Friday, August 31, 2007

Sweet summer sounds are soothing my soul

Tonight I was helping set up for an agility trial and one of the judges, who is from Oregon, asked what was buzzing up in the trees. Apparently they don't have cicadas in Oregon. I'm glad I don't live there, because the buzz of summer is one of my favorite sounds.

Mr. Pants likes to call them quesadillas, as in "The quesadillas are really loud this evening. And indeed, they are. Maybe they're thinking "It's Labor Day weekend, hurry up and mate with me so I can lay my eggs and die." Unless it's the males who do the buzzing ...

Anyway, if you want to see some agility this weekend, it will be here. All three days, all day ... from 8 am until at least 3 or 4 pm. Or maybe even 5. Hopefully not 6, though, that would be a little too much.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

And speaking of ...

... Larry Craig (of whom I was indeed speaking, or writing, rather), check out this Red State Update:

I love red State Update. I fact, while I'm at this, why don't I just gratuitously toss in their thingie on the Van Halen Reunion tour:

Nudge, nudge, say no more ...

I really don't care if some congressdude is gay or not, even if he is a hypocrite and a "horrible right-wing Christian extremist, who's actively demonized gays".

What really shocks me and pisses me off is that "fidgeting" with one's fingers, peering through a stall crack, placing a bag by the stall door, tapping ones feet and passing one's hand under a stall divider all constitute some sort of crime. Seriously, that's all Idaho Senator Larry Craig appears to have done, and he was arrested because these are things believed to be done by "by persons communicating a desire to engage in sexual conduct." Seems like we are approaching the realm of thought-crime here ... it's not like he actually yanked the cop's noodle or anything.

Too bad Craig's such a chickenshit that he pleaded the charge out hoping to make it disappear, because I would really like to see a good lawyer challenge the idea that any "crime" actually occurred. Of course, I'm of the opinion that if one is going to engage in sex (gay or straight) in an airport, courtesy demands that one confine it to a restroom or other suitably semi-private place. And don't be a screamer, please. Back when Paul Rubens was arrested for whipping it out during an X-rated movie, my first thought was "If you can't wank in a porno theater, where can you do it?"

Friday, August 24, 2007

Fun in that city to the east

Every now and then I go to Raleigh and actually have fun. Last night I ventured with Santa Salsera to Disco Rodeo for the 4th Annual Festival La Ley (which is tied with WUNC as my second-favorite radio station, pulling slightly ahead during pledge drive). We went last year, when it was held at Walnut Creek, and I thought it was odd that this year's would be at Disco Rodeo. How were they going to fit everyone inside? Turns out you just let all the people work out how pack themselves in. I was very happy that Salsera's journalistic connections got us backstage passes, because there was a fire exit there and close to it was where I felt most comfortable hanging out.

And la Salsera coined a new word: durangover. It's what you have in the morning if you stayed out very late the night before listening to duranguense music.

It was fun to see the locals, Rey Norteño (whom I've mentioned here before), who just keep getting better and better. There were several other groups: Tlapehuala Show, Andariego, Los Primos De Durnago and ... um ... a very skinny fashion victim with a good voice whose name escapes me at the moment. Forced to choose between Mexican regional musical styles, I'd take norteño over duranguense any day. But I must say that when you see it live, duranguense really brings the boom. Witness Los Primos de Durango:

Los Primos De Durango from bunchofpants and Vimeo.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Oh noes!

Our pretty trees are all gonna die! Bummers.

It's not a matter of life or death, but what is?

The highlight of my week so far has been the nice soaking of rain we got here yesterday. Yeah, things are a bit sedate around here. I was at the point of wishing a hurricane would drop by and bestow some excess moisture upon us, but I was happy to get a nice, long thunderstorm instead.

Anyway, after a bit of a hiatus caused by a a scheduling snafu, I shall be back in my radio slot (8-10 pm eastern) tonight (88.7 FM for the locals, for the rest of you). I will likely need to try to move to another evening for next semester, or give up a regular slot and go to "sub-only" status for a while. Oh well.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

You can ring my bell

All I've got to say today: Hazmat Modine.

No, seriously, go listen! Or, if you like to watch:

Monday, August 13, 2007

I'm just here to read the meter ...

I've been AWOL from this space for ... well weeks, I guess. It's not that I haven't had blogworthy thoughts and activities, it's just that sometimes I'm too lazy to actually blog them. Well, to be fair, I have been rather busy both at and away from the old day job.

And speaking of that day job, I actually applied for two jobs last week. I wasn't really engaged in a job search or anything, but two positions blipped across my radar and they seemed so right I thought I'd be a fool not to pursue them. One of them is actually in Durham, and I'm not sure I have to explain how nice it would be not to drive to Raleigh and back every day.

Sorry to bore you, but that's all I've got for now.