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week's worth of stuff

Sunday was my day to get out and do stuff. In the late morning, I went to Robbie's to get a Jimmy Wright CD created. Well, we did, but there's always other things on the agenda, listen to his show, his appearance on other shows, his this and his that. We did it all, took two hours, but Okay, now onward.

Wednesday, Sylvia went to the dentist to get a filling taken care of. Then she'd call Rick about the leaky toilet, so I took the opp to go to the smog station and get my car smogged. That part worked out okay, no waiting, $48.50 later, I'm officially smogged and outta there. Shea and Rick took care of the toilet and Sylvia got her filling fixed, so it was our day to accomplish stuff.

This a.m., my internet connection was blotto so I called Verizon in India and got it fixed, but caused a bigger problem, because it changed my IP address, which meant my station was down and out, so Wagner came over and we had to fix that, which meant I was offline for awhile, but I think it's fixed now.

Then Jay calls while Shea and I are at S&F with a big story about Jerry W., so I'll call Doug D. and try to get details. Which I'll do now, if you'll excuse me.

Chinese food ass kicking

My daughter wanted to scoot on out for Chinese food, so out we scooted to where we had history, good chow, cheap and greasy, with a counterman who remembers everyone and why. He's Chinese.

It's next to a liquor store and a place where big teenagers rush by on mopeds in order to reach the sidewalk to really break the law. Reminds me of a clip I saw on Maury Povich today: woman comes into fast food place, crowded, but since her ethnicity is calling (won't say, wouldn't be right), she tries to jump the line, because that's her right. Clerk tries to stop her, she spits in his face...another unenumerated right, I can only surmise.

Then a customer starts arguing with her and that's when the fun begins. Her boyfriend who must've been on parole or an escapee, comes in, approaches the guy who made the almost-fatal mistake of arguing with her about her heaven-sent right to jump the line, spit in the face of the clerk and begins confronting him by clocking him. Knocks him down and then beats the holy crap out of this poor guy. "He got 4 years," said Maury. Who? The beater? The beatee? The clerk? Don't that beat all? Shoulda been 40, with at least 4 for the spitting bitch. But that's just me.

So the other night I'm walking to the Chinese place, had to park far away, because a woman in an SUV with the same right to do whatever the hell she felt like took 2 parking places, which she woulda probably done anyway had she been able to drive. I'm staring daggers at this woman in her SUV, because a woman can't hurt me, right? Then out of the corner of my eye comes a huge guy that looks like the beating-guy in the tape, except much bigger, comes into my path. He sees I'm pissed at his woman and says "h'llo"... those are the words...the unspoken message was, "whatcha looking at white boy?"

I kept on walking. Shoulda kicked his ass, but then I'd be on Maury and I'd get jail time, which would mean my blog would have to be on a prison blog site, which I bet is more about sex in showers and prison guard bruality. OK, I admit it, I gave the guy a break. So sue me. Chinese food is still yummy.

pissing off the world

Well, I went and did it now. I like to write smarmy things in the Community Scanner column, and sometimes give out license numbers. I was tempted to do that on Airport disaster day, last Sat. when I went to the police exercise, when I saw a Dodge Ram run one stop sign, one traffic light, but I figured it might've been a cop, so I didn't...could've gotten it, tho. Then I hear on the scanner that the cops are looking for a guy that fits this idiot to a T! Damn, next time, make sure you have a pen to copy this shit down, then I can turn into a real Sam Spade!

But I also might have chewed off the wrong guy, and it wasn't even all that funny. Guy in an MC jacket and helmet doing wheelies, I described him to a T - see above. Then Shea tells me she saw him in the park wearing a death mask under his helmet, sounds like a guy who has little or nothing to lose, so I'd better watch my step, hope he can't read 50/50 and won't be referred to my wise ass remarks about his wheelies, which happened two weeks ago today.

Haven't done much this week, 'cept write, write, and you guessed it, made progress on an important book that few will read and even fewer will give a rat's ass about - perfect for my life.

Nothing new on jazz radio front, though I did piss of the campus PIO, but that's another story, another day.

whither jazz in L.B.?

I keep hearing the same rumbling, from different quarters. Tonight seemed to seal the deal.

Last week, I called JA, prexy of the PPR board, who said that he'd be soon coming out with the story in order to save the station, but wasn't quite ready now.

At Sat. nite's party, Ryan told me that MPR is waiting in the wings, something that Mike confirmed both to me and on a discussion board that the deal is as good as sealed, that F. King put in an RFP, whatever the hell that is, and that jazz is on its way out and we'll have a 3rd NPR style station in our midst - big whoopie! Let the celebration begin...more Prarie Home Companion for eveyone!

Thanks Big Judy, you got dumped and still managed to pull disaster out of a thriving, unique & special mom & pop that I helped start 25 years ago. And a special atta boy to Rick L., who's doing the same thing to Miami radio. Way to go!...if you like MPRX3, that is.

Saturday's disaster & party

This week has involved some writing, but generally, new levels of laziness have been met and conquered. So, Friday, I commenced to drive to the Beachcomber - with no evasion or reservations of any sort and succeeded on the first half of the trip. I think I went somewhere else, but I must've been unconscious - oh, I recall, to see a woman on Second St. who had some LPs - got a private pressing autographed Korla Pandit that I even know existed! Good deal, sez me.

Then to the Beachcomber, where I picked up some tix & parking pass to tomorrow's disaster at the airport. Then to the strawberry stand, where I picked up my berry-ola for such a good article, then to Wagman's where I picked up hard copies of my ratings and spoke with him for ahwile, then homeward bound, no actually, I had no cuffs.

In p.m., Bill Soon stopped by, drank wine, big surprise, then I took a nap. Woke today...no, that's wrong.

On Sat., I left early for the disaster, did my thing, saw SWAT, National Guard, Fire and others run around and save people acting like they were in trouble, and more or less spent an morning doing something totally unusual and getting a bunch o'photos in the process.

In p.m., wrote the disaster article, then went to Petke's party, which was somewhat dull at about 4:30, but by 8:30 or so, was rocking - tho it was mainly guys, and many of these guys were with guys! But lots of instruments, fire pit, beer, music, food and pretty interesting folks - his friend Ryan who's pretty sharp & put together an intersting website on LB day to day photos, which I contributed to, Dan Jergler from the PT, Randy Salton from Charter, some others and a few girls showed, getting way too exciting, so I split at about 8 p.m. as Sylvia and Shea stayed home.

Today, heard from the Haley's, just back from Portugal, Spain, Germany & France - had to rest better part of a week just to get used to being back.

Happy Birthday Torben! You're now 6!!! and had a pretty cool party.

things I did pt. 2

Election night, Apr. 11, was fairly busy for me, tho I didn't get...elected, that is. The best part was attending Justin Rudd's "I decided not to run party," where the southern food was good, the Guiness was expensive, ($7.50) and I learned some stuff...not to go to Lucille's, where the evil one was.

Then went to DeLong's get-together, no food or drink (unless you paid). I didn't. Saw Grabinski & Levine. Then went home and watched the piss poor Charter coverage. Not much else.

All weekend, I kept hearing about the Adler-F.King clash over PPR's station, so I called Adler, who confirmed. Should be major.

Cruisin' Music is well over 1,000 listeners, but who are they? A few emails came through.