yeah, right!
Sorry for the down time, folks. I recently had to change ISPs because my old one went belly up. Because of that, themuy had to be inaccessible for a little while as the DNS changes and other various switches worked their magic. You gotta love acronyms. Well, anyway, everything should be back to normal.
And, uh, Happy New Year!
The wife and I just had a pleasant christmas holiday with my parental units down in lovely Florida. Now, it’s off to DC, or the deece, for some New Years revelry. The Muy wishes everyone a wonderful holiday season.
Love,
Tim
Tim’s Wife
and the animals: Sage, Nutkin, and Charlie Ravioli
Do you think that when Perry Farrell had the brainstorm that he should start a travelling music festival that celebrated art and culture and diversity and name it Lollapalooza, that eventually it would be turned into this: Hyattpalooza?
Yeah, me neither.
Hyattpalooza. Jeez.
This is such a cool idea. High school students in Mississippi are learning how to build computers from scratch and then those computers are used in classrooms all over the state. According to the article, “By Dec. 31, every classroom in the state will have an Internet-accessible computer.” When that happens, Mississippi will be the first state who can claim that distinction.
I really hope this idea spreads.
Thanks to a post on Metafilter, I’ve been spending way too much time perusing this web site: Show and Tell Music. As the site says, it’s “sort of an orphanage for thrift store music and album cover art.” It’s plenty of fun to look around. There’s just way too much good stuff over there.
Anyway, I came across a band on that site and one of it’s members looked strangely familiar to me. I decided to research it a little further. After hours and hours of research I have come to the following conclusion: Michael Ivins from the Flaming Lips is secretly moonlighting in a band called Vince Vance. I know this is big news. If Wayne found out, he would surely be super pissed. I don’t want to get Michael in trouble, but I feel that this news is too important to keep to myself. I weighed all the pros and cons in my head, but ultimately I decided that the world deserves to know.
So, here you go, world: The Michael Ivins Mystery.
I hope Michael doesn’t hate me.
Here’s a photo of some pretty damn amusing signs that have been popping up around Atlanta:
Photo credit goes to Chris over at bitter.net. Sign credit may or may not go to R. Land.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention yesterday that the perfect music to listen to while you are cropping and color correcting photos of your friends’ new baby girl has to be track 1 from Sigur Ros’ new album (). It strikes the perfect mood. I recommend it. That is, if you find yourself cropping and color correcting photos of your friends’ new baby girl.
And for a well-written review of Sigur Ros’ recent concert in Atlanta, go here.
Yippee, another baby is here! Our good friends Jim and Ann Herndon Eskew have a bouncing baby girl. Frances Herndon Eskew was born last Saturday evening around 11pm–almost a month early! This chick is so hip, she’s already got her own logo. Anyway, without further ado…
Ladies and Gentlemen, please say hello to: Frances Herndon Eskew!
Man these British musicians are crazy. First, Posh Spice asks an English football team to change their 68 year old nickname. Well, now Bill Wyman has asked an Atlanta music writer to stop using his legal name (Bill Wyman) or at least start using a disclaimer to differentiate himself from the former Rolling Stones bassist.
Who do these people think they are? I think Bill Wyman (the journalist) has a pretty good idea. He researched that Bill Wyman (the bassist) changed his name from William George Perks to Bill Wyman in 1964–three years after Bill Wyman (the journalist) was born. He’s going to ask Bill to stop using his name. Or, at least, start using a disclaimer. His idea? “Not That” Bill Wyman.
So, I’m hanging out backstage at our show last week like a good fake rock star. There is this guy who’s job it is to sit by the back door and make sure no funny stuff goes down. We’ll just call him the back door man (BDM). He seems like a pretty cool guy.
Well, this girl comes backstage and starts to head for the little bathroom that the bands use. BDM starts saying, “hey. hey. hey! hey!” She’s not stopping. BDM was a little drunk at this point in the evening and I guess he didn’t feel like getting up, so he just continued to try to stop her verbally. “hey. hey. hey! hey!” As she’s heading into the bathroom, she turns to him and says, “It’s all good” and closes the door. This seemed to be good enough for BDM, so he just shrugs and continues to sip his beer.
So, apparently you can do anything you want as long as you say, “It’s all good.” That’s some good info to have.
I don’t think I’m coming into work tomorrow. It’s all good.