Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Today I found out Octavia Butler
passed away on February 24th. A wonderful writer of science fiction with a unique perspective, she revived my interest in a genre I had relinquished to movies.
Thank you, Ms. Butler.
Posted at 11:19 pm by dvblog
I'm not sure what the problem is with BLOGDRIVE, buuuuuutttttt.....
As of the last couple of weeks this site, as well as other blogdrive blogs have been impossible to view. Other posters have had problems making new entries, and there's plenty more crap going on wiith the interface. Such as, THIS TYPE SHOULD NOT BE BLUE!
Once I get it worked out, I will continue with more and more pithy entries about my move to the north country, includig why we might be moving to Petaluma instead of Sebastapol.
Posted at 10:48 am by dvblog
Monday, March 06, 2006
And, I'm moving to Sebastapol.
With our current landlord getting on the real estate gravy train by selling the house, we've spent the last three months developing a personal relationship with Craigslist. Every morning, rain or shine, we scoured various rental listings in the Bay Area trying to find someting with three bedrooms for less than $2400 a month.
Oh, right off the bat we found a gorgeous place. Big, beautiful and recently remodeled with a brand new kitchen and bathrooms. Three bedrooms AND a small room perfect for guests. Amazing. And the owners turned out to be good friends of good friends, so we were a shoo-in to get the place. In fact, they told us they wanted us to have the place. Everything was perfect.
And then my wife looked at the USGS Landslide maps for the neighborhood. The only hot spot in all of El Cerrito was directly above our new home. Bye now.
Long story short, three months later, we FINALLY found a place up in Sebastapol. Two bedrooms, an office for me. Two car garage so I can finally start painting again. Nice yard, nice area.
Off we go, sometime in April.
Posted at 07:22 pm by dvblog
Thursday, September 01, 2005
what can be said, and what can't...
The disaster unfolding in what is certainly one of America's most important cities is heartbreaking to watch, and it is certainly upon us all to do whatever we can to help. However, I continue to shudder at the continual reports of how the catastrophe will impact the price of gasoline for the rest of the country.
Time to get a grip, folks.
Posted at 02:41 pm by dvblog
Thursday, July 21, 2005
yea, verily I say unto thee...
"And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon."
I'm sure it means something to someone somewhere.
"And they knew not their holes from an ass on the ground" -Chapter 1, The Book of Holes
Thanks, and a tip 'o the hat to Lady Penelope
Posted at 10:03 pm by dvblog
Friday, July 08, 2005
I seen it! (a movie review)
the bat in the hat
The true story of comic book super hero Bat Wayne examines his origins as a rich orphan who, in trying to find out how poor people live, journeys to a Korean animation studio in the icy peaks somewhere near Lake Tahoe. There he meets L. Neeson Hubbard, a mysterious knight of some kind from a rival animation studio. L. asks him to come "to the top of the mountain", which Bat does, only to have his ass kicked by even more extreme working conditions (but better lighting). After banging the gong, Bat "gets clear" about his problem with bats, and burns the motherfucker down. Goes back to Chicago to hook up with Morgan Freeman (delightful as The Morgan Freeman Character™), kick some more ass, and get a girl with a tight suit IN a tight suit. In the big finish, which I don't want to spoil for you, Bat finds out Hubbard was just acting like he was Bats friend, but he was just bullshitting him. Turns out L. just wants everybody to be confused about who the bad guys are, so he tries to smoke everybody up and make them playa haters at the same time. No surprise, Bat fucks him up.
So everybody says this is a new, darker Batman for the 21st century, or thereabouts. A muted palette of browns and greys means that its not a comic book, not even a graphic novel. The real world, I suppose. "Less special effects" they say, but that's because they don't know that the effects are just less special. Its pretty obvious to me they shot their wad on the cityscapes and had nothing left for the Bat Sabers. You can tell because during the fight scenes its impossible to make out who's beating on who. Its all a thousand two-frame cuts of blurry camera crap. I'm no genius, but even I know you can work thirty itinerant CG guys fresh outta design school cheaper than you can a half decent editor. That's the real world, dude.
Of course, a world where Danny Elfman is too busy to do the music ain't a place I wanna be.
Posted at 11:53 am by dvblog
Saturday, July 02, 2005
from our true facts file:
4. Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the
13. A pack-a-day smoker will lose approximately 2 teeth every 10 years.
25. When you sneeze, all bodily functions stop, even your heart!
55. Only 7 per cent of the population are lefties.
91. Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until they are 2-6
116. Most of us have eaten a spider in our sleep.
117. The real reason ostriches stick their head in the sand is to search for
118. The only two animals that can see behind themselves without turning
their heads are the rabbit and the parrot.
211. In most television commercials advertising milk, a mixture of white
paint and a little thinner is used in place of the milk.
324. Most hospitals make money by selling the umbilical cords cut from women
who give birth. They are used in vein transplant surgery.
sorry, its a holiday weekend.
Posted at 11:43 am by dvblog
Saturday, June 25, 2005
lee, we knew ye hardly
Former Republican operative/scumbag Lee Atwater has been of interest to me for a long time, or at least since he died. Atwater was a political consultant the way John Wayne Gacy was a clown. A 32nd-degree exalted master of the dirty trick, his major claim to fame was linking Michael Dukakis to Willie Horton, though he could also cop to a number of other moves that one could call brilliant if they weren't in the employ of evil.
Atwater could also play guitar, and fancied himself an R n' R n' R, or Republican Rock and Roller. Or in manipu-speak, a conservative who could relate to the rebel rocker attitude. Or some such shit. Ted Nugent without the class.
But the corker in this guys career was his staring-in-the-face-of-Jesus epiphany that maybe he was wrong. You see, Lee got brain cancer, and as he realized that as the morte d'jour he might have to tell Saint Peter, or J.C. or even the big dude himself how he spent his precious time on earth, it might not play that he knowingly and willingly lied, cheated and otherwise fucked over other human beings. Excuse me, God's creatures.
So Mr. A pulls his deathbed 180 in a pathetic attempt to get to heaven, and like Chuck Colson finding The Lord in prison, or Michael Milken starting a foundation to cure the Prostate Cancer he is suddenly afflicted with, the altruism is so transparent as to be almost non-existant.
That's why it's time to start the "Atwater Of The Week" Award! Not by ME necessarily, but by some media entity with the resources and scope to find other similarly apologetic Conswervatives, and expose the "morality" for the self-service it is.
Don't hold your breath for Karl Rove's nomination, but Ol' Mr. Death might still have a few tricks up his sleeve. DC Mediagirl has more.
Posted at 10:53 pm by dvblog
Monday, June 20, 2005
that was the longest day that was
Gathered up the premature apples that had fallen off the tree. Into the compost they go, too young to have any heft, any maturity, any substance.
Finally finished a painting that had been worked to death. Over and over and over until the detail was too much and not enough at the same time. I realized that the whole thing was about how the land calms the water even when it can't contain it. Worrying about how the waves looked was a waste of time. The painting comes from a cell phone photo.
Here in the new house, I sit out on the back deck and light a candle and pour a glass of wine and watch the final minutes of spring. The evenings are not balmy yet, and in fact they rarely will be, but I am ecstatic to put on an extra shirt to sit in the fading light and watch the candle burn.
At 9:05 there is still light in the sky. Wonderful. Summer.
At 9:30 the light in the sky has gone deep, deep blue. Winter can't be far now.
Posted at 09:44 pm by dvblog
Friday, June 17, 2005
Berkeley Honda Strike update..
Posted at 03:48 pm by dvblog