Thursday, May 03, 2001

TALES FROM THE SALT MINES


Tales from the Saltmines --------> Episode One:

The air here is nearly unbearable. Reticulated from the top floor down, those in the mailroom (basement) are breathing 7 floors of ABB (Already-Been-Breathed) air. Luckily, my cubicle workstation is on the 4th floor: only 3 ABB floors above.

My first order today is to perform a service for one of the longer standing employees of The Firm. These requests come to me via my PC and I am to accomplish these tasks as quickly as possible. When I arrive at the employee’s desk, he is missing, and another man sits in his spot, his white shirt reflects blue under the flickering fluorescents:

-Hey....where’s.....?

-Who? Oh...he’s no longer with us.

-Where did he go?

-Who? Oh he’s gone.

-What was...

-He’s gone....can I...

-No can I....I got a call...

-No that must have been him...no I don’t...

-Must have been.

I am doubly lucky that my job is such that other workers do me favors in order to receive my services more readily. Today, a worker offered me lunch as reciprocation for services rendered (an unusual circumstance.... pay-offs come in advance). The brown walls and brown carpeting and brown desk nicely offset the brilliant green sautéed spinach, and orange sweet potato mash bordered in styrofoam upon my workstation.

A rumor is spread that a co-worker has spinal menangitis... he is asked to go home without pay.

Another worker is sent home for wearing capri pants.
bikes performed live at schuba's last night.... here is the Holow Times synopsis:

"Bikes Will Take Us wasn't in the most polished of forms, but was still personable and entertaining and charming. He trainwrecked moving into a bar chord progression on his acoustic and then a verse later stopped and explained that the experience was akin to watching the Olympics with your parents and some girl tries a quadruple axel and lands square on her ass. I imagine him singing a whole verse, the thoughts of his fuckup brewing in him until he needs to address them directly mid-song a little later. That boy can belt out the lonesomeness, I give him that."

My only comment on this is that i dont intend to be "polished"...and if being polished were my intention, i probably would have hung it up after my "trainwreck".. it would mean i had failed. My intension is to be personable, entertaining, and charming.... so i guess this is my best (and first) review ever. i know that rob is honest, and the fact that he knows i read
the Times doesnt change that i hope.

I was not terribly impressed with sixto....though their other incarnation YE SHINEY GHOSTIES i thought was grand.

DETATCHMENT KIT blew me away with their first tune in the style of Brahms and JSBE...but after that i lost interest.

41rivers was spot on untill some technical problems took their steam. they have not failed to impress me with their growth and poise as performers... theyre tight and dynamic.... and it will only get better.





Tuesday, May 01, 2001

Try viewing this URL, or any URL, with this "dialectizer".... kick ass!!! thank gore for the internet!!!!!

Reading "Letters to Wendy's" ....

"I rarely ask anything of you because I am a realist. There is something though, I'd like
to ask. You know the little spot of lawn outside-- the immaculate green rectangle between
the sidewalk and the parking lot? I'd like it if you put a baited tiger-trap there. It would show
just how far we've come in the meat industry and it would make clear how much time
we now save (and then waste) every day."



What the Market Will Bear.... a finely written article suggesting that market capitalism is not all its cracked up to be...

This might be interesting too...

Sobering Story in the London Guardian regarding Bush's corporate paybacks and his screwing the masses for the priviledged few....

"It doesn't even do any good to hope [Bush] gets shot. Cheney's a dick too." -----> Anthony Burton