By Jeff Walsh
I have a friend and former teacher that I see whenever I go home to visit and, even without much warning, we'll end up sitting at a corner table at a casino bar, order some drinks, and settle in.
It's become pretty routine that we're going to catch up on things, have some deep conversation, and just enjoy each other's company for a few hours. And, no matter how long it's been since we last got together, the connections flood back and you realize the special bonds that people share.
When I got my review copy of Brent Hartinger's The Elephant of Surprise, I was a bit apprehensive. How long ago did I read the last book? How did it end? And, since this is the fourth book in the Geography Club series that began a decade ago, how did we get here?
I didn't need to worry. First of all, Hartinger does a quick summary at the beginning of the book. But as you start reading the names, and how the characters interact, it all starts coming back to you. Maybe not every plot point of all three books, but the bonds between the characters, the little quirky details, and the comfort of being on a journey with these friends again.
Another new social media experience I had tonight is seeing a friend tagged in a lot of photos and such on my Facebook ticker, and when I finally clicking through to see what kind of trouble he was out getting himself into, I learned that all of the tags were, sadly, eulogies...
I knew William Brandon Lacy Campos from around when I first started Oasis in 1995, and he would submit columns every month in his early activist days in the mid-to-late 90s. We never became great friends then, but I always stayed aware of what he was up to.
When we were both in the Bay Area and later NYC, we made a lot of casual plans that fell through, as you do, finally seeing The Kinsey Sicks at the Highline a few months back. But with Facebook, we thrived. Every day, we traded torrents of bitchy over-the-top remarks. I'd say something culturally insensitive. He'd threaten to slap be back to slavery. I'd ask if I could pick what kind of plantation I wanted to own, and on and on.
The subtext was always playful, though, and I enjoyed being connected with him as often as we were through our conversations. I mean, why spend time making fun of people you don't care about?! So, our physical interactions were incredibly low, but after more than two decades of being aware of someone, there remains that connection.
By Jeff Walsh
Anthony Lee Medina first caught my attention when he nearly fell on me during the Spring Awakening tour in San Francisco. I was seated onstage, and he took an impressive spill during 'Bitch of Living,' that only seemed to energize him more for the song.
I'm never quite sure what it is about seeing certain performers in a show, and you follow them after that show, but I've always kept up with Anthony (Facebook helps there).
Of course, since that time in 2008, I spent much of the time erroneously thinking Anthony was straight and not Oasis material, a notion that was quickly dispelled upon seeing his solo show, Anthony Lee Medina - About Me, after moving to NYC.
Now, Anthony is starting a new part of his career, as he raises the money to put out his first collection of songs, The Ladybug Articles, later this year. Most of the songs are inspired by his ongoing tumultuous relationship with a guy he is still in love with.
We met during the recent heatwave at Otarian, a vegetarian restaurant he turned me onto in the city, and we talked. A lot. Here's what we had to say:
I don't have time on Tuesday, but I'll do it anyway
I'll visit, and take one long look at you
and take in your face
and indulge in sin just for a moment
before giving you up.
I'll be back.
You need me to come back, so I'll come back.
I'll come back well in time for us and Rubisco and life.
And maybe by then I'll have found myself a life.
Because I need a life that isn't you
Because you have a life that isn't me
"Isn't that against your religion?"
"Yeah, well, you know that thing, that we do,
That's against my religion too.
I've been working along the /mu/ essential dark ambient list:
Here's the full size: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfMs6NAPbt8/UCdOw20P9GI/AAAAAAAADl4/vxntNBGxYd...
1E, Deep_Frieze by SleepResearch_Facility, is one of the deepest collections of music I have heard in my life. I highly recommend you all engage in this journey as I have begun to. It is going to be a very interesting one for me.
*so I watched this independent LGBT film called Shelter and I loved it so much, I wrote this poem.*
The brainwashed sun sticks to my eyelids
in the pear drop morning.
Wandering down these
I wear a practiced smile.
But your name is something foreign;
a long-forgotten page
from my adolescent journal,
and so used to flying under the radar,
I'm at a loss for words when
you give me a compliment.
Still, you seem comfortable
in your thick skin and it's
seeing how you joke
without straying from the truth,
Except for when I was sick, things have been decent lately. I accidentally got an award I thought I wasn't eligible for, and I found out my tentative financial aid amount from one of my top choice colleges. Some more stuff has to be processed for it to be totally finalized, but it's pretty good, even though it doesn't cover everything, of course. I'm not special enough to get a free ride, haha. Knowing that I'm probably going to get to go is the most comforting feeling in the world, though. Like, I can't even put it into words. I'm a little scared to get excited until it's finalized, but I can't help but be excited some.
Even though things are decent, they're also kinda bland. I really don't know what to say. I just feel like I should write something here, so I'm just gonna talk about some unrelated stuff, I guess.
My first gay wedding. I went to a grand opening for a hair salon and fundraiser for the race for the cure tonight that my friend jamie, an amazing musician and artist from seattle was playing for a friend....little did I know, along with most of the folks there, that the concert and opening celebration would turn into a wedding.
About half of the crowd knew, the other half, many of whom you could see disapproved, but clapped along politely, were in shock. I almost cried. almost. My friend justin did though.
I guess there is still hope for backasswards, redneck inhabited kitsap county.
I spent hours very thoroughly scrutinizing the lyrics to this Animal Collective song:
And this what I accomplished today:
...I post on here anymore. Nobody ever comments on the things I post anyway. Not to mention I am far too old to be sticking around on a site for 'youth' anyway....
Hell, I am too old to even go to the groups here locally like oasis youth center or lambert house on capitol hill...Although both times I went there as well, I felt like I was the odd man out, like I didn't belong w/ the group of kids that were there.