Thursday, August 25, 2005

So Long Suckers

I'll be on vacation through Labor Day.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Urban Wildlife

I just noted my cat staring out the kitchen window with alert interest. I looked out the window to see a couple of raccoons make their way down the alley, doing some snooping around for food. When they got to my building's dumpster, one of the raccoons climbed up the adjoining telephone pole and hopped onto the dumpster. It then proceeded to peek under one of the dumpster top doors (they're plastic) and look for food. It didn't find any, then had a heck of time getting back down that telephone pole. It finally crawled down backwards and the pair made their way down the alley. They can move fast when they have to.

I like raccoons, they look like little burglars.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Better My Money Go to Venezuela than the Saudis

I wonder if Christian wackjob Pat Robertson prays for me. I buy my gasoline at CITGO, which is a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Venezuelan government.

Nah, he probably wants to have me killed also. Stupid fucker.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Union Yes

We here at Exiled on Main Streeet support workers and labor unions. Go AMFA mechanics! Aside from NWA management and their moms, no one in Minnesota likes "Northworst Airlines." The arrogance of their management over the years has led to this disdain.

And we feel little sympathy for the airline industry's slide since 9/11. Maybe if they had done a better job of keeping box cutters off of their flights, they wouldn't be in the tank now. Northwest Airlines and their replacement scab mechanics can go (fill in the blank) theirselves. Repeatedly.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

I Love Keith Olbermann

Last night he declared drug addict Rush Limbaugh to be today's worst person in the world.

Also, the druggie's ratings are taking a beating here in the Twin Cities.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Bob Dylan, Beer Drinker

I just finished reading Bob Dylan's Chronicles: Volume One. It's pretty interesting stuff. For being so cryptic in interviews and song, he shoots straight in his life's tale.

Some of my favorite passages were in the final chapter, where he writes about being part of the New York City folk scene in the early sixties.

The song I wrote was inspired by the fallout shelter craze that had blossomed out of the Cold War. I suppose some considered it radical to come up with a song like that, but to me it wasn't radical at all. In Northern Minnesota fallout shelters didn't catch on, had no effect whatsoever on the Iron Range. As far as communists went, there wasn't any paranoia about them. People weren't scared of them, seemed to be a big to-do over nothing. Commies were symbolic of travelers from outer space. Mine owners were more to be feared, more of an enemy, anyway.


I was fortunate enough to have the regular gig at the Gaslight and wasn't on any wild goose chase to go anywhere. I could breathe. I was free. Didn't feel constrained. Between sets I mostly hung out, drank shooters of Wild Turkey and iced Schlitz at the Kettle of Fish Tavern next door and played cards upstairs at the Gaslight. Things were working out fine.

Friday, August 12, 2005

An Open Letter from UND President Charles Kupchella

An open letter to the NCAA.

I should have pointed out earlier that UND doesn't have an American Indian mascot. They have an American Indian nickname and use an American Indian logo on their hockey uniforms.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Ban Will Mean More Money for Makers of UND Apparel

The NCAA has banned the use of American Indian mascots by sports teams during its postseason tournaments.

So when the Sioux hockey team next makes the NCAA postseason, I imagine they will be sporting a classy-looking throwback jersey that says "North Dakota" in block letters that run diagonally down the sweater. Replica throwback home white jerseys and road green jerseys available to the fans mean more green for the makers and sellers of Sioux jerseys.

As for the ban, Neil Young and Crazy Horse were unavailable for comment.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

The Truth Behind Street Accounting

Some folks are running into problems with blogging and work. I say blog away and write whatever you want. Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead. I'll start:

My office is tiny and gets too warm in the summer. I don't have enough desk space and many times end up forming piles of paperwork on the floor.

Plus my boss sleeps too much, sometimes doesn't shower until lunchtime, has been known to crack a beer or two in the afternoon, sometimes works while hung over, and interrupts work every afternoon just to watch "Pardon the Interruption." Besides not being very bright, the bastard also doesn't pay well.