Purple Pressed Ass

A seldom-sober pseudonym takes on the totality.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Freedom's Sons

Stream my favorite Clancy Brothers record (shamefully out of print)! Or if you're short on time, just Side 2. I've got the very vinyl copy I grew up with, which made it miraculously intact through a set of twins' twin mischiefs and a basement flood to arrive in the ears and I hope memories of my own children. "Lift your glasses, friends, with mine . . ."

Friday, May 19, 2006

Two Big Ladynoses?

Deux Gros Nez is female, according to Rupert Murdoch. Had I known p'r'aps I woulda behaved more chivalrously therein. Or, of course, not.

(By the way, to the various few who've been bugging me to get with the MySpace soulsuck: I broke down after a few beers and attempted it last late night, but some glitch in it or I or both prevented me repeatedly from signing up. Thus I am desolate. Or chivalrous.)

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Good bad news

An old Seattle Central classmate (and occasional drinking buddy) of mine, Vance Wolfe, recently got fired for allowing his employees to attend Seattle's pro-immigrant march. I'm late to the details, having only heard about it today, and dig that this has been widely covered . . . but better late than red, or something, particularly if it's to give a good fellow like Vance a "goddamn right on!" or its surgical equivalent.

While there's much debate in the musty back webpages of Slog about the legitimacy of a Septieme boycott, I'm all in. First, my participation's due only to blind loyalty, not to any broader consideration. (And on this note: Mr. Wolfe is not merely a former restaurant manager, but a novelist and holder of a philosophy degree--and afficionado of Serge Gainsbourg. Add 'em up and boycott!) Second, I absolutely never go there in the first place, making such an "action" more than convenient.