Reach out and touch me

Posted:8/22/2006 9:36:21 PM
Modified:8/22/2006 9:36:21 PM
Record Rabid Bat Discovery in Metro
KANSAS CITY, MO. – There’s another health alert out about rabid bats. The Kansas City Health Department said it’s found five rabid bats this summer: the most in the city’s history.

The bats were found along Gregory Boulevard [with ipods full of Depeche Mode songs].

Health workers say you need to make sure your dog or cat is vaccinated against rabies and if you find a bat, don’t touch it. [Instead, health workers suggest you sing ‘People Are People’ to the infected rodent.]

Reach out and touch me

the fog is a sultry lover and i the humid hero

it’s a smoky wet kiss that helps me greet this morning. a smoky wet kiss and the sound of truncated horns over distorted guitar. heavy lids, limbs and mind match the thickness in the outside air. the fog calls me “guv’ner”. the fog says “cheers”. this is a london fog on vacation, enjoying landlocked kc though pining for fresh fish and chips and a decent curry. a traveling london fog, looking for something similar to its own city’s foot traffic but only finding myriad kansas citians stepping from their flats to their vehicles, perhaps pausing long enough for a deep breath, a taste of london, the queen’s precipitation. but more than likely simply rushing to get to work.

the fog is a sultry lover and i the humid hero

The first great thing about my second job has arrived

My boss turned me on to about 15 musical artists I’d never heard of. A part of his list of recommends:
Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
Asobi Seksu
The One AM Radio
Tujiko Noriko
Susanna and the Magical Orchestra
Such are the perks of working with folks more geeky about music than me.

In other news,
Sarah brought Baby Awesome up to the office for a spell yesterday. I don’t think he much cared for his first visit to Corporate America as he wasted no time filling his drawers with a deadly dose of doodoo.

This weekend, we’re cold kicking it. I hope to have a few hours to sand the bathroom walls and slap on a coat or two of paint. Everything’s been re-mudded and we’re getting ever closer to having our big bathroom back.

The first great thing about my second job has arrived

Holy Hornblower!

If you haven’t yet watched Awesome; I Fuckin’ Shot That, you gotta. The editing is genius and there is a surprising amount of eye-candy and other visual surprises. And the music…Mix-Master Mike works wonders with every song the Boys perform. By the end of the show I was up off the couch, dancing with Roman cradled in my arms. He loved ‘Sabotage’, by the way.

Thanks, Rob. As always, you remain the flowmaster of disaster.

Holy Hornblower!

Coultergeist

That’s the title of Jerry Coyne’s fantastic roast of Coulter’s latest. Here’re some money quotes:

“the newest creature in the American Zoo: the Bleached Flamingo, otherwise known as Ann Coulter. This beast draws crowds by its frequent, raucous calls, eerily resembling a human voice, and its unearthly appearance, scrawny and pallid.”

“There are none so blind as those who will not see, and Coulter knows that myopia about evolution is a lucrative game. After all, she is a millionaire, reveling in her status as a celebrity and stalked by ignorazzis. I have never seen anyone enjoy her own inanity so much.

“I, for one, am not prepared to believe that Ann Coulter is made in God’s image without seeing some proof.”

Oh, man, there’re just too many to list.

In other news,

Bush reads Camus and Slate discuss.

Baby Awesome is doing swell. Gaining about an oz. of weight a day. He slept four hours last night. Sarah thanked the heavens.

Tonight, Rob, my hero, is bringing over Awesome; I Fuckin’ Shot That! for us to watch. Excited? You bet your cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce I am.

Coultergeist

The Perfect Lullaby

sing it reeeeeal slow:

cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you’ll think i’m dead, but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation
a wave
wave

i’ve kissed mermaids, rode the el nino
walked the sand with the crustaceans
could find my way to mariana
on a wave of mutilation,
wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation
wave

wave of mutilation
wave

‘Wave of Mutilation’, The Pixies

The Perfect Lullaby