this,...???????

may be worth a viewing for one reason or another:
(watch it til the end, you'll know why)

http://www.fit.am/dl

crumbs,...(etc.)

(hehehaha)
heard the new Sonic Youth single as I was tucking in my shirt this morning - sounds like an updated version of their older material, are they the only remaining punk outfit? (also, listening to SY while tucking shirt in is a very uncool/unpunk/unSY thing to do) excited to hear rest of album

The ManUnited zips at Dick's that were 70, are now on sale for 54 -waiting til 39. they are bad. i want one.

I met a family from Sheffield, England the other night - it made my day. they spoke with such incredible accents. the bloke my age was named Paul & they were having the hardest time entering their temporary residence 2 stories below me- i helped them. i made a phone call for them.

what was the first thing I asked when they told me they were from Sheffield? "do you know the arctic monkeys?" they smiled, laughed & nodded. that was monday, i haven't seen them since. i hope to see them again before they go home.

i'm starting a book again. it's called Desolation Angels & is by my all time favorite (well, easily top3) writers named Jack Kerouac (or J.Kac) & it's very reminiscent of the other writings that i've read of his thus far. very beautiful & descriptive & very run on & seems to mostly be about well, desolation & finding yourself up on a mountain & all that - but truly inspiring & I wish i could have met this guy once.

& sometimes on the email trail I'll think of a sneaky-bugger film list to send out like i.e. & such today it was best use of food in film top3-Go & then these peeps-some of them were you-came up w/some good funny ones & can i just share like a few? (you know who you are-credit, etc.etc.) If you've seen the films you'll instantly remember:

Sushi - Lost in Translation
Lobster - Annie Hall
Cheeseburger - Pulp fiction
Chocolate - Willy Wonka
Hot Sauce - Dumb & Dumber
Steak - The great Outdoors
Spaghetti Dinner - The Godfather

but it was such fun. & you should do that too. good day!

full English breakfast -

in honor of my new friends,....."cheers" & such,..(clank) & to the faint of heart: grow something, because I hate to break it to you - there's a good chance you have to down this with NOT oj, water, aj, milk, or even coffee for that matter,..a proper pint! (yup)

& also today is a semi-to very important day for the English as 2 of their domestic's battle in the Champions League semi 1st leg in Manchester (no pun intended) with a chance to get 1 leg in the Final which is in Rome this year. London side Arsenal will be looking to pull the uppie on United,..yeah, don't worry, I'll be there. (I'll find a way) (trivia: In all the success of English football over the years, no club from London has ever won the Champions League/European Cup - this year 2 of the 4 left are from London)

so do yourself a favor & honor this great nation that gave us so much- loosen that belt, call in to work an hour late & enjoy a pint w/some nourishment. If you don't, I might fight you.

w/love & devo

the likely lad
(i don't know if i've ever signed my name that way before??)

head cap hat - (alkaline memories)

migraine muddled thoughts thinking situation -
which allow thought cap to be blown away off head
by the painful silver idea wind.
paroxysmal dysfunction into a simile of comparisons -
black blanket of warmth & convenient fixations
to "get inside" your enemy - feel their delinquent pain
a deep alloy to mix & mold inner deduction-
inferring retrospective speculation
resulting
in more than a "crick".
a blip on an electromagnetic synapse
a lightning bolt end effector space relapse

& that's all I have to say, so goodbye, & good day!

last night, pt. 86 (Sweds & 5 goals in a half)

(well actually the whole friggin weekend)
so we checked out Peter Bjorn & John at the Southgate house in Newport Friday night, & it has to go down as one of those "special" shows where you weren't really expecting that much & then BAM! It turns out to be one of those musical nights that you'll never forget. From the second 3 jolly Swedish dudes took the stage, I knew the performance would be unforgettable. Peter, the lead singer & guitarist had on low cut shorts, casual suit jacket & navy canvass shoes. His stage presence & movement entertained me all night long. Maybe their indie-pop-newwave-post rock sound really lent itself to being performed live, maybe it was the venue, maybe it was the 2 pints of Hofbrauhas Premier Lager I had before hand, maybe it was the company, maybe it was the weekend of freedom I knew was laid before me that I only had to patiently allow to arrive, whatever it was, the night of music was incredible. (note to strangers: Newport, KY after a certain hr., let's say midnight or so, really does turn into a dangerous situation, but whatever, I'm a proper football supporter, no one can touch me.)

(& on the quick, we hit up this proper Irish pub the next day - just across the bridge from Cincy to catch ManUtd-Tottenham from old traf- & we go down like 6's & 7's disgrace like, 2-0 at half. so I tell Lisa the bar maid that we need some better luck-start of 2nd half & such & she starts wandering off slacker like, & bam we pull one back & at that point when Ronaldo grabs the ball out the back of the net & runs it back to the center circle all determined & get out of me way we've got something to say in this match, I knew it was going to be a special day. so Lisa comes back in to check on pint situation & such & see's we've now pulled 2 back (2-2). So I jokingly tell her to go ahead & leave because everytime she does, we score. Bam! 3-2. haha she's left again we score....we're up now, we've got this,..she comes back in,......"Lisa! Get out of here" I say. she obliges, Bam! 4-2 within minutes. haha,.....this is unreal. One more time around to check in on us, we're doing fine, she bolts,...Ka-pow! 5-2.

Game over & so many memories & stories to tell & other things that I'll never forget that I'm keeping to myself & hey the sun was shining today so we ate that stuff up & it got us good, so i'm feeling OK right & cheers to you.

the fix,.....is in. (we do our part for the environment)

So as I was chump-gearing-101 this morning for work, I played a monumental bust up on me'flat mate named Angela. To protect her identity (which I just gave away like a bad check) we'll just recognize her as "b-ster".

As the story begins you must understand that the 2 of us share 1 car & thus carpool to work most everyday. Carpooling is convenient, (for me at least) saves on gas, money, insurance, etc. b-ster happens to be off today & promptly scheduled the grooming of her fine head this AM - Quarter ta Ten. The agreement was a ride to workie-work from b-ster then a pick up in the PM.

Soon after waking I noticed a fallen tree trunk of a person (still) laying in bed, unresponsive, unmoving, stagnant & inactive. So I'm thinking how can I get this mope awake, in driving condition & ready to move? Instantly the simplest of ideas crept in & as I'm walking out of the love-making area I quietly recite the following words: "bye, b". (end pt.1)

(start pt. 2)
As I slowly pulled the door shut behind me, I swear I heard the faintest of words being mumbled in the dark crevasse immediately to my rear. "wwhat?" - exclaimed b-ster. "bye, b" - I inaudibly repeated. (the fix was on)

Accelerating to the couch for a front row view of the show I knew I would get, I waited for only a few lingering moments until my efforts were rewarded. b-ster came running out of the room as I'm sure she thought her grooming appointment was all but thrashed into broken little dreams (with me whisking away to work with her one viable mode of transport). The look on her face when she saw me knotting the laces of my Clarks was boisterously laughable at best.

Then, the look of the defeated, the tricked, the taken, each set in her contorted face like lumpy dumplings. She knew she'd been had - been riddled out of bed against her will. The ambushed took a seat next to the ambush(er) on the couch & jolly laughing was said to be heard up to 2 miles away. Lessons learned? He who riseth most early, get to play devilish tricks! or, don't stay in bed when you're supposed to give me a ride.

no - - - -one does-- --- -it - - -- like - - - you --

(& I had that all spaced out to look artistic/offbeat & don'cha knnow that stupid blogspot corrected my eerie spacing to be all prim & proper - uuhh- struggling artists will always be held down by free internet blogging sites - & !! it was inspired by the dept. of eagles tune that was stuck in my head this AM - that has this really interesting percussive beat - maybe I'll,........) hehehaha -

(H'ha!! I fixed it)
after writing pt 1 I went up there & put these clever little dash marks -you've seen me use those before- OK, OK,......who has a smile on their face? Sorry I had to put the iPhone on hold - the timing wasn't quite right - that's not to say that the timing won't be right in a week or so -

I'm also in the process of seeing how long I can go thi'smorning before i partake in the old thick &warm joe - & i know that could sound quite homo-erotic-sexuality to some but what i meant was simply coffee -i have a way of not wanting to speak clearly if the opportunity presents itself.

uuhhh-getting weird caff-w/draw headi-ness-see nothing but monumental douche bag dudes in my line of sight-quest love word association....

getting,........weak,......help me gina/benton fan association -angela, put the pot on-i'll be home in 10 (like totally!! Oh my gosh! It's Michelle! Yay! jump up & down with frilly pink panties on-Yay!)

mental

It's a No, for now -

(proper iPhone denial situation) thanks for being demo., & voting
cheers
me

the sherry end, pt.3

So I'm thinking after 3 sessions, we're officially a group, & not just a fizzled-out-wanna-be-experiment. (& this AM bird situation hasn't gotten any better- in fact I think it's getting worse, so sleep & such - not going so well - we press on)

Pick #3 - Rififi - (1955) & this little beauty was my pick (& the best so far for that matter, for obvious reasons-i'll pay for that)

Rififi falls into the French crime/noir genre & came from the mid-50's, which was a time when French directors of all sorts were on or around their creative best. See under: Truffaut, Melville, Godard, Malle. (The 1950's is easily my favorite decade in film as some of you know) However, Rififi was directed by an American named Jules Dassin who had been blacklisted (banned for political reasons or associations) in Hollywood & subsequently found work in France.

The film revolves around a "supposedly" impossible jewel heist (aren't they all?) that (recently freed from prison) Tony is contemplating with his long time pal Jo. Jo brings in the Italian Mario & Mario brings in his compatriot Cesar as safe cracker. The four of them form a great, almost comedic team at times. They decide to go for broke & target the store's safe as opposed to the front window, which would be less of a score.

After casing the store during business hours they decide to drill through the ceiling of an upstairs flat to get into the store without being noticed. The climax of the film is said to be an almost 30 minute sequence of events with little to no dialogue or music that depicts different elements of the heist in vicious detail. Dassin shows these tedious moments of a crime without it feeling too tedious. You get an understanding of how difficult the group's work is, to complete the job.

The plot of the film only strengthens after the actual heist - I'll leave that for future viewers. The French crime genre is an incredible pool of films that I'm barely even cracking the surface of, but it's also a section of film history that offers style, intrigue, incredible black & white photography, action, & even the occasional musical number,...enjoy, or don't.

I only needed a new pair of work pants,.

mental shot guns explode in mind
spraying minuscule blasts as
3 newly balanced tires shred
to slithers on hot southern asphalt.
in AM heat, trepidation lingers -
afternoons momentous decision
proceeds dull ennui
too tired to write,
too tired to type
too tired to wake
too tired to sleep
never quite connected
(agent alligator)
a haze, a hull, a dull mulling
a mish-mash of mediocrity
heads will roll
bodies will tumble
ideas will tremble
in Renaissance of humble
blows & you can't see
the songs anymore - you're
done crying & finished with
factory work & all known facts-
distanced from mother's interest
& the Q "what to do today"
bears more meaning than ever
& more importance than
a romp or joyous jog
is pleading with you &
controls desires & you just
want to be noticed & pleaded
with -a little something-something
I Can See The Future!

this is vomitous,.....

& I so just had to censor myself because I know that young children read this blog from time to time, but I realize that these are the times that we live in right now & I was all set to post about T.S.E. pt 3 or whatever but then I get hit with this vomitous mess-lit-BS this morning & it all goes pear-shaped. but this kind of "speak" is dealt with on a day to day basis - (& you wonder why certain heroes of mine have been lauded in the past - & now you know it was because they didn't put up with mess like this or maybe they didn't have to, but whatever:)

“Consistent with our strategy, our focus is on a ‘critical few’ priorities related to acceleration of our transformation strategy,” said ____________, chief _________.

“The new business model, which revolves around print and digital lead generation for our clients, requires a different cost structure than our legacy print businesses had. To that end, we made decisions to centralize and streamline several organizations, redefining some positions and eliminating others.

In *-ing English please,...? Yeah we fired a whole bunch of people!!! because we want to keep the massive amounts of money we get paid each month. (the word "streamline" also makes me puke)

& it makes me a little bit sick inside. & not just because Men & Women who have families no longer have jobs, it's the pompous attitude that corporate America has in terms of over-promising & under delivering (& don't even get me started on responsibility) - promise, promise, promise & talk, talk, talk but all I see/hear is monumental BS & it's clear that the high-ups are just scared & when fear sets in, rash decisions are made & it all trickles down like a high-powered shit-storm & terms like "critical few" are thrown around like it's all a part of some sort of grand strategy or something,..& oh, I'm just done with this,..so sorry & goodbye/Good-day to you,..

the real final 4 - (&don't worry, I'll continue to keep you posted)

So Manchester United progress to the Semi's in the UEFA Champions League. We defied history & became the first ever British team to beat Porto at their home ground in Portugal, 1-0. Nicked an early goal & defended really well & kept a clean sheet, something we haven't done recently. So let the real final 4 begin, & sod all this march madness rubbish - this is it!

& it was a decent little 2 leg affair, I mean Porto were more than capable of nicking something last night, but enough of that,..did you see the Ronaldo goal? (i should try to post a link or something, I just know youtube sometimes tries to block that kind of stuff) - but you hear of players launching 30 yrd bullets - this was 40, at least. Incredible, unreal, all that stuff - So really just checking in & shaking hands/exchanging pleasantries,..The Sherry End meets tonight, I think,..I hope.

you know how I always say:

Proper

downtown

situation?


(sent from my imaginary iPhone)


quite possibly,..

even Superman wished ang happy b-day, pt. 2 (1 year to the day)

& I'm surprised how well that photo holds up with a little edit. still a classic-but don't forget to vote yay or nay for the iPhone contest-but the big 2-7 & I wanted to say happy happy & such-but you'll never find someone whocould care less about a b-day, than, well,...my little b-ster. ok, ok, so I know, different strokes for different folks-also, I hope those birds didn't wake you up this morning- i spotted one again-peering, breast out-anxiously awaiting a piece from another little lady bird-but I say we devise a sinister & deviant plan of espionage & then murder-culminating in our selfish desires to actually SLEEP!!!!! give 'em hell today in your pursuits & then the rest is left to the rest.

?

last night, pt. 25 (words put together for descriptions & nonsense)

so yeah, 3 really cool bands last night & now reporting on the situation. (but hottest venue ever, like totally almost died due to heat-exhaustion-suffocation-dehydration-amalgamation-situation)hehehaha

First up was Ra Ra Riot- & I thought to myself how young & naive they looked up there, but what a sound they have & the potential to grow on that sound. Like Vampire Weekend's younger, slightly innocent brother who hangs out with a few really cute 19 year old girls who play some sort of string instrument - but I guess a really "clear" sound when they perform live - & again an incredibly cool band - but I think they'll have to grow as performers & am sure to be following them as their sounds evolves.

& then,..Cold War Kids - who are from Long Beach or some "cool" place like that, but totally rocked out, like really tight-edgy-almost slightly funk sound & it was cool how they would always end up playing really close to each other on stage- which again helped to deliver this tight little crisp sound. & maybe the coolest ever background-mural hanging & peering & quite possibly freakin people out, but it was this huge, 30-foot skeleton, just peeping out, up there by itself. I believe it was some form of their most recent album cover, but again super cool. & most importantly, it brought out that one dude in the entire theater who stood up & rocked out their whole set while all the lame asses sat down - & it's safe to say he was quite possibly a minor hero of mine at that moment & definitely got a Chula fist, raised high in the air for all to see.

Death Cab- which is a band that I have seen before, actually at the same venue - but I soon started to realize how important that band actually is to me on a personal level, solely for the reason that when I originally found them in 2005 I was a totally different person, & some of their music helped to shape me a little better - they were one of the first few bands that I really got into post DMB period - & for that, I'm very thankful to them. & I haven't even pulled out some of their stuff recently but standing there & hearing some of these old indie-rock/poppie tunes from (i guess even when i was in) college - some of "it" all came back to me & I really enjoyed their set - & man hasn't ben gibbard scaled down on the cheeseburgers lately??

but ok, a good night & great Co. to hang with & let's see, we ended up with a free vanilla bean cheesecake (somehow) at the pub situation & i got invinited into at nightclub/booty dance situation called "raw" by the bouncer - I guess he thought i had a curious look on my face. & it's safe to say your author wouldn't have fit into the current clientel - quite possibly eaten up & spit out but hey, thanks for the invite my brotha'.

& one last thing - literally heading ou tthe door in a quick minute to Lexington's Alfalfa. & if you don't live in the Greater Lexington Metro Area then you can just dream - but if you do live in this hood, then why aren't you eating at this place? you should,..there will be cinnamon coffee & omelets & such & let's face it, what else is needed in life? except proper downtown situation & you get that - so with love to all & devotion & goodness & oh, come on United!!

my total hero pt. 16 (even ballerinas have bad days)

get better Jack!

& when times get tough,
remember the love that we
shared - & remember that to
be loved, you have to give love
&that's what we do, give it -
& laughter- I once had a hero but
he gave up, or, is in the process of
giving up. shame- but I give up all the
time, so what's difference of my time, &
she continually
gives up on me - why?
why do we give up on each other?
a million times in half a millin days-
fit mind,fit body, tight, un-repressed-??
slow emotions - time elapsed.
& with love & devotion,

I must move-
I can no longer stand still-
to jump. & then bang-

I've pulled my 9MM gat
ouuta my ankle holster &
capped some terrorists mo-fo
in da head - he's dead.!!

the diesel truck (vitriol pt.2)

uuhhhhh - (& here we go again) a truck in my bedroom.

5 am mind's mellow fixation & then,......reminisce-

earthquakes-bombs-explosions-what's going on/happening? are we under attack? the rapture! & then to sit or let it sit, running, running, warming until my dull awake mind just can't wing it - adjustment, a loud, stirring beat & now my heart hurts a bit for other reasons but a magnifying glass multiplication set of diverse sounds & noises, but no bleeps, no blips

when to a sense of calm & relaxation?-grace, style, beauty-the pursuit of happiness?

good day.

the sherry end, pt. 2

Yep- back again with the group - doing what we do. Dominating.

Pick #2. Twitch of the Death Nerve (1971) - Stiddy's pick (as we call'em). Early Italian horror by legendary director Mario Bava. For some reason this movie is said to be known by more alternate titles than any other in film history, don't believe me:

Bay of Blood, The Ecology of Murder, Carnage, Bloodbath (UK), Bloodbath Bay of Death, Bloodbath Bay of Blood.

Glad we got that out of the way. Twitch of the Death Nerve is also considered by many horror film buffs to be very influential in the slasher film genre. For me, someone who isn't very well versed in horror in general, the film was what I expected from an early staple in what's become a very popular & indeed bloated & overly imitated genre. That said, I liked the film - kind of.

The story (confusing & at times difficult to follow) takes place near a bay where the characters all play their murderous part in picking off each other as they vow for an inheritance/possession of the bay for financial reasons. The audience is tricked into thinking the last remaining characters have succeeded in riding themselves of any & all competition until the surprise ending where some clever foreshadowing reveals itself.

Violent, gratuitous, over the top & during a scene or two, hilarious, the film remains Bava's most controversial & shares mixed opinions from critics & horror fans alike. Enjoy, or don't.

heart attacks & the like (we are not giving up this title)

(a football game of epic proportions) especially after losing 2 in a row in the league. (at home to Aston Villa) & it's so nice to be able to finally update that score on the very side of this page. (oh my, oh my!)

proper heart attack football situation this after in old Manc town - Injuries, suspensions, etc., etc. coming into the game - a depleted United takes the field & then,..United go up with a stunning free kick by Cristiano Ronaldo ( who more than carried his weight today- finally)

Villa levels it before the half, 1-1. they go up proper 2-1 style thanks to some lackluster defending - our 2 world class center backs were out - United were 6's & 7's at the back. shocking! time, time, time trickles,..then WAM! Ronaldo again in the 80-something min - Level - United with wind in sails attacking - attacking (fergie subs never heard of before 17 yr old italian kid federico macheda)

ref adds 5 mins of stoppage & then the glorious & never forgetful 93rd minute & something beyond very special happens that 90,000+ @old trafford & millions around the globe will never forget,.....said 17 yrold nets brilliant bending winner & instantly enter annals of time/history/space/hero-dom,..lad has heart attack, dies, gets revived & lives to tell story about glorious happenings

we will not give this title up - United back into lead after dramatic display - oh sweet sunshine. (bring on champions league tuesday)

the birds (vitriol)

& by that disgusting little description I mean not the 1963 Alfred Hitchcock thriller - nope, that would bring much joy - I angrily speak of these abominable little shits that sit somewhere in the vicinity of my bedroom window, where each & every morning circa 4am, they open their pompous little beaks & proceed to squeak & squawk until my bankrupt little faculties just can't reason time/space/mathematics/sex/sleep/sanity anymore. (I've lost my mind)

you breeding, chirping, beeping, talking, cunning, worthless, tweeting little bastards. shut your beaks before I stomp them American History X style, - animal rights activist wanker people - listen to me - come round my flat tomorrow, 3ish (that's am) - bring your damn signs - bring your bottled water/granola - & try to stop my double barrel love machine - because I will exact my revenge! -

an award telling & true - when bloody feathers twirl to the ground & find their final resting place, so I'll return to a sleep somber &delightful - to awake rested with not a hint of regret - the blood tasted will be beautiful & flowing - a sweet reminder of nature's delicious sap - I WILL DRINK YOUR BLOOD!!!!

March of the Zapotec and Realpeople - Holland



.......is the new, incredible album/EP from Beirut - & one of the single most glorious album covers of the last few years. Simply amazing - that artwork screams so many different things to me: Europe, Turkish cigarettes, Orson Welles, vinyl, furry orange 1970's carpet, sunshine & of course much more, but,.........

Beirut is the brainchild of Zach Condon, a 23 year old native of Santa Fe, New Mexico - Condon's creation is a sidestep of traditional Eastern European flavors blended seamlessly with subtle indie-pop. After 2 solid efforts (Gulag Orkestar and The Flying Club Cup), Condon hopped a plane to Oaxaca, Mexico & began recording songs with a local 19-piece group called the Jimenez Band. The culmination of his efforts being part 1 of the EP: March of the Zapotec - 6 unique songs which highlight a "barely rehearsed" brass band & songs strangely reminiscent of Mexican procession music. Interesting none the less.

Part 2/the last 5 songs (Holland) - is strangely different in that the name "Realpeople" was & still is a moniker to Condon & his early years spent making electronic music. Part 2 also serves as a brilliant collection of minimalist electronic indie gems. One would think the 2 contrasting styles of music would sink the EP - but oddly enough, they don't. Condon creates a world in which both ideas work as separate entities, allowing the listener to gain understanding into both worlds. As always, enjoy, or don't.

you twit. (i'm a powerful person)

so in the future, watch out for the orb. you've been warned. but have you looked into this twitter situation yet? something intriguing there. it's like blogging for the time challenged. or quite possibly the word challenged. (also the challenged-challenged.) but as of now, i simply can't stay away/off of it. maybe i'll soon loose interest, but i quite like knowing what jimmy fallon is up to before the band Glasvegas takes the stage, or that Kristen Wigg (sp) is acting a fool before her interview - did anyone know that Ben Gobbard recently ate tacos for dinner? also, Ryan Adams lives to simply wake up & go to comic shops! that's it, I swear - it's all he does - what a life. i guess the more avenues I can find to spread my inane love speech to unsuspecting patrons?, the better. but enjoy & embrace technology & progress - don't get left behind. again go destroy this new YYY's album - It's Blitz! - It's incredible! (hehehaha)