News and Special Feelings!

As some of you may be aware, my sister's cat, The Revolution, went on to his final reward two weeks ago. Cause of Death is still unknown, though we suspect it had something to do with The Man. After burying him in the back yard of a neighboring bass player at two in the morning, we thought that, perhaps, The Revolution's time was over.

But we were wrong. The spirit of The Revolution continues to thrive here in Austin, TX, as is evidenced by this afternoon's acts of civil disobedience in the form of Anarchist Soccer.

So we were playing a nice, ridiculously friendly game of soccer out in this public park. So friendly was this game that score was not kept, players switched sides depending on who had the upper hand, and everyone cheered when anybody did anything remotely competent. The sun was shining, the breezes blowing, a bunch of mexican dudes were playing baseball in the next field and shouting encouragements in Spanish, a BBQ was gearing up. All was well.

Anyway, into this eutopia of sport comes some big asshole who says he is with the parks department and we can't play on this field. So we're all "Can too!" and he's all "Can not. It tears up the grass!" and we're all, "It's a park, you fascist!" and then one of the players is like, "hey, waitasecond, aren't you my neighbor? And aren't you totally lying about being from the Parks Department?" And he was. So he left.

But then he called the fuzz on us and this little cop strolls up and points to a sign that says "No Soccer." And this other dude is all, "Yeah, I know all about that sign. It was paid for by that first dude who was totally lying." And the cop, who I think must have joined the force to bring it down from the inside, was all, "well, it just says 'no soccer' so if you want to play something else, I can't stop you." And someone says, "Yeah, let's play footsie-ball! It's just like soccer only it's called something else!" And the game continues. Of course, by this time, I am too exhausted from fighting the powers that be to keep kicking a ball around a field so Lucy and I go to get Big Gulps and sit on her porch.

Viva La Revolution!

I am in Austin and just bored enough to write in my blog but not so bored that I actually want to go out and accomplish some goals.

I have been here for a few days and it is mad terrific. I think I might be shaving years off my life, but what a way to go! It's not as warm as I had dreamed of it being (that being mad, mad warm) but it's warmer than New York -as is evidenced by the fact that I sat on the porch and read a magazine for a half-hour this afternoon.

Lucy's house is awesome and her roommates are wicked cool. We went bowling the other night at this crazy alley where you pay $10 to get in and then everything (games, shoes, beer) is just a quarter. pretty dope. I felt like a big shot buying a round for four people and spending a dollar. Needless to say, I drank everything in the building and my bowling game was not totally up to snuff, though I did get to 100 on my second game. Lucy, it turns out, is a bowling prodigy and should quit her job and go on the road and bowl for exhibitions and charities and develop her own line of bowling-related Accessories for Her.

Today's main activity was buying a pair of shoes to wear to this wildly fancy benefit dinner we are going to tonight. Lucy's old roommate works for this Mexican-Helper non-profit that has something to do with dental work and we are attending.

It's been a long time since I went to a fancy-shmancy benefit. The last one was the one I planned myself when I woke up and found that I was running the development office of an art school in Greenwich Village. Kinda like waking up married with a big tattoo on your ass. But there I was and I had to make the best of it. I think the huge benefit I planned may have broken even. Maybe. I wouldn't call it a rollicking success. But I guess you get what you pay for. I was only a temp, for godssake. And the band was T-I-T tight!

That's the news today.