Thursday, August 31, 2006
Parkzak, Tablezak
I’ve felt a bit under the weather lately, which is a bitch because the weather has been gorgeous and I’d like to be out in it rather than skulking under it, but as the ancients told us, that sand’s for pounding, son. Meantime I have been doing less writing of new stuff because my work duties are particularly intense this time of year, and because of a variety of other amusing little projects that have been sapping my strength and vigor, or at least my free time. In lieu of a full-on essay or my rant about businesses that have chosen ill-advised names or ad slogans (yeah I did it once before but, somehow, stupidity has re-emerged like crabgrass on the lawn of wisdom), I figgered I’d just share a little piece of the main event, in a segment I’d like to call “Flashing on Zach.”
But first, a brief return to a subject addressed in the last post: my porn name. As my mom (hi, mom!) points out in the comments, I never lived on Formosa street - that was Aunt Arline and Uncle Morris. We lived nearby, on Sycamore. Unfortunately, all the coolness that is “Bozo Formosa” is utterly lost in the lameness of “Thumper Sycamore.” However, I think, if I were permitted to break the algorithim and use the street name first and the pet name second, “Sycamore Thumper” may just be marketable, pornwise. Updates will be provided as they become available.
Also, two posts down, I mentioned an iPod mix I was listening to, and someone berated me for failing to mention what was on it. Ever eager to please, a week or so after I should have done, here’s the “Drummer’s Choice” playlist:
* Mike Doughty: Looking at the World from the Bottom of a Well
* Kenny Wayne Shepherd: Chase the Rainbow
* Beastie Boys: In 3’s
* Mofro and John JJ Grey: Ho Cake
* Chico Hamilton: For Mods Only
* David “Fathead” Newman: 13th Floor
* Particle: Shoe Goo (live)
* Grant Green: The Final Countdown
* Derek and the Dominos: Evil (live)
* Pearl Jam: Animal (live
* moe.: Plane Crash (live)
* Robert Walter and the 20th Congress: Instant Death (live)
* Trout Fishing in America: Not Fade Away
This mix was set up on behalf of a good friend who played drums back when we went to college together. I’ve been wanting to send him some music for a long time and today, goddamn it, I’m going to the post office and I’m mailing that sucker. All the songs were chosen because they have strong percussion lines which are either mindblowingly complex, or are solid and straight and clean in case you want to drum along. The last song has no percussion at all, but takes an acoustically trippy take on a classic tune and begs to be drummed to.
Okay, Sawni, I hope that satisfies your curiosity. Now, let’s Flash on Zak!
Over the weekend we went to the Japanese Tea Garden in GG Park. It’s a very popular and beautifully-landscaped little subzone between the museum concourse, Stow Lake, and the Arboretum. Z-man had a great time wandering around and picking up mulch. Eventually he got whiny because we had to carry him around when we were anywhere near water, and there’s watercourses all over the T*garden, so we had to carry him a lot.... once we got tired of that we walked home via the concourse, which Zak found, as always, to be an endless garden of mulchy delights. Here’s a few frozen moments of him enjoying his mulchtastic self:
It also deserves well to be reiterated that the abovereferenced Sawni found and arranged to transport to us a fantastic hand-made mid-cent table and chair set built for tiny people, of whom Zadok is indubitably one. We picked it up on Monday evening and unpacked it immediately, much to Z-meister’s delight - to wit:
Okay my blogly buddies, that’s going to have to be enough for right now. I’ve got doings afoot and it’s time to get to’em. Enjoy your Thursday and grab something organic or handmade today - both, if you’ve got time!
