Monthly Archives: June 2004

It is no secret that I love and respect the Tiny Punky Bassplayer but last night, with her band, felt like physical evidence she’s changing the world. It’s not just cause our charter plans were drafted by the same ombudsman; … Continue reading →

1. I am totally down with 50% hateration-shots on my court if it’s a barometer of honesty (mine own, others’). Sheed, ever-passionate, doesn’t try to be anyone he’s not; my father, Pistons coach Larry Brown, calls him “one of the … Continue reading →

“Q: Your image has been very negative in the media and with the referees, but it seems now that we’ve met you, it seems somewhat uncalled for. Is this your ultimate moment of glory til you win the title, this … Continue reading →

Game four, fourth quarter, one minute on the clock, Pistons have an eight-point lead, cameramen zoom on traces of tear collecting in a single Karl-Mallone-eye, and my housemate John Blasioli and I—Sheed lovers til death do us part—get emo in … Continue reading →

Last night, United State of Electronica: LIFE IS AWESOME. Danced til sweat smeared glitter mascara all the way down to my lip. Slipped on a floor of spilled Sparks. They aced my base. Seattle posi-core, 2004: six-piece, Up with People … Continue reading →

I’m serious. From “More Reasons to love Sheed”: * “Showed up at his first press conference in Portland with a t-shirt that read ‘Fuck What Ya Heard.’” * ‘During a Blazers practice, coach Maurice Cheeks was talking with reporters when … Continue reading →

The pain… at times it’s been too much to bear. Remember those days? We had some good times, right, baby? That’s right. But, baby, it’s cool. I support you. Your happiness is my peace. P.S. definitely read “100 Reasons to … Continue reading →

Hmm. Apparently, Lifesavas are so banockers for my wild style (okay… and my complimentary Libretto/Misfit Massive piece), they have requested to play the Mercury party, too. You really want to go. Sabala’s, doors at 9. Five stupid dollars. Libretto (w/ … Continue reading →

New Cardio Caliente instructor, from Chile: merengue, mambo, salsa, cha-cha. Some more merengue, with a mambo thrown in. She plays Cabas (who I love). I try to play it cool, but she dances me off the planet. Smash TV for … Continue reading →

My beloved browser Safari’s sole unbeloved quality: Netscape/Apple feed is my homepage on lock. Today, though, this has served me well, because I am the proud recipient of an unending CNN newsfeed regarding the location of Ronald Reagan’s corpse. Yesterday, … Continue reading →