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Thursday, January 18th, 2007
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Half a world away lyrics by R.E.M.
This could be the saddest dusk
I’ve ever seen
Turn to a miracle
High alive
My mind is racing
As it always will
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Friday, January 5th, 2007
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Sunday, December 10th, 2006
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My explorations of San Jose begin anew...
I tried the manju shop in San Jose's Japantown. It was a friendly place, and the gathered manju looked like little doughy jewels in the pink box they used. Alas that I found the taste of them to be not palatable.
New taste experiences seem to keep daunting me. From the persimmon I didn't let ripen enough (ahhh! astringent!) to the "odd coconut and... yellow confetti like substance I can not identify" pastry this morning from the Vietnamese bakery. On a side note, the Viet coffee there was quite tasty... perhaps something to drink on a cool morning walk down fourth street and past the odd steeple of the Der Wienerschnitzel.
The treats are visually quite pleasing. Some of them I think I will continue to look at from afar. My wanderings will continue...
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Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
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| Subject: | Why not? I'll meme along on this one... thanks, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) shutt3rg33k |
| Time: | 9:07 pm. |
| Mood: |  contemplative. |
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Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a journal entry with six random facts about yourself. Then, pick six of your friends and tag them; no tag backs. This explanation should be included.( random fact meme... )
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Monday, November 20th, 2006
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The time has come to leave Vallejo.
The hand crossbow is in a bucket, alligators and ducks are in old trenchcoat pockets, and my tea collection is bagged up and ready to go.
I'm going to go live in a secret garden in the South bay, where possums march across rooftops, black squirells have gang wars over persimmons, and the olive trees are probably at least a century old. I plan on learning to bake gingerbread cookies, and giving up the illusion that I'm anything but a fictional character let loose on this world.
Goodbye, beautiful napa river!
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Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
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Last night I got to see the show Heroes, which like Lost is making me happy these days with engaging and complex storylines. I am also unhappy what exposing myself to mainstream US TV programming does in regards to the amount of commercials I have to ignore (the last figure I heard regarding US primetime was roughly 46 minutes out of the hour of actual programming, versus 57 from some of my favorite BBC shows, but I digress..)
If you had super hearing, you would have been able to hear some of the last of my youthful political idealism being strangled on the 680 South this morning ( ... I cut because I care )
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Friday, October 20th, 2006
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[12:45] kv_blackandgold: Phoenix you know what you need now instead of a hat?
[12:45] kv_blackandgold: you need some bling.
[12:46] kv_blackandgold: mexicans just look good in bling mang.
[12:46] mistb1ade: only if its a silver chain belt that can turn into a serpent when I throw it on the ground
[12:46] kv_blackandgold: that is a good form of bling
[12:46] kv_blackandgold: but let's start witha golden ahnk
[12:46] mistb1ade: I'd also accept an ivory skull on an obsidian cane
[12:46] kv_blackandgold: .... sweet
[12:47] kv_blackandgold: that would be pimp
[12:47] kv_blackandgold: and it will have a weapon in it, like a blowgun or a stabomancy wand
[12:47] kv_blackandgold: er knife
[12:47] mistb1ade: yes.
[12:49] mistb1ade: I also want a chrome plated pocket watch that runs in metric time, so my fearsome view of the future and the past can not even be conceived of by other minds.
[12:53] mistb1ade: in the future, artificial intelligence won't be affected by the opinions of a bunch of scruffy bipeds in the desert some thousands of years ago. Unix time began counting in metric time since Jan 1, 1970. Everything before that date the machine mind will simply reckon a feeble age of organic sentience.
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Friday, October 13th, 2006
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The good
It is Friday, and I get to go play DDR before I drive an hour and a half (or longer) home in Friday night traffic
The bad
Yesterday's car accident. I am physically fine, and my car is not. My dear red car and I, which got me through so much, will part ways on the morrow, I think.
The geeky
On Sunday I get to play Shadowrun (first time in 15 years or so) with some of my favorite people. I am going to be an uraban shaman with a Black Squirrel totem. I will be all about inner city parks, stale popcorn and a hairstyle that can't be contained. Here is my inspiriation:
http://www.scarysquirrel.org/special/attack/mtview/
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4489792.stm
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Thursday, September 28th, 2006
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My head is swimming in excel sheets and post chili infused thai lunch food coma...
I keep overhearing strange things here. Through my headphones, a distant co-worker sounded like Kermit the frog (original Muppet Show era), when I heard him trying to calm someone down "I think I see what the problem is... We just need to get the list and the reference sheet from.... wahhhh! everyone! it's almost time for the next skit! places! places! wahhhh!"
You just got goth-served!
Before I forget, a moment in the office kitchen earlier this week with me bleary-eyed, queueing up for coffee:
Awesome Programmer- "Ah, you approach the altar, for the elixer of life"
Phoenix- (nods slowly)
AP- "We need it. The bitterness of coffee reminds us of the bitterness of life"
Phoenix- (ever the faithful straight man) "You... don't use sugar?"
AP- (grimly,as he leaves) "No."
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Friday, September 22nd, 2006
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Friday at last, says the working Phoenix.
This morning, at 11am I overheard the end of a conversation between two humans...
"giant, giant, pulsating brain..."
(both of them laugh in an affected manner)
"uh, huh huh heh hnnnn"
....My morning got less surreal after that, as I made my way downtown for lunch.
Ahh, and the crepes from Farmer's Market never disappoint. As an added bonus, I got to meet the ever-dashing vudubelle, and we fully surveyed the fine cookie selection, runaway eggplants from produce stalls, and baked goods vendors with enticing free samples.
A small dog was wearing a shirt saying "love not bite", and for a moment I wondered if that dog imagined himself far away, bounding over fields while chasing humans that look like his owners, but dipped in bbq sauce.
I don't know, but it sure was a great day to be out at the market.
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Monday, August 28th, 2006
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| Time: | 12:01 pm. |
| Mood: |  sleepy. |
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If I had a dollar for every time I heard someone say "If I had a dollar for every time ...", I would buy a t-shirt that said "I heart aphorisms"
I would probably get a slice of pie, also.
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Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006
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...and so I come ashore in the South Bay again.
I will begin working in San Jose in two weeks!
Between now and then, I shall be doing lots of stuff. I shall buy an iron. I shall pack away my pirate shirts. I shall find very specific people and have very specific drinks with them. I will move to the South Bay.. somewhere.. at some point... in a month or two... most likely. Of this - I am certain.
My hermitage in Vallejo ends on a Woden's Evening,in a rush of enchiladas and House reruns.
So mote it be.
(there's guacamole, too! guacamole of victory!)
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Thursday, July 20th, 2006
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In the near future, a terrible crises will occur. Technology columnists and obscure bloggers will finally run out of clever acronyms, having exhausted the world's supply. In an unfortunate bit of synchronicity, graphic designers at tv stations in charge of 24 hour news headlines will mentally break down, unable to come up with any more dramatic looking logos for the various calamities in our time.
This will result in new social networking systems being powered by things called "BXLARGTHROTTL" and the like, and us watching the evening news and seeing the American South East being ravaged by a large mauve splotch over Florida reading "Big Swirly Storm Thing 2009".
In other news, I started drinking coffee again this morning.
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I know I've said this before, but this is the Best. Thing. Ever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMZPtfUOwO4
Lordi, Winners of the Eurovision Contest
This song includes the line that starts "On the Day of Rockening..."
Do I really need to convince you any more?
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I'm not sure why my own bad poetry and food are the primary things that motivate me to post...
After wondering about how many calories my yummy morning burrito from TJ's was, I sauntered over to the fridge and saw it was 310 calories.... for *half a burrito*
I am sure weird serving sizes have been a universal rant of almost everyone at one point or another, but really... does anyone know why they do that?
Sure, I could see only going through half a burrito if I was down on the mission, full of freshly made chips, tomatillo salsa and a Corona or two. That thin little yellow paper wrapped bean-laden microwave breakfast bar has nothing on me, though! Hah!
Today- outrage at burritos in Vallejo
tune in next week when our hero rallies against the vagaries of expiration dates on dairy products at corner markets... aka SWEET MOTHER OF BOG, SOMEONE HIRE ME BEFORE I START ALPHABETIZING MY T-SHIRT COLLECTION
on the up side, I have time to learn about things like gay manatees.
I am *so* glad I have game this weekend....
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Time for a break from the job hunt for making Haiku!
Vallejo springtime
riverside road now baking
it smells like burning
the napa river
a confused possum circles
I want more juice drink
if I am undead
and coffee revives my form
is it then holy?
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For those of you interested in the little known practices of the peasant folk of the North bay...
Apparently, spring is the season in my corner of Vallejo (technically "Vallejo Heights" if you look at the map) in which to begin to fry, or deep fry, or somehow greasily incinerate some very strange smelling meat. Judging from the smells that are wafting out of the vent from my chronically cigarette smoking downstairs neighbors, I can only presume it is some variety of evil swamp-bred skankbeast they have chosen as their meal for 5 nights or so running.
Continuing on the cullinary ephipiny theme:
1- I have discovered lemon soda is kind of a neat thing to throw in my stir frys.
2- I am now out of lemon soda.
Also, here is Darth Vader vs. the japanese police, parts one and two-
http://www.devilducky.com/media/44186/
http://www.devilducky.com/media/44300/
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Thursday, April 13th, 2006
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Just some notes from the field.
Helicopters are flying over the field across from my home and scanning the riverside, looking for someone who just robbed the local liquor store. My roommate is singing "its.. a MAN HUNT" to the tune of "Its peanut butter-Jelly time". He's ready for zombie attacks, you know.
A few days ago I sold a fine collection of game books in order to help keep myself afloat. I am attempting one last big push to try and find work in the bay area before I pack up and head back to Los Angeles. A long time ago, I wanted to have a vast collection of books and a room of a home that would be a library. Now, I must get ready for more immediate possibilities of packing.
It is one less box of books to move later.
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mistb1ade: My lily white hands of an office worker may feel the sting of labor such as my Hispanic brethren in the great Empire of California have known. My skin will not burn against the sun's rays, though! I may have walked the streets and goth clubs as a child of the moon, but my blood burns with the memory of the sun and the desert wind!!!!
mistb1ade: (I am way too sober to be acting like this)
kv_blackandgold: lemme catch up
kv_blackandgold: yeah man you gotta toughen up those perfume and lotion scented hands
kv_blackandgold: bring the inner mexican out ... you are only part spanish my friend ... the blood of the sun gods is in your veins!
kv_blackandgold: not the catholic robed prophets that demand worship ... on your knees! like slaves!
mistb1ade: It has always been a harsh land. Under any master, the dirt has drunk sweat and blood.
mistb1ade: And you know what? The earth here is fertile.
mistb1ade: We live in God's country, my friend.
kv_blackandgold: God's? or Gods' ?
mistb1ade: (aw snap I'm half laughing and half choking on my mango! my blasphemy! *coughs, eyes watering*)
kv_blackandgold: don't die from a mango man ... if a mango kills you what will we put on your gravestone?
mistb1ade: "What bullets and swords could not do, orange pulpy benediction has. His velvet cloak shall not be worn again."
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Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
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In the kitchen my meal awaits me. I made it. I operated the stove and everything. I am just waiting for some complimentary veggie patties to heat up.
At some point I stopped trying to cook. I used to make salads, and even things like borscht and vegtable and mashed potato casserole thingies form time to time. Over the past year my food has been unvariably take-out, or microwave or toaster oven fare.
Something happened in my brain, and I decided to make the frozen noodle and veggie bag I got from Trader Joe's a rather long time ago. It started off well, then I noticed the ingredients for the sauce were in fact a chicken base, and it also had anchovy in it. So, I had to go it alone as far as sauce went. This is where the fun began
I am the true inheriter of the Akane style school of cooking martial arts. SPICE RACK! Basically, if it was near me, it went in. Paprika, garlic salt, honey, Sambuka, rasberry-chili vinegrette. It all went in.
I learned some things-
1. Make sure you look at which side of the Garlic salt you are opening. One side is good for shaking over the pan. The other side is not. This is what began my extensive flavor modifications on the dish.
2. Those little thai noodles break easily when I swooshed them around the pan while cooking.
I know for any self sufficient human being who is not fascinated by the process of boiling water, this all seems rather pitiful. But for me, it involved two pans, a measuring cup, a sense of panic, and hopefully satisfaction in about 2 minutes from now.
Phoenix's Cooking skill has gone up by one point! (maybe)
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cold.
busy.
full.
giddy.
hungry.