Taken this morning at the war memorial in downtown Seattle.
iTunes: “Time After Time (S.F.E.)” by Morice, Tara from the album Something for Everybody (1997, 3:58).
Enthusiastically Ambiverted Hopepunk
The stuff about me and my life. The “diary” side of blogging.
<RING…>
“Hello?”
“Hey, this is Brandon from Domino’s.”
“Okay, I’ll buzz you up.”
I hit the key on the phone to unlock the front door of the building, and hung up the phone.
<RING…>
“Did that not work?”
“No, I’m not at the door. The driver just left with your pizza, I just had a quick question.”
“Oh! Okay…”
“Do you have a metal hanger or anything? I locked my keys in my car, and if you’ve got one you could give the driver…”
I laughed. “I’ll check.”
Unfortunately, I didn’t. Hopefully he gets back in his car without having to pay a cabbie to break in. In the meantime, my pizza has appeared, and it’s dinnertime for me.
iTunes: “Nothing Else Matters” by Apoptygma Berzerk from the album Blackest Album, The (1998, 4:37).
I just found out about some sad news for any Alaskans or expatriates: well-known panhandler Floyd died April 7, 2004.
Anchorage drivers have one less reason to smile. Floyd is dead.
For more than two decades, Floyd Kaleak, a mentally impaired panhandler with a wide smile, danced and waved at passing cars from street corners all over town. Some considered him a nuisance. Others called him an ambassador of good vibes, an Anchorage icon.
Wednesday morning, one of his caregivers found Kaleak dead, still seated in front of his television in the tidy white house he rented off East Third Avenue and Eagle Street. Kaleak, 45, appeared to have died of natural causes, Anchorage police said.
The news touched many at police headquarters, said spokesman Ron McGee. Though they had responded to dozens of calls involving Kaleak over the years, “I think officers here at APD felt some affection for Floyd,” he said. “Someone here said he contributed to Anchorage in the only way he could. He made his mark.”
Anyone who lived in Anchorage for any length of time new of Floyd. You could see him all over town on any given day, standing on a street corner — I most often picture him in my mind at the corner of Northern Lights and Minnesota — bouncing up and down, waving at everyone who drove by, always with a bright, cheerful smile on his face. As long as I can remember living in Anchorage, he was as much a fixture of the city as anything else.
At one point, I heard a story about Floyd that may be something of an Anchorage urban legend, as it is somewhat (though not entirely) contradicted by some of the details of the news story, but it’s stuck with me for a long time as a shining example that no matter what, limitations are only limitations if we allow them to be.
Floyd was somewhat mentally retarded — not enough so that he needed to be confined or looked after in an institution, but enough that holding down a job wasn’t a realistic possibility for him. Because of this, he survived on the generosity of strangers, panhandling and collecting change from drivers and passersby as he danced and waved.
At one point, the police had to tell him that panhandling was illegal, and that he couldn’t do it anymore. Since this was how he lived, though, they told him that you could get a “panhandler’s license”: a legal necessity generally used by people who participate in Anchorage’s annual Renaissance Faire as beggars so that they can keep any tokens tossed to them by fairgoers. Floyd, doing what he could to stay out of trouble, saved enough of the money he collected that he was able to go to the city and get a panhandler’s license so that he could legally support himself in the only way he was able to.
As it turns out, the story itself may be only partially true. The news story mentions that Floyd “got a state business license for his panhandling activities. It was never valid, but it made Kaleak something of a folk hero among the city’s street people….” Either way, valid or not, it wasn’t just the street people that that license impressed.
Goodbye, Floyd. Keep on dancing.
iTunes: “Heavy Weather” by Caia from the album Isola D’Amore (2003, 5:06).
Consider this one week notice for any of you that might be in the Seattle area: next Monday’s my 31st birthday, so I’m making the yearly “haul your ass to the Vogue and hang out for a while” call for Saturday night, May 1st.
For those of you who’ve been to the Vogue before, you know the drill. I should be there between 9 and 10 at the latest, very possibly earlier. This may be a pretty busy night, though — there are two other birthdays for Vogue regulars that night, and it’s the 10th anniversary celebration for Mickey and Ogre (NSFW user icon on that post…), so expect lots of people (though it’s likely that only the people who already know me will have any idea that it’s my birthday celebration too).
For those of you who don’t know the Vogue and might be tempted to stop by — it’s a goth/industrial/new wave club, so in general, black is by far the predominant color. I’ll be doing the boots/kilt/shirt combo, which in most other places would make me stick out like a sore thumb, but as there were no less than three kilted boys in black at the Vogue last night, not so much there. ;)
I’ll also be there on Sunday night (since at midnight it’ll actually be my birthday), so if there’s anyone who’d rather avoid the potential Saturday crowds and doesn’t have to be up too terribly early on Monday morning, that’s certainly another option. Of course, Sundays being the fetish night, be prepared for somewhat more extreme clothing choices by the regular patrons (which, for me, is often one of the reasons I enjoy Sundays…).
Anyway, that’s about as much planning as I’m likely to do for this thing. Hit the Vogue, bounce around to good music, hang out with any friends who feel like showing up, and generally have fun. Wheee! See you there if you can make it…
iTunes: “Headhunter 2000 (Apoptygma Berzerk)” by Front 242 from the album Headhunter 2000 (1998, 5:42).
I have no idea when or why, but at some point in my youth, my overactive imagination — probably triggered by the slightly hollow echoes produced when stepping into the shower — seized upon the idea that there was no actual support structure underneath the bathtub. The tub was only connected to the house at the edges where you could see it caulked to the wall, and underneath there was only a vast, gaping chasm. I was terrified that at any point during a bath or shower, the caulking would give way, or the bottom of the tub would drop out, and I’d go plummeting into the depths of the earth.
Of course, this is very silly.
But even now, every so often during a shower, I’ll get a slightly nervous tingle in my psyche, and quickly check the seams around the tub to make sure that there are no obvious cracks…
iTunes: “Inski” by Critters Buggin’ from the album Guest (1994, 3:11).
Abortion?: Needs to stay legal and safe — making it illegal won’t stop it, it’ll just make it unsafe.
Death Penalty?: I waffle. Most of the time, I’m anti-, though there are people (like Gary Ridgeway) that really make me question that stance.
Prostitution?: Legalize. Again, it’s not going to go away, might as well do what we can to make it safe for all parties involved.
Alcohol?: Not much of a drinker, myself — one or two drinks on the weekends when I go out. All things in moderation.
Marijuana?: If I could find one person who wanted me to sign a “legalize hemp” petition that even tried to convince me that they cared at all about hemp, I might sign it. Every one I’ve ever encountered, though, just wants to get stoned. Generally, I have less problems with pot than I do alcohol — I’ve never seen a violent stoner, but I’ve seen plenty of angry drunks — but on a personal level it bored me to tears every time I tried it (I got hungry, stupid, and sleepy, all of which I can do quite well on my own without paying \$40 an eighth for the privilege), and I’ve seen people I care about do way too much, and contrary to pro-pot propaganda, yes, it does affect you beyond just the “high”. Growing up in Alaska’s very pot-friendly environment went a long way towards souring me towards the entire “pot culture”, and it’s one of the soapboxes I can get on very easily…
Other drugs?: Only ever tried pot, acid and shrooms. Pot bored me, acid was fun for about two years, shrooms gave me one very good, intense, introspective trip — and that was the last time I did any drugs. I can’t universally condemn drug use (the right drugs in the right situations can make for anything from a fun vacation to a good amount of soul searching), but on the whole, I really don’t recommend them (the right or wrong drugs at the wrong time can be a very, very bad situation).
Gay marriage?: Why do we even have to prepend “gay” to “marriage”? Two people love each other, let them do what they want, including marriage. This shouldn’t even be an issue.
Illegal immigrants?: Not an issue I really know enough about to make an intelligent argument one way or the other. Gut feeling is that the majority of them are just people doing their best to survive in the best environment possible who for one reason or another have difficulty navigating the labyrinthine beauracracy of the US Immigration Service.
Smoking?: A bad habit I need to quit.
Drunk driving?: No excuse. Should be an automatic, permanent revocation of the drivers license.
Cloning?: Very cool. Proceed with caution.
Racism?: Stupid.
Premarital sex?: Whenever I can. ;) More seriously, sexual compatibility is far too important of an issue in a relationship to leave to chance. Not only do I not have any problems with premarital sex, at times I think it should be required. Besides, I often question whether or not I ever will get married, and as I’d rather not go the celibate route…
Religion?: Investigate the ones that interest you. Never blindly accept. Question, listen to the answers you receive, learn, make your own judgments, and form your own ideas. I was lucky enough to grow up in a very open atmosphere where discussion and questioning were not only accepted, but encouraged. My base belief structure is very much based on the Christian faith (specifically, the Episcopal church) that I grew up in, but I’ve also found much in other religions that appeals to me, and have incorporated some of them into my personal belief structure. Lastly, and most importantly, realize that for everyone, their beliefs are their own — and they have no more right to impose their beliefs on you than you do to impose yours on them.
The war in Iraq?: Mind-bogglingly stupid.
Bush?: Also mind-bogglingly stupid. Actually, realistically, that’s probably very unfair. However, I agree with few to none of this man’s viewpoints, beliefs, or actions, I think he’s doing some terrible things to our country, and his apparent insistence on combining his religious viewpoints with governing the country deeply disturbs me.
Downloading music?: Generally something I only do when searching out rare tracks that cannot be found any other way. Whenever possible I will purchase the CD — directly from the artist if possible, through a store if necessary (the artists may not get much from their contracts with the studios, but they’ll get more than if I download the track).
The legal drinking age?: No major problems with it, though I wouldn’t mind if it were the same as the smoking, voting, and military service ages. Seems more than a little silly that at 18 you can cast your vote to influence the direction and leadership of the country or get sent overseas to be killed, and at 19 you can legally poison your body with tobacco, but you can’t down a beer until you’re 21.
Porn?: In general, no issues with it whatsoever. On a personal level…an occasional thing, but nothing that’s really ever interested me that much. I toss this quote out every so often, so you may have seen it here before, but when my dad was in the military, there was one serviceman who didn’t have the porn collection that most of the other soldiers did, and he generally wouldn’t go along on the trips out to the strip joints or (ahem) “massage parlors”. When asked why, his response was simply that, “I’m not particularly interested in sex — unless it’s specifically directed at me.”
Suicide?: I can’t understand it. Never have, and never will. No matter how low I get, how bad my life gets, or how depressed I get, I know that things will change. There are a lot of things in this world that I haven’t seen yet or haven’t done yet, and I don’t want to miss out on the chance to see or do a single one of them. Things are bad every so often, sure. But things are pretty damn good a lot of the time, too, and I simply cannot envision voluntarily giving all that up.
(via Mickey)
Colposinquanonia (KAHL-puh-SIN-kwah-NOH-nee-uh): Estimating a woman’s beauty based on her chest.
(via Your Local Goddess)
iTunes: “Work Me, Lord” by Joplin, Janis and the Kozmic Blues Band from the album Janis (1969, 6:38).
Only in Seattle would buying clothing involve standing in the middle of the store lobby, having a large bald man stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, and then assist you in dropping your trousers to your ankles.
Rick came by my apartment this morning to drop of some checks for a few DVDs that had been bought, and we figured we’d have time to hit breakfast before I had to be at work. Since I’d just gotten a birthday check from Prairie, I suggested a stop on the way to food — and off to Utilikilts we went.
I wasn’t sure if I’d actually be purchasing anything today, as all the kilts are hand-made, and if they don’t have the style/size/color you want on the sales floor, it’s a six to eight week before your custom-ordered kilt will be ready. The guy on the sales floor was quite helpful, though, and luckily enough, they had one of the two styles I had my eye on available in black and in my size.
Not sure if there were dressing rooms or not I started to look around, when he told me to just stand with my back to the front door and undo my belt. He stood behind me with the kilt opened up, then as I undid my fly and let my pants drop, he wrapped the kilt around me. As I worked on the buttons, he noticed that my pants had only dropped about as far as my knees, and proceeded to grab them and give them a quick tug to get them all the way down around my ankles — at which point Rick nearly burst out laughing.
The first kilt was just slightly too short for my legs, so after spending a couple moments waddling around the showroom floor (as I’d not removed my shoes, so my pants were still bunched up around my feet) he brought another kilt out, and with a quick reprise of the switcheroo, we had the second kilt on, which fit perfectly. Quite satisfied at this point, I kicked off my shoes and took my pants off the rest of the way, tossed them in my bag, paid, and we were off to breakfast.
Not fifteen minutes later, as we were walking into the IHOP just off of Broadway, two gentlemen were heading in just before us. “Nice kilt,” said the one holding the door. I grinned, and thanked him. I think I’m going to like this…
After breakfast, Rick ran me down to work. I walked in, and as I walked behind the front counter, I paused for a moment as Valerie and Darcy looked at me. “Okay,” I said. “I think this ought to be acceptable dress code!” They both laughed, and I continued on into the breakroom to find Rob, my manager. Unfortunately, he was on the phone, so I spent a few minutes paging through the employee manual. According to the dress code, “pants, skirt, or dress” are considered acceptable — and as a kilt is in some sense a form of masculine skirt, I’m firmly of the opinion that not allowing me to wear it would be sexual discrimination!
Unfortunately, Rob wasn’t entirely sure of that, and as our regional manager is fairly strict on dress code, it was decreed that I had to put my pants back on for work. Ah, well — it was worth a shot! ;)
I did change back into the kilt before I left, though, and did get an appreciative honk and wave from a cute blonde in a convertible on my way to the bus stop. Rock on! I definitely think I’m going to like this!
iTunes: “Dead Stars” by Covenant from the album United States of Mind (2001, 5:12).
Okay, here’s part two of my online garage sale: the majority of my DVD collection is going up for grabs.
As shipping on DVDs is a lot more reasonable than it would be for the electronics, though, this one’s open to anyone who might be interested. As before, please leave comments on this post for what you’re interested in instead of contacting me directly, as it will allow me to keep track of things on a “first-come-first-serve” basis, and I’ll get back to you to set up the details. As far as payment goes, PayPal will be preferred, but local buyers will also have the choice of cash or check if it can be handed directly to me.
And with that, here’s the list…
Okay, so here’s what’s up for grabs. I’ll keep this current for, oh, two weeks or so to see what I can get rid of this way, then hit the pawn shops with whatever’s left over.
Only a few conditions: buyers need to be in the Seattle area and able to come by my apartment in downtown Seattle to pick up the goods. This is only because I don’t have my own transportation to deliver anything, nor do I have the original packaging to ship equipment anywhere.
I’d ask that any interested parties respond by leaving a comment on this post, so that I can keep everything on a “first-come, first-serve” basis, rather than e-mailing me directly. Just making things as easy and as fair as possible for everyone. :)
NOTE: This post isn’t finished yet, I’m still adding things on as I get them finalized. :) Okay, everything’s up.
Update: Wow, that was fast. Assuming that none of the people that contacted me fell through, everything listed here has been spoken for. Should that change, I’ll update, of course…but at the moment, it looks like this much is wrapped up. Now to get started listing the DVDs…
Sony Wega KV-27FS17 27″ Television — $300 (originally purchased for $650, currently priced on the ‘net at around $450) SOLD.