i blame them
the longest mile
my affair with a greek woman
a night on the town
my old intro: an introduction
christening naze.net: i am naze
Think of something of which you are absolutely certain. An unassailable belief, a life-changing moment, a plan that must succeed. Translate that thought into music and you have the first movement of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. It's not famous from hype, it's the real deal. Play it and you will know what absolute certainty sounds like.
+4/23/2003 01:53:58 PM
seven year itch
I first heard Maria McKee's music 15 years ago when I was running KLC Radio. Her two albums as the center of Lone Justice are works of incredible emotional range, exuberance, spirituality, country roots and punk sensibility -- a revelation and product of genius. Record companies aren't very good at selling genius and thus Maria's career has been somewhat rocky, but always buoyed by her songwriting talent (the Dixie Chicks recorded her "Am I the Only One" on Wide Open Spaces - ka-ching) and her hardcore fan base (he said, raising his hand).
Her solo career culminated in her final Geffen release, the raw and challenging Life is Sweet. Jarring atonality, rough repetitive guitar work and the exploration of an embattled psyche make this a difficult record for most to handle, but those who dare it will undoubtedly come away with something.
Now, seven years later, Maria has just self-released her latest, High Dive. I'll buy pretty much whatever she releases, out of desire to support her talent. As I listen to it now, I hear several tracks (To the Open Spaces, High Dive, and T.V. Teens) that appeal. Like all of her solo work, I still feel it lacks the cohesion of her Lone Justice music. Her song-writing resonates through the country idiom in a way that it doesn't in her string heavy arrangements. However, there is a lot to like -- for example, the short, quiet ballad No Gala.
+4/22/2003 12:44:31 PM
what me, the queen of england, and robert smith of the cure have in common with rome
"Legend has it that Rome was founded by Romulus and Remus on April 21, 753 B.C., after the twin brothers built a settlement."
+4/22/2003 11:42:33 AM
i haiku myself
Graying teeth, hair sparse
Reclining in my chair like
William F. Buckley
+4/21/2003 09:22:41 AM
feelin' fine at thirty-nine
I'll be celebrating another orbit round the sun in 10 hours. (I already received birthday greetings from Aussie Wendy!) If you've got a spare 3 minutes (especially if you are a regular reader), would you e-mail me a birthday haiku? (Standard form is 5 syllables / 7 syllables / 5 syllables, although you needn't feel too constrained.) Send them to haiku at naze dot net. Hopefully, I'll be sharing some with you soon. (If you don't want your name to be published, let me know.) The last time we did this, it was a hoot. It would make me ever so happy. In fact, I'd be all atwitter.
+4/20/2003 11:15:14 PM
I can, without hestitation, recommend that you *never* get a Discover card. Their policy is to relentlessly harrass you on the phone with solicitations and service calls. When you provide written instruction to close the account and refund the balance, they do neither. Until the 2nd or 3rd frustrating call. And then you get another "courtesy call". I've never, in all my life, felt so bothered by a company I have done business with.
+4/17/2003 10:10:08 AM
it is time to get fierce
Tim Robbins, yesterday at the National Press Club: "And the most frightening thing about the weekend was the amount of times we were thanked for speaking out against the war because that individual speaking thought it unsafe to do so in their own community, in their own life...it is time to get angry. It is time to get fierce."
"You have the right to free speech / as long as you're not dumb enough to actually try it" -the Clash
"They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." -Benjamin Franklin
Feel any safer for what you have given up? Did you get a good deal?
+4/16/2003 11:12:44 AM
Is it that I Iove the Internet or is it just that I'm awfully happy with the people I meet through the net? Perhaps the best answer is yes.
I've been in 80's and 90's gaming heaven ever since Nick gave me the tip on how to make MAME work on my PC. Atari's Rampart is the best arcade game ever, and while it isn't configured to use the original trac ball, a mouse works pretty damned well.
I've been seriously considering switching blog apps. The choices are upgrading to Blogger Pro (add pictures, hopefully better reliability) or the more complete solution, an app hosted on my on domain server, like Moveable Type or Gray Matter. I asked advice from the Illusionary One and she blew me away with the offer to install MT on my server and to convert my blog files. That is so cool. I haven't yet decide which route to take, but it's amazing to have this collaborative way of getting stuff done.
+4/13/2003 10:25:59 PM
yeah, dat's da ticket
Did I just play Klax for 3 straight hours? No, why do you ask? The smattering of applause? Those are just my peeps.
Well then...move along.
+4/10/2003 12:09:43 AM
"What if Fox News were around during other historical events?"
[via Wil - takes a few seconds to load]
+4/8/2003 11:02:52 PM
return to the golden age of the arcade
You may recall my recent computer wish list. I'm happy to report that it just got shorter by one item -- my Multi-Arcade Machine Emulator (MAME) is up and running classic games of the 1980's and early 1990's. My new hero? Nick Danger. In 2 e-mails he overcame the problem that bedeviled me since my first attempt a couple of years ago. (The solution: Options, Directories, Insert, select, OK. Voila!)
Klax, Punchout, and a delightfully simple gem from 1986, Renegade. Aaaahhhhhh!
+4/8/2003 09:49:55 PM
If you wondered what happened to me over the last week...well, it's blogger. I'm feeling very peevish right now -- 75% at the new google-owned company and 25% at me. Blogger has a recurring problem where templates (everything surrounding these words on this front page) on their server somehow get disconnected from the user's editing mechanism. I kept posting, editing and re-posting in an attempt to overcome the defect, to no avail. The result: a posting that meant something to me (my father's birthday -- below) gets posted a week after it happened and with a date that is 2 days late.
I'm peeved with myself for not demonstrating a little more ingenuity. It wasn't until a few moments ago that it occurred to me to jiggle the template a bit. Duh. Probably would have fixed it from the get go...
+4/8/2003 09:37:34 PM
Happy Birthday, Dad!
I know people who were born on major holidays like the Fourth of July and Christmas, but their coincident holiday doesn't seem to rub off on them nearly to the extent that April Fool's Day has on my father. And I mean that in a good way.
When Dad moved us to Longview, Washington in 1965 he founded a group of civic minded pranksters and satirists called the Longview Sandbaggers. At their zenith in the early 1970's, the red and white striped jacket Sandbaggers showed up at city hall meetings, openings and parades with alarming regularity, ready to poke fun at pomposity, over-seriousness, and pop culture. Not always strictly politically correct, but never mean-spirited, this group created a levity and spontaneous humor that "embiggened" the small city I grew up in.
+4/3/2003 09:17:16 PM
the hunted - a travelogue
The movies I see are largely dictated by opportunity. I've got a 2-3 hour window. I see a film that fits the schedule. Today it was The Hunted. It's a decent film with 2 great actors: Benicio Del Toro and Tommy Lee Jones. There are flaws -- I'd give it an IMDB 6.
But, if you would like a very nice look at Portland on the big screen, The Hunted is an 8. A few years ago when they were shooting this, I saw them on the Hawthorne Bridge with the life scale light rail train. The light rail doesn't run across the Hawthorne Bridge (it runs across the Steel Bridge), so they had to rig a model that was pushed across. Portland is all over this movie. Chases through the massive Keller Fountain, scenes in the Federal Building, a northwest neighborhood, a tunnel in the West Hills, and even a view (of the outside) of Portland's oldest strip club, Mary's. Visually, this is the best Portland film. Dramatically, Breaking In and Drugstore Cowboy still reign.
+3/24/2003 10:34:12 PM
christopher at naze.net
when you are doing
what you said,
but they will never forget
-Carl W. Buehner