Friday, July 31, 2009

Putting in for resupply...

Time to dock the ship. She is in need of repair and refit, and supplies need to be replenished.

There is a wonderful book called The Artist's Way. It is a workbook to help you unblock yourself creatively, and it has been very helpful to me on so many levels. One of the concepts the author describes is the replenishment of the soul--she calls it "Stocking the pond"--in order to have more food and creative energy.

She also presented an exercise in which you draw a spoked wheel, with yourself at the middle. Each spoke represents fun, spirit, etc. and you are supposed to rank your activity on each. Then you connect the dots. The idea is that, when you are done, the thing should look like an even web, and if it does not, you know better what to focus on. Currently mine is quite a mess.

I am going to a retreat facility that also doubles as a B&B. And taking my workbook. And my hopes and dreams and all the chaos of my life. And hopefully leaving the latter there when I return on Monday.

Have a great weekend, readers.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Clip of the week...

I started a blog post on Sunday that has shifted shape daily ever since and still hasn't been finished. In the meantime...happy Wednesday! This one was introduced to me by my eldest son:



Enjoy.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Rock and roll...

...is loud. And that's part of why I like it. Life is loud right now. And that's part of why I like it, too. In the last seven days, some pretty incredible stuff has happened:

One of my best friends in the whole wide world has returned to California. After a series of some-good-but-mostly-suck-ish adventures in the midwest, Jon is back in town. He drove all the way from Missouri (which I envy) and got a flat tire one and a half hours away (which I do not envy). But he is here, he is staying with me until he gets work and a place of his own, and it is grand to catch up. We have already spent countless times reliving the past and laughing our butts off about the present. Good times.

My kids and I have spent some wonderful time together. We have gone to the Russian River to splash around, and take the dog swimming. We have played board games and watched movies and had popcorn and stayed up late. Thing One came to work with me on Tuesday, and I get to see him again tonight. He is getting so mature, and growing so much--he nearly fills out his bed now, and I can still (barely) remember carrying him like a football. Thing Two is growing, too, although his heart was broken Tuesday when his pet rat passed away. (She had a giant tumor and a couple other smaller ones growing in her, so it was for the best.) He is handling it like a trooper, trying to remember the good times, but it is hard. Other than that, he is also growing like crazy and becoming his own person.

Last weekend a show I am directing opened in Santa Rosa. "Wretch Like Me" is a one-man autobiographical show about growing up into and out of Fundamental Evangelical Christianity, something close to my heart and in my own past. It is a very potent story about religion, but even more so about maturing, finding one's own voice, and how the things that often drive us into difficult situations are also the very things that give us the tools to get back out.

This week, I ran auditions for my own creation, a show called "Affairs of Face" (If you are interested, check my theater company's page for more info.) The turnout was pretty small, but the cast is small, and I am going to put some feelers out. There is still hope. And, both of these projects ("Wretch" and "Affairs") will be part of the very first Sonoma County Arts Fringe Festival this autumn. So I am VERY excited about THAT.

In all of this, I have frequently lost sleep due to fretting about things, panicking about things, and drinking waaaaaaaay too much caffeine. I have not always been my cheery self. However, throughout these adventures, my girlfriend Denise has been stalwartly at my side--supporting me, comforting me, encouraging me, giving me strength and love every step of the way. She has helped out with the show, being "on book" and taking notes for us during the rehearsal process. She has taken care of me when I needed it. And even with the busy-ness of it all, we have spent some wonderful times together.

In reflecting about everything that is going on, I really cannot complain. I am doing what I love, with the people I love, and I cannot really ask for much more than that.

Except maybe win the lottery.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Clip of the week...

Yesterday, in case you didn't know, was the 40th anniversary of the first landing on the moon.



Congratulations to all the staff and crew of 1960's NASA--you guys rock.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Heard this on the radio this morning...

...now I have to get the CD. The song is "Laughing With" by Regina Spektor:

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet

No one laughs at God
When their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken

No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one’s laughing at God
When there’s a famine or fire or flood

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke,
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’ve lost all they’ve got
And they don’t know what for

No one laughs at God on the day they realize
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in hospital
No one’s laughing at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very
poor

No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
We’re all laughing with God

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Obama-ize yourself! Or something else...

A little while ago, President Obama swatted a fly during an interview. (It made Clip of the Week, btw--you can see it here, if you missed it when it was on Living Loud.) Apparently, the PETA people (the most militant group of time-wasters EVER) expressed discontent. (Which prompted this art by Phil Hansen, yesterday's Clip of the Week.)

Anyhoo, I digress. What I really wanted to share is this. It is a cool little online art gadget that replicates the famous Obama poster with any image you care to upload. As a little homage to current events, I created this one:

the REAL enemy

But you can use any photo, and any word. Go check it out and have fun!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Clip of the week...

I checked my archives, and simply cannot believe I haven't posted anything by Phil Hansen yet. Phil does some wonderful particulate art that I think is simply amazing. I have a guess how he does it, but that doesn't diminish the wonderfulness of it all. Here is just one sample of his work:



There are many, many others. Check his website above, or his YouTube page for more fun and cool illustrations. (The Bruce Lee one and "faces" are two of my faves.)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Theater geekness meets pun geekness...

Back on May 20's post, I shared a clip from Bad Spellcheck Theater. That subject popped up again in a recent chat I had with Denise. One of us typed "Angles in America"--then all heck broke loose:
11:53amDavid
yes! spellcheck theater meets broadway

"CAST"--now and forever (about someone who's arm never heals)

11:54amDavid
"Less Miserable"--with a ~happy~ ending this time

"Missed Saigon"--about a draft dodger who went to Canada in the 60s

11:54amDavid
"A Chorus Lane"--about the goings-on in the alley behind the theater

"South Pacifist"--same story, but told from the Frenchman's point of view this time

I also thought of these:

"Seven Brides for Seven Mothers"--a musical romp featuring the hysterics of seven crying older women

"Sweet Chastity"--about a girl who refuses to work at the dance hall

"They're Paying Our Son"--about parents of a composer who finally gets a day job and moves out of the house

Who has more? Comment below, please...

Monday, July 13, 2009

If I had an arcade--The Game Wishlist...

Okay, here goes. Back in this blog post, I slobbered and drooled over Michael Jackson's video arcade. It set me to thinking about what would happen if I had unlimited funds and could build my own personal game room....

Here, then, is my list of must-have games--please consider it a work in progress. (Mouse-over pics for descriptions, click for links if available):

Video games:
In the original box--usually because of unique controllers, although occasionally because I just like it on its own:


may or may not have inspired me to drive tracked vehicles
Wizard needs food--BADLY!
Battlezone (Atari-1980)
Gauntlet (Atari-1985)
best football game EVER
Football (Atari-1979)


...ah, just making this list is getting me all misty. More to come when I have more time.

(Also, if there are games you love that aren't on here, let me know in a comment below, and I might add them to the list. Arcades are much more fun with friends!)

Friday, July 10, 2009

Mr. Geisel's interior designer...

I don't know that Dr. Seuss would have had hired his own personal interior design consultant for his home or not. But if he had, I imagine it would have been the guy who designed these:

Say! I like these wacky ca-bi-nets! I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!

The marvelous pieces above are a quick photo montage I did of work by Vincent Leman. Click here to see more of his work. Please. Because it's all really wonderful. I'm going to buy at least one of his pieces when I win the lottery. 'Cause I don't think you could do a whole room with furniture like this. Or could you? ;o)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Clip of the Week...

This week, I have a double header of infomercial parodies for you. First, a remix of the Slap Chop, done by DJ Steve Porter (quite nice, actually--I confess to loading this one up from time to time just to jam with the music):



Followed by a nice parody of the Snuggie ad (a little bit of PG-13 language on this one, so watch those little ears):



Happy Wednesday, readers!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Haven't had one of these in a while...

Caption contest!

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If there is anyone out there still reading this blog, please post a caption for this photo in the comments section.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Yes, please, Fairy Godmother...

If I had one, I would ask her for a private video arcade in my garage. (Well, to be honest, there are a lot of things I would ask for, but let's start with the video arcade.) I started to make a list of the games I am pretty sure I would Never Tire Of, but it was getting out of hand. Maybe one day it will appear on Living Loud as a work in progress.

In any event, I just saw Michael Jackson's arcade, and had to share the experience with you. No, I didn't get to physically visit, but through the Magic Of The Internet, you can now take a 360° virtual tour. The resolution is amazing--you can nearly feel the presence of Michael's ghost, dropping phantom quarters into the machines.

If you prefer a virtual magazine version of the games, here is the catalog from the auction house that sold the collection. Yes, I am tearing up thinking that it is no longer. No, not as much as for MJ. But close, perhaps.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Independence Day...

It is July 4th--time for my annual protest/reminder. Below follows the entire original text of the Declaration of Independence. Please read, observe, and share as you consume copious amounts of grilled meat and beer and set off explosives. (For "King" you may substitute "current form of government"--note I did *not* say "current administration". Text in bold is my emphasis.)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America


When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That
whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. --Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his assent to laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his governors to pass laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of representation in the legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved representative houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the legislative powers, incapable of annihilation, have returned to the people at large for their exercise; the state remaining in the meantime exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavored to prevent the population of these states; for that purpose obstructing the laws for naturalization of foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migration hither, and raising the conditions of new appropriations of lands.

He has obstructed the administration of justice, by refusing his assent to laws for establishing judiciary powers.

He has made judges dependent on his will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms of officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, standing armies without the consent of our legislature.

He has affected to render the military independent of and superior to civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his assent to their acts of pretended legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by mock trial, from punishment for any murders which they should commit on the inhabitants of these states:

For cutting off our trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing taxes on us without our consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury:

For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses:

For abolishing the free system of English laws in a neighboring province, establishing therein an arbitrary government, and enlarging its boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule in these colonies:

For taking away our charters, abolishing our most valuable laws, and altering fundamentally the forms of our governments:

For suspending our own legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated government here, by declaring us out of his protection and waging war against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burned our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries to complete the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of cruelty and perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow citizens taken captive on the high seas to bear arms against their country, to become the executioners of their friends and brethren, or to fall themselves by their hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian savages, whose known rule of warfare, is undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms: our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have we been wanting in attention to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends.

We, therefore, the representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the name, and by the authority of the good people of these colonies, solemnly publish and declare, that these united colonies are, and of right ought to be free and independent states; that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the state of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as free and independent states, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which independent states may of right do. And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Oh, the irony...

Denise shared this one with me. Every year for the last almost three decades, a local organization has "The World's Largest Salmon Barbecue" on July Fourth. What is ironic about that, you ask? The cookout is a fundraiser for the Salmon Restoration Association.

Now, granted, the SRA (Charlton Heston with a fishing pole?) has a hatchery, and the salmon undoubtedly are farmed. One hopes. But the irony of it all is quite amusing. I started riffing on the whole thing:

"then, in the winter, there will be a crab feed to benefit the crab restoration program."

"and we're having a logging festival to heighten awareness for the tree destruction league."

Ah, Sarcasm. You and Irony and I make quite the trio.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Obit for a man of honor...

from the local newspaper:

Rohnert Park's "Officer Friendly" dies at 66

By GLENDA ANDERSON
THE PRESS DEMOCRAT

Lawrence “Larry” Edward Jones, a retired Rohnert Park public safety officer known to a generation of school children and their parents as “Officer Friendly,” died at home Saturday. He was 66.

He worked for the Rohnert Park Department of Public Safety for 27 years, retiring in 2003. Ever smiling, he earned the moniker “Officer Friendly” during the 18 years he served as a school resource officer.

“Larry was hands down the best school resources officer we ever had,” said retired Rohnert Park Department of Public Safety Director Robert Dennett.

Jones was strong, loving and inspirational, earning the admiration of students at the Cotati-Rohnert Park School District’s dozen-plus campuses as well as that of their parents.

“His love for the students and kids of this community was very large. He believed in kids,” said long-time friend and former co-worker on the force, Jim Herold.

And they responded to his care.

“The kids would run across the campus to talk to him,” Dennett said.

Jones abilities did not go unnoticed by the community. Parents picketed the City Council and gathered more than 1,100 signatures in 1994 when he was reassigned to patrol. Later that year, grant money was used to return Jones to schools to teach the anti-drug DARE program.

So strong was Jones’ influence, Rancho Cotate High School in May named the school’s circular driveway entrance, “Officer Friendly Way.” More than 200 people attended the the naming ceremony.

Jones went beyond what was expected of a school safety officer. He often would give his home phone number to a young person who might need advice or to offer them a hug. He counseled several suicidal teens and once rushed to a trouble’s girl’s house after her friend called Jones for help at 2 a.m., according to a 2003 Press Democrat profile. Some of the students he mentored in elementary and middle school have become Rohnert Park police officers and firefighters.

In an interview with the Press Democrat, he said, “I wanted to create a trust and a bond — be dependable.” By all accounts, he was successful.

Young’s calling may have stemmed from his own youth, his mother, Gladys Jones, mused in a 1998 Press Democrat interview. Jones, the sixth of 12 children, was born with spinal meningitis and doctors told his parents that, if he lived, he would never walk. But within a year, he was walking, proving them wrong. He continued to defy the odds later in life.

Jones was born in Houston but was raised in the tough, Hunter’s Point neighborhood in San Francisco, an experience that taught him valuable lessons and launched his career. He once said he never forgot what a neighborhood drug pusher had told him: “People don’t use drugs. Drugs use people.”

Jones also survived five gunshot wounds in an altercation at age 21, a turning point in his life. Soon after, he decided to become a police officer and began forging his way into a career in which, at the time, there were few black people.

He went to the Redwood City Police Academy and in 1965 got a job as a private investigator. He joined the Pacifica Police Department two years later and the Marin County Sheriff’s Department in 1969. He was hired by Rohnert Park in 1976 and became “Officer Friendly” three years later.

His dedication to his work has been rewarded over the years with awards that included policeman of the year, the outstanding service award from the state Juvenile Officers Association, the J.Edgar Hoover gold medal award and the city’s citizen of the year.

After he retired, Jones continued to work with children, coaching softball and football teams, as he had done for nearly three decades. Jones also served as president of the board of trustees for the Community Baptist Church in Santa Rosa and was a past member of the Sonoma County chapter of 100 Black Men.

In addition to his mother, Jones is survived by his wife, Carolyn Jones; daughters Tomeka Jones and Tracy Jackson; sons Lawrence Jones, Donald Wambold, Jonathan Wambold and Michael Wambold; sisters Joyce Emerson and Linda Mobrey; brothers Leslie Campbell, Allen Holmes, Eugene Jones, Larry Jones, Gonzales Jones III, Ray Jones and Michael Jones; and 10 grandchildren.

A “Celebration of the Life of Larry Jones” will be held from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. Wednesday at the Spreckles Center for the Performing Arts.

You can read the complete version of the story here, but be forewarned: this newspaper's website it horrendously slow. And, truth be told, you've already read the majority of the article. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge...)

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Clip of the Week...

This kid's mom cancelled his World of Warcraft account. His brother, prophet that he was, videotaped the post-cancellation tantrum.



I have no words.