Pod Casts

Someday I want to cast some of my favorite seed pods.

In silver.
Bronze.
Not gold,
but maybe iron...
or steel.
Even plastic...
or rubber.
That would be cool.

Dan's Metal Memory of the Month: 3/07

Either Geoff Tate and the boys of Queensryche watched too much early Judas Priest videos or not enough Spinal Tap in their formative years as a metal band. I'm not even sure I remember this tremendous music video, Queen of the Reich, from 1983, but it's a prime example of the band's first incarnation as a full-on fantasy enterprise. In five years, QR would find their true identity as the "concept metal" band of the '80s with Operation: Mindcrime - heavy metal's answer to Pink Floyd's The Wall. Drenched with a grab-bag of bizarre shock imagery (sexy Catholic nuns) and generic anti-establishment themes ("Got no love for politicians or that crazy scene in DC, it's just a power-mad town!"), Mindcrime gave the band its fans. Later, singer Geoff Tate developed a unique coiffure - a cross between Silvio Dante's doo and a bad Midwestern mullet - and the band's themes evolved from silly to creepy. On the road to obscurity and debt, QR recently attempted to revive their status with the release of Operation: Mindcrime II, a non-awaited sequel to the original. (They did manage to rope Ronnie James into playing the role of Dr. X though... that was a savvy business move.) I must admit though, despite one of the most tragically lame acting attempts in music video history, Tate maintains one of metal's finest voices, in line with Dio, Dickinson and Halford.

Ani-Mystic Case Study #5 and #6

Nick-Name: SWANGSTU
Primary Animal: MUSK OX
Traits: Muskoxen are native to the Arctic areas of Canada, Greenland and Alaska. It is thought that the muskox was able to survive the last Ice Age (Wisconsin glaciation) by finding ice free areas away from prehistoric peoples. The Norwegian municipality of Dovre has a muskox in its coat-of-arms.
Secondary Critter: MOUNTAIN GORILLA

Nick-Name: BUDDY / CECIL
Primary Animal: SPIDER MONKEY
Traits: Disproportionately long, spindly limbs inspired this monkey's common name. Males tend to stick together for their whole life. Grooming is not as important to social interaction, due perhaps to a lack of thumbs. On the surface, the Spider Monkey appears simply goofy, but is, in fact, full of wisdom.
Secondary Critter: RIVER OTTER

Kenny Dangerous Takes Gotham

In the flurry of vacation activity, my eldest nephew graced us with his first visit to Brooklyn! Armed with borrowed scarf and gloves (he's from Maine but ain't used to walking in the freezing cold - they have cars up there), we headed out...

Kenny D had a busy weekend: First, we got all the trivial tourist sites out of the way, including Lady Liberty via the free Staten Island Ferry and the view from atop Kong's perch.

Then, the cultural experiment began: The spicy Indian food at Haveli's was good but set fire to the tender New Englander's mild palette. (But he polished off that whole plate!)

The next morning, he tried his first vegetarian dim sum brunch in Chinatown. He sampled all items and liked most of it, despite the lack of a fork (no joke - that stuff can be slippery).

Kenny took in some theatre and eyed some of Stinky Town's most impressive loot: Big collections - like the AMNH. And smaller ones - like the Musee de Pacque-Ratt in our humble apartment. Of all the family clan that we've successfully lured down to Stinky Town, I think Kenny will be the first to return (plus, ODA and I promised him a ride on the Cyclone this summer)!

Escape From New York!

What better way to take advantage of a couple weeks of winter unemployment than head West? ODA and I landed in the Bay Area and began our mini-adventure by visiting our familiar haunts as well as discovering some new spots...

First stop, Ray Bandar's homespun bone palace. This gentle giant has amassed more than 6,000 skulls of marine mammals and other critters since he was a boy. His basement is a museum of carefully cataloged specimens spanning more than 65 years of collecting!

Next, we visit old pal Subburdenite at her big kitty house-sitting gig in the Mission. These stunning Savannah cats, Bo-Bo in particular, run this place - roaring like dwarfed leopards, leaping across furniture, pouncing on unsuspecting beagles and devouring whole chickens!

We decide to house-sit for the house-sitter and visit with one of our favorite felines: Champ. I mean, look at that face...

We take a stroll in lovely, green Golden Gate Park and it's Botanical Gardens (which are free, unlike the ones Stinky Town). On the trek, we discover the dormant powers of super-heroine, Ivy Girl!

The next day, we drove up north to our favorite spot: Point Reyes National Seashore. When we left San Francisco it was drizzly and overcast, but when reached the park the clouds cleared and the sun poked through - so we headed straight for the nearest beach on Drake's Bay! I think ODA filled an entire memory card of pix in under an hour. (Moments before, satellite radio reported it was 21 degrees back in NYC, which made the sunset stroll all the more sweet.)

Before it got dark, we checked into our little winter retreat in Inverness. We had this entire cottage to ourselves...
...complete with outdoor heated tub in the garden!

The next morning, we discovered the amazing view of Tomales Bay from the bathtub perch. (This sure beats the view we have from our Stinky Town tub, which is a windowless wall.)

At the far tip of Pt. Reyes, we visited South Beach and the Elephant Seals near Chimney Rock to the east...

...and beautiful McClure beach further north in the park's Tule Elk reserve. (This vast beach had nobody else on it. We wondered if anyone would ever find us here, living in a makeshift tent, eating beach vegetation, mingling with the hoofed natives?)

After this tour of mother nature, there was only thing to do: find a gourmet dessert shop! Luckily, we had a Yelp elite along who introduced us to Crixa Cakes in Berkeley. I had the amazingly delicious Carmella which was made up of a spongy chocolate cake, injected with caramel and vanilla cream, topped with whipped chocolate mousse! A perfect way to end a little escape from New York.

Stranded, happily!

Our week-long CA vacation has stretched into a 10-day retreat... or more. But unlike some fellow jetBlue travellers, we have no complaints. On Wednesday, when our original return flight was cancelled, weather in Stinky Town was in the teens and the snow was pounding down across the east coast. The forecast in the Bay Area was 60 degrees and partly cloudy. Today our flight was again cancelled and jetBlue informed us we were "stranded" until Saturday. Stranded? Hhhmmmm... let's see here: weather report back home says "22 feels like 8." Temperature here in San Francisco says "64 feels like 64." Back home: gray slush on sidewalk. Here: 68 species of flowers planted along sidewalk right out front. Back home: Angry commuters bundled in 3 layers of wet winter garb crowd onto subway. Here: the mellow workforce cuts out a bit early to stroll in Golden Gate Park or hike along Ocean Beach in their Ts. If this is stranded, I like it. Although we'll be back in NYC in a few days, it's almost impossible to imagine these two places existing simultaneously. I'm with ODA now and my heart aches a little at the thought of being back there in the dead of winter, or summer for that matter. It really isn't any way to live. But for now, we're stranded on the opposite side of reality... hesitantly awaiting our homeward rescue.

Dan's Metal Memory of the Month: 2/07

I hate to pile one metal entry on top of another, but it is that time of the month again. Looking back through my catalog of embarrassing hair bands, I found one of my old favorites from 1986, "Trilogy" by Yngwie Malmsteen. This music video ballad is yet another example of heavy metal musician turned fine actor. Born born Lars Johann Yngve (pronounced "ing-vay") Lannerbäck, this Swedish "shred" guitarist/composer was part of the so-called "Neo-Classical" metal genre. That is, those guys who excelled in classical music in high school but couldn't bare the thought of spending life in the orchestra pit. (Also, his middle name is Johann and his son's name is Antonio Vivaldi... get it yet?) The boy just fell in love with the hard stuff. To quote his website, "The day Jimi Hendrix died, the guitar-playing Yngwie was born". Although he's had guest vocalists on board, he's maintained the star spot in his band since its inception. While he's been nominated for a Grammy, Yngwie has always proven to be just another good 'ol drugged-up headbanger throw-back from the '80s... On tour with his 2005 release "Unleash the Fury," the young Viking chief - that's what 'Yngwie' means, apparently - passed out drunk in an airport and was roused by a woman pouring a jug of ice water on him. Enraged, he jumped up and shouted, "You've unleashed the fucking fury!" You still got it, Yngwie.