Who likes to rock the party?

Im having a party this coming Friday (6/27) and I'm putting together an Ipod mix to "get the party started"; if you will. I have the music, and access to whatever I want, but I thought I'd look for suggestions from the readers (all 4 of you).

Any jams I absolutely MUST have on the mix?

...oh, its a mustachio bashio if that figures into your equation.

Getting Grown Up

Walking through a haze of hippies, hemp and headshops at the Haight Street Fair; through drum circles, teenage runaways and generic fair booths with pamphlets about sustainability and shit, I managed to do the least expected thing I could possibly think of.
I registered to vote. For the first time. Much to the surprise of the woman asking people to register, apparently. Asking me not once but, twice, "are you sure you're not registered?"
Yes folks, thats right, despite seeming like a person who cares about things - I have never really cared that much about politics to register. Ohhh Ive had plenty of excuses: I don't know where to register? I don't know which county I should register in. I don't make enough money for it to matter. I don't care to vote for a douchebag OR turd sandwich...Like any other 18-25 yr old, I have been full of excuses, and really, full of shit.
Well, despite where you think this blog post may be going, I'm still kinda full of shit, and proving it by BARELY doing what's necessary to be an adult. Case in point, not registering till age 26, and as of the publication of this post - without a drivers license.
Now, I can point to a few things on the floating list of life experiences that would lead one to believe there are some adult-like qualities represented. But seriously, wtf does it mean to be an adult? The government says, reaching the age of 18. Mother nature says, able to make babies. I'm starting to come to the conclusion that the actual qualifier for adulthood is the ability to rationalize kow-towing to the institution for some marginal gain.
Before you begin formulating your "here's why youre wrong/why your logic is flawed" comment to muddle up this little online thought bubble of mine, keep in mind I just spent $20 on a sandwich at lunch and got charged $3.00 for a drink refill...feelin' pretty adult-like.

Best of Ryan Rowe aka Screw Yelp v2.5

Blondies Bar & No Grill
http://blondiesbar.com/
Categories: Dance Clubs, Bars
Neighborhood: Mission

Oh Blondie's, please give me a real reason to go.

You have a moderately amusing slogan..."Bar and No Grill"...worth a half-chuckle.
You specialize in Martini's, which, I suppose is your one highlight. But really, is it worth being surrounded by awkwardness?

Not that im some superman, savior to all women, but I feel like Im always having to save some girl-friend from some random clown hitting on her.
Not to mention, whoever planned the layout of this bar either didn't know what they were doing, or just didn't care. It's like 3 or 4 half-assed ideas thrown together.

Pick up a bottle of E&J Brandy with some friends and post up in an alley...Youll have a better time.

09/06/2007

Birthday Post

It's my Birthday. It's the anniversary of the day I was born. I don't feel special. Nothing of significant importance happened from yesterday to today. I mean, I aged 1/365.25th yesterday, but nothing magical happened at 11:59:59.
Despite my love for the Birthday party when I was younger; cake, ice cream, present's, pinata's and all, I really don't think its appropriate these days...or appropriate for me at least. Even further, I'm DEFINITELY not one those Celebrate-your-damn-birthday-for-six-weeks-straight -even-though-I-know-at-least-two-people-who've-had-Birthdays-in-between...type people.
So world, June 10th is just like any other day for me...except more people tell me to have a great day than usual, which is good I guess...manners are nice and I like a positive attitude.
Birthday or not, I do what I want. If I want a nice dinner, I eat one. If I want to get tanked, I do that. Show up to work an hour late and unshaven...done. Yeah I still have to go to work, but you know what, I've been eyeing that pair of Dunks for a few weeks now and my apartment in the trendy Lower-Haight ain't gonna pay for itself.
So its my birthday, I'm going to do what I feel like, and tomorrow, wake up and do the same. Although this attitude may come off a little poor me'ish or like a passive aggressive cry for attention, seriously, If you do what you want...everyday feels like your birthday.
Kinda reminds me of a Bad Religion song called "Hooray For Me"
"can you imagine, for a second, doing anything
just 'cuz you want to? well, that's just what I do
so hooray for me (and fuck you!)"


So tonight, Im gonna eat me some Brazilian BBQ, go to a punk rock bar and do exactly what I feel like.
Happy Birthday Me!

Something Nice

Everyday; war, crime and curuptness are sensationalized by 24-hour news while reality show trainwrecks run in syndication. Bill O'Reilly, Glenn Beck and Nancy Grace's soul-less shells eschew hate and propaganda under the guise of "news." Racism, stereotyping and bigotry have their own channel on cable and Hollywood socialite sextape-puppets are worshiped on primetime and checkout line rags. Junk media are absorbed and recycled into watercooler talk and Jay Leno monologues. It's sick.

But every once in a while, something manages to float its way to the top in your daily binge of information slop that isn't completely self-serving or agenda driven. That doesn't perpetuate hate, intolerance and fear. That doesn't tongue the celebrity coochie, and really, just doesn't suck.

Enjoy this, from the Media Curmudgeon on June 1st, a recent favorite piece of writing:

Article Here

"Late at night, the marine layer creeps back in. KNBR’s warbling signal slices through the fog, soaring across the stands of Eucalyptus trees up on the Nipomo Mesa just south of Pismo Beach.

The game is over. Jon Miller has told us another story. Somehow, despite the orchestrated efforts of Major League Baseball, we have been able to wander, once again, back into our necessary past."--Paul Talbot (guest blogger), Media Curmudgeon