August 5th, 2005

the only earth?

fun game!! grandma memories!

O.K., so I'm supposed to be making a list of memories to include in a book for my grandma's 75th birthday. Yet, as the deadline approaches I haven't really come up with anything great.

Please share some grandmother-related memories (real or fake, related to my grandma, your grandmother, or a fictional grandparent).
i am not a stuffed tiger.

band names, zoology, calendars

In this month's Spin, Chuck Klosterman writes about the recent flood of "wolf" bands:
Wolf Parade . . . Guitar Wolf . . . Wolf Eyes . . . Wolf Mother . . . Peanut Butter Wolf . . . Animal Collective . . . We have entered the Golden Era of the Rock Wolf. But why has this happened? What do these bands have in common? What is the unifying lupine element? [spin]
Aside from the basic complaint that he includes Animal Collective in the list to score hip-points (instead of including Woelv or Steaming Wolf Penis, for instance), he really passes up a big opportunity to explore the cycles of animal named bands. Why, it seems like only yesterday that snake bands ruled the world with These Arms Are Snakes, Cobra High, the Charming Snakes, King Cobra, Snake River Conspiracy, Cobra Verde, the Snake the Cross the Crown, etc. etc.

What was it that turned the tide from snakes to wolves? Does it work like the Chinese calendar?
the only earth?

more things

Last night, happy hour was at TōST, which bills itself as being industrial chic. We sat outside on the back deck, which was nice once the blinding sun sank below the next building's roofline. There were very few people inside; so I have to assume that the industrial aspect doesn't kick in until later. Yet the happy hour food and drinks were tasty. Anyway, it's one of those Fremont places that I'd walked past for years; so it was good to finally check it out.

After a couple hours, I tried to check out the "God's First Solo Exhibit" at Priceless Works, but it turns out that the Stranger suggested going on the wrong day. Finding the gallery was tricky enough, Carolyn is a Fremont resident and even she didn't know exactly where it was located. Finding it empty meant that I had time to kill before catching the next bus.

So, I hung out at the Sonic Boom across the street and bought the Clap Your Hands Say Yeah CD. After a couple of listens this afternoon, I think that I'm willing to say that the hype is justified. It's kind of in the neighborhood of Neutral Milk Hotel, the Mountain Goats, and the Arcade Fire. Not exactly, but a good confluence of those sorts of elements.

Finally, there's an Arrested Development mini-marathon on just as I'm doing laundry and contemplating a plan. Or non-plan. But in one episode Michael seems to have a Sidekick that he doesn't use in a Sidekicky way.