Wednesday, January 19, 2005
home
I'm back home. Sorry about the unsubstantial World of Concrete coverage this year. I was contemplating staying by myself and continuting the coverage, but I ran out of funding and couldn't put together an appropriate disguise. Las Vegas can be an expensive and dangerous place. I will do my best to make it up to you.
We have a functioning rehearsal space in our garage now. Rock music is currently emanating from it.
My bed is covered in cat hair. I fear I may have to wash the sheets.
Being at home = work work work. There's no escape!
There are some more Reubens Accomplice shows coming up with The Format in California next week. I'll let you know when I know the whole itinerary.(1) comments [+/-] show/hide the comments
We have a functioning rehearsal space in our garage now. Rock music is currently emanating from it.
My bed is covered in cat hair. I fear I may have to wash the sheets.
Being at home = work work work. There's no escape!
There are some more Reubens Accomplice shows coming up with The Format in California next week. I'll let you know when I know the whole itinerary.
Did I happen to mention the Burma Show at the Iron Horse? No? Picture Roger Miller Rocking in you living room along with Clint Connely and Peter Prescott & I'm not talking a Jimmy eat/Aquanaut/ Mideval Kenival 11th street Tempe kind of thing I'm talking pure fucking rock minus the keg! (I did hear Thurston Moore order a Berkshire Steel Rail Draft as I ordered up some Dickle.) Song list was way to extensive to get into. Name it and they played it. L.A. shows for my West coast homies (and you know who you are) coming your way. World of Concrete? What the fuck? Oh, I topped off my Burma fix with a New Radient Storm King show the subsequent Saturday. I think I can wait for rock until Califone disbands.
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
World of Concrete 2005 - Day 1... the final day
I woke up this morning to a knock at the door: "Ryan, let's go!" I was fully clothed plus shoes, all the lights on, lying sideways across the top of the bed. I was suppose to have been up an hour earlier. Whoops.
I was up and moving quickly. A few cups of coffee later I realized that I only had one cigarette. One. There is nowhere to buy cigarettes at the convention center. Torture.
I must reveal some terrible news: We had to flee the World of Concrete today, and we will not be going back. This is the end of the World of Concrete coverage. The story of our departure is surreal and difficult to comprehend, but I will attempt to relate it as accurately as possible, after I get back from the bar.
<5 hours later> ...Aladdin... Baileys... Paris... MGM...
Whoops, I got drunk again. Anyway, things went down and we got rushed out of town. That makes me sad because the software I've been working on incessantly for the last 4 months was working fairly well and people seemed to like it more or less. Our semi-forced removal was no fault of my own, I was hiding in the corner programming all day. I ate a salad for lunch.
Vegas can be a terribly depressing place.
Holy shit I'm tired.
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I was up and moving quickly. A few cups of coffee later I realized that I only had one cigarette. One. There is nowhere to buy cigarettes at the convention center. Torture.
I must reveal some terrible news: We had to flee the World of Concrete today, and we will not be going back. This is the end of the World of Concrete coverage. The story of our departure is surreal and difficult to comprehend, but I will attempt to relate it as accurately as possible, after I get back from the bar.
<5 hours later> ...Aladdin... Baileys... Paris... MGM...
Whoops, I got drunk again. Anyway, things went down and we got rushed out of town. That makes me sad because the software I've been working on incessantly for the last 4 months was working fairly well and people seemed to like it more or less. Our semi-forced removal was no fault of my own, I was hiding in the corner programming all day. I ate a salad for lunch.
Vegas can be a terribly depressing place.
Holy shit I'm tired.
hmmm i just realized that my life has so few events of interest that i consider reading a couple paragraphs about the world of concrete festival the highlight of my week.
maybe you should take a really long nap. or a couple bongrips. or both.
# posted by 
: 1/19/2005 2:05 PM
: 1/19/2005 2:05 PM
I am living in the world of concrete flooring. The terminal dust problem has yet to prompt a drunken guest ousting, but thanks for the warning.
PS: Good Job on your exams Whiskey. Now write-on to whatever law review/journal you can. Spend 25% of your time on analysis, and use the remainder of your time on grammar and style before you submit your perfect writing sample. Perfect grammar is key. Do not use contractions. Get yourself a Chicago Manual of Style, and use bare-bones legal analysis and rules. The judges (2L’s) are looking for spelling and grammar errors. The legal arguments are ancillary. They are tired and drunk from finals too. They are little stress-muffins waiting for job offers. Keep it short, sweet and neat and you will henceforth feel the love from the review staff. C may equal JD, but review = posh six-figure salary your first year outta school.
Keep in touch with your Un-X’d and re- Esquired friend.
PS: Good Job on your exams Whiskey. Now write-on to whatever law review/journal you can. Spend 25% of your time on analysis, and use the remainder of your time on grammar and style before you submit your perfect writing sample. Perfect grammar is key. Do not use contractions. Get yourself a Chicago Manual of Style, and use bare-bones legal analysis and rules. The judges (2L’s) are looking for spelling and grammar errors. The legal arguments are ancillary. They are tired and drunk from finals too. They are little stress-muffins waiting for job offers. Keep it short, sweet and neat and you will henceforth feel the love from the review staff. C may equal JD, but review = posh six-figure salary your first year outta school.
Keep in touch with your Un-X’d and re- Esquired friend.
The First rounfd of exams it is more like B =JD. Confidence level is not quite up to trying out for Law Review but I am working up to it. Where is the X-squire blog? As an English Major I couldn't stand contractions. Those aren't the proper way to use language, You'd think.
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Monday, January 17, 2005
World of Concrete 2005 - Day 0
Ladies and Gentleman, prepare yourselves for a brightening of awareness. Be ready to discard reality and embrace all that is dumb and not true but maybe a little bit true. The World of Concrete has arrived and I'm in Las Vegas.
I must warn you that I am beginning this adventure quite close to the brink of insanity, and while you may believe that this is not an unusual state for me, I must assure you that I am more obnoxiously closer than normal. Here is a diagram to more fully illustrate my point:
Of course, almost everyone I know is pretty close to where I am on this chart at all times, and that is not necessarily bad, so I should explain.
I just erased the paragraph that was here a second ago, sorry, can't do it. I'll leave it to your imagination.
My uncle is in his final moments right now in Phoenix, congratulations to him for a life well lived, I hope he makes it for a few more days until I get back.
OK, time for world of concrete coverage:
The World of Concrete didn't actually start yet, we just spent some time today setting up the fortress before the battle beings. Las Vegas seems much more hospitable than Orlando was (the site of the last World of Concrete) but I can still sense that great danger slumbers within the dark soul of the convention center.
There is a strange yellow stick paste all over the floor around our booth. It sticks to your shoes like death and love stick to the heart, with a sharp snap to define your every move. It's the blood of the beast I tell you. These concrete contractors don't know what they're up against.
(9 minutes later) I am having trouble staying awake long enough to finish this post. I'm expertly passing out. I must stop now, or not stop now, same thing. It's easier to continue dreaming when you're asleep anyway.
I'll try to be more coherent tomorrow, sorry.
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I must warn you that I am beginning this adventure quite close to the brink of insanity, and while you may believe that this is not an unusual state for me, I must assure you that I am more obnoxiously closer than normal. Here is a diagram to more fully illustrate my point:
insane sortof normal
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my current location on this chart is where that arrow is pointing
Of course, almost everyone I know is pretty close to where I am on this chart at all times, and that is not necessarily bad, so I should explain.
I just erased the paragraph that was here a second ago, sorry, can't do it. I'll leave it to your imagination.
My uncle is in his final moments right now in Phoenix, congratulations to him for a life well lived, I hope he makes it for a few more days until I get back.
OK, time for world of concrete coverage:
The World of Concrete didn't actually start yet, we just spent some time today setting up the fortress before the battle beings. Las Vegas seems much more hospitable than Orlando was (the site of the last World of Concrete) but I can still sense that great danger slumbers within the dark soul of the convention center.
There is a strange yellow stick paste all over the floor around our booth. It sticks to your shoes like death and love stick to the heart, with a sharp snap to define your every move. It's the blood of the beast I tell you. These concrete contractors don't know what they're up against.
(9 minutes later) I am having trouble staying awake long enough to finish this post. I'm expertly passing out. I must stop now, or not stop now, same thing. It's easier to continue dreaming when you're asleep anyway.
I'll try to be more coherent tomorrow, sorry.
my awareness is brightened, and my day as well. coherency is relative.
autocats, unite!
autocats, unite!
# posted by : 1/18/2005 11:48 AM
: 1/18/2005 11:48 AM
Hey Ryan,
I've been waiting a year for this and I've got money riding on excellent posts. Got it? Good. Get busy. Post in clear, concise and concrete terms. Otherwise you'll be wearing said shoes to a lake outing somewhere in the state you're in. And I don't mean Sleepyville young man. When you're done, better hurry home and beat the skins.
-Concrete Blonde
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I've been waiting a year for this and I've got money riding on excellent posts. Got it? Good. Get busy. Post in clear, concise and concrete terms. Otherwise you'll be wearing said shoes to a lake outing somewhere in the state you're in. And I don't mean Sleepyville young man. When you're done, better hurry home and beat the skins.
-Concrete Blonde
# posted by : 1/18/2005 11:40 PM
: 1/18/2005 11:40 PMWednesday, January 12, 2005
oh yeah
I'm not purposely sabotaging ironlemon, I've just been preoccupied.
John has been detailing our tour adventures on the Reubens Accomplice journal page, so go read that, it's fairly accurate.
Lindsey Lohan came into the bar we were drinking in last night in New Orleans. I'm not sure exactly how it works, but it seems like when you are hanging out with famous-ish people (Jimmy Eat World dudes) that other famous-ish people start magically appearing.
I think somewhere around 40% of our drives have been through the swamp (Florida, LA).
I've been working constantly. I'm going to write a book called "Rock Star Programming" detailing how to be an effective software engineer while sitting with 7 drunk girls (and no other guys) in a dressing room backstage at the House of Blues while Jimmy Eat World is playing. There will also be tips on how to type with one hand and not spill your coffee while traveling at 80 mph on a bumpy swamp road.
For some reason the thought of being in Texas for the next few days is filling me with dread.
Here's a picture of the front of a bar we stopped at in Athens, GA:
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John has been detailing our tour adventures on the Reubens Accomplice journal page, so go read that, it's fairly accurate.
Lindsey Lohan came into the bar we were drinking in last night in New Orleans. I'm not sure exactly how it works, but it seems like when you are hanging out with famous-ish people (Jimmy Eat World dudes) that other famous-ish people start magically appearing.
I think somewhere around 40% of our drives have been through the swamp (Florida, LA).
I've been working constantly. I'm going to write a book called "Rock Star Programming" detailing how to be an effective software engineer while sitting with 7 drunk girls (and no other guys) in a dressing room backstage at the House of Blues while Jimmy Eat World is playing. There will also be tips on how to type with one hand and not spill your coffee while traveling at 80 mph on a bumpy swamp road.
For some reason the thought of being in Texas for the next few days is filling me with dread.
Here's a picture of the front of a bar we stopped at in Athens, GA:
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