stole our manly project away from us with promises they'd come to darcy's later - after i'd invested an evening's worth of effort into him ... ! grrr. of course poor darcy + kim had to bear the brunt of my angry-gay-man act, but thanks to their generous tolerance and indulgence that did not prevent us from enjoying a very testy, i mean tasty post-party meal of darcy's signature green bean pesto back at her place. i of course had to be up at five the next morning for work so i left by eleven, thankfully out the door just in time to bid my goodnights to our bald test subject and his stick figure as they arrived: as i walked away she told me to 'make good choices...' what the hell kind of schtick is that??? go figure.
speaking of matters of liberty, resistance + revolution ... was encouraged by the times article about the new populism: it seems the democrats are finally coming together around what is beginning to form into a forceful message about social justice and economic equality here at home, addressing the growing sense of middle-class financial insecurity that i have been experiencing and observing for several years now. was hanging out with a friend from work last night who described not being able to make ends meet despite working full-time. (maybe it's because we go out too much?) i have to admit that my own poverty is somewhat self-induced, choosing as i have not to commit to a full-time career; but, when i think about it my reasons for that choice are based on a sense of social alienation that i have felt in all of my previous attempts at grown-up employment, never feeling truly comfortable with my alternative identity in jobs dominated by even well-meaning mainstream hetero and/or team-sports, corporate-ladder-consumerist oriented co-workers. too much dealing with unpleasant, unaccountable, and even inept management types has brought me to a point of organizational disillusionment that has left me too exhausted to even consider another foray into that world. is this an issue to be taken up by congress? or a good therapist? at this point i'm hoping time will tell, but it doesn't help when the stories have been coming in about what would appear to be a campaign of harassment involving hundred-something dollar fines levied against peaceful, productive, middle-class citizens who dared to 1> walk their dog off-leash on a frozen lake (me); 2> ride their bike on nicollet mall (my friend boone - did you HEAR THAT??? not a warning but a FINE for NOT burning fossil fuels in rybak's minneapolis!); or 3> going fishing one time with her family, who had a fishing license, because she didn't have an individual license, on a lake where the family has kept a modest cabin for years. (previously mentioned full-time co-worker - again, not a warning, but an immediate fine) ... i tell ya.
it never fails - i splurge on the new york times one time and it changes my life ... also discovered slint and grizzly bear from their article about pitchfork.
speaking of matters of liberty, resistance + revolution ... was encouraged by the times article about the new populism: it seems the democrats are finally coming together around what is beginning to form into a forceful message about social justice and economic equality here at home, addressing the growing sense of middle-class financial insecurity that i have been experiencing and observing for several years now. was hanging out with a friend from work last night who described not being able to make ends meet despite working full-time. (maybe it's because we go out too much?) i have to admit that my own poverty is somewhat self-induced, choosing as i have not to commit to a full-time career; but, when i think about it my reasons for that choice are based on a sense of social alienation that i have felt in all of my previous attempts at grown-up employment, never feeling truly comfortable with my alternative identity in jobs dominated by even well-meaning mainstream hetero and/or team-sports, corporate-ladder-consumerist oriented co-workers. too much dealing with unpleasant, unaccountable, and even inept management types has brought me to a point of organizational disillusionment that has left me too exhausted to even consider another foray into that world. is this an issue to be taken up by congress? or a good therapist? at this point i'm hoping time will tell, but it doesn't help when the stories have been coming in about what would appear to be a campaign of harassment involving hundred-something dollar fines levied against peaceful, productive, middle-class citizens who dared to 1> walk their dog off-leash on a frozen lake (me); 2> ride their bike on nicollet mall (my friend boone - did you HEAR THAT??? not a warning but a FINE for NOT burning fossil fuels in rybak's minneapolis!); or 3> going fishing one time with her family, who had a fishing license, because she didn't have an individual license, on a lake where the family has kept a modest cabin for years. (previously mentioned full-time co-worker - again, not a warning, but an immediate fine) ... i tell ya.
it never fails - i splurge on the new york times one time and it changes my life ... also discovered slint and grizzly bear from their article about pitchfork.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
did i ever 'blog about the internet jukeboxes in waikiki? the ones that allow you to find and play pretty much any song you can think of? dangerous. cleared the room at the maddog saloon when i played the 10-minute remix of lcd soundsystem's "yr city's a sucker" over new year's - it was during the day so there weren't that many people to begin with, but seriously, every single person left during the song, including the bartender - except one guy, who applauded loud, slow and pointedly when it was finally over. beware.
BATTLES show on wednesday rocked - went stag, which i think was the key to its success, allowing me to bike hardcore down lake street / up cedar and to enjoy the show on my own time / terms. the fact my now-legendary 7th-caller skills got me in for free courtesy of radio k probably didn't hurt either. (did you hear her shout out congrats to 'tom-A-hawk in uptown' ??? i think it helped that i paid into my karma by giving $20 for their emergency pledge drive june 29th...) smoked up before the show and was psyched to discover POS' punk outfit BUILDING BETTER BOMBS was the 1st opening act! i bet kdogg was jealous =) someone actually asked pos where they were from. i wish i'd told pos to ask that person where he was from. next up was SINGER, who fed my recent psychedelic jones with heavy jammy rawk. ducked out to smoke up again before the headliners went on and pos walked by, lookin at me like he knew what i was up to ... BATTLES dominated with their solid, stoney wall of math-noise (one of them is from don cab - the main guy who played his guitar frets and keyboard simultaneously), their hit 'atlas' was a joyous, transcendent, almost levitating experience. whoo!
so al franken's fundraising has made him a force to be reckoned with in the senate race - regardless of whether i think he's carpetbagging or not, i support him if only strategically, as a democrat who actually has a chance to oust bush lapdog coleman; plus, i witnessed franken shake my birthday bro kevin's hand at this year's gay pride parade. there was something about that moment besides the obvious that made me wish i'd gotten a photo of it - it was probably kevin's poise and just-so hair, but it seemed iconic, like that classic shot of a young bill clinton shaking hands with jfk...
it's been a full-on 60's revival around here the last few days: got csn/y's 1st album and 'so far' plus a best of buffalo springfield collection, all on vinyl, and was cranking them last night, followed by my entire i-tunes joni mitchell collection bringin me into the 70's. also got me down to cheapo's relatively new vinyl basement for the 1st time, which is kind of like going back in time itself, mainly because of the prehistoric environment they built around the stairs, but i have to say i was impressed with their refined curatorial approach ... it was rolling stone's flashback 1967 issue that got me goin, learning more about the era and the bands suddenly brought all this music, which otherwise had all seemed so cliched and almost depressing to me, vibrantly back to life - a welcome, exuberant, earnest, EMOTIONAL alternative to my splintered, cynical indie dance/rock exhaustion. maybe also at its root is the undeniable similarity between our times and the vietnam era ... stop, children - what's that sound? love is coming to us all.
while i'm catching up on odds + ends, and to follow up on posting my new musical creations, and speaking of lcd soundsystem, i realize i never posted the short film my myspace bud aj inspired me to make right before the world came back to life this spring:
BATTLES show on wednesday rocked - went stag, which i think was the key to its success, allowing me to bike hardcore down lake street / up cedar and to enjoy the show on my own time / terms. the fact my now-legendary 7th-caller skills got me in for free courtesy of radio k probably didn't hurt either. (did you hear her shout out congrats to 'tom-A-hawk in uptown' ??? i think it helped that i paid into my karma by giving $20 for their emergency pledge drive june 29th...) smoked up before the show and was psyched to discover POS' punk outfit BUILDING BETTER BOMBS was the 1st opening act! i bet kdogg was jealous =) someone actually asked pos where they were from. i wish i'd told pos to ask that person where he was from. next up was SINGER, who fed my recent psychedelic jones with heavy jammy rawk. ducked out to smoke up again before the headliners went on and pos walked by, lookin at me like he knew what i was up to ... BATTLES dominated with their solid, stoney wall of math-noise (one of them is from don cab - the main guy who played his guitar frets and keyboard simultaneously), their hit 'atlas' was a joyous, transcendent, almost levitating experience. whoo!
so al franken's fundraising has made him a force to be reckoned with in the senate race - regardless of whether i think he's carpetbagging or not, i support him if only strategically, as a democrat who actually has a chance to oust bush lapdog coleman; plus, i witnessed franken shake my birthday bro kevin's hand at this year's gay pride parade. there was something about that moment besides the obvious that made me wish i'd gotten a photo of it - it was probably kevin's poise and just-so hair, but it seemed iconic, like that classic shot of a young bill clinton shaking hands with jfk...
it's been a full-on 60's revival around here the last few days: got csn/y's 1st album and 'so far' plus a best of buffalo springfield collection, all on vinyl, and was cranking them last night, followed by my entire i-tunes joni mitchell collection bringin me into the 70's. also got me down to cheapo's relatively new vinyl basement for the 1st time, which is kind of like going back in time itself, mainly because of the prehistoric environment they built around the stairs, but i have to say i was impressed with their refined curatorial approach ... it was rolling stone's flashback 1967 issue that got me goin, learning more about the era and the bands suddenly brought all this music, which otherwise had all seemed so cliched and almost depressing to me, vibrantly back to life - a welcome, exuberant, earnest, EMOTIONAL alternative to my splintered, cynical indie dance/rock exhaustion. maybe also at its root is the undeniable similarity between our times and the vietnam era ... stop, children - what's that sound? love is coming to us all.
while i'm catching up on odds + ends, and to follow up on posting my new musical creations, and speaking of lcd soundsystem, i realize i never posted the short film my myspace bud aj inspired me to make right before the world came back to life this spring:
Friday, July 13, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
was feeling very laurel canyon this morning, playing my acoustic guitar and singing as the cool summer sun fluttered leafy shadows on my shuttered white window blinds. thinking about the two neighborhood house parties i attended this weekend, like david crosby going to joni mitchell's, wandering from the hot + steamy art geek dance party friday night at darcy’s-on-the-mall, to saturday night’s dudewarming for the 24 year old rockers who just moved in next door ... slept for 15 hours last night, a nap that continued through the evening’s storm + rain, which led to my early morning wakeful trance and sank back into sleep again, creating amazing dreams before i rose ending with a snippet of a diva dance song i unearthed from my subconscious, an angelic voice gently waking me with the words don’t waste your time ... open your eyes to me ... echoing through my head as i got up and started to walk around sometime before 8 a.m.
rode my bike down to the east shore of lake calhoun to see fireworks on 4th of july, the minikahda club does the main display from their perch on the west shore; plus hopkins, saint louis park, and edina’s shows can also be seen from north to south right above the same treeline. very smalltown-in-the-city, very neighborhoody, very nice.
barack obama worked out at the downtown yw (where i work - and work out - sometimes) in a surprise visit 1st thing in the morning a couple saturdays ago - i was not there to meet him, but my co-worker na’il, who was subbing for that shift and pissed about having to work so early, got to shake his hand. and i got to shake the hand of na’il ...
maybe the laurel canyon vibe started when i recorded a new song recently w/ baby: a dirty, scratchy, grungy version of my most recent original ‘at the foot of the mountain theater’ - it’s a folkie americana-inspired bit of revisionist patriotism that you can hear, along with my 1st mac recording ‘self is just a concept’ at my new myspace artist page ... ! please keep in mind that these are very rough drafts of the type of music i would like to make, so tell me what you think - and be kind...
rode my bike down to the east shore of lake calhoun to see fireworks on 4th of july, the minikahda club does the main display from their perch on the west shore; plus hopkins, saint louis park, and edina’s shows can also be seen from north to south right above the same treeline. very smalltown-in-the-city, very neighborhoody, very nice.
barack obama worked out at the downtown yw (where i work - and work out - sometimes) in a surprise visit 1st thing in the morning a couple saturdays ago - i was not there to meet him, but my co-worker na’il, who was subbing for that shift and pissed about having to work so early, got to shake his hand. and i got to shake the hand of na’il ...
maybe the laurel canyon vibe started when i recorded a new song recently w/ baby: a dirty, scratchy, grungy version of my most recent original ‘at the foot of the mountain theater’ - it’s a folkie americana-inspired bit of revisionist patriotism that you can hear, along with my 1st mac recording ‘self is just a concept’ at my new myspace artist page ... ! please keep in mind that these are very rough drafts of the type of music i would like to make, so tell me what you think - and be kind...
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
got a haircut from kelly last thursday in prep for PRIDE 07: uptown pride @ blb on friday w/ kung, bob mould impressing solo, doing lots of classics - wishing well, hoover dam, celebrated summer - and showin off a nicely buffed-up gay rugby type bod! i wonder if he wears a speedo to da beach these days ... skipped da eagle block party saturday, then back to the salon y’all for traditional sunday brunch mimosas + parade viewing @ da shOp - thanx ’n thanx kelly! we gays love us our traditions, and the christmas-in-june holiday way pride has of getting you back together w/ your dearest, if not nearest, longtime queer kin is not only a big heartwarming party, but also very important for our community, for obvious reasons ... we made out way down to the festival in loring park, partied w/ lots of dudes i never get a chance to hang out with anymore - loved playing ‘do not feed the bears’ w/ shirtless tony l on the other side of the chain link fence @ da beer garden, shirtless brad n swelled the bear contingent before we all took off together for the saloon block party, where brad heckled da kine esera into taking HIS shirt off for the last song in his set, which was surprisingly good! i was also impressed by brad’s influence from the audience - kung + i never considered trying to get bob to take his shirt off on friday night... but then i guess pride magic tends to build over the weekend, peaking on sunday night, when esera was wearing the exact same olive-grey nautica cargo shorts that i’ve been workin for the last 2 years both here + in hawai’i, which to me indicates a cosmic connection: several times during his performance he was looking directly at and singing only for shirtless, plastic-flower-rainbow-lei-wearin tom-A-hawk ... the party progressed into a tank-top-burned, bud-soaked bacchanal. esera gamely flirted back w/ me here and there as the sun went down, serving w/ bob as a nice big bookend to my plus-sized sweaty gay rockstar pride. next up: bastille day block party at cafe barbette - sunday july 15! HAPPY SUMMER!!!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
thawk + bob blob @ uptown pride ... thanx to kung for taking the photo, full pride 07 rundown coming soon!
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
checkin in on a sultry midsummer’s eve, tom-A-hawk reporting that summer is in full swing. big summer weather continues with lots of walks to lake calhoun with seger + i wading along the shoreline from 32nd street beach to the boat landing, made my 1st bike trip to twin lake in i don’t know how long last monday - always forget what a great ride that is. hennepin / lake wine tasting a week ago was a smash - maybe not quite as many cute boys as in the past but as our friend mark likes to say: it only takes one... [mark met up w/ me and my new bud boone under the tent with an icy martini in his hand] ...and there was one, best of show edgy blond caveman and my current favorite member at the gym where i work - plus i got to chat him up, and he was nice! oh yes, the wine ... i decided to focus on new zealand sauvignon blancs as a starting point, chose the NOBILO ICON as the winner before i moved on from trying to focus on anything. first selection to knock my socks off was a fair trade red repped by - who else - fetching retro-hip wine guy BRAD from back in the day: the smoky, smoky CALESA CARMENERE, + i enthusiatically seconded boone’s top pick, the LOUIS B. MARTINI 2001 MONTE ROSSO CABERNET. my friend chris took enough time off from ripping on my haircut (or lack thereof) to tip me off about the 1999 VEUVE available for sampling; thom pham was there, and judging by how he was dressed i’d say he’s single again. towards the end of the event label art and other subjective qualities became the main deciding factors over what we chose to taste: boone tried a portuguese red with roosters on the label because he was born in the year of the rooster, i tried a south african red called THE WOLF TRAP that happened to be sitting right next to it because i was born in the year of the dog. the rest of my selections had already become a blur to me by the end of the evening, but walking away with an exhaustive, annotated list is not my goal at this event - it simply serves to rekindle my enthusiasm and appreciation of wine in general, and inspires me to branch out and try something new, like when i went back to hennepin / lake a few days later and was led around the corner to a section i never browse in my search for the nobilo, where i returned yesterday and found the CASA LAPOSTOLLE SAUVIGNON BLANC - 14.5% alcohol content! the magic was confirmed when i crossed the street to finally get myself some new bumble + bumble shampoo + conditioner and what is sitting behind the counter at jon charles salon but a big case of the same stuff i had in my hand.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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Sunday, May 20, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
woke up thursday morning hung over from the fujiya + miyagi / peter bjorn + john show @ 1st ave the night before. stayed in bed even after the coffee was brewed, finished reading 'tapping the source' ... by the time i got out of bed the book's noir mood seeped into my psyche, followed me around the streets of south minneapolis, propelled me in steve's truck as i went to our old diner for breakfast, bought a manual push mower at nicollet hardware. thinking about last night's party - fujiya + miyagi got me boogyin!, the neighborhood - dan + kathy are still working the counter at 'our kitchen'! couldn't tell if they recognized this big surfer boy or not as i ate my 2 eggs toast + hashbrowns w/ tabasco. thinking about how much i've grown away from the minneapolis and the tom-A-hawk of 10 years ago, i experienced the unmistakable kem nunn-esque pull of wondering: this feeling, is this what it feels like to be losing myself - or finding myself? i'd been digging dandelions for the last three days, and thursday, my day off, with temps in the 80's - spring turned into summer and it was time to mow.
revolting queers party at the organ house [< hey look it's tom-A-hawk!] a couple weekends ago. was a scene: plenty of minneapolis art school scenesters, all riding their skinny road bikes, rows and rows of them all locked together, like amsterdam. saw THREE great bands between 11-1: reverse church, a band in the amityville horror room in the basement - maybe 1st communion afterparty? teen eagle? then mute era back up in the living room - tha kids were moshing! there was crowd surfing! didn't get right into the pit because i was like at least 1.5 times as big as anyone in there, so i guarded the perimeter, stomping away, sometimes holding up the whole crowd from falling over all by myself. missed gay beast cuz i had to be up early for work.
last weekend was high spring with trees covered in nothing but blossoms, lilac liqueur filling the air for the mayday parade. had kim over for pasta party dinner saturday night, had kung over sunday morning for a pre-parade brunch w/ mimosas (1/2 italian bubbly, 1/2 fresh-squeezed oj, w/ a splash of pomegranate cherry mmm ...) and a frittata. mayday pics up on my flickr...
revolting queers party at the organ house [< hey look it's tom-A-hawk!] a couple weekends ago. was a scene: plenty of minneapolis art school scenesters, all riding their skinny road bikes, rows and rows of them all locked together, like amsterdam. saw THREE great bands between 11-1: reverse church, a band in the amityville horror room in the basement - maybe 1st communion afterparty? teen eagle? then mute era back up in the living room - tha kids were moshing! there was crowd surfing! didn't get right into the pit because i was like at least 1.5 times as big as anyone in there, so i guarded the perimeter, stomping away, sometimes holding up the whole crowd from falling over all by myself. missed gay beast cuz i had to be up early for work.
last weekend was high spring with trees covered in nothing but blossoms, lilac liqueur filling the air for the mayday parade. had kim over for pasta party dinner saturday night, had kung over sunday morning for a pre-parade brunch w/ mimosas (1/2 italian bubbly, 1/2 fresh-squeezed oj, w/ a splash of pomegranate cherry mmm ...) and a frittata. mayday pics up on my flickr...
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
checkin out the sunny lunch hour crowd from dunn's nicollet mall ... sending good vibes out to mr. dusty, who is probably right now crossing from the north american coast out over the vast pacific. i talked him into buying one of those cheap tickets to honolulu to stay with steve at the condo for 10 days. (i almost went too but i really can't afford it yet - i'm on the last day of a 12-day work marathon right now.) so he gets there on mayday, which is lei day in hawai'i, and will be there for boy's day (may 5), and if that isn't perfect enough, looks like the first south swell of the summer, which i believe is known as the "mother's day swell," is rolling into waikiki as we speak. almost four years after buying the condo, one of our friends is finally going to visit ... e hele holoholo hawa'i kane!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
[written on sunday 4/22, just getting around to posting it today - i'm in the middle of a 13-day work marathon...]
following the spirit of kdogg's advice on my myspace comments ... the radio k top 7 is rockin my solo sunday brunch. hearing all kinds of early-90's sounds in 2day's hitz: belly, velocity girl; and, literally, low. but the real music for channeling spring magic is animal collective and their side project panda bear.
last saturday at work mary the maintenance lady came to the membership desk to show a polaroid she had taken recently of a wild turkey that had wandered into her yard in minneapolis' gritty, urban phillips neighborhood. this did not prevent kung and i from being surprised that monday - the day of the virginia tech shootings - to see a tall, grim-reaperesque turkey trotting nonchalantly through the grounds in front of mctc on hennepin avenue downtown. in all our years in the twin cities neither mary, nor kung, nor i had ever heard of wild turkeys in the urban core. the following days found me surprisingly affected by the shock of monday's news, and i KNOW i know i know that this is only a coincidence, but that knowledge did not prevent a chill from going down my spine when i learned that virginia tech's mascot is a turkey.
following the spirit of kdogg's advice on my myspace comments ... the radio k top 7 is rockin my solo sunday brunch. hearing all kinds of early-90's sounds in 2day's hitz: belly, velocity girl; and, literally, low. but the real music for channeling spring magic is animal collective and their side project panda bear.
last saturday at work mary the maintenance lady came to the membership desk to show a polaroid she had taken recently of a wild turkey that had wandered into her yard in minneapolis' gritty, urban phillips neighborhood. this did not prevent kung and i from being surprised that monday - the day of the virginia tech shootings - to see a tall, grim-reaperesque turkey trotting nonchalantly through the grounds in front of mctc on hennepin avenue downtown. in all our years in the twin cities neither mary, nor kung, nor i had ever heard of wild turkeys in the urban core. the following days found me surprisingly affected by the shock of monday's news, and i KNOW i know i know that this is only a coincidence, but that knowledge did not prevent a chill from going down my spine when i learned that virginia tech's mascot is a turkey.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
e komo mai spring! finally hit yesterday w/ temps in the high 60's, literal CROWDS of people on the trails around lake calhoun when i walked down there w/ seger, who is so very happy. the feeling of lightness and elation grew today as i dusted + busted out my bike, got my taxes in the mail and cruized the DUDES in uptown. took seger back to the sparkling lake where we both dipped our feet in the clear, cold water. uptown hipsters were out in force on alt bikes, wispy mohawks and the like fluttering in the breeze of motion, wan hair finally breathing free after a cold season of confinement under quirky caps. today is the day steve would usually be home from hawai'i to do his taxes, but he and his tax guy figured out a way to do them over the phone to allow him to stay and keep working on that awesome remodel job - so he can make some money to pay taxes on next year. so we're sailing into a new era of tom-A-hawk solo. spring has also brought renewed pangs of missing kdogg, but lo + behold i return from the lake to find a fresh spring mix from kdig hisself sprouting out of my mailbox! [incl bole 2 harlem, the ponys, ghostland observatory, homeliss derelix, amadou + mariam, and illinois ... thanx K!!!] as the world thaws magic is flowing, the bunny has returned to the garden and i am even somewhat overwhelmed by it all. to celebrate and channel the mana, the traditional tax day party will go ahead in stevie + kdogg's honor: this time w/ kung + his boyz @ an open bar party tonite @ temple. c u there!
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
a belated happy easter story for you: there’s a bunny that’s been hanging out in our garden; regularly, and in the same spot. was very eastery this weekend until i forgot about it and took one bigboy tom-A-hawk hOp, from the last step on the deck to the sidewalk in the backyard while i was sayin goodbye after a little party w/ dustin on saturday - and scared it away. was hoppin, i mean hopin it would come back but i never saw it again, until i kicked a lawnchair off the deck this morning (i had my reasons) and scared it away again. tom-A-hawk! but it didn’t run all the way out of the yard this time, it stayed and i think gave me a little attitude even. which i believe is progress. [easter sunday i kept my phone off, played guitar, did qi gong + caught up w/ my fambly on da landline. then i went to kung's for drunken ham leftovers.]
whoa i’m still hangin on to hawaiian time bigtime + i’ve been back for a almost a week. sleeping til noon - noon-thirty. tried my hardest to go to sleep at a reasonable hour last night (11:00) and get up at a more respectable local hour this morning - i did better but i still slept until 10:30. and since it’s been kind of a nonstop party since i got back last wednesday i’m trying my hardest to stay in tonight - it’s freezing rain out there! it’s tuesday! but it IS $1 beer night at the eagle...
whoa i’m still hangin on to hawaiian time bigtime + i’ve been back for a almost a week. sleeping til noon - noon-thirty. tried my hardest to go to sleep at a reasonable hour last night (11:00) and get up at a more respectable local hour this morning - i did better but i still slept until 10:30. and since it’s been kind of a nonstop party since i got back last wednesday i’m trying my hardest to stay in tonight - it’s freezing rain out there! it’s tuesday! but it IS $1 beer night at the eagle...
Friday, April 06, 2007
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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
last week was doors, doors, doors at work - got 'em all done and installed 2 of 3 upper cabinets before friday, my last day on the job (for now). surfed pops again thursday before work, canoes friday morning. much mahalos to kevin + frank for fireworks, honolulu city lights and dinner at their place up in st. louis heights on friday - nice to meet bob + hans, who publishes da kine mag + had copies of their 100th issue pre-release-hot off the press. after classic saturday morning westerns we let kurty take us out to aina haina. met up in the da water w/ jimmy + his boyz for a fun sesh on a new break: waves were nice + big (most 2 big 4 me!) - hung out on the shoulder, got some very fun carvin lefts. aloha kurty surf club dinner party at ken+ken's sat nite - he's moving to portland OR - wot's up w/ dat? love da smoking lounge retreat parties in ken's bedroom, where this time ken read a very satisfying passage out of a kem nunn surf noir, the dogs of winter ... "The first big swell came early that year, a gift before Christmas, wrapped in cloud..." [he's got me reading tapping the source - i guess kem nunn is working on a show for hbo or something. also, surf bud jake has me reading the surfing detective series - maxin out on surf lit!] no surf yesterday or today, goin to myevolution at da maddog saloon tonight, 1 more surf n da a.m. den pau.
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