Archive for April, 2009

Manly Things Done in Manly Ways… Manly

The fog swirls around the plane, lights aglow in the night, as Humphrey Bogart looks deep into Ingrid Bergman’s watery eyes and says, “They can’t all be punks, baby.”
At one point in time, I envisioned a future where all of my friends were just like me: we liked the same bands, wore the same clothes, [...]

Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock ‘n Roll High School

The straps dug into my back, I’d imagined that they were making these ruts in the bones of my shoulders… damaging my collar bone and forever more I’d be able to feel these three inch wide divots.  Trying to get back to my locker more than twice a day was problematic: the halls of my [...]

Piece of Past Caught In My Throat

The mountains unfold before me in a haze of purple and green as the golden rays of a low hanging evening sun illuminate pollen rising up from the flowers in the fields: red, yellow, blue bells, and orange indian paintbrush.  My legs, sore from a day of riding and covered in dust and a little [...]

You and Your Hang Ups

In the early nineties, there was a thriving punk and hardcore scene in the East Bay area (northeast of San Francisco).  Bands from across the bay, as well as more local acts played the venue at 924 Gilman St, which would become a legendary punk venue over time.  The echoes of these bands still are [...]

Choosy Mom’s Chose Life

Br-r-r-r-r-rap!
They’ll cry out that “loud pipes save lives”, but the dentist/rebel/S&M/leather daddy who passed me this morning certainly won’t find a friend in me… true, I can look past some of the sillier/uglier/lamer aspects of “biker” culture (I appreciate the subdued, subtle style of a good hot rod flame headsweat/thong/colostomy bag as much as the [...]

White White Walls and Hospitals

Rough, weather beaten asphalt, no longer the dark inky black of its youth, but a gray, inconsistent texture: broken bits make the bike shake as I roll over it. The summer heat pours off of the road and the sun beats down, reddening my glistening, skin. Pale flesh exposed to the sky for [...]

Look At Me And Other Stories

This thought actually came to me when I was debating on driving my car downtown and paying for parking.  I had an extra-early Friday morning meeting, a far too late last night, and a few too many Appletini’s and was not feeling well.  Oh and I was late.  So as I stepped into the AM, [...]

In My Chamber Napping

It was with some resignation that I found myself journeying out north of Leeds.  I hadn’t envisioned my life taking such a turn.  Why it was only last year when I found myself teaching at the Royal College of Surgeons in Oxford.  Hadn’t I put in enough time, barking instructions to ill equipped young men, [...]

It Would Be So Much Easier If I Drove

There is this feeling in the air, just after a heavy mid-afternoon thunderstorm, when the street is still glistening and the air smells clean and moist, the sky is still the color of slate and the grass and foliage seems to not only be green, but also fresh and more vibrant.  Fingers of light begin [...]

Fighter of the Dayman

I’m not big on posting events, I’m more about somewhat vain and somewhat banal ranting, but my good friends Eric and Ben of To Be Eaten are going to rock the tacky out of Hot Topic in the Denver Pavillions on Saturday night.  If you want some good, old fashioned hardcore influenced metal, come on [...]