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1999

Pop Rocks

Time for me to do one of those heinous millenial lists now. Sometimes I feel that my life has been a quest for the perfect pop song (among other things). So here’s a list. If it seems a bit heavy on the 1970s and 1980s, that’s because that’s when I did the most looking.

Keep in mind that these are not necessarily my all-time favorite songs and arists of all time. They’re just a bunch of really bitchin’ up-tempo, often over-produced pop songs. Whiny love ballads and metal masterpieces don’t count. The songs are also in no particular order other than alphabetical, except as categorized.

Let’s just say they’d make an amazing tape or CD compilation. Call ’em lightweight, if you will. I don’t care…

The Winner:

  • “Starry Eyes” – The Records

The Runners-Up:

  • “Glass Onion” – Beatles
  • “You Say You Don’t Love Me” – Buzzcocks
  • “Downtown” – Petulia Clark
  • “Boys Don’t Cry’ – The Cure
  • “Every Word Means No” – Lets Active
  • “Georgy Girl” – The New Seekers
  • “Cruel to Be Kind” – Nick Lowe
  • “Driver’s Seat” – Sniff & the Tears
  • “New Romance” – Spider
  • “I Only Want to Be with You” – Dusty Springfield
  • “Pulling Mussels from a Shell” – Squeeze
  • “Incense and Peppermints” – Strawberry Alarm Clock

The Rest:

  • “I Beg Your Pardon” – Lynn Anderson
  • “Hello Dolly” – Louis Armstrong
  • “Every Time I Think of You” – The Babys
  • “Saturday Night” – Bay City Rollers
  • “Norwegian Wood” – Beatles
  • “One Way or Another” – Blondie
  • “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” – Blue Oyster Cult
  • “There’s No Other Way” -Blur
  • “Take Five” – Dave Brubeck
  • “What Do I Get” – Buzzcocks
  • “Fame” – Irene Cara
  • “Just What I Needed” – Cars
  • “Ring of Fire” – Johnny Cash
  • “Seven Year Ache” – Rosanne Cash
  • “Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves” – Cher
  • “Street Life” – Crusaders
  • The Love Cats” – The Cure
  • “Happenstance” The dB’s
  • “Mack the Knife” – Bobby Darin
  • “Punk Rock Girl” – Dead Milkmen
  • “Sausalito Summer Night” – Diesel
  • “Europa and the Pirate Twins” – Thomas Dolby
  • “Hello, I Love You” – Doors
  • “Girls on Film” – Duran Duran
  • “Morning Train (Nine to Five)” – Sheena Easton
  • “Stand or Fall” – The Fixx
  • “Hey Saint Peter” – Flash and the Pan
  • “New York Groove” – Ace Frehley
  • “One Last Kiss” – J. Geils
  • “Somebody’s Knockin'” – Terry Gibbs
  • “Our Lips Are Sealed” – Go-go’s
  • “Hold On” – Ian Gomm
  • “Live for Today” – Grass Roots
  • “Midnight Confessions” – Grass Roots
  • “Let Me Go” – Heaven 17
  • “Don’t You Want Me” – Human League
  • “Things that Dreams Are Made of” – Human League
  • “Whisper to a Scream” – Icicle Works
  • “You’re One” – Imperial Teen
  • “I Want you Back” – Jackson 5
  • “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” – Elton John/Kiki Dee
  • “Wives and Lovers” – Jack Jones
  • “The Break-up Song” – Greg Kihn
  • “Detachable Penis” – King Missile
  • “Good Girls Don’t” – The Knack
  • “Lotta Love” – Nicolette Larson
  • “Room with a View” – Lets Active
  • “Funkytown” – Lipps Inc.
  • “Ways to Be Wicked” – Lone Justice
  • “Summer in the City” – Lovin’ Spoonful
  • “One’s on the Way” – Loretta Lynn
  • “Into the Groove” – Madonna
  • “Cliche” – Male Model
  • “Gemini Dream” – Moody Blues
  • “Right Back Where We Started From” – Maxine Nightingale
  • “Everybody’s Talkin'” – Harry Nilsson
  • “Flash Light” – Parliament
  • “I Wanna Be Your Lover” – Prince
  • “Wolves Lower” – REM
  • “Send Me an Angel” – Real Life
  • “Talking in Your Sleep” – Romantics
  • “Neck on Up” – Todd Rundgren/Utopia
  • “Set Me Free” – Todd Rundgren/Utopia
  • “My Ex” – Sex Execs
  • “Homosapien” – Pete Shelley
  • “Strangers in the Night” – Frank Sinatra
  • “Might as Well Be Walking on the Sun” – Smashmouth
  • “Tainted Love” – Soft Cell
  • “I Got You” – Split Enz
  • “The Fez” – Steely Dan
  • “Breakfast in America” – Supertramp
  • “The Happening” – Supremes
  • “Ballroom Blitz” – Sweet
  • “Let’s Stay Together” – Tina Turner
  • “They Don’t Know” – Tracey Ullman
  • “Cantaloop” – Us 3
  • “Gone Daddy Gone” – Violent Femmes
  • “Do You Know the Way to San Jose” – Dionne Warwick
  • “Lovely Day” – Bill Withers
  • “Change Gotta Come” – X-Teens
  • “Senses Working Overtime” – XTC
  • “Generals and Majors” – XTC
  • “For Your Love” – Yardbirds

Losing Weight

This is starting to creep me out just a little. A LOT of people (including my mom) lately have commented that I seemed to have lost a lot of weight. I figured they were just being polite. Then I went out to the corner queer bar last night and ran into a frind I hadn’t seen in a few months. He said the same thing, worrying, even, that there might be some health issue involved (the standard San Francisco reaction to weight loss).

Frankly, I think I’m as much of a lard-ass as ever, although I realized last night that I no longer own scales so I can’t really tell. God knows I still eat as horribly as ever, although I have been eating at home more lately, which does usually mean more vegetables. I haven’t been eating quite as much fast food, and I’ve just about sworn off booze. But I’m still quite sedentary, perhaps even more so than I used to be.

It’s a little difficult to figure out the truth here. Friends who see me every day or every week probably wouldn’t notice, and it’s not easy to arrange chance encounters with long-lost friends.

Now that I think about it, though, my pants aren’t feeling quite so tight today and my gut may not look quite so prominent. If I have lost a lot of weight, I’m glad, because I really needed to. But it sure would be nice to know how I did it, since I haven’t really been doing anything much differently than before. September and October were pretty rough months, though. Maybe I just sweated it off…

So now I’m contemplating losing still more weight, having a check-up (just in case), and selling my secrets to the world, as soon as I figure out what they are.

***

A little later same day. My friend Paula had the same “you’ve lost weight” opinion today as we headed for the thrift stores in Redwood City. I guess I believe it now…

29 November 1999

This Waffle House in Burlington NC may be the only one in captivity which deviates from the standard brown walls and yellow roof prototype so common in the south. But even in its deviance, it’s still a chain prototype. It used to be a Sunoco station. That said, you’re now ready to read about my trip home to North Carolina a couple of weeks back. Finally. Enjoy.

If you’re inordinantly interested in my past life, you can also check out the lost journal entries from 1988 and 1989-1992 that I found at home, while dodging raccoons and squirrel shit. They come pretty close to filling a big gap in the series. Or you could just skip ’em.

Unrelated to the above:

I seem to have developed a strange sort of Christmas fetish this year. I’ve been listening to the music and watching the assorted cartoons. I have an urge to bake. I’ve even been contemplating buying a tree. I’ve never bought a Christmas tree on my own, although I used to decorate the elephant plant when I lived in Charlotte. I don’t think Irma would let me decorate her.

Maybe it’s because I probably won’t be going home for Christmas this year until sometime in January. Maybe it’s my newfound domesticity. Or maybe it’s because this will probably be my last one in San Francisco. I don’t know. All I’m sure of is that I really want an illuminated plastic snowman.

One Little Link

Apologies to anyone who tried to hit the site but couldn’t on Monday. A strategically placed link at Suck.com resulted in a slight bandwidth catastrophe, blocking access for a good chunk of the afternoon and evening. I don’t envision a repeat performance. I appreciate the link, but jeez, you’d think they’d warn a guy…

Minneapolis and the Season

The lady from the credits on the Mary Tyler Moore Show just died. Not Mary, mind you, but the lady behind her on Nicollet Avenue when she threw her hat in the air. Why do I care? Because I have this strange connection to Minneapolis and because I’ve been on that very corner, taking pictures while someone who wasn’t Mary threw his hat too.

Minneapolis was my very first online road trip, over three years ago. I went back last year. It has even been suggested (on more than one occasion) that I should consider migrating. At times over the past few years, it has seemed like everyone I knew either lived in the Twin Cities or was from there.

But damn, does it get cold in the winter…

Speaking of strange connections, Bill tells me that North Carolina-based Krispy Kreme Doughnuts broke ground on its first Bay Area location today. It’s a good 30 miles away (in Union City) but this is a sign that there may yet be hope for this pretentious yuppie paradise. If I remember correctly, Krispy Kreme just serves plain old coffee and refers to its sizes as “large” and “small”.

First Chia sighting of the season: a commercial for the Chia Herb Garden on UPN44 airing as I type. When my ex-roomie moved out, he left me in possession of a couple of unused 1993 models. Do they keep? Would it have helped if I’d frozen them? Is there a Chia Pet website? I don’t feel like looking, but there has to be (there is).

By the way, UPN44 gets the above link as revenge against the other (unnamed) Bay Area station which didn’t give me a job a few months back and also stopped running “The Streets of San Francisco”. Damn them.

Lastly, having now rambled back toward the subject of TV, may I state how disoriented I’m going to feel tomorrow morning when all the cable channels change in San Francisco?

I’ll stop now.

The Snoopy Store

 

Photos by Sarah

I went to the Snoopy Store this weekend. Did you?

I also changed a tire on the shoulder of Highway 101 near Rohnert Park this weekend using only half a jack. Did you?

As far as I can tell, the other half of my jack is somewhere in the middle of the Mojave Desert, where I must have left it after the last time I changed a tire. I’m not sure why my tires (like many of my cars) have to die such violent deaths. I take care of them. I really do.

Anyway, the Snoopy Store was more fun. Sarah wanted to go there and I wanted to hit used bookstores in Santa Rosa and Petaluma. We both wanted junk food of a variety unavailable in San Francisco (A&W for Sarah, Foster Freeze for me). A road trip was born.

Things I hate today:

  • Donut spare tires.
  • Donut spare tires.
  • Donut spare tires.

Thing I love tonight:

  • Cinderelmo.

Pretty deep and introspective stuff for the first journal entry in a week, huh? I’ll try to do better tomorrow…

Phone Phobia


1983. Before the phone phobia hit.

I will never own a cell phone. Before I start, Let me make it clear that this is not one of those increasingly popular rants against cell phones or their users. No, this is all about me, thank you, and about the fact that I absolutely HATE talking on the phone. Why on earth would I want any gadget which might make it necessary to do so more often?

My dad hates talking on the phone too. He always has. I guess that’s where I learned it. Dad is the kind of person who, when confronted with, say, an insurance billing question, would just as soon drive to the agent’s office (even if it’s in the next town) rather than make a phone call. I don’t go quite that far, although I will go online first wherever possible.

He also has a habit of going to the next room to make calls. I used to think it was because he was self-conscious about being on the phone in front of other people (as I often am). Now I realize it probably had more to do with the hearing problems he was developing after years of managing a pre-OSHA manufacturing plant.

My distaste for the telephone no doubt increased during all those years I worked in retail and customer service jobs. Invariably, a ringing phone meant I was about to get verbally abused by some yuppie slime who seemed to be on the verge of a stroke.

Phone etiquette pet peeves:

  • People who call ME and then immediately put me on hold. I generally hang up.
  • Call waiting. Possibly the rudest technology of the past twenty years. If you want people to contact you while you’re on the phone, then get voice mail so they can leave a message, dammit.
  • Answering machines with interminably long messages.
  • Idiots who, upon hearing your voice, realize they have a wrong number and then hang up without saying anything.

I’d be quite happy to avoid phone calls from here to eternity. But I probably won’t be able to. Thanks to email, I’m at least spared a significant number, though. Email is good. Email makes me happy. Phones just make me queasy.

13 December 1999

Highlights of the weekend:

  • Dinner Friday night at Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles in Oakland, featuring some of the most amazing greens I’ve had in a long time.
  • A female bar-back at My Place.
  • A (legal) smoking area at My Place.
  • Count Chocula on sale for $1.99 at S-Mart Foods in Stockton.

Realizations this weekend:

  • I like most of the rest of Northern California a lot better than I like San Francisco these days.
  • I haven’t had sex in my house in about six months, I haven’t picked anyone up in close to two years, and I don’t particularly care.
  • They still sell Tahitian Treat, and I still like it in small doses.
  • Saturday night TV isn’t worth a shit.

Coming up this week:

  • Christmas cards. Maybe.
  • A new job. Maybe.
  • Laundry. Probably.
  • Voting for Tom Ammiano on Tuesday. Definitely.

Sorry. My mind’s not on this writing thing right now…

Peanuts

No more banner ad at the top of the page. The election is over. Things don’t look good for Tom Ammiano. I’m not surprised. Money talks, here and elsewhere, and that’s what this election was really about anyway. Kudos to San Francisco for refusing, however, to paint it in terms of race or sexuality.

Enough said about the election. I’d rather talk about the demise of “Peanuts”. It’s almost a cliche to suggest that Charlie Brown, Snoopy, et. al. were among the greatest pop culture icons of the 20th century.

I was lucky enough to be a kid when Peanuts was at the peak of its popularity and impact, in the early 1970s. My life revolved around the whole scene during elementary school. I had the lunchbox and all the books. I had the pennants hanging in my room and the pajamas and the sheets. I ate cookies made using Charlie Brown cookie cutters and cereal served in a Snoopy bowl. I still have “A Charlie Brown Christmas” and “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown” all but memorized.

Best of all, when I was 6 years old, my parents gave me a stuffed Snoopy, which was my closest friend for several years. I slept with it every night until significantly past the onset of puberty. I was an insecure kid.

I know. It all sounds like marketing, and is vaguely reminiscent of Pokemon or the Smurfs. But “Peanuts”, especially in earlier years, was a little more intelligent and uplifting than the standard kids’ crapola of the past two decades (“Animaniacs” and Elmo excepted).

It wasn’t my favorite comic strip of all time. That honor goes without hesitation to the still-brilliant “Bloom County”. To be honest, I rarely even pay attention to “Peanuts” anymore. But I’ll sort of miss having it around all the same.

Since 1984

As I was having dinner tonight, I heard a sad song from fifteen years ago. About this time in 1984, it (along with several other sad songs in an era full of them) would have had the power to make tears flow, so melancholy was my state at the time. It was messy.

But that wasn’t what I was thinking about as I ate my meal. I was wondering how I came to be sitting alone in this improbable little hoffbrau in Daly City, California, eating turkey with mashed potatoes and green beans. A strange little place, it was. A relic from the time when Daly City was populated mostly by meat-loving WASPs. I was a little baffled by my surroundings, and I realized this was the last place I would’ve expected to be fifteen years ago. I wasn’t really sad or depressed. Like I said, I was just a little baffled.

I kept listening to the song (and munching on the wilted green beans) and remembered spending a weekend crying my eyes out to the same song in an apartment in Raleigh, North Carolina, and getting completely plastered with a friend whose whereabouts I no longer know. I thought the world was ending.

Of course, it didn’t. I’d get the idea that the world was ending many more times in the coming years. Somehow, it never did. Even though things never quite worked out as I’d planned, the world never once ended, and that’s probably good thing.

I’ve bounced around from place to place to place (and lots of places in between)without any particular plan or direction. I’ve done fun stuff, stupid stuff, and just plain pointless stuff in this impromptu approximation of a life. Sometimes I wonder what a nice, orderly existence would have been like. I think about how it might have been to go directly from college into a normal job, house, and relationship. It sure would have been less stressful. But I have a sneaking suspicion it wouldn’t have been quite as much fun either.

When I used to start bawling to that song, this “normal” path was the one I was planning on, but I guess I knew it was no more likely in 1984 than it is now. But of all the places I expected to wind up, last on the list would probably have been that little dive in Daly City on a Wednesday night pondering that stupid saccharine song. A chance combination of the music and bizarre surroundings put me in a very odd mood for five minutes or so.

Such, I suppose, is the power of a song. And no, I have no intention of naming it, thank you. I’m also not admitting that the photo above is of a truck stop near Bakersfield instead of a hoffbrau in Daly City…

Coming tomorrow: the election commentary I was too pissed off to post tonight. Until then read this.