Saturday, May 27, 2017

Friday, May 26, 2017

What the Unimaginable Fuck

Today is the one-year anniversary of the day I took Clark to the airport to move back to Dallas ("temporarily"--that was the euphemism we used, to make it easier to manage; I planned to pick him up Labor Day weekend, which would have been the 11-year anniversary of his first visit to Portland). At 8:30 p.m. he collapsed in the kitchen. I almost cancelled his flight.

At 5 a.m. Sunday morning I got a message from his sister-in-law that he was in worse shape than they expected. The message seemed vaguely accusatory but whatever. I've been treated far worse by some of his family. If you don't listen to someone when they explain how shitty things are, you're likely to be really surprised.

I went through something similar, talking to him during a drive between my mom's and my dad's earlier that spring. Some pretty frank talk about how the cancer was expected to play out for him. I knew it, or at least I suspected most of it. But unadorned with optimism or hope, it had a weight to it.

Despite our plans, we were rushing when we got to the airport. Portland closes one of its 2 security checkpoints around 10 p.m. They close the one close to the gate for the PDX to DFW red eye, so we'd get a wheel chair (sometimes with an official person, but in my time of impatience I just grabbed one and pushed him). The airline would issue me a pass to accompany him to the gate, but my TSA Pre didn't help me or him.

The last time through they acted like no one had ever traveled with a catheter before. Fuckers.

Once through we had to hurry back the width of the airport and then head down to the A terminals. He was concerned I was going to have a coronary as we rushed. They were boarding when we got to the gate. Early boarding for people who need extra time, and he needed extra time.

There was no time to dwell on goodbye. That may have saved us both from a big scene. Plus it was only temporary.

So I'm wistful today, considering Portland as this place of myth. A place that made me so happy and then made Clark so happy, but that now feels like a place that's tainted. Within the liberal mecca of Portland in the Bizarro universe of President Trump, 3 men were stabbed, 2 fatally, on their Friday afternoon commute home. They were coming to the defense of 2 women, assumed to be of Middle Eastern descent, whom the (alleged) attacker was verbally attacking.
"Get off the bus, and get out of the country because you don’t pay taxes here!" 
He said he doesn’t like Muslims because they’re criminals.

Okay, first, they weren't even on the bus. Dumbass mother fucker.

Second, yeah, they probably do pay taxes here. Not that they need to pay taxes to avoid being attacked on the bus train.

And finally, to prove how much they are criminals, he killed 2 and wounded a third. Well done dude.


I don't even know what to do with this shit. I'm not helping with this, but I wanted to remember Clark's departure while I think of it. The attack thing, fuck, I don't know how to deal with this shit.

Here's something that always made me and Clark laugh. Let's laugh for a minute...

Musical Theater Therapy Redux: "Belle"

The song being parodied by "Bonjour Girl" from Beauty and the Beast...

Musical Theater Therapy: "Bonjour Girl"

A parody from Beauty and the Beast...

Song of the Day: "Pay the Man"

F the Peeps (Foster the People) take us into the season of "summer music."

Song: "Pay the Man'
Artist: Foster the People

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Song of the Day: "Fool's Errand"

I'm not sure I can identify the presence (or absence) of Josh "Father John Misty" Tillman in/out of Fleet Foxes. Can you?

Song: "Fool's Errand"
Artist: Fleet Foxes

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Song of the Day: "Mourning Sound"

Grizzly Bear return with Painted Ruins, their first album in 5 years. This track has a rewarding bass and percussion which may or may not be true for other songs on the album. I guess I'll have to listen to the whole thing to know...

Song: "Mourning Sound"
Artist: Grizzly Bear

Monday, May 22, 2017

Song of the Day: "The System Only Dreams In Total Darkness"

Something from The Nationals' next album, which isn't due until September. Today, in May, that seems like forever from now. But in September I bet those months will have flown by (jk, I won't be alive then).

I'm digging this sound for them. It's not as morose (I like the morose from them) but still feels weighty.

Song: "The System Only Dreams In Total Darkness"
Artist: The National

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Meanwhile Back at Orb Headquarters

Pepsi: Change the game.

Revisiting the Inauguration

As you well know, the media are nothing but scurrilous liars hell bent on turning President Donald J. Trump's perfectly reasonable words and actions into artificially induced insanity. And also "fake news"-ing it all over the fucking place like a bunch of fake newsers. No, fake newsies. Trademark pending.

So I revisited the photographic so-called evidence of attendance for both Barack HUSSEIN Obama's 2009 inauguration (the day before they came for all the guns and non-collectible gold) and National Day of Patriotic Devotion 2017 aka the day Donald Trump had no rain and began making America great (again).

The media, in one of those coordinated moves that really defy explanation, all suggested that perhaps attendance in 2017 was but a small fraction of that in 2009 (most of whom were paid to attend by George Soros). Poppycock.
"This was the largest audience ever to witness an inauguration, period, both in person and around the globe. These attempts to lessen the enthusiasm of the inauguration are shameful and wrong."--White House Press Secretary at the time, Sean Spicer, providing the first of what we all must agree were serious warning signs
And that's true: most people were only considering visible humans in attendance in Washington DC. The tens of thousands of invisible people cheering in New Jersey (and elsewhere, probably) were never even included in the tally.

I realized there's also an issue where people are naively comparing a human circa 2009 with a human circa 2017, and failing to account for Moore's Law and whatever axiom or postulate covers storage capacity instead of processor speed.

In 2009 the maximum capacity for a microSD card was 256 GB. In 2017 it's 2 TB (hypothetically). Each person in 2017 is the equivalent of 7.812 people in 2009. 

Once you factor that in, it totally makes sense.

Musical Theater Therapy: "You Will Be Found"

From Dear Evan Hansen. More therapy here every day.

Song of the Day: "Bad Liar"

Selena Gomez, who is not Demi Lovato, seems to be going for a Regina Spektor sound on this new single. I'm cool with that.

Song; "Bad Liar"
Artist: Selena Gomez