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September 27, 2005

Post season blues

While fully recognizing that no one who reads this blog cares, I have to lament the Oakland A's elimination from the post-season. I seek consolation in the improbable Mets (?!) escape from the cellar of their division.

I do know that many sex-positive readers of Lunamania would care to hear about a new performance art project called The Strap-On Monologues. I think the artists are still collecting interviews, but I can't wait to see it. Brilliant.

Now how's that? Go find another blog entry that talks about the A's, Mets and strap-ons in the same entry.

September 25, 2005

Feeling old and vanilla

The APEN event was a small and intimate affair at Pusod--an EJ friendly filipino art space in Bezerekely. The food was incredible and the crowd was groovy. Yuri inspired and I embraced that I am an Old Guy.

I played a bit of music and was approached by the cheery young women from APEN's organizing project in the Richmond. They asked me if I had any slow jams/R&B they could rehearse for their own event in a few months. I had a weird flashback to a gig Anthony, Lisa and I did where a bunch of rude people accosted the DJ booth demanding "some gansta shit. When we politely asked what they would like to hear one of the responses was, "eminem." Needless to say, they did not get what they wanted.

Anyway, I was happy to dig around for some slow jams for their cause. I run through a list of classics -- some de Barge? (blank stare) Marvin? (blank stare coupled with raised eyebrow) Mary J? (vague flicker of recognition) MARIAH (uh...no) ok, everybody knows Alicia Keyes right? Apparently too young for stuff from her first album. Which was when I had the crazy realization that Lauryn Hill would be way ahead of their time too. We settled on some Usher, but after two tracks I had to intervene. After some initial non-enthusiasm, they got into You're All I need --the Puffy, Method Man remix. And then really got into Brownstone's If You Love Me. Hello, 1994. Despite being sent to the AARP website, I had a great time and even got invited to spin at their event. If I do that, I might actually have to go buy a recent record or two.

After an evening of being the fuddy duddy, I strolled the Folsom street fair with Leather Monkey, Christine, Hyon Mi and Joo Hyun. We figured visitors in town warranted some ogling at hairy men in leather. Although Joo Hyun noted a number of waxed men too. The crotch pouches, whips, booths for dungeonbeds.com, and the guy having his nipples yanked by chains while being roped to a gate all made me feel plain ol' vanilla. Which leads me to my next wholesome Sunday activity--reading the sunday paper.

September 24, 2005

Down with the bosses

boo! boo!

I was trying to get my act together to join the San Francisco anti-war protest this afternoon. I didn't make it, but in some cosmically connected sense I feel like I was able to participate via cell phone vibes projected from here to Washington DC and back to San Francisco. How? Via Alba and Amy who called from DC this morning to give me the opportunity to join them in shouting explitives at the White House. Anyway.

Tonight I am spinning for the Asian Pacific Environmental Network's fundraiser/event honoring Yuri Kochiyama. I'm telling people to go because it's the only time I share nominal billing with Yuri.

September 21, 2005

Mountain biking is good

After my second attempt at mountain biking, I've decided I might like this. How's that for a resounding YES! I'm going to do 3 more rides before I reach a definitive verdict. 5 is a nice odd number. In the meantime, I've signed up for a free basic bike repair class--because that's the type of weenie I am.
I made a relatively early morning (9:30 start) trek to China Camp this weekend for my second ride. It's this oddl topography defying trail where you climb a mild slope for about 40 minutes and then you have 90 minutes or so of downhill. I likes. I only fell off my bike once--and that was after inadvertendly manuevering a bunch of bumps and coming to a full stop. I keeled over while trying to disengage my toe clips. Hey, it could have been worse.
The whole experience reminds me of snowboarding. It's all about balance and establishing your own comfort level with speed.
Wild life sightings included: a doe, a deer, a female deer and a buck, lizards, and a whole mess of bees.
Stay tuned for more biking fun...or not.

September 17, 2005

Re-vamped photoblog

Photo Weenie has been woefully neglected. I wanted to make it a cleaner site and have been playing with Pixelpost. It's a great photoblogging tool and it's free--at least for the moment. If you are somewhat familiar with CSS and html, you can tweak the templates pretty easily.
ANYWAY, check out the sidebar for new and old pictures or click here.

Blog lag

It's been a minute or so. Highlights since the last entry...

Hamachi Has a Nervous Breakdown. While I was reveling in our stream of houseguests, Mach was freaking out. Her delicate equilibrium was disturbed. She decided peeing over everything in sight would allow her to regain her balance. Soon the entire house smelled like cat pee and eventually wound up at the vet where she got all stressed out and peed all over the vet tech.

Luna Embarks on Yet Another Questionable Adventure. A few weeks ago, The Mountain Bike Monkey and I joined friends on a mountain bike ride in Santa Cruz--see pics here. Check me out in the bike helmut with camel back--I cannot believe my SUPREME GEEKDOM. I'm not the one with the bloodied elbow, but I did manage to fall off my bike more times than anyone over 9 years old ever should. The verdict after my first adventure? Zipping through Rivendale rocked, but being trapped in my pedals sucks. We're heading for Round 2 at China Camp tomorrow. Will report back later.

September 3, 2005

Escape

Jen K. rocks for many reasons--her love of all things gear and of pickled cabbage, her ability to quit smoking AND then train for a marathon, and her appreciation of felines of all stripes. Right now, she rocks for her real person coverage of the Astrodome. Check it out.

September 2, 2005

Hurricane

There are so many things wrong with the media coverage and disaster relief response to Hurricane Katrina that I cannot even begin to vent. Let's just say that:
If 100,000 rich white people were deemed "low mobility" in New Orleans, FEMA, the Department of Homeland Security, Alan Greenspan, and George Bush himself would have strategerized an evacauation plan. In fact, even Dick Cheney would have been involved--just to ensure a huge contract for Halliburton to provide the transport vehicles and undertake the rebuilding.

How incredibly fucked up is it that there were cops stationed on every corner of the French Quarter to protect property while people were still stuck on their rooftops and old ladies in wheelchairs are lying in the street?! This is why in Lunamania corporations do not have more rights than people.

"I hope people don't play politics during this period." HELLLLOOOOOO! This coming from the president made a consciencious choice to gut disaster preparedness and levee maintenance funds while spending to date $191,744,800,000 on the war on Iraq. All this while full well knowing that FEMA had listed the flooding of New Orleans as one of the "top 3 most likeliest disasters." But that's not political.

AND, Bush chuckles as he dreams of sitting on Trent Lott's porch when it's re-built. Dude, does this fool ever stop stumping for those segregationists? I really think this is not the time for Bush to be fantasizing about living some sick antebellum dixieland fanatasy with some man who proudly stood by Strom Thurmond and said, "I want to say this about my state: when Strom Thurmond ran for President, we voted for him. We're proud of it. And if the rest of the country had followed our lead, we wouldn't have had all these problems over all these years, either."

While I spew uselessly, my friend as Escapevelocity has spent the last 12 hours volunteering at the Astrodome. Her account of the day is inspiring, yet a distressing reminder of how the lived experience of people on the ground are so skewed by politicians and the media. It gave me strange 9/11 flashbacks. I was remembering walking around Manhattan and feeling so disconnected from the manufactured patriotic CNN coverage calling for revenge and military responses. I guess just like back then there is so little meaningful coverage of the collective shock, mourning, and the truly newsworthy acts of compassion.
ARGH.