Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Lainey, the boy and the birthday cake.




Monday, January 16, 2006
A new milestone. We have light.





Sunday, January 15, 2006
Its not often that I see some poetry in blog comments...but I really liked this one. For context...folks were commenting on the fact that Henry Rollins has a blog, and that he appears to have aged and become boring;

"We met at a Black Flag show - one of the first with that new guy, Henry Something. We went to a lot of shows back in the day, I think that one was at CBGB, maybe. We used to go there and see all the punk shows - Bad Brains, Fear. Surging, pounding masses of pissed off and happy kids, slamming and running at each other in the sheer visceral joy of CONTACT in a vast city and world that seemed to do everything it could to keep everyone isolated. Sweating, bleeding, laughing, shouting at the top of our lungs - I'll never forget it.

She was dressed in black fishnet, artfully torn and adorned with smashed up pieces of barbie dolls. She was hurling herself from the stage out over the crowd, massive boots and fingerless gloves windmilling and splaying into the seething mass. She called herself "Morticia", swore like a sailor in pain, shotgunned beers we got from older friends like there was no tomorrow - which she insisted there wasn't. I was a more philosophical punk, in my army fatigues covered with peace signs, but like so many of us quiet kids, I was in love with the loudest ones.

Which was funny - she refused to use the word "love" for the first three years we hung out, and insisted she just wanted to bang. That was the way she put it, with a casual disdain. Over time, of course, I met the family. I learned how much she hated shirts on the floor and being late; she discovered I secretly loved the Beach Boys - even Rogers and Hammerstein; we indulged ourselves in the main of American culture with a dirty, embarassed glee, like a shared secret act of perversion.

Now I work in advertising, and she works as an editor from home and takes care of the kids. Henry Rollins has a blog, some Ramone I never heard of has a radio show on satellite radio, and Johnny Rotten's website won't load in my browser because it's so loaded with useless fancy crap. Soon Ringo will be the only living Beatle. I sip my coffee and look out over the rainy city from the nice flat I own. I should be stunned, I should be wondering how we got here, but try as I might, I'm just thinking about parking spaces and rent control.

I expect as sinility sets in, I'll look back on my life and romantisize my "cool" roots and wonder how I got where I got.


Friday, January 13, 2006
A brief reflection on this past November and the glorious day at the farm. A nice diversion after hacking away at the solid ice on the front steps with a framing hammer.




Monday, January 09, 2006
By the time you read this the Lexus will turn over 100K kms. For some reason this makes it an "old" car in my mind. Granted it is 5 years old, and is showing some wear and tear. Despite this, it has been an excellent car (knock on virtual wood) and has been the object of much obcession on my part. We've certainly had the means to buy a new car, but I've never come across another design that I liked as much as the yellow IS. I certainly love the Audi A3 and A4's, but they don't offer an assertive color like the solar yellow from Toyota. I like some of the colors from Mazda, but none of the designs. This is the crux of the problem, I like little things from each company, but can't seem to find someone who brings it all together...with perhaps the exeption of the Mini...but you can't go there with 2 kids and a crap load to the cottage. In honor of the IS's important milestone...I offer up this image; a shot of us taking delivery.


Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Here's the boy throwing gang signs within minutes of getting his new bike.