Being the adventures of a young man whose principal interests are:
Trying to stump CDDB.
Undertaking strange music archival projects that nobody else would find interesting. Santa Ramen.
Shooting the moon whenever possible, ALWAYS, and tossing any sort of self-restraint out the window.
Far too many other things to really itemize here,
but they include:
Taxonomic botany. Road rage. Fort building. Math. Ear and neck kisses, toy stores, books, socks that have stripes, jiggle eyes, elevator dancing, track jackets, Katamari Damacy, advertising characters, freight-train hopping (really), coloring books. Bowl noodle hot. Bar Method. VANCOUVER BC. Absurdities. Intense conversations. L'esprit de l'escalier.
Harebrained schemes and situations gone hilariously awry. Making shit happen and bending the universe to my will.
Righteousness, civil and otherwise. Revolutionary
thought of any sort. 60's/mod stuff. Burlesque (which I've performed in for a few years, but damn we need some quality control.) Midcentury modern and extreme googie
worship. All things Peruvian. The circus, particularly Ringling Bros. and ESPECIALLY with Bello Nock. Sherman/Perry/Lonsdale/etc. Girls with short bangs.
Taking pictures of myself airborne in front of scenic places. Peeing in the bathroom at work right after the cleaning crew has finished, and watching the water go from blue to green. Pretending cute girls on the Muni notice me. Apologizing for being annoying when I was drinking but not being 100% sincere about it. Nocturnal urban wanderings to find secret alcoves and strange minutiae that otherwise disappear when people and daylight are present.
Coveting other peoples' small dogs. Flipping people off. Fucking shit up. Letting you think I'm a "nice guy." Imagining dinosaurs are alive. Pretending things talk. Cruising the mall for moms. Bagging their daughters while I'm at it. Eating Corn Nuts in work meetings. Constantly letting down my girlfriends. Practicing my "unamused" face but it's not practice. Undertaking adventures that, when you woke up in the morning, you had no idea you were going to do that day. Pointing out idiocy when nobody else will despite its existing brazenly and openly. The arcane art of subtle mockery.
Dendochronology and plant taxonomy and sciencey stuff in general. Showy monocots. Astronomy. (NOT astrology). The Golden Ratio and Fibonacci. Determinism; chaos, complexity, and fractals. Number theory and game theory. Otter Pops. Thunderbird (the wine). Serial commas. Supermarionation. Animal crackers that come in the little "circus" box with the string handles. Disco dancing in elevators. Linguistics and semiotics.
Writing people by hand and sending weird shit to friends
in the mail. Laughing at myself on a daily basis. Having hope and optimism and enjoying
every single thing around me. Botanizing, reading, philosophizing, and an exhaustive list of other gerunds.
Music
In heavy rotation this month: Orange Peels, Peter Murphy, Adam & the Ants. Otherwise:
Wyld Stallyns. Ween. Fishbone. Clash. Sex Pistols. Serge Gainsbourg. Jellyfish. The Jam. Pleaseeasaur. I worship at the temple of GRAND BUFFET.
311, Deathray, Manu Chao/Mano Negra/Sergent Garcia, Jane's, Simple Minds, Rick Fuckin' Springfield, Run-DMC, Ozo, Jurassic 5, Public Enemy, The Alarm, James, Flogging Molly, Donald Fagen, SLF, Aztec Camera, Pulp, Lloyd Cole. Tom Jones and Tony Orlando. English Beat. Phenomenauts. Pato Banton. Easter. Captured by Robots.
70's punk. non-shitty 80's. Lounge and Exotica. 60's French pop and ye-ye. 60's mod/soul/garage/psych.
Old punk/ska/oi! & rockabilly.
Old-school rap/R&B/breakdance: Kurtis Blow, old Sugarhill
bands, Prince, Whodini, the Fat Boys, Parliament-Funkadelic, Kid Creole, Afrika Bambaataa, Earth Wind & Fire. I pledge allegiance to THE TIME. I have a secret affinity for old freestyle. (ssh, don't tell!) And I bow to the holy
trinity of James, George, and Sly.
60's mod and go-go like: CASINO
ROYALE, Petula and Lulu, Mindbenders, Small Faces.
Esquivel, Toy Dolls, Jason Falkner, Combustible Edison, Martin Denny, CQ, Bow Wow Wow, Boingo, Tenpole Tudor, Fuzzbox, Sigue Sigue Sputnik,
Pink Martini, Echo & the B'men, Three O'Clock, Shriekback, ABC/Martin Fry, New Order, Northside, the Damned, the Style Council, the Dickies, OMD, PiL, Siouxsie, Adam Ant, U-vox, (is anyone even still reading this any more?)
Nilsson's "The Point," Air/French Band, Mellow, Komeda, Fugazi, Beastie Boys, Carter USM, Matt Mahaffey/Self, Bleu, Sigue Sigue Sputnik, PWEI, Pizzicato
5, Peter Murphy, Skankin' Pickle, Tears For Fears. I
have No Doubt in my blood. My favorite bands lately are Bing Ji Ling and the High
Speed Scene from L.A. And of course, the song "Hot
Shot City" is particularly good.
Movies
Why Man Creates. Free to Be, You and Me. Bottle Rocket and its followups.
Better Off Dead. Can't Stop the Music. Human Traffic (few movies make me as giddily happy). Wave Twisters. PF's The Wall. Run Lola Run. The Molly Ringwald trilogy.
Phantom of the Paradise. Danger: Diabolik. Say Anything. The Filth & the Fury. Scratch, CQ, Rikki Tikki Tavi, Fantastic Voyage, Murder by Death, Super Fuzz, Hugo the Hippo. Motherfucking Gymkata, now out on DVD, bitches!! Superbad, Romy & Michele, Raising Saddles & Blazing Arizona. Favorite genres include the proverbial thriller, the eternal "fake documentary," and the always-sublime "idiot caper." And if you're around me for any length of time, you realize that my life pretty much operates like the movie "The Party."
Television
She watch channel zero. I don't watch any channel. Ever. (Unless you count "The Young Ones" on DVD.) I know there is occasionally some good stuff out there, but I can't be arsed into sifting through crap to find it. I have too many other good things to do.
Books
So many-- T. Jefferson, T. Paine, Camus, La Rochefoucauld, Viktor Frankl, Pahlaniuk, tons of others... MLKJr, the Auto of Malcolm X, Zorba the Greek... the Phantom Tollbooth... Uncle Shelby's ABZ Book... the Wild Party... Watership Down... Atlas Shrugged... first two Amy Tan books... the "Sweet Pickles" books (remember those?)... ANYTHING philosophy/math/science/ linguistics that I can get my hands on... so many more, I'll fill them in eventually. For inspiration, I read Leonard Pitts Jr. To laugh, I read Learning Annex catalogs. I really, really, REALLY miss Spy Magazine.
Heroes
All the Shakespearoes. The greatest comedic actor of all time, Les Lye. Otherwise-- let's see:
Living heroes: Angelo Moore and my mom (but, umm, not in the same sentence like that.) Mandela. Chuck D. Mitchell Feigenbaum. Savion Glover. Cut Chemist and DJ Qbert. Max Hart and Danny Shorago. Bello Nock. David Lee Roth. Bill Nye, Ali G, Ian MacKaye, Huell Howser (but not that knockoff Doug McConnell.) My coworker Kyoko (who skydives, flies helicopters, reads every night, speaks three languages, and still is a great designer.)
Ron Jeremy is one of my heroes, but not for the immediately obvious reason. Nope, he's a hero because they told him "no, you can't do THAT" and he said "screw you, I'm going to do it anyway."
Dead heroes: my grandfather. Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Paine. Abraham Lincoln
(READ HIM). MLKJr. (yes, everyone says he's a hero, but have you actually
read him? Go do it. NOW.) Albert Camus. Oscar Wilde. Leonhard Euler. Saul Bass and Serge Gainsbourg.
Fictional heroes: Zorba, Peter Pan, Pee Wee Herman, Tintin. Jonny Quest. Statler and Waldorf. Angus MacGyver, Tyler Durden, Derek Flint, and John Galt.
Everyday heroes: Anybody and everybody who has ever based a decision on the logic of "aww screw it, why the hell not." And seriously, my biggest heroes are some people here on my friends list whom I won't mention specifically,
but yes, they are my heroes as well. I feel very, very lucky indeed.
California Polytechnic State Univ-San Luis Obispo
San Luis Obispo, CALIFORNIA
Graduated: 1997
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Systematic botany
Clubs: WOW. WOW. And more WOW. And a ton of other things too, but mostly WOW.
1990 to 1997
Mt. Carmel High
Poway, CALIFORNIA
Graduated: 1990
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
Clubs: Bando. Debate-o. And a bunch of other things.
1986 to 1990
mig's Companies
Shutterfly Redwood City, CA US Tiki Lounge proprietor
2000-2003
MyWire aka INITECH Redwood City, CA US pissing people off by pointing out the obvious
7/03-8/07
Modulus Data Systems Sunnycupertoga, CA US Sellout
1999-2000
Channel Islands National Park Ventura, CA US Botanizer.
1997-1999
CNET Networks San Francisco, CA US Associate Product Manager Ad Operations
9/07-present
mig is moving back to SF and never thought he would. Posted at 10:52 PM Jul 20 view more
I'm MOTORIN'. I jam econo. I'm kind of grumpy sometimes but that doesn't stop the sun from shining in my general direction, pretty much every day.
36-year-old teenager/burlesque gorilla/nerd/talk show guest/freight train hopper/computer industry slave/overall jackass/overall nice guy/ delicious demon/incorrigible fuse-lighter/Boy About Town/smiling superhero/smirking supervillain/bookworm/astronomer/ramen lover/narcoleptic/agent provocateur/unapologetic imp/botanist/carnivorous vegetarian/ (hang on, gotta take a breath... okay)/Peruvian/rodeo clown without a rodeo/bender of the universe/ and much much more for only three easy payments of $19.95!
I drive way faster than my guardian angel can fly; in fact, I ran his ass over because he was slowing me down.
I get what I deserve; which usually is awesome and sometimes really sucks. I act my shoe size. And I'm proud to be a CLASSY BROAD.
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I LOVE IT WHEN:
there are 2 or more oyster crackers stuck together.
The song ends right as you finish parking.
A plan comes together.
We're the only two people who noticed that.
There's that little crunchy bit left on the stick after you eat the corn dog.
Something arrives in the mail.
You talk dirty.
Someone else trips.
The dog gets in the front seat and pretends like he's driving.
I hear from someone I haven't heard from in forever.
Someone starts a sentence with "Fact:"
I turn the pillow over and get the cold side.
The restaurant has mac & cheese.
I arrive at the Gold Coast.
You come back from the bathroom and your food has been served.
I open the shampoo and it smells like apples.
Interesting people come together and something great results.
Someone inspires me and they don't even know it.
The character in the movie yells "Guards! Seize them!"
I drive through a big-ass puddle.
People throw their hands in the ay-yair and wave 'em like they just don't care.
Hilarity ensues.
Someone offers me free food.
I dream about flying.
Someone at the club is overtaken by an uncontrollable urge to start doing "the robot".
"Multiball" happens.
Something stays crunchy, even in milk.
My doggie pees on his own foot.
Anything talks in Peter Lorre voice.
The guy driving the really sweet classic/vintage car is the original owner.
There's a piece of fruit that looks like a butt.
We have to reconstruct last night over the phone.
Strangers have really weird conversations outside the bar right after it closes.
The theater lets you pump your own popcorn butter.
Really bad and obvious stock footage is spliced in.
(list to be continued...)
Currently getting me through the day: New burley friends; being reunited with Dot & Speck; THE couch; all the Hubbas; and Amerivespa coming up.
I still hate the following more than just about anything: mimes, Robin Williams, the Family Circus, John Mayer, Sheryl Crow, Will Smith, and the Steve Miller Band.
Who I'd like to meet:
Hopeless celeb crush of the moment: Joyo Velarde, Chrissie Hynde, and Yvonne from The Octopus Project. And (insert rotating Twilight Vixen here). Otherwise:
Interesting people. Goofy people. Smart people. Artsy people. Sophisticated people. Subversive people. Nerdy people. Dangerous people. Complex people. People who "get it." People who understand that the more you have to cluck about your own awesomeness, the less of it you actually have. Anybody who-- like Jem-- is truly, truly, truly outrageous. People who improve the world, even in small ways, and who are not just on a joyride on this planet. Those who find themselves ridiculous-- sit down next to me... in love, in fear, in hate, in tears...
Queens of lewd behavior.
Disco dollies that I can lure to a life of vice, and people who put olives on the tips of their fingers before they eat them. Anybody who owns wigs or costumes (but just for fun occasions, not as a substitute persona). Anybody who has a helicopter or a submarine, or a pet hedgehog or meerkat. People who will tell me stories about the weird stuff that happens to them or who will tell me about the world through their own warped perspective.
People who do not let their niceness get in the way of their sassiness, and vice versa.
Bowie, Molly Ringwald, Heino, Roland Orzabal, Jim Kerr, Mike Watt, John Phillip Law, Afrika Bambaataa, Riley Mason, Verne Troyer, Huell Howser, anyone who can teach me to dance like Rerun, or any retail employees who do the robot *while on the job*.
I've recently moved to the East Bay and would love to meet any new friends who will take me on absurd adventures anywhere. A few hints: Spec's over Dragon Bar; Mission over Marina; Red Vic/Roxie over the Metreon; Velma over Daphne; scooters over motorcycles; hot tea over "hottie"; handwritten over emailed; Thunderbird over Cristal; half full over half empty-- no, wait, completely full over half full; pranksters over gangsters; you get the idea.
Otherwise, I have a stupidly large friend list and I know and love them all. But there's always room for you. The pantheon of characters in my life is like a black hole that must ever grow to sustain itself. If you think you'd fit, introduce yourself (right on)!
(But you MUST possess basic grammar/punctuation skills. Seriously.)
If you are actually still reading by this point, I'd probably like to meet you.
Feel free to re-post if you know anyone who still uses Myspace. Personally, I will never abandon this place even if I am the last douchebag spamming on it.
Ewwww I am SO SURE! HAHAHA. Look, you caused me to go to Myspace, lucky I could even remember the password! Haha. NO THANK YOU, barf eye blind! BUT it was great to see you lately. xo
Guess who's on tour again???? No dates in LA, but in San Fran and Anaheim! Oh fond memories. . .did I ever tell you that I contacted them to tell them about us and our mini tour escapade? They (their assistant, I'm sure, but I don't care) contacted me back! Misses and kisses!
HAVE AT IT,BRO! Can't wait to see your album. It should be a hoot! Can't wait for next year's BHOF. You throw one hell of a party. That's one of the reason we go!!!
my new CD "A Watched Pot" is available THIS week (july 14th)!!! at stores & on iTunes...you're receiving this comment b/c you're my friend on MySpace...help a brotha out & check out my new CD...watch my video for "Come 'N Go," and check my tour dates for a city near U!!! (check my profile)...
