Essentials

I saw Holly Golightly and forgot to write about it. I bought Jock Jams and forgot to rave about it. I didn't throw up on New Years and didn't write to brag about it. I am going to be on the air soon with KGNU and haven't been blathering about it.
I have been busy everywhere except for this page. I could lie and say I'll update it more often, but I won't. I once joked about starting a Colorado Donut Blog and I think that would be more interesting. I know there is a coffee house one, and I can eat a donut with vengeance that only a diabetic can deliver. I'll quit with this blog and link to the future donut one. Now that will be interesting.
Thanks for reading.

The Shadows Of Power

This blog title is a book I am reading. I am reading it to help my decision in the upcoming election. (I am voting third party, by the way) I'll also look at the music that my candidates enjoy, or better, have sponsor their attempt for Presidency. Check out this Obama site. OK... Arcade Fire back him up. Neato, I guess. Now McCain went a different route. Laugh at the video; it is from a funny man.

Well, I did it. I played in front of a crowd. I spun three records and I got many congratulations and more heads bopped during my set. I got a bar crowd to move. I was DJ Terrence Lee. The bar is a dive. People did smoke in there. But... so what? I didn't care, it didn't bother me. I'm going to do it again: Nov. 1st.

And here is a comic I found on the web. I loved this comic growing up and rejoiced when I found something new. Thanks to Bill Watterson for ten years of smiles. (Click on it to see where I got it.)

Finally

About frippin' time, huh? I am employed and placing my life on a path forward, not lateral. I'm seeing someone, too! Yeah, me. I'm not just having care/responsible free sex with random women, no. I'm putting in the effort and time to understand this women's thoughts and ideas.

So with all this good ying,

I gotta take and get the yang

with my insulin pump breaking. I get a replacement in about five hours from UPS, but it was a strange night and afternoon without that tiny machine feeding me the juice I so need. I don't miss the hourly injections, no. I don't miss them, Mr. Lee I am.

Okay

I have this much money:

But, so what. I quit my job and have been feeling quite well about doing so. I have the same amount of kids as I do money, so it doesn't worry me too, too much. I'll be alright and I will bounce back for certain, but in the meantime, if you want to drive by and throw pennies directly at my face, I'll be smiling and accepting of what strikes my face.

If you want to cry, then hear this Verve song: Bitter Sweet Symphony or maybe this band that was Warsaw, that became Joy Division and now calls themselves New Order with their song Love Will Tear Us Apart.

Or just click your favorites button and go somewhere else.

T

April Fools

I finagled not being fired with dumb luck today. My trainer gave her two week notice, once again saving my hide from unemployment. What a doll she is. I feel guilty for littering her cubicle with 120 balloons, now. Classic on both ends: I luck out and I feel guilty for wrongdoing the being which provided the luck. A conundrum that is hording my sleep tonight.

I also made a complete and total ass of myself at the Rapids game on Saturday. Absolute, unbiased, without a doubt, ass! Gander at these photos.

Before

After

Now... Take and enjoy the finite expressions I display. In the former photo, I am cool-as-a- cucumber. My trophy of a just shotgunned Miller Lite held with assured and resounding confidence in my hand. The casual and slight lean suggest a demeanor that resonates a suave attitude accompanied with my dashing looks and perfect wind blown epidermis demand and gather respect. The latter photo burns all of that right to the ground, ablaze with no shortage of loser qualities. I love the crooked hand. Weak amd wimpy enough to bend with a serious attempt to ward off any masculinity. "That twelve ouncer' is going to kill me", my gimp wrist whimpers. I wish my pinkie would jut out. That would sanctify a self ass-whooping righteously deserved. The smile suggests no less than complete drool on any ones shoulder, car seat, bedspread, futon. I feel like Zelda from Pet Sematary (Below). She and I have pretty, pretty hair.

It's a Rainy Day, Sunshine Girl

My mind is wasted, wasted on a dream.

-Urge Overkill


It has come to my attention (my attention that is slow and quite shallow, correct) that I am the weird friend. I am unreliable and stupid, yes; alas, I yearn to create things of beauty and stories overwhelmed in rich lexicon and dynamic nuances that readers and critics strive. Truth told, I will luck out with a “nice try” and “do you have any stories that contain superheroes?” Ha.

I love it when things happen.

Thirty-Three

I'm thirty-three today, yippee. That's all I got to say. Happy Birthday to me. Bring the Gold by Brad Neely.

Cinematic Mediocrity

It Takes Two. No, not the wonderful song (Right-click, open with, save as, copy, paste, steal, rip)by Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock, I'm speaking of the 1988 classic movie, It Takes Two. It has wonderful hints of The Wizard of Oz underlying the plot, and some great one-liners "You can't really destroy anything; just rearrange it". Classic. It also had a pre GTA game in it, where the main character just drives in a car and runs over people.

Well, now I gotta, gotta get some of that sleep. I'll just lie here and pretend to. Then the sun'll come up. Oh yeah, today is an extra day. If it was my birthday, I could get free pizza at Chuck E. Cheese, yes?

Later.

Best

I don't hear too, too much much about this band in everyday conversation. I always, always liked this song and I love the album it came from- George Best. This is one of those albums that I wish I had awaited purchase of, because now it is released with additional songs that I don't know if I must have. Anyway, this song (R-click) "Don't Laugh" is a gem and deserves the name of this football legend.


My soccer season starts March 3rd. I have players from Kazakhstan, Korea, England, Illinois, Ghana, Colorado and all of the Benetton colors available. It will be perfection. Like Mouse on Mars- Saturday Night (Crack Mix) Click it right and save it left.

You're Gonna Lose

Now, I'm not talking bad about you, no. I'm just begging you to give me a subscription to The Journal of Popular Noise. I'll go meek and say, "Lord, I'm talking to you." Hint, hint... I'm waiting... waiting... well... nothing. I tried in the super/un/psudonatural anyway and came up a tad short! Well, I shall punish my ears with the Kings of Convience and their eerie sounding song, Failure (R-click, save as, open with, blah-bliddy-blah). They look like nerds, but they don't sound like them. And they are coming. Well not to Colorado, but the PRB on the 14th of March. And speaking of coming...

DeVotchKa are coming, DeVotchKa are coming! And for free. Appearing for nothing at Twist and Shout on March 18th. I'll be thirty-three and one day as old, as well. Yippee for me who made too much to claim Earned Income Credits, but not enough to warrant a refund. Har, har.


The Soft Boys being bit and nibbled on by N.E.R.D, "no way" I thought. But this video makes me scritchy-scratch my head.


And I hate Jason Lee, but I love his girl. Jerk.

Yawn....

I always liked this song (Right-click and "save as"). It rocks with just enough force to reckon that of... say... this song (Right-click again), just not as scary. I mean ghosts are a scary subject, but getting killed always out frightens imaginary things, for me anyway.

What really keeps me up late in the night are statements from Karl Sabbagh. He said, "Our brains may never be well enough equipped to understand the universe, and we are fooling ourselves if we think they will.

Now, this man wrote about the Riemann Hypothesis, and I cannot begin to scratch the surface of its intent, nor dumb it down enough to satisfy my weak realm of knowledge. But my futile mind can accept and respect the idea that humans may not understand the universe. I understand that the more I learn, the less I know, but that is a cliché phrase and just cements Mr. Sabbagh's suggestion of how (in)capable our minds are. It's like Franz Ferdinand covering (you know the drill, right-click...) LCD Soundsystem, it should not be, but it does sound nice.

I guess I'm just suffering from the Lewis Thomas Syndrome, which I read about in an Outland cartoon. Sad, huh?

Grievance

I'm filing a grievance on this fucking insomnia. I can't keep checking out sites like this all night, no. I need some sleep. I need to search for sleep techniques, or to cut back my caffeine intake. There must be a way to induce disambiguation with no effort or serious thought, right? I mean, I can't fall asleep to Guy Chadwick's (What a terrible and minuscule description)You've Really Got A Hold On Me or Screaming Trees Grey Diamond Desert, nope. Maybe it was my dinner of a salad with Greek dressing, that contained a copious amount of pepper that sucked the moisture out from the pepperchinis I had to accent my somewhat healthy meal, sure. I mean, what is life with not but a cool, cool image as this? Alas, thank jeebus for this.... "Suck, suck, suck" Yay!

This what I look like currently

Random

Been a long time, just thought this was funny.

And since my life is dull, I'll post random things from here on out. Like this cool/rare comic from Bill Watterson:

Or this comic too:

My Review of Shure N70EJ Replacement Phono Cartridge Stylus

Originally submitted at Radio Shack

This Shure N70EJ replacement stylus will restore your phono cartridge to its originally specified performance levels.

Shure N70EJ Replacement Phono Cartridge Stylus

I will buy this product again

By Terrence from Denver, CO on 1/3/2008

 

4out of 5

Pros: Great Sound

Best Uses: Basic Systems

Describe Yourself: Musically Inclined, Practical

This is a replacement stylus for the M72EJ cartridge, or has it says, the M70EJ cartridge. Heavy bass, all-right sound.

(legalese)

Huh? There's something about Mary?

As of 12/20/2007 3:57:15 AM EST: I am 32 years old. I am 393 months old. I am 1,709 weeks old. I am 11,966 days old. I am 287,187 hours old. I am 17,231,277 minutes old. I am 1,033,876,635 seconds old... and yet... I am nothing else.

I have watched and read this movie and book, but not in that order. It is not like I am too, too cool and above and beyond everyone else, no. It's because a Perry Weissman (yeah, they named a shitty jazz band after he) made me "watch and read" (thanks dick)for expository writing in high school. I failed the class miserably yet learned so much that my quaint and remorse writing style is a casuistic reflection of him.

Yusaf Islam/Cat Stevens wrote the soundtrack, or better, he allowed music from Tea for the Tillerman to be used in the movie. I fucking hate that fact. I hate Cat's ideas: (sorry. I'd normally link the article, but the NY Times wants you to register, which you can, and read the article there, or just skim down here)

Cat Stevens Gives Support To Call for Death of Rushdie
By CRAIG R. WHITNEY
LONDON, May 22 -- The musician known as Cat Stevens said in a British television program to be broadcast next week that rather than go to a demonstration to burn an effigy of the author Salman Rushdie, ''I would have hoped that it'd be the real thing.''
The singer, who adopted the name Yusuf Islam when he converted to Islam, made the remark during a panel discussion of British reactions to Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini's call for Mr. Rushdie to be killed for allegedly blaspheming Islam in his best-selling novel ''The Satanic Verses.'' He also said that if Mr. Rushdie turned up at his doorstep looking for help, ''I might ring somebody who might do more damage to him than he would like.''
''I'd try to phone the Ayatollah Khomeini and tell him exactly where this man is,'' said Mr. Islam, who watched a preview of the program today and said in an interview that he stood by his comments.
The statements by Mr. Islam and several other participants in the discussion demonstrate how divided British liberal intellectuals remain over the affair. British writers and publishers have signed petitions backing Mr. Rushdie's freedom to write what he wishes, but there have been no public readings of his works. 'Not a Pacifist Religion'
Several of the participants defended Mr. Rushdie. The writer Fay Weldon, for example, said, ''Burn the book today, kill the writer tomorrow.'' She said she was offended by Mr. Islam's remarks, which she said incited people to violence.
Also on the show was Dr. Kalim Siddiqui, director of the Muslim Institute in London and one of the organizers of a nationwide demonstration against ''Satanic Verses'' that is scheduled for Hyde Park on Saturday. He said: ''I wouldn't kill him, but I'm sure that there are very many people in this country prepared at the moment. If they could lay their hands on Rushdie, he would be dead.
''As a British citizen, I have a duty, if you like, a social contract with the British state, not to break British law. We are not a pacifist religion. We don't turn the other cheek. We hit back.''
A British bookseller, Tim Waterstone, chairman of the chain bearing his name, said that intimidation by opponents of the book ''at the end of the day probably will work.''
''I don't want to see my staff in peril of their life and health,'' he said, ''and I don't want to see my customers in peril.''
And the Bishop of Manchester in the Church of England, the Rev. Stanley Booth-Clibborn, said the British blasphemy law is indefensible because it protects only the established Christian church. Other clerics have suggested that the law be extended to other faiths so Muslim objectors could stop offensive books through court order. Government Defenders
In the end, Mr. Rushdie's most stalwart protectors have been those he often said he most dislikes - Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher's Government, which has given him police protection at a secret location since the Ayatollah's death threat last February. Iran broke diplomatic relations over the affair, and though Foreign Secretary Sir Geoffrey Howe expressed distaste for the book, he defended Mr. Rushdie's right under British law and custom to write it.
Muslims in Britain have been divided by the affair. They demonstrated against the book in several cities late last year, but they say British news organizations began paying attention to their objections only after the book was publicly burned. Dr. Siddiqui said book-burning was not on the program for Saturday's demonstration.
He and other Muslims who participated in the 53-minute courtroom-style program, ''A Satanic Scenario,'' to be broadcast on Britain's Independent Television Network next Tuesday night, objected to cuts in the three-hour taping session, held April 15, that omitted the Muslim justification for punishment of blasphemy.

What a dick, huh? "If you want to speak out, speak out. If you want to be free, be free." Not against his ideas, though. Such is life. But I'm like him— Just a bitter person. You know that I am.

134,564 People

Interesting, I guess. ↑

I have been a busy, busy man: Trying to vide for time and space, beginning to move to more affordable accommodations, all the while keeping my head above water and into soccer.

I save money with music by using this little code:
intitle:"index.of"(mp3mp4avi)
I place it inside the Google engine. It works, and it works well. You like The Aliens? Well type "the.aliens" after …of” and you can have their whole album free. Then, if you do like the music, go and see them live, because that is where bands make proper income. It is unfair to the industry, but so what. I never did go see Warner Bros. live. Or the Sire tour, or Interscopeapalooza, no. Of course, the Sire record tour would be kick-ass, it just won't happen and my feeble brain can not create a false-enough reality to conjure up such an event.

The Aliens

Sorry my two readers. I have been working my butt off, trying to flirt with the 8-1 ratio of women at work (how can so many women already be married or have a boyfriend?) and shaping up my life. I do work on the side for my friend Amber and her company. I don't do much really, but again I try and flirt with as many women as possible (again, how can every women have a boyfriend or husband? This is a prime location, correct?). I'll just keep on, keepin' on. She invited me to the Taste of Colorado, which was more like Terrence and Amber Getting Drunk at the Taste of Colorado. We consumed about fifty-six beers in three days. I took an empty suitcase to Argonaut on Sat. and dragged thirty-six beers to our booth, bribed a vendor for $3 of ice, and cooled off with lukecold Pabst in travel coffee mugs. We got to view Night Ranger (the drummer is the one that sings "Sister Christian". I was sitting there thinking shenanigans, until my hazy eyes fixed on the drummer mouthing the words I heard) and Survivor while sucking down the blue ribbon delight of Pabst and lighting lighters. It was awesome.


In sadder news, one of my friends passed away. Peter Tai Baumann crashed his semi-truck on I-70 and died in the accident. I remember seeing the crash on the news and not thinking I knew the driver. Pete was a founder of my team, DFA, and we will be wearing armbands and having a moment to remember him during our first game on Sunday the 16th.


During Rapids games, Dicks Sporting Goods Stadium plays Sandstorm for the warm up. I am going to have a drink for my friend Pete during this song on Sunday. I'll blame the awful tasting beer on any fluid that may come out of my face.

RIP Pete

Crazy Logic

Terrence, you are goofy!

Heya!

I've been working my butt off, and am loving it. I even volunteered for the Broncos Blood Drive For Life. Me, volunteer, are you kidding? Nope, I did it. I am even going to donate blood on Sept. 14th for my first time. Cool, huh? I am so excited, I made a silly video for YouTube. Here is the link.
I also got to meet all of the Colorado Rapids players and have lunch with them. I got my three favorite players and the coach to sign my shirt! I'll post the photo's as soon as I get 'em.

Finally...

It is about time I got a job: I found out that I was getting bad references, that previous managers couldn't remember my employment, that my petty misdemeanor is not petty to some, and that my credit has been checked thirty-seven times since October. This was a struggle that took its toll on my body and landed me in the hospital after the paramedics visited my apartment twice in less than twenty-four hours. The second time having them hog-tie me down to the ground, so I would not injure them or myself, after breaking through my screen- door to give me 1200 grams of glucose (This amount is phenomenal. This is how much sugar you should only consume during an entire month).
In the emergency room, I waited four hours for the doctor's to tell me, "If you don't know what happened, we don't know what happened". But I had my iPod and this is what I heard...

1. "Choking Tara (Creamy Version)"- Guided By Voices. I don't own too many GBV albums, okay none at all, but I know that they are important in Indie Rock history (look, they are the first band mentioned in the U.S. lo-fi movement of the nineties) and this is a fine single for listening to in E.R's.


2. "Speak Low"- Charlie Haden. This is from the soundtrack to September Songs, the movie about Kurt Weill, you know, the guy that wrote "Whisky Bar", that The Doors covered? It is a slow song, and I don't speak German, so the lyrics are lost on my ignorant brain. I haven't seen this movie, and I don't know anybody who has.


3. "Dig It A Hole"- U-Men. Again with the soundtracks. This too is from a movie, Hype!, I haven't seen. Quick punk song.


4. "Radio 1"- Air. I actually own this album on vinyl, but got this version from CMJ. This is my favorite album by Air, and everyone else's least favorite. People are fucking stupid, this is a perfect album.


5. "Can't Fight It"- Bob Mould. This is from the No Alternative album for Aids research. I'll be honest and say I like him better with Husker Du, but people can change without my permission.


6. "Has It Come To This?"- The Streets. Mike Skinner makes me want to rap. It is all slang with a a repetitious beat that works on every level. I still think Grime is a silly word, but so was Grunge, right?


7. "Let Me Put It Next To You"- The Soft Boys. I finally smiled when this song came on. I love this group, their albums, their songs, and this was when I felt better about my situation. I just put it in the perspective that I don't have cancer, or that I still have a roof over my head, that I own an iPod...


8. "Hold Onto The Rail"- The Clean. I hate that iTunes places the wrong album art when these song play, but this is an album that I would place in my top fifty, no, twenty... hell, my top ten favorite albums. Go buy The Clean's Compilation. You will be complete after that.


9. "All Or Nothing"- The Small Faces. Where were you when this song was made? I was an itch in my Daddy's pants... sorry. This is a ballad type of lyric that I find myself promising women too, but never fulfilling what I say.


10. "Twist"- Goldfrapp. Alsion Goldfrapp would make me sing the previous song's words without fail. Look at her!

All right, that is all I have to write about. I did listen to "Green Onion's" by Booker T, and this song reminds me of Joe Valentino, because he told me about them opening up for Neil Young and then being Neil's backing band, as well.

Oh, yeah. I got my job at Bonfils Blood Center.