Let this be something to consider for all of you out there thinking about having children.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
How was Alkaline Trio? I wouldn't know.
Let this be something to consider for all of you out there thinking about having children.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Oingo Boingo is the New Metallica
If you have ever walked into a guitar store you know that one thing is inevitable: someone will be playing a Metallica guitar solo at full volume. I would imagine that any second of the day someone is playing the beginning of "Unforgiven" or massacring "One." That's how you impress people in a guitar store.
The other day I was at Guitar Center looking at tons of equipment that I'll never be able to afford when I saw a bespectacled fellow in his early 20's trying out a keyboard. What do you play when you try to impress people of your skills when you're playing the keyboard, the geekiest instrument in the band? "Da da-da da-da-da da." Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo. Oingo Boingo, it's the new Metallica.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Spencer vs. Cable Television--Pt. I
If you are one of the few people in this world that I haven’t bored with my thoughts about cable television, then you are very lucky. Unfortunately, that luck is about to run out:
After living in a cable-less house for 18 years, I was ecstatic to finally have regular MTV access at my first college apartment. So you can imagine how upsetting it was to find that by 1998 the only thing on MTV was Road Rules and Master P’s “Make ‘Em Say Uhhhh” video.
Traci had the opposite experience growing up. The only time that she was stuck with network television was the two years she was at the U. When we got married there was absolutely no money in the budget for cable TV. We inherited a 1983 Zenith television from Traci’s parents and we spent $12 on a bunny-ear antenna.
This set up works okay – if you’re only into watching one channel. We figured that Fox would be our one channel, which explains why we watched the entire season of Paradise Hotel and Joe Millionaire Part 2.
Now that we are slightly less poor (before we become significantly more poor when the baby comes), Traci strongly feels that we need to join the more-than-five-channels world. Apparently she’s tired of having to perfectly position the bunny ears toward the swiftly passing TV waves in order to see anything more than a slightly-decipherable, fuzzy image.
I am not opposed to cable TV. I think it would be nice to watch Sports Center and reruns of Who’s the Boss. Here’s my problem. I don’t really think it’s worth $40+ a month. Since I’m not used to paying for TV, I think that if I started paying now I would feel like I have to come straight home from work everyday and watch TV until I go to bed, you know, so I could get my money’s worth. And somehow, I don’t feel like adding more TV to my social diet is really what I need.
With that said, I’m always working on ways to get cable without having to PAY for cable. With the wonders of the internet, I was sure I’d be able to figure something out. I made some progress - I learned how to download specific shows, but that’s only for network TV. I have tried and tried to find VH1’s Best Week Ever to no avail.
After I moved on from that idea, I started thinking about ways to at least get my network TV to come in clearly. I decided that I needed one of those big antennas that go on the roof. I didn’t really want to go this route because I would have to get the thing attached to my roof and then figure out a way to run the antenna cable into my house without drilling a big hole in my ceiling. But what other choice did I have?
My first stop was Wal-Mart. They didn’t have the roof antennas. I drove across the street to K Mart. Nope. I didn’t dare say to a K Mart employee, “Um, where are your rooftop antennas?” for fear they would answer, “A roof antenna? I don’t think they even make those things any more. Why don’t you just get cable?” I didn’t ask a Wal-Mart employee because I have never once asked a question that hasn’t ended up in the employee saying, “I don’t know, let me ask someone else,” and then this being repeated with three more employees who never know the answer.
When I was sure there was no hope, my television prayers were answered. At this point I must mention that the people that lived in our house before us had DishNetwork. The dish is still on the side of our house. They couldn’t afford the rent, but they could afford the dish. Huh. I was walking down the aisles at Home Depot when I saw that they not only had rooftop antennas, but antennas that fit right onto a satellite dish. I could just clip the antenna on and use the existing cord that goes into our house. Perfect! I gladly shelled out the $75.
I nearly killed myself getting onto the roof and then again as I tried to hook the antenna up to the dish. Traci hollered encouragements like, “Don’t fall off the roof. I don’t want to have a fatherless child.” After I got it hooked up, I almost killed myself getting back off the roof.
I went into house and thought that the only thing left to do was plug the TV into the satellite box. I went to hall closet and opened the top drawer, where the box had been sitting for the last three years. Not there. Not there? Where could it be? My heart dropped. I vaguely remembered an internal debate I had had about a year ago. I was cleaning out said hall closet and thought, “is there any reason why we might need this box? No, I can’t possible imagine why we would.” Then there is any even more vague memory of me chucking the box into the garbage. Not trusting my own memory, I looked through the entire house for the thing. Nowhere. Stupid accurate memory.
In desperation, I tried connecting a cord straight from the wall into the back of the TV without the help of the dish box. Believe it or not, the picture was even worse than with the bunny ears. Television, I hate you so bad. It’s lucky that you’ve got The OC on your side or this relationship would be over!
So I find myself back to where I was before. Cable: 1, Spencer: Nothing.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Imogen Heap - Speak for Yourself
Just when I thought Seth was never going to hook up with Alex (this is before she had the lesbian romance with Marissa), she kissed him in an empty, darkened Bait Shop. The whole event was made even better by the perfectly poppy “Goodnight and Go” by Imogen Heap playing in the background. The second the episode ended, I found the song and downloaded it.
I checked out Imogen’s website and found that the song was from a forthcoming album, so I had to settle for her solo back catalog. Major disappointment. Instead of girly pop fit for The OC, I found angry Alanis Morissette girl rock fit for the trash can. I chalked “Goodnight and Go” up as an anomaly.
That’s when The OC dared me to give her another shot. As Cal lay in his coffin and the Newportians donned their sexiest funeral wear, Imogen delivered the nothing-but-vocoder ballad “Hide and Seek.” I found myself scrambling to the computer for the second time.
The full album, Speak for Yourself, has finally been released and I took a chance on it, knowing it could be awful. Fortunately, Immi seems to have shed her angry past and focused her energy on creating beautifully sultry girl music. The album is full of subdued beeps, xylophones, mid-tempo drum machine beats and vocals, creating hypnotizing tracks like “Headlock” and “Loose Ends.” Speak for Yourself runs out of steam by the end, but not before making me want to rent season 2 of the The OC.
Great For: TV teen dramas and the 25-year-olds who watch them.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
"A military report presented before the Senate Armed Services Committee' Senate Armed Services Committee stated the Saudi man, described as the "20th hijacker" slated to have participated in the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks on America, was forced by interrogators to wear a bra and had women's thong underwear placed on his head.
U.S. interrogators also told him he was a homosexual, forced him to dance with a male interrogator, told him his mother and sister were whores, forced him to wear a leash and perform dog tricks, menaced him with a dog and subjected him to interrogations up to 20 hours a day for about two months, the report said."
Let me just say this - is this the best we can do? Somehow I don't really think that someone who is willing to blow up hundreds of people is going to break down and confess to crimes by these interrogation methods.
SUSPECT: Okay, okay, I admit it! Just don't make me wear a bra anymore! I'll tell you anything, I just can't take one more day of wearing underwear on my head!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Kurt Cobain is Spinning in His Grave
I watched Rock Star:INXS last night. INXS is trying to find a replacement for the dead Michael Hutchins by auditioning really young, (mostly creepy) singers. The show was actually pretty interesting - basically a less annoying version of American Idol.
While some of the performances were good, Mig, pictured above, completely massacred "Smells Like Teen Spirit."
Kurt Cobain's commentary on Mig's performance: Yep, Beelzebub, this is hell. I can't handle this guy's scarf.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
"I'm a Self-Contained Unit."
Of all the sights we visited in Seattle, the ones we found by accident were some of my favorite. How could a grunge fan go to Seattle without visiting scenes from the movie "Singles?" The pic on the left is of the Coryell Apartments in the gay district, where a bunch of the movie was filmed. Believe it or not, Traci and I found this place without a map! When we got out of the car I squinted and said, "Is that really it?" It looked different than I remembered. Traci reminded that "Singles" did come out 14 years ago. (The first thing I did when we got home was watch the movie. It was the same place, just a bit overgrown.) The picture on the right is the view from Gasworks park, also shown in the movie.
We also spent hours and hours trying to find the Fremont Troll, an enormous concrete sculpture under a bridge. Apparently everyone knows where the troll is, but is unable to really explain how to get there. Despite all of the bridges we drove under during our search, we were unsuccessful. Here's what we missed:
I was also disappointed to find out after we got home that there is a full-size statue of Lenin in front of a taco joint. I guess we'll have to make another trip to Seattle.
Breakfast at the Emphysema Cafe
John recommded that we eat breakfast at Beth's Cafe. Founded in 1954, Beth's is (supposed to be) a hip, dive-style diner. When we walked in and inhaled the stale smoke and sat down in a really beat up booth, we realized that it was more real dive than faux dive.
The only redeeming quality was that the walls are decorated with crayon drawings, interesting only because they're done by adults instead of kids. Click on the picture to see that we are sitting at the booth with the "G Unit: Cash Money Ho" drawing as well as the illustration about "sucking face."
(Outside of Beth's, you'll notice that we're getting into our pimpin' Mustang rental car. )
Snoqualmie Falls
We decided to venture outside of the city one morning to visit Snoqualmie Falls, about 35 minutes outside of Seattle. The waterfall drops 270 feet. From up top it's a beautiful view, but what makes it even better is that you can hike down the bottom.
Heading down is easy, it's a nice stroll through beautifully green trees. The way back up, however, is not so easy. Sweaty, sweaty, sweaty. I'll spare you the "after" photo.
Dancing Queen
Seattle, home of music and fashion. Right around the corner from the Seattle Center, two aspiring artistes dance their way into our hearts. I went directly to the closest store to by the shorts this boy was wearing. [click on the photos for a closer look]
Rappin' with Missy Misdemeanor
Traci's favorite was the TRL room - highlighting more recent pop acts like Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears. There was a station in that room where you could put on headphones and get rapping lessons. The voice of what sounded like a 3rd grade teacher would say, "Now you'll notice here that Missy Misdemeanor Elliott is using several different rhyming techniques..." After you had the rap lesson you were able to rap, karaoke-style in a mic on the console.
There was also a room upstairs where you could learn to play different instruments - guitars, drums, keyboards, guitar pedals, etc. For a mere $10 you can have 10 minutes of practice time, followed by 8 minutes of recording time in a sound booth to record whatever you'd like. The only drawback is that it's a completely live recording, meaning just one track. If I'd a had my band with me, I figure we could've knocked out an entire EP for about $30 bucks! Next time we're all in Seattle, I guess.
The museum also had a very cool Jimi Hendrix exhibit (Jimi was a Seattle native), a interesting-as-it-could-be exhibit about the not-that-intersting Bob Dylan and a room dedicated to early rap pioneers like Grandmaster Flash and Afrika Bambaataa. Well worth the $20 entrance fee.
Friday, July 08, 2005
The Smell of Seattle
Seattle has a very interesting smell. I think it's caused by the natural dankness of a wet climate, mixed with lots of fish. To cover up these two smells, every shop at Pike's Place Market burns a different flavor of incense. What a combination.
Despite the abundance of local restaurants all along the market and waterfront, Traci chose to eat lunch at Red Robin. We walked in the door and I thought, "Ugh, this place stinks like incense, too!" Upon further inspection, I realized it was me.
Grunge's Not Dead
Nearly 15 years after the beginning of the Seattle rock explosion, I am finally making my grunge pilgrimage. In my little dream world, my experience would be just like the movie Singles - I would sit at a coffee shop with Pearl Jam and we'd go to a club where Soundgarden would just happen to be playing.
Well, thanks to Seattle radio, grunge lives on. Seattle obviously its hometown boys. We heard lots of the following:
Nirvana
Pearl Jam
Temple of the Dog
Mad Season
Alice in Chains
Chris Cornell
Soundgarden
and even some non-grunge locals:
MxPx
Vendetta Red
Harvey Danger (a band that Seattle should disown)
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Death Defying
Jealous of Traci's meteorology skills, I also decided to look into new career options. I am now planning on joining the circus as the guy that rides a bike around a ring 30 feet above the ground.
Traci the Weather Lady?
Traci enjoyed the Seattle weather so much that she has decided to quit the library go into the fascinating field of meteorology. [Click on the pic for a full size image.]
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Virtual Superstar
My brother-in-law John grew up in Washington and went to college in Seattle. Thus he (probably against his will) became our trip advisor for our journey to the Pacific Northwest. When we told him we were going to the Seattle Center (home of the Space Needle and the 1962 World’s Fair) he recommended that we visit the Pacific Science Center. We made it the first stop.
After paying our admission, we quickly realized that we were the only adults there not accompanying a child. Did that stop us from having a good time? Oh, hell no!
This is a shot of me playing “Virtual Goalkeeper.” The 12-year-old workers may have thought that it was lame that I kept coming back to play again, but I had to beat the high score of the 11-year-old that was there with his grandpa. Don’t worry, I stomped him!
Look at the great form and the mad skillz.
June Consumption
Music
Decemberists - Picaresque
The Jimmy Chamberlin Complex - Life Begins Again
Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon
Motion City Soundtrack - Commit This to Memory
Moby - Hotel
Mike Doughty - Haughty Melodic
MxPx - Panic
No Use For a Name - Keep Them Confused
Books
Devil in the White City by Erik Larson
The Shamer's Daughter by Lene Kaaberbol