http://www.arkansasrockers.com/profiles Recently updated profiles from ArkansasRockers.com en-us Whenever I hear that Adele song where it's just her and the piano, all I can think of is the NBA's "Where Amazing Happens" commercials. So while she's singing of heartbreak, I'm imagining ballers in slo-mo dunking, dribbling and shooting. Just throwing that out there. The key is that Rick Santorum is in second place. That's first place for losers. Realistically overall, he's in third place behind Obama and Mitt. Not enough of a buffer, but it's all I got to make you feel at ease. I don't like where things are going in terms of this new wave of religious issues that are popping up right now. Too much appeal to the lowest common denominator that hates Obama just because he is black, but is looking for some other reason to justify their dislike of him so as not to seem racist. It feels like we're out to kill common sense and tolerance, which probably have been dead a long ass time now, but I'd like to think otherwise. Vert Is Dead = TV.   http://www.arkansasrockers.com/justingoetz         http://www.arkansasrockers.com/leigh+heave                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Nile Rodgers + Daft Punk burning http://www.arkansasrockers.com/AiLien http://www.arkansasrockers.com/johnmark  Harry M. Harmon, MD:  We hardly knew ye.           http://www.arkansasrockers.com/Mr.+Harmon I remember my grandparents cooked us up some squirrel once when we were kids, braised in a cast iron dutch oven. I remember being weirded out that the meat was still in the shape of the animal. From what I recall, the meat was gamey and like dark chicken thigh meat, or like duck. The only hunting trip I was ever on was with my dad and a .22 rifle. —————————- It turns out the "voice" of everything I’ve ever written in a post or an e-mail is that of David Foster Wallace. Even though I’ve never actually read him, I’ve been infected: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/21/magazine/another-thing-to-sort-of-pin-on-david-foster-wallace.html?_r=1&pagewanted=all —————————- You guys totally trumped me with bees, which I, too, am actually more interested in. Whenever we go to Durango/Ouray (which seems to have an Arkansas Rockers connection), there’s a place north of Durango (well hell, here it is. Fucking internet always interrupting), and they have a hive there with a series of clear plastic tubes where you can see the bees come into the store through a hole in the wall and make their way along the wall to the hive. Anyway, bees. Much more topical than ants right now. Bats, even more so. Holly Ann — I am happy for you and your new like-interest. —————————- (In late reference to Shaner’s dentist writings), I was just idly thinking yesterday about my many trips to the dentist to have teeth drilled and capped and yanked, and how much I hate Valium, which they always give me. I dread the liquid-Valium hangover worse than anything about the dentist, and yet I always opt for it for fear of what the experience might be like with nothing at all. My dentist is about as Clockwork Orange as it gets. They give me headphones and a limited choice of music, so I always go for the Miles Davis. Your other choices are classic rock or country hits, and some other crap. Then, the gruesome smell of your own burning bone, jazz music, that awful Valium headache. I always go get a coffee afterwards and, refusing to nap it off for some reason, just go about my daily business in a most weird fugue state. Henry got an ant farm as a gift. It’s such a sad and strange thing, everything about it. Look at it. If you’re in a certain state of mind, you’ll come up with all kinds of terrible thoughts about humanity. They tunnel and live in this NASA-engineered gel which contains water, potassium, and some other basic nutrients, and of course it must be an eerie green color, lit from below by tiny LED’s. Since they are only ants and we can’t know what is cruel for them, let us not try to make conditions not cruel. Before Henry got the ant farm, I had daydreamed of building him a big one, of oak and plexiglass with a removable magnetic lid, mounted on his bedroom wall, complete with a queen. I’m glad I didn’t go off half-cocked on that one. I have a rule about doing anything I have a notion to do: "Now that we have considered doing this, we must now fully consider not doing this." Usually after this rather short vetting process, I decide not to do it.                                                 This fellow indeed appears to have a queen in his ant farm, and thinks it is… cool? No. Yes, cool. —————————-  Miranda — I’m imagining a scenario where we all band together and journey to destroy the servers where the Wayback Machine lives. And maybe along the way we discover the internet personalities we’ve constructed are nothing like our real ones. And we discover it lives not on a server, but inside the brain of a man hooked up to wires, and because this man’s brain contains video of us urinating on corpses, we kill him and urinate on his corpse and take a video of it, which we immediately upload to the internet. (Actually Alana unearthed the unholy Machine back on the 12th, but I accept blame for perpetuating its evils.)   —————————- Shane — agreed about the time machine.  —————————- I guess I totally walked into this; it’s my own fault. I was doing some dishes, absent-mindedly the way one does, and my five year old kid blind-sided me with this old chestnut. "Papa, am I married?" "No." "What is married?" "Married is when you’re grown up and you meet somebody and you love them a lot, and you guys want to live in the same house together forever, and maybe you want to have children." "How do you make children?" "Whoa!!!" I sort of surprised myself with this "whoa," for it was the same exclamation you hear in movies about Italian guys who are all sitting around a table and one of them suddenly unwittingly insults somebody’s mother or something and they all go "WHOA!" in that Andrew Dice Clay voice, that ends with you frowning and your mouth forming an "o". Anyway, Henry kind of laughed uncomfortably at that and looked at me funny. Then he was like, seriously, how do you make children. Then began some rather shady stalling and texting for Brynn to hurry up and get home. What was surreal was: I was not only living out the most generic sitcom scene ever — I was compelled to act the part! Like, all my natural reactions came from Bob Saget or something. Short of stammering something about storks and belly-buttons I guess. But it just seemed to go on and on. We don’t mind telling him this stuff at all, by the way. I mean, hey, what the hell. I just thought maybe he’s too young to know not to repeat it to people all out of context and shit. Haha! Talk about your TV plots! (And the biggest joke of all is that I’m called "Papa." If you meet me, "paternal figure" probably isn’t exactly what springs to mind.)   —————————- I found this one of my own with the Wayback Machine: http://web.archive.org/web/20060212083336/http://www.arkansasrockers.com/profiles/specific.asp?PeopleID=1092 (Man, there’s some other stuff out there I pray no one ever digs up.) http://www.arkansasrockers.com/chads Holy cats, I just had a similar conversation about squirrel hunting at work the other day. AD is right, when shit hits the fan, the Ruger 10/22 .22long rifle will be a pretty handy tool. Hunting and the best thing out there to stun cows/hogs. .223 (AR-15) is just going to zip through a squirrel. Last time I went squirrel hunting I used 12ga with 8shot. 8 shot isn't going to break their skin but the wallop breaks their neck. First time I ever went out me and a friend were twelve or thirfteen, and I'd just gotten my pump action shotgun and he borrowed dads .22 pistol. We got about fifteen between the two of us. Dad told us we needed to figure out how to clean them on our own, so after struggling to skin them we gutted them with dull hunting knives. It put him off hunting I'm pretty sure. we finished eventually and gave the meat to an uncle of mine.   I'd been thinking of going out into the woods by the farm to get some and see if I'd like squirrel. small game is silly easy to dress out fairly quickly. all the meat is on the back legs.  and who's craving squirrel brain? nobody I know.         http://www.arkansasrockers.com/Shaner my recent return to live performance :)   allison, i missed your call weeks ago.  i keep meaning to give you a ring.  i am just into things…   check out chandra’s hand holding up this handsome man and previously, my hand and the handsome fellow, David Kimbrough IV: http://www.arkansasrockers.com/stacy And that’s why the Y2K Preparedness Rifle is a .22 instead of an AR15. A hundred rounds in a pocket.     I went to see my old physics professor today.  I was wondering what sort of math I needed to start thinking about harmonic resonance in piano parts and thinking about Fourier transformations.  Instead of going into the math, he attached two hanging pendulums to a single horizontal string and set one in motion and told me to watch for a minute.  Mind=blown.   "Get it now?" I wanted to talk to him about the Kronenburg delta function and special relativity, but we ended up talking Satie and Glass instead.     http://www.arkansasrockers.com/PLACEHOLDER Reading books. Reading magazines. Reading books. Reading articles. I'm about to head to my American Independent Film class so I'll be brief; We're watching Blood Simple today.  I've never seen it, should be good.    - Ketchup just wasn’t ready to face his future of possible abandonment.  – Phyllis is home now! We (heart) Head(s)!         http://www.arkansasrockers.com/which+ways+is+up%3F JMB--Is noodletown dip in the cookbook?  I couldn't find it and it sounds like it's right up my alley.  Misha--I was wondering about that on Dragon Tattoo.  I haven't seen the American one but the Swedish one was very rapey (bad joke).  I figured they would tone it down and I guess you've just confirmed that. Goetz--congrats to Kobe.  Bynum's an all-star.  I guess he heard us bitching about him. Harmon-- let's hang out sometime soon.  If you're up late nights, I can probably make it to where you are in 20 minutes or less.    F.  I still can’t remember where it is my car broke down in upstate NY/PA somewheres in 2003.  It was a really strange point in and is a story for another time, but I’ve broken down in some interesting places.   Alright fine.  My toe blister is not really my child.  I apologize. http://www.arkansasrockers.com/Mitch I did not like the U.S. version of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Not nearly "rapey' enough. (a bad joke).                   some favorite rock docs (in no order) and I thought I would list them if anyone is keen: Woodstock-Woodstock Rockers-Reggae feat. Leroy "Horsemouth" Wallace, Burning Spear, Gregory Isaacs, Jacob Miller Truth or Dare-Madge Buena Vista Social Club-BVSC The Fearless Freaks-The Flaming Lips Gimme Shelter-Rolling Stones Dig!-Brian Jonestown Massacre & The Dandy Warhols I Am Trying to Break Your Heart-Wilco We Jam Acano-The Minutemen The Kids Are Alright-The Who Hype!-Grungesters Back & Forth-Foo Fighters The Devil & Daniel Johnston-Daniel Anvil-Anvil Some Kind of Monster-Metallica End of the Century-The Ramones Running Down A Dream-Tom Petty by Peter Bogdonavich Meeting People is Easy-Radiohead No Way Home-Bob Dylan The Song Remains the Same-Led Zepplin Spinal Tap-Spinal Tap Instrument-Fugazi  & I’ll add: Head-The Monkeys just because it’s a favorite                 http://www.arkansasrockers.com/livenudegirls   Actual Quote from Jaguar during Catholic Mass: "dont eat those little crackers, they put something in them that lowers your intelligence" Qoute of a lifetime: “Some people fight life. not me. I fuck the shit out of it” aaron a.j. lovell III “Everybody knows its bad to push a good thing too far, and a darned sight worse to shove a worse thing farther; so right here I’ll drive a stake down and put a ground wire.” Geo E. Ohr, world renowned potter, aka the Mississippi Mud Dauber http://www.arkansasrockers.com/squidlad today's updates feel like a conversation i wish i was actually having, but reading it here is still pretty fuckin sweet! miss y'all!!! http://www.arkansasrockers.com/drwells Work has become demanding lately.  The anxiety dreams are getting pretty far out there.      http://www.arkansasrockers.com/miranda Birth of the Cool. http://www.arkansasrockers.com/allison Bryce, we bought most of a goat (from a local breeder and UPS deliverer) last year and made goat tacos. I think we used the leg meat for it. Regardless, it was delicious. I was just talking about it with my coworker yesterday. You should definitely cosider making goat tacos.  ooo I have my own wayback machine. It’s called "Cut and Paste Into MS Word."  Since just about the beginning, my rockers posts have been saved across (now) three different computers an an external hard-drive. Doesn’t mean I’ve read a single post though.  Total nerdy aside: I met Brewster Kahle, the founder of the Internet Archive and sort of the Wayback Machine, at a conference I was at in December. We were in the same brainstorming team (’action collab’) and he fistbumped me for a comment I made about open data. (Probably one of the most geeked moments of my life.) He also told me that he doesn’t approve of the deal U-M made with Google. ooo I love Cotham’s! I used to go there a lot as a kid when I was visiting my family in England.  Thanksgiving update: Cheboygan State Park was totally awesome. The wood stove burned hot, the beach was just a few feet from our cabin and it was green with evergreen trees. We had plenty of food and took lots of walks in the woods and along the beach. It’s pretty awesome living close to the Great Lakes. GDR bought a turkey breast but it didn’t thaw in time for our dinner on Thursday so we ended up having a vegetarian Thanksgiving. I think if he had known that beforehand he would have been slightly appalled at the lack of meat. I thought it was all delish. Yay for the post! ooo Today I saw a friend of mine from grad school. She and her husband were up for a football game and they parked at our house since we live close to the stadium. It was great to see them (her husband’s a dairy farmer; she’s a director of a small Ohio public library). It was really grounding to catch up, remembering that there is life outside of the University of Michigan. After 3 years of living in Ann Arbor I’m starting to feel like I have a friend base, being invited to parties and potlucks again. However, I also realized that now I’m part of a new friend hierarchy, in between the "cool" kids and the not-so-cool kids (or so they think). Do we ever grow out of this? I want to ask my mom this question. This is the drama that I have never enjoyed and it reminds me why I often stay on the fringes of social circles (and maybe why it’s taken me so long to start feeling like I "belong"). It also makes me nostalgic for Arkansas, even though it was the same dynamic. Maybe not quite the same, at least most of my Arkansas friends still know what it’s like to get your toes muddy and get sticky with sweat and grit.  On another note, we’re going to Cheboygan State Park for Thanksgiving. It should be pretty sweet. And cold.  http://www.arkansasrockers.com/prettyemmy On a less somber, but weird note - here's a story. I met a guy online in spring, we went on one date. We had a nice brunch but I wasn't feeling it. Then I went on a date with a second guy who I actually liked a lot.  He didn't dig me so that didn't work out either. The first guy asked me out again, but I told him my dad was sick and I was travelling a lot so I couldn't get together. Then my dad got REALLY sick so I stopped dating, socializing and focused my entire life on taking care of him. He died pretty quickly, as you know. So, fast forward several months - to now. This week the first guy calls me. He says he got a job in Africa so he's moving and wants to see me before he leaves. I say I'm dating someone now but am glad to have a friendly dinner. So I go to dinner with him last night. It's friendly. Nothing special. I don't dig him any more than I did the first time. We sit at the bar for just one hour. Then I go home. He leaves for Africa. Then today I get an email where he tells me he's in love with me. WHaT? I'm as weirded out as you are right now. I just had to write this down somewhere. Not really sure what else to say about that.   On the dating front, the reality based one... I actually started seeing a nice guy a couple of months ago. I wouldn't have ever looked for anyone to date, considering I'm still grieving my dad and feeling very protective of my emotions. But this guy and I work together and he just adores me, so I agreed to go out with him. Surprise. We are a great match and we have a lot of fun. We don't have much time to spend together but I hope that changes. He's good people. So sweet and calm. I like it. He sends me sweet text messages every day and he thinks I'm perfect. He has a seven year old daughter who is ridiculously adorable and he's a good good dad. He wants to travel, have adventures, get married, have more kids, get a dog, buy a house. All things that I want. He doesn't stress me out or make promises he can't keep. He's patient. he can fix things. Electrical things, walls, appliances, pipes. All kinds of things. I love that. He's young (almost 30) but he works hard and is intelligent. He's Dominican and macho in the best of ways. Protective, supportive. He likes that I can fix things too and that I have a lot of energy. I'm in LIKE. In serious like. Will keep ya'll updated on that.               http://www.arkansasrockers.com/hollyann http://www.arkansasrockers.com/Clem+Snide Holy shit, Robert!! People are such assholes!! I may need to keep Ruby inside during the next election....  http://www.arkansasrockers.com/salleyforth   DID I ALMOST MISS A GRANDY’S DISCUSSION?!   I don’t remember eating anything from there except the hot rolls. They came in multiples of six. So delicious. There was a Grandy’s in Conway that stayed open way after every other Grandy’s I knew about went out of business. I went to college in Batesville, so every single time we went to Little Rock, we stopped at Grandy’s on the way there and on the way back for a box of hot rolls.    Grandy’s is still open in some states! How did I not know? http://www.grandys.com/   GRANDY’S HELL YES! http://www.arkansasrockers.com/autumn “Great Heaven came, and with him brought the night. . . . Shepherds of the wilderness, wretched things of shame, mere bellies, we know how to speak many false things as though they were true; but we know, when we will, to utter true things.” –Hesiod http://www.arkansasrockers.com/Christories I drunkenly saw a post on Facebook about the wayback machine, and the only site I wanted to check was this one. The main reason was that when I lived in Portland I remember checking certain peoples’ posts, and they were always really good reads. I have thought a few times since then that I wish I or someone would have been saving those posts to edit together into a group of random writing. When I first saw the site that night, I thought that it kept track of everything, so that sort of thing might still be possible. Unfortunately, it only saves select entries, so, meh. Miranda, I’m really, really sorry it brought up a dark time for you. Relationships are way more complicated and important than random internet snap-shots of them.    http://www.arkansasrockers.com/alana           http://www.witchvox.com/cats/cats01.html         http://www.arkansasrockers.com/matt   Maralie Armstrong Rial: Show is Feb. 24th-March 11th Reception: Opening March 2nd-First Friday     Robert Lemming: Show is: March 15-25th Reception: March 17th   Luke Knox:   Show is: March 29th-April 1st Reception: March 30th   John Orr:   Show is: April 5-15 Reception: April 6th, First Friday   Randi Henderson and Lydia Clark:   Show is: April 19th- 22nd Reception: April 20th   John Kelley:   Show is: April 26-May 7th Reception: May 4th, First Friday   Kat and Cambry:   Show is: May 17th-June 1st Reception: June 1st, First Friday     http://www.arkansasrockers.com/katographic Not really sure if I have an actual tick disease. I DO have a nasty, infected bite. I declined the $400 lab tests to tell me either way. The treatment was the same. Let’s just skip ahead to that. The wound already looks better this morning. Here’s hoping I don’t start having fever, chills & aching joints.   I’m gonna need some actual proof that global warming is really occurring, Oh, wait.                                                     http://www.arkansasrockers.com/smiller Autumn my heart goes out to you. Sorry for your loss and how you found out. So sad about the family he leaves behind.         http://www.arkansasrockers.com/cara   http://www.arkansasrockers.com/martymar all of my christmas memories before college were spent at my mimi and papa's house in lake village, arkansas.  at times, there would be about forty of us sleeping, eating, and watching tv in their tiny house.  my cousin's and i would stay awake all night planning how we would catch santa clause leaving us presents.  as i got older, and learned there wasn't a santa, i didn't want to hurt my parent's feelings b/c they seemed so in to it.  i must have done a good job pretending, b/c i remember my dad taking me to the back bedroom to gently break the news to me that i wouldn't be getting a pet rat, and that there was not a santa clause.   leaving for little rock next tuesday, and i can hardly wait.         http://www.arkansasrockers.com/hannah I was thinking about how Storey will get her presents at my folks’ on christmas eve, then mine on the morning of, then have to go back to fayette-nam later that afternoon, not leaving a lot of time for play-play-playing.  So after work, when I picked her up yesterday, I let her blow all the money I made at my (first!) solo gig the other night.  We went to the game store that sells used games and dvds.  She picked out 3 gameboy games - Winx Club, Muppets, and Beauty and the Beast, and 3 dvds - Muppets Take Mannhattan, Scooby Doo (movie), and Dr. Seuss / Cat in the Hat Adventures, which is a muppet interpretation done by the Henson Camp.  Little Chica was full on stoked! Since what I wrote below, she told me just kind of at random that she believed in santa.  I said, "Cool."  Again, no lies / no disses.  I take her around to look at the lights, and we have a tree.  I like the ’spirit’ of winter solstice / christmas / whatever.  I like the traditions and their pagan roots. The stories about people going and paying off lay-a-ways and giving to the poor make me tear up.  That ’spirit’ is important, i think.  I’ll take what I want from their traditions.  Why not?  Presents rule.  That shit is fun, and I love giving her a bunch of useless crap that she sees magic in.  One day she’ll put her magic in guitars, and microphones, or maybe typewriters.  Perhaps paintbrushes and canvases.  Probably all of them and some badass stuff us old fuckers have no idea about. We can have a blast without me ever having to lie to her.  You can absolutely make your own traditions that saddle up next to the Big Everything that’s out there this time of year.  In fact, I don’t think you can avoid doing so.  Every family has their own little versions of traditions, even within the same faith or culture.  Depression and Aversion can become the tradition.  They almost did for me, once upon a time.  F that S.  Have fun.  Life’s too short.  They got one thing right, I think:  there must have been some magic in that old hat we found.  To me, there is magic in the season.  I think it is vital that we celebrate our interconnectedness with the Earth.  Just as the seasons, we are dying towards rebirth.  Every year.  Every day.  Every moment.  Transcendance.  It’s what all the stories are about.  Life on Earth.  And its Potential. If you want it, it’s yours.  If not, it’s just an old hat/boring. ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( In preperation for Astoria’s 9 day visit for Winter Break (!!!!), I put the tree up yesterday.  Decorated and urrthang.  I also bought presents for her, which is always fun.  Looking like me and wearing a Slayer shirt pretty much gets you the little girl’s toy isle to yourself.  I don’t perpetuate the Santa Claus thing.  I can’t bring myself to Lie to her.  I treat the whole thing the same as any religious issues.  I don’t tell her what to believe, but I don’t go around dissing anything either.  She knows she can ask me anything.  I’ll answer her to the best of my ability and never lie.  She’s 6 now.  When they are younger, you can get em pretty much anything.  I mean, it’s still like that, and she’s always greatful for whatever she gets, but I put pressure on myself to get something that will blow her away.  I don’t have much disposable income these last several years, but so far I’ve done pretty well.  Last year, I hit it out of the park.  I got her the normal Barbies she likes and the Zoobles and Littlest Pet Shop playsets and whatnot, but the POW! was the 36" hot pink trampoline.  She. Never. Saw. It. Coming. This year the Left Field gift is one of these karaoke mike/stands (Hello Kitty) that has an amplified speaker and earbuds.  It runs off an mp3 player, so I got her a little 4GB duder to load up with the Demi Levato, Miley Cyrus/Hanna Montana, Selena Gomez, Tom T. Hall (!), and DIO(!!!!) that she likes to sing along  with all the time.  She is constantly singing to herself while she plays, so I think this will be a good suprise.  She has a guitar and a keyboard, but they don’t get a ton of use.  Given her inclination to sing, I think she gonna be all about Rocking The Mic.  (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( Justin - I thought that photo of your dad was you, but taken with one of those instamatic filters on it or something.  I’m sure you’ve been hearing it your whole life, but it’s uncanny how much yall look alike.  Glad to hear he’s improving.  Been thinking of you and your family, brother. ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) If you get a present from me that I wrapped, there’s gonna be some duct tape involved.  Fact. ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( RIP/DK   ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))   Now Playing: Alice in Chains - Dirt Motorhead - March or Die Lynyrd  Skynyrd - Second Helping Buddy Guy - Some Greatest Hits or another Elmore James - King of the Slide Guitar Badlands - Dusk Lungfish - Artificial Horizon Roky Erikson - The Evil One (plus one) PENTAGRAM - Be Forewarned I’m satisfried, go on, now –> http://www.arkansasrockers.com/Lanticus