Started the day with a Dog Walk... some huge organize thing with 100s of dogs, dozens of freebees and a bunch of people with cameras.
Then on to a car show at a local dealership... lots of great vintage stuff and a Ford Flex that I couldn't help but demo.
Then on to a book fair where Velcro drew crowds
Have tickets for an acoustic KT Turnstall gig tonight - but heading for a BBQ first.
All very Michigan
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Best selling car in America
Before I came to america I imagined that all of the cars looked like those that I'd seen on Kojak or Starsky and Hutch or even The Dukes of Hazzard.
America was a land that loved driving. Its vast scale had been conquered by extravagant cars that gave people the freedom that they craved and reflected the optimism of the times.
They were cars that looked like rocket ships. Cars that exuded belief in the future. Cars that didn't just take people from A to B... they actually moved people.
So imagine my disappointment when I got here and found that this sad automotive appliance is the best selling car in America. Looking like a tranny's cock after an incident with an oven this melted phallus is just to bland for words.
Where did the fins go people?
America was a land that loved driving. Its vast scale had been conquered by extravagant cars that gave people the freedom that they craved and reflected the optimism of the times.
They were cars that looked like rocket ships. Cars that exuded belief in the future. Cars that didn't just take people from A to B... they actually moved people.
So imagine my disappointment when I got here and found that this sad automotive appliance is the best selling car in America. Looking like a tranny's cock after an incident with an oven this melted phallus is just to bland for words.
Where did the fins go people?
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Bobblehead all the way
So Bobblehead Archuleta (or as I heard him described only this morning Doolittle minus the hump) shrugged his way into the American final... based mainly on his ability to deliver a syrupy ballad with enough earnestness to make you overlook the fact that he's a singing Thunderbird with the emotional maturity of a Paris Hilton foetus. I love him though - mainly because he's the only person on the planet who hasn't worked out yet that he's gay. The producers are going big on it - this week the "funny video" had him playing a grand piano by a pool tiled with his face Liberace style. Hardly subtle boys.
Wor David made the final at the expense of 'cut priced Whitney 'Syesha - who made the fatal mistake of revealing a monster setof Norks AFTER the vote was counted. Man had she done that before I'd have voted for her the whole time I had her on freeze frame. So at least twice (yup, they were THAT good)
Which means of course that Little David will be up against angsty wanna be emo fatso David Cook in the final. Cooky (as I like to call him) will probably wheel out the sick brother for the final - he's made an appearance whenever it's been a shaky week for DC musically. And I hope that it works. The world needs an Estrogen-y Daughtry right now --- he's more Maroon 5 than he is Slipknot.
We'll be away for the final (finale!) but the DVD will be on and I might be borrowing a Slingshot.
Oh and Nikon FINALLY brought out a decent superzoom. It's *18. It's looking nice (though no RAW on a Nikon?) and it may be a gift to self very soon, I do have Nikon envy.
Wor David made the final at the expense of 'cut priced Whitney 'Syesha - who made the fatal mistake of revealing a monster setof Norks AFTER the vote was counted. Man had she done that before I'd have voted for her the whole time I had her on freeze frame. So at least twice (yup, they were THAT good)
Which means of course that Little David will be up against angsty wanna be emo fatso David Cook in the final. Cooky (as I like to call him) will probably wheel out the sick brother for the final - he's made an appearance whenever it's been a shaky week for DC musically. And I hope that it works. The world needs an Estrogen-y Daughtry right now --- he's more Maroon 5 than he is Slipknot.
We'll be away for the final (finale!) but the DVD will be on and I might be borrowing a Slingshot.
Oh and Nikon FINALLY brought out a decent superzoom. It's *18. It's looking nice (though no RAW on a Nikon?) and it may be a gift to self very soon, I do have Nikon envy.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Back on the pole
We're off to Cyprus at the end of the week - - - > which of course is the trigger to the world around us filling with great things to do.
There are summer festivals, electronic music festivals, Miss Nude Michigan qualifiers food festivals and all manner of other things happening in the few days that we're away.
After 6 months of bugger all - all we can say is "Bollocks" and try to plan next year's vacation around a schedule that avoids snow rather than local interest
There are summer festivals, electronic music festivals, Miss Nude Michigan qualifiers food festivals and all manner of other things happening in the few days that we're away.
After 6 months of bugger all - all we can say is "Bollocks" and try to plan next year's vacation around a schedule that avoids snow rather than local interest
Monday, May 12, 2008
I Heart Pollen
Seems that the general shitty malaise of the day was down to allergies.
Of course I refuse to take anything for allergies - as to do so would be to instantly render me a 'soft' American and hand victory to the people who endlessly promote the clear eyed state of Nirvana offered by their 'drowsy free formula'
Well worth buying shares in the companies that make allergy medications however - as a lot of over the counter buying world is geographically situated in areas where Global warming will extend allergy seasons.
It's odd that I'll pop Advil Liquigels but not Claratin OTC. Again I think that it's just down to the advertising. It's relentless here and there's only so many images of active families living outdoor lives that I can stomach. It's a bizarre 1950s color saturated world in which they live - one where white picket fences signal nothing more than suburban bliss.
And weren't the Suburbs a bad idea? Let's move people out of the city - forcing them to get into cars and commute into the city. That will take up time, resource and cause pollution.
Oh and let's build the Burbs on valuable farmland that could have been used to feed the city. That will add 100s of miles to the supply chain and put more crap into the air.
To compensate we'll allow everyone more space - making the houses grow, more to heat 'em, more to cool 'em and more energy burned.
Why it's almost as stupid as the political debate here. As one person said to me as I stood open mouthed at Grandpa Munster's latest waffle through his potential Republican Whitehouse Policy
"They're all lying. They all want to destroy the middle class. So that more poor men join the military, diverting funds to the people that are funding the whole charade?"
he then slinked off toward the pool table.
It's gonna be a long election season
Of course I refuse to take anything for allergies - as to do so would be to instantly render me a 'soft' American and hand victory to the people who endlessly promote the clear eyed state of Nirvana offered by their 'drowsy free formula'
Well worth buying shares in the companies that make allergy medications however - as a lot of over the counter buying world is geographically situated in areas where Global warming will extend allergy seasons.
It's odd that I'll pop Advil Liquigels but not Claratin OTC. Again I think that it's just down to the advertising. It's relentless here and there's only so many images of active families living outdoor lives that I can stomach. It's a bizarre 1950s color saturated world in which they live - one where white picket fences signal nothing more than suburban bliss.
And weren't the Suburbs a bad idea? Let's move people out of the city - forcing them to get into cars and commute into the city. That will take up time, resource and cause pollution.
Oh and let's build the Burbs on valuable farmland that could have been used to feed the city. That will add 100s of miles to the supply chain and put more crap into the air.
To compensate we'll allow everyone more space - making the houses grow, more to heat 'em, more to cool 'em and more energy burned.
Why it's almost as stupid as the political debate here. As one person said to me as I stood open mouthed at Grandpa Munster's latest waffle through his potential Republican Whitehouse Policy
"They're all lying. They all want to destroy the middle class. So that more poor men join the military, diverting funds to the people that are funding the whole charade?"
he then slinked off toward the pool table.
It's gonna be a long election season
Building, building
Have the skeleton of an argument to which I need to attach tissue, muscle and flesh today. It could be a long one - and with the weather drawing in gray and damp and a headache already threatening to take up legal occupancy of a space just behind my left eye it may seem even longer.
Weary today. But happy. Just gotta drag myself through the week and towards Cyprus...
Weary today. But happy. Just gotta drag myself through the week and towards Cyprus...
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Ye Olde
I've aged 10 years in the last three. Which is better, I guess, than decomposing somewhere but it's still depressing.
The lack of hair is a lot to do with it - but there's a weariness to my face that's not there in the shots we had in Sydney and in New Zealand.
A lot of this, I think is down to the fact that I've been robbed of certainty. I can't take things for granted anymore. There are the scans - every 12 weeks, which means planning every 9 and 2 weeks of waiting for results.
Then there's the need for proximity to a hospital that can treat me. Which means being in the US. Which means working within the confines of a visa. Which means not really being totally free.
And of course the scan / hospital cycle takes out the possibility of just disappearing on a trip that sees us disappearing off the map.
Some of it is creeping middle age. Some of it life taking its toll. But the lines on my face have been etched by harsh chemicals, th ebags under my eyes by poison injected into my veins and the heaviness in my bones by high levels of radiation.
I just wish that I'd earned, Keith Richard' style, the way that I look.
Or maybe this is just the melancholy of a first rainy day after weeks of brilliant blue skies.
The lack of hair is a lot to do with it - but there's a weariness to my face that's not there in the shots we had in Sydney and in New Zealand.
A lot of this, I think is down to the fact that I've been robbed of certainty. I can't take things for granted anymore. There are the scans - every 12 weeks, which means planning every 9 and 2 weeks of waiting for results.
Then there's the need for proximity to a hospital that can treat me. Which means being in the US. Which means working within the confines of a visa. Which means not really being totally free.
And of course the scan / hospital cycle takes out the possibility of just disappearing on a trip that sees us disappearing off the map.
Some of it is creeping middle age. Some of it life taking its toll. But the lines on my face have been etched by harsh chemicals, th ebags under my eyes by poison injected into my veins and the heaviness in my bones by high levels of radiation.
I just wish that I'd earned, Keith Richard' style, the way that I look.
Or maybe this is just the melancholy of a first rainy day after weeks of brilliant blue skies.
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