Thursday, April 26, 2007

The Great Horse Hunt



This picture was taken at lunch yesterday, and it's worth a few choice words. It's no mystery spot to most Reno Natives, and Louis' Basque Corner is still one of the handful of Northern Nevada treasures that we can partake in with true authenticity. Those hours posted are not bullshit...happy begins at 2:30, and a Picon costs two bucks. If you don't know what a Picon is, let me explain it to you this way: six bucks is probably too much to spend at happy hour. For your own good.



I was at Louis' checking out the projector set up I am preparing for my mother and father in law's 50th wedding anniversary party next week. After figuring out where everything should be placed to get the proper emotive response, I decided to pony up to the bar and enjoy the pork chops. I was by myself, but not alone, and of the other 9 or so people there at lunch I was the youngest by at least 25 years...and the only one actually eating a meal. The rest of the gang was having their (almost) afternoon toddy's, rolling dice and just passing the time. Even Louis was there, passing out Tripe to his cronies, slamming the dice down on the bar and knocking back a red one. It's a scene worth checking out. I always forget how much I love Nevada until I head in to Louis' or the Santa Fe or Ormachia's or The Coney Island or Casale's or JT's or The Overland, or any of the other wonderful places to soak it all in.



Unfortunately I will have to miss the party next week, but it will be for a good cause, and one worthy of including in this post, so steeped in tradition. The Kentucky Derby is calling and the energy is building as I stumble on such great stories as this one, told by one of Louisville's own lost sons. Enjoy.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Local Talent

This little blog of mine is really not much more than a compilation of little remarks. Cute, sometimes witty, often not very well thought out remarks. As Gertrude Stein said, however, "Remarks are not literature."

For an astounding example of quality literary talent (albeit in short story form), please engage yourself in The Unbridled Underestimation of Racehorses and Fat Guys, by Ben Rogers. Read everything, actually...it's all good. I stumbled upon his website yesterday, and got through half of it without blinking. He's from Reno, and we run in similar circles, I think...well, shit, Reno's all one big family anyway, right?

Anyway, he's working on a novel, and my bet is on the novel to win and the shorties to show...you'll be hearing about him, no doubt.

And so it goes, that in the most humble of regards, I implore you all to: Enjoy.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Was Timothy Leary Right? No, but he was on to something.


All drugs have benefits and risks, but in psychedelics we have been tempted to see only one or the other. Not anymore. (Via)

In the butt, Bob

I was in deep meditation yesterday as I walked through my backyard, picking up dogshit. The concept that seemed to have it's death-grip on my consciousness was this: What has happened to the lost art of butt-rock?

I had just listened to your friend and mine, Chris Payne on his afternoon show (a rare occasion for me, since the invention of the ipod). He had just played an amazing introductory riff for his on-air guest, including a wicked taste of the buttrockingest electric axe I had sampled in long time. I got home and went up the walk towards the open front door, only to hear extraordinarily bad cheese rock wafting through the air. My wife smiled at me all too knowingly as I walked through the door. She had the '80's channel on the digital music station playing on the tv/surround, and if memory serves me right, "Bad English" was tearing it up. "What a strange coincidence" I thought to myself before heading out to the yard to enjoy the awesome task of cleaning up after my dog.

I am a child of the '80s, and some time around 5th grade, my buddy Steve introduced me to Iron Maiden on the playground at recess. While the aggressively operatic noise blasting through his Walkman (the sports model, btw...very radical) was ultimately not for me, it DID lead me on my long and enjoyable foray into the world of glam-rock. I began a decade-long worship of such face-melters as Def Leppard, Poison, Skid Row, Slaugher, Van Halen, Warrant, Whitesnake, Winger, Motley Crue, Guns and Roses, the Mighty Mat (Metallica) and so many others that I would embarrass myself even further by attempting to finish out the list. (Now that I think about it, I am already embarrassed by the name Whitesnake making the list, but I refuse to remove it as David Coverdale was at one time a Reno local, and I once heard that his girlfriend who writhed around on the hood of the Jaguar in that video is also from around here.) Anyway, the point is that butt rock was very, very good to me. I love hearing it's influences passed down into today's versions of modern rock, but I fear that the days of blatantly unashamed misogynistic rocking have morphed into weakly inarticulated hip-hop...the kind that I tend to steer clear of.

Oh well, I still have a nice big folder of CD's, including such compilations of one-hit-wonders as the Beavis and Butthead Movie soundtrack. It will be fucking hilarious when I try to explain what the hell I was thinking to my son when he hits middle school. I can't wait.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Sunset04192007_1


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Originally uploaded by Zack - Full Sets.
This picture was taken by my buddy, Zack. He's leaving Reno this week for the Big City...well, A city, anyway. As you can tell just by looking at this picture, he is a true native Nevadan.

Z- you're one of my only consistent readers, I think, so I'll just get direct with it: I'll miss you. Represent ;-)

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Pulling weight @ 4:15am

I just got done feeding my 8 1/2 month old a bottle and putting her back to sleep. I don't do this very often...in fact, that's an exaggeration; Marissa ALWAYS feeds her. Sure, I've done it a few times, but 99% of the time, Mommy does it all the time. (Ron Burgundy references come easily at this hour...even if spelling does not...good thing there's a spellchecker at the end of the tunnel). I just happened to be laying awake in bed, wishing I hadn't had any whiskey to drink tonight, when I heard the little Princess shuffling and groaning the sweet uncomfortable coo that says "My stomach is missing something...can someone replace it for me?" I knew Marissa's sensor was picking up on it, so I beat her to the punch and said "I can't sleep, do you want me to go give her some formula?" The tone in her voice when she responded "Yeah!" was one of surprise and gratitude. I know she can use the sleep.

My wife is a homemaker. I get up and go to work every morning, sometimes on the weekend, and I usually do so after a full night's sleep. Sure, I wake up just like she does when I hear the baby start to cry, but I usually crash immediately after Marissa gets up and heads down the hall to plug Ireland in to the teet. She is a full time mom, which means that she is responsible for those two kids 24/7. She doesn't get to head out to work early in the morning, nor does she get to check out early and head home...she's always on the job. What an enormously important job it is.

Sitting there this evening, looking into my daughter's eyes as she filled up on formula and fumbled her tiny fingers around trying to grab my hand, I had this thought: As difficult as it is doing these duties at all hours, there is something awesome about it all. There's something sweet and amazing about the way my daughter studies my face as she eats. There's something quietly satisfying about being able to just watch my son sleep, curled up into a ball on his little big-boy bed 15 feet away. There's something cathartic about taking inventory of the plethora of toys (yes, El Guapo, I would say there is a plethora) that stuff the toy box that these kids call a bedroom. There is something really rewarding about being a parent, and it's happening right now.


Man, if you don't have kids, this post is probably going to seem pretty fucking boring. That's just too bad for you. I hope you got lots of sleep last night! Sleep's for losers.

Monday, April 16, 2007

What a world

I'm sick to my stomach with the irony that I posted the Robert Kennedy "Mindless Menace of Violence" speech two days ago only to hear the horrific news of the worst campus shooting in American history. What. The. Fuck.


I wanted to blog today about the weekend with my family...the usual details, including a hike in which Sean managed to climb up to the ditch trail elevation all on his own! We had a rad day yesterday, and as happy as I was to see his progress, I have to say that my joy is overwhelmingly coupled with sadness about the state of the world that I'm bringing my kids into. I 'm not planning on dwelling on this concept, only touching on the fact. The truth is that as f'd up as the world can be, it is still full of beauty and promise, and it is up to us as parents and as human beings to continue to work for the Greater Good.

I can't imagine how hard it must be for the parents of all the Virginia Tech kids/family members/friends who lost their lives this morning to the Mindless Menace of Violence.















I want my money...



Shout out to the beautiful M. Ronhaar for turning me on to this little slice of heaven.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Bobby

I watched Bobby last night, and was pleasantly surprised that the content of the movie had a variety of angles, not all of which was tied to politics. The buildup of tension that led to the final scene was great, and the payoff was watching the final shots and listening to real audio from Bobby'sMindless Menace of Violence speech. It's moving, and worth the read.



But we can perhaps remember – even if only for a time –
that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share
with us the same short movement of life, that they seek –
as we do – nothing but the chance to live out their lives in
purpose and happiness, winning what satisfaction and
fulfillment they can.

-Senator Robert F. Kennedy to the Cleveland City Club, Cleveland, Ohio, April 5, 1968 .



Friday, April 13, 2007

13


I snapped this shitty cameraphone picture of the Mizpah demolition a couple of days ago. It blows me away to think that a year ago I was trying to sell the building that once stood here to one of my clients. Now it's rubble.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music


I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

-Kurt Vonnegut Jr., 1922-2007

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

RT YPN V-I-D-E-O

I just discovered this video from Robert Payne's blog. He was nice enough to introduce me to his lovely wife at the party, and I think that people like these are a good reason to get involved with the YPN. I'm adding his blog to my hit list, so check him out. He's Nevada.


Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Monday, April 9, 2007

Jesus died so that trespassing bunnies could lay chocolate eggs...

...or something like that. Easter has come and gone. It's another fun time for the kids, and a nice excuse to get the whole family together.

Along with a stomach ache, my weekend involved 2 birthdays, a couple of great Dodger ass-whoopings, The Master's, the discovery that my brother and I will be attending this year's Kentucky Derby in style, and my wife and I discovering that she has some kind of stalker. I think I'm going to break these issues up and digest them, and then comment on each of them in due time.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Funnyman

Here's a great article/interview with one of the funniest creatures God ever created: Will Ferrel. Enjoy.

Launch - RT-YPN

I talked about the Reno Tahoe Young Professionals Network in an earlier post. Last night, I attended their launch party at Club 210 North (a first time visit for me). I really wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't a line all the way around the building just to get in! I had flashbacks to the days when I would actually stand in line to get into a club like this, but I don't remember those waits taking place with abundant amounts of daylight. The line was a good thing, however, as it just meant that there are a lot of interested young professionals that fit into the demographics that EDAWN is targeting with the formation of YPN.

After about 30 minutes on the sidewalk and $10 at the door, I made my way upstairs, where the music and activity was abuzz. I think that the turnout was probably more than the Board of Directors expected. They had a hard time with PA announcements, and I think ended up giving up on trying to hold the mob's attention, but they still did a good job just getting everyone together. There was a fashion show at some point, and a bunch of appetisers that I failed to sample. I went with the intention of networking and I think the majority of the people who showed up did, too, because it wasn't too hard to shake hands and talk with other professionals my age in the community. It was just a little loud!

By the time I snuck out, I had a very positive feeling about the evening, and now I hope to see more from this group. I am very curious to know who all of these faces belong to that I have never seen before. As a Reno native, it's pretty surprising to think that I recognized maybe about 20% of the people in attendance, but it's also refreshing and inspiring. I'd like to see how RT-YPN develops, and I plan on staying engaged in it.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Congacody

My buddy Cody was in the paper today. Check out the article, and if you are interested, go learn how to play percussion like a local rawkstar.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Graeagle, CA


As mentioned in an earlier post, I spent the weekend with my kids while mom was taking a weekend with the girls in the wine country. I think I had just as much fun, though. We went up with "Papa" to the house in Graeagle. It's on the Feather River, which is the perfect place to play fetch with the dog in the River. Good Times.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

LaPlante

I'm adding David LaPlante's blog to my list. I hope this is cool with David. I saw a comment from a dude named David on a recent post(thanks, btw), but there was no profile to click to. Coincidentally, on the same day, David LaPlante added me to his flickr contacts (thanks again, btw). I'm just connecting the dots and thinking they are one in the same. Google Analytics tells me that there have only been about 20 new visitors to my blog in the last couple of days, so I think that my assumptions are probably accurate. Either way, check out his blog...it's pretty awesome. I'm also thinking he is a worthy adversary in the flickr realm as well...hmmmm.

David - hope to meet you some time.

Cowardice and Comedy

I just caught up on Kathy Sierra's unfortunate situation. She has a blog, and has been recently sexually objectified and even had death threats made against her. The person who has caused her to stay frozen in her house, immobilized by fear, is a fucking coward and a sad, hateful, pathetic puke. Unfortunately, this is the first in what I believe will be a disturbing wake-up call for those who don't recognize the potential for violence in the blogosphere. It's probably been happening all over the place, but it's my first eye-opener. I hope the cops find this guy. It's too bad that sociopathic fuck-ups like the one making the threats tend to talk so much shit from the shadows but never have the balls to confront someone face-to-face.

Anyway.

On a lighter note, Myrna just turned me on to Alanis Morrisette singing My Lumps on Youtube. It's classic; enjoy.

Monday, April 2, 2007

AC07

Click on the title, and if you haven't already, go rent "Blood Diamond". It's a powerful movie. The father-son theme hit me very hard, especially after spending the last 3 days taking care of my kids while their mother travelled.

Our world is a shocking place, and here in America we are so insulated from the harsh realities that other cultures have thrust upon them. Sadly, I think a diamond really is forever, as is the fate of our human race to fight over "precious" things.

I understand the desire to fight for what's precious...fortunately for me, it's not a diamond.