Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Holy shit, I'm going to
Mardi Gras. And I'm taking Jeffro with me. And I'm really, really excited.
Michelle, our recent transplant from New Orleans, convinced us that we had to go on Superbowl Sunday. At first I didn't think I could swing it, since I was already planning on going to WMC and Coachella, but after her dvd of Mardi Gras images left me in tears, I knew I had to go.
I've never been to Mardi Gras, or even New Orleans, and I'm psyched that this will be my first time. I think it's going to be a really special year for Mardi Gras, and apparently I'm not the only one who
thinks so. There's just nothing quite like the party of a people who have been through hell and (in this case, literally) high water. Shit, we drag ourselves out to the middle of the desert and put ourselves through forced trauma just to get a taste of that feeling. Sure, there are some people who think it's inappropriate to smile or laugh in the face of tragedy.
Then there are the people who know that sometimes smiling and laughing is the only way to get through a tragedy with your spirit still intact. The people who know that sometimes you have to dance just to know you're alive. And from what I've heard, New Orleans is chock full of such people. Just ask the New Orleans gallery owner quoted in
this article, who says "We mourn, and then we dance. It's life." Hmm...sounds a little like...us.
In case you didn't know, carnival season is already well upon us, and you really ought to check out
what they're up to down there. It's not at all about pretending like Katrina didn't happen. Oh no - they're taking on the whole mess, all the surrounding political bullshit, and turning it into great satire and bountiful creativity.
One of my favorites so far is the
Krewe du Vieux, whose theme this year was
"C'est Levee." And of course, since this is GTG after all, I must point you to the
Mystic Krewe of Barkus, the all-dog krewe, whose theme was "Wizard of Paws." It's all very inspirational.
The party only gets bigger & better from here on out, culminating of course on Fat Tuesday, when apparently we'll be getting up for the
Zulu parade at 6am and rocking our asses off to the Rebirth Brass Band until 5am the next day. I'm just glad I've had my burning man training. You can expect a full report of our trip upon my return and subsequent week-long nap.
Angels in America
San Francisco to be exact. This weekend I make my triumphant return for the kick off of the monthly Angels of bAss joint
Heaven (no seriously, it
will be pretty triumphant if I manage to make it all the way up there, since Lil Dub has decided to bust yet another leak in protest of my daily mistreatment of him on the hell's highway that is the 110).
Angels of bAss, for those of you who are unfamiliar, is the collective formed by Viajay, J9, Tamo and myself after we played together at Snowcamp one year. We've been a bit dormant since then, only coming out to play together at the Garage Mahal fundraiser last year. Not so any longer, as the fourth Saturday of every month will see us blessing (or cursing, depending on our moods) the hallowed halls of Shine (Mission @ 9th). While I'll only be able to join in the fun every once in a while, I will be present and accounted for this
Saturday February 25. We'll be playing extra long sets this month (I'm on from 11:20- 12:40), so it's a good thing I went record shopping this week! Here's the
flyer.
And in honor of the occasion I leave you with some of my favorite angel quotes:
And I admit that I ain't no angel
I admit that I ain't no saint...
But If I exorcise my devils
Well my angels may leave too
When they leave they're so hard to find
-- Tom Waits,
Please Call Me BabyIf you had not a-fallen
then I would not have found you,
Angel flying too close to the ground.
-- Willie,
Angel Flying too Close to the GroundI call up my friend, the good angel
But she's out with her answerphone
She says she would love to come help but
The sea would electrocute us all
-- Radiohead,
Nice Dream
PS-- Here's Viajay's trumpet call w/ details:
Here ye here ye:
The time has come for the eternally-awaited soar-off of the Angels of bAss monthly at Shine--HEAVEN! I mean, who doesn't want to experience a bit of heaven on earth right? And to boost, visualize...fluffy clouds, silky robes, dreamy harps, with your raucous bass bass bass bass! Get a dose of divine breakz & thumpin' house, from here on out every 4th Saturday, bought to you by the HEAVEN residents: j9, Jess Stockton, Tamo and ViaJay.
Where: Shine, 1337 Mission Street
When: Launch on 2/25/06; 10:00-2:00
What else?: $5 entry into pearly gates or here's how you can help create our heavenly vision worth fanning your wings for: Dress up angelic and get in free! And for a bit of balance, we'll let all you horned & forked devils in free too. :)
Happy Valentines Day!!
Here's a
purr purr purrfect Valentine's Day gift from ME to YOU!!!! Isn't Otto purrrrecious?
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
(those are hearts! isn't that clever?)
xoxoxoxo,
Jess
*stabs self in eye*
(via
You Can't Make it Up)
They're always after me! (Lucky Charms)
Pablo made some treats fit for a stoner king this weekend, and he brought me a sample this morning. They're like Rice Krispie treats, except with
Lucky Charms. No, I don't know what he was smoking when he decided to make these.
So what does it taste like, you're wondering? Well, as Pablo will testify, it tastes like diabetes. On crack. With butter on top. I spent all morning eating one bite every 25 minutes. Not because I wanted to. I couldn't stop. Now the remainder is sitting on my desk, leering at me like a demonic rainbow-colored satan spawn. Someone please come over and take it away before it kills us all.
Even dorkier than blogging on a Friday night...
I swear, I'm going out later.
The Hall of Douchebags rules, not least for introducing me to the term "
oyfro," for coming up with the band name "
Namblaphonics," and for always naming the most retarded guy in the band "Jeremy" (sorry, Jerome, that's funny even if you don't know anyone named Jeremy).
Ups to
Goldilox for the link.
guerrillasoul @ the blue cube
Sorry I haven't had time to post lately, but I just wanted to be sure to let everyone know about an event happening Saturday night in SF. If you live in a cave or a third world country (like LA) or something, and haven't seen these guys play yet, here's your chance!
Zaxxon writes:
Hey Yall'
For some guerrillasoul news, we are playing at the blue cube on saturday night(34 mason st) at 1ish - 2ish. Its a dark-tekno collective show, which means there will probably be alot of people in black with eyeliner a few other live shows doing some experimental noise stuff, and a plethora of freaks. If your out and about feel free to drop by, the cover is $8.
We also were on the radio on Wednesday on 93.7 western addition radio, which is a SF pirate radio station. If you didn't get a chance to hear it, primarily because we forgot to let peeps know it was on, they will have the mp3 on there website http://westaddradio.com/dalycity/ it probably won't be up for a few more days so I would check back on that. It was pretty damn funny. In anycase, hope everyone is doing well and we look forward to seeing you.
"I wish give a dream to many boys, and made it."
Check out this
video of HSWR-007, who can transform from a car to a robot that can walk. Too fucking cool. I think HSWR stands for "Holy Shit! Walking Robot!"
(Thanks to Ding Dong for teh link.)
A love as pure as the driven snow
Crackhead love. It's a beautiful thing. And, just in time for Valentine's Day, what better gift for your favorite crackhead than this
sterling silver symbol of your undying love for blow?
I even heard Bobby is getting one for Whitney this year. That, and some
candy bars.
(Sanks to Zaxxon for the link).
Sometimes Japanese TV is just wrong
Case in point,
this video of a chick with a baby seal hat terrorizing a polar bear.
Reminds me of an idea I had once to open a club called "Baby Seals," so when people asked you what you were doing tonight, you could say, "Oh I'm going to Club Baby Seals."
And deaf leopards are the ones with stripes
Quote of the Day:
"But deaf people are the ones who can hear better, right?" --Pablo
We were walking behind a "blind" guy who game flying out of La Salsa, and kept miraculously dodging things in a way that made it seem really hard to believe that he was really blind. Like at first I thought he must just have really good hearing, because he swerved past two slow-walking women in really clacky shoes, then managed to avoid two dudes who were talking as they were headed right for him.
But then he totally slinked past a parking sign that was definitely not making any noise, and went speeding on down the sidewalk, barely using his stick. Was he really blind? I guess we'll never know for sure.
But his hearing was outta sight.
Better than a monkey butler?
It just might be. It's a
robot that pours beer for you, combining two of my favorite things (bots and beers) into one fantastically cute little package.
Unfortunately they're only available in Japan, so I'll have to wait until some nice Japanese person puts one up on ebay for me.
In other home robot news, I'm loving my Roomba, which I've had for about 3 weeks now. Dingdong teases me because I'll turn it on and then follow it around the room watching it clean. He says in the time it takes me to watch the Roomba, I could have vacuumed the room myself with the Dyson.
Maybe true, but can I walk around drinking beers while I use the Dyson? No. No, I can't. But once I get my beer-bot, you know it's gonna be serving me up mad beers while we watch the Roomba do its thing. Then we'll cut up some fat dust lines for Roomba to suck up. Yeah, it's gonna be one big ole robot party at my house.
