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The world is overrun by animals, great and small, fanged and feathered, all eating each other in perfect harmony. Man is the party pooper. He'll eat pig and pretend it's pork. He'll devour a chicken but not a kitten, a turkey but not a Turk... it's sneaky, symbolic, unappetizing, ego-supportive, duty to God and country- never with a good pot roast in mind. No cheerful, honest cannibalism. Alas, alas. --TR
Jun. 30th, 2009 @ 12:04 pm That's what the Tyrant said!
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: COC-- Wiseblood
The one certain thing that putting in your two weeks does is make the following two weeks turn to a thick, molassas-like substance. Didn't one of the big four Einstein papers address this phenomenon? Hawking speculated about it-- as the viewer approaches the Event Horizon of a black hole, we know that light is pulled in, so one may hypothesize that time warps and takes on an irregular consistancy. Well, same shit is true for a job. Time becomes gooey, and when you wash your hands, you have to lather extra hard. You have to trim your fingernails super short. You sweat imaptience. The resulting animosity gets into your pores, and even with a good shower at the end of the day you can bank on the fact that your skin will break out by tomorrow. I have become a physical presonification of my anxious readiness.

I'm reading Bill Bryson, an Iowan who transplanted very early in life to England. In his midlife crisis, shortly after his father's death, he returns to the Midwest to, more or less, persue his fate. He chooses to road trip through 38 states, passing through Small Town America. I haven't gotten to the end yet, but he's realizing that Fate, Purpose, or even general Direction do not live in Small Town America. The book is called the Lost Continent, and was given to me by my girlfriend's father, another Iowan. I was surprised to read Bryson's vulgar synopsis of the places he goes, most of all his own family's state. I'm surprised my girlfriend's father likes books that call him a "shit-kicking moron."

The Goose Island Bourbon County Stout ran my face into the ground this afternoon. I had so much planned for my day off, and napping was simply not on the agenda. The Stout said otherwise.
Jun. 27th, 2009 @ 08:09 pm Tyranny Happens
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Myst Soundtrack
"I just have never lived in a world where Michael Jackson wasn't alive. And I'm not sure I know how."
--My girlfriend. Dead serious
Jun. 23rd, 2009 @ 07:21 pm Tyranny never looked this good
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Zao- Awake?

The industry, I've learned, is a whole lot more tightly knit than I anticipated. Within 24 hours of me getting the job, people in four breweries knew about it. At least two people sprang at the open position that I'm creating. It kind of made me leary that I'd made a poor choice, but I was reassured that joining the team at the Pike was a solid decision. Full benefits, salary, laid back coworkers, a well financed brewery that pays attention to the Department of Labor and Industries (even before injuries happen).

As a sidenote, a good friend of mine recently got drenched head-to-toe in this heavily caustic sludge. It happened when a hose clamp blew under the force of a pump much too strong. His skin was fine, but he was rushed to the hospital because the outer layer of his cornea was burned away. He couldn't see for three days, and it was uncertain whether he'd get his vision back in his right eye. My mother was appalled when I told the story to her, "Oh that's horrible! Did they fire him?" Of course this is only half funny, which makes it twice as funny.

Unlike leaving Starbucks, I can see the aspects of my current job that I'll miss. And, of course, those that I will not miss. I'll miss the driving, but I won't miss the staying overnight. I'll miss the cool brewers, and will not at all miss the stressed out shitheads. I'll miss the free good beer, and will not even remotely miss the free bad beer.  I'll miss the familiarity of the equipment, but I won't miss being on a first name basis with the manufacturer. I will miss knowing strange towns and cities like the back of my hand, and the powerful, liberating feeling that comes with it. I'll miss driving the fork lift fast. I won't miss finding the dead rats in the brewery that no one is willing to clean up.

Jun. 22nd, 2009 @ 11:02 pm Ghost Post #1
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Doomriders/ Colliseum Split

Got the job, took the job, quit the other job, got the replacent so my former boss doesn't hate me, drank the beer, smoked the bowl, blared the Sabbath, made the dinner, got the girl, rode off into the sunset.
Jun. 20th, 2009 @ 08:33 pm Four sips for Madness, Five for Irony, Six for Tyranny
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Titus Andronicus-- The Airing of Greivances
Simply by behavior alone, one would say that I'm not too interested in getting a new job as much as telling people all about my search for said job. But maybe Fate is a bunch of sucker harlots, because they didn't call my bluff, and sure enough I got a call from a local brewery asking if I was interested in an interview. This is from a resume I dropped off a year ago-- just now a spot opened up. I'm not totally sure I'll take the job if it's offered, but if the money's good, and I can squeeze beni's out of the deal, then fuck it. Rarely is the money good at breweries, especially for bottlers/ cellarers, but it's worth investigating. I've never gotten the opportunity to tell someone no to a job.

I've been working on this beer I picked up in Nebraska. It's from Missouri, and I thought I was such hot shit for picking up some exotic beer and bringing back to Washington with me. And then I saw the exact same bottle at the store on Broadway. Well what the fuck man. I'm not even pissed at Missouri-- I'm pissed at Nebraska. To think I pumped money into their economy! If New Jersey is America's arm pit, then Omaha is America's puckering asshole.

It's biking season again. I'm super excited, and have been bouncing around the city on the Fuji (Fudgey) just as quick as I can go. I've been nearly hit a couple times today, and I have a difficult time thinking that it could be long before my helmeted head is smeared into the pavement. I remain optimistic, and enjoy my aimless commutes. But if it happens that I join the ranks of dead Capitol Hill bikers, I want a party funeral, with lots of drinking and smoking and lewd activity. Just a small request.
Jun. 15th, 2009 @ 08:07 pm I become a transparent Tyrant; I am nothing; I see all
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: The Fading Collection-- Interactive Family Radio

The past week was a weird way back into the job, after my road trip. It was essentially another road trip: by day, it was Everett, WA; Salem, OR; Everett, WA; Sand Point, ID. But it afforded me some more alone time, watching the hills roll or the little towns zip by.  The towering evergreens slowly turned into flat grassy plains, and the rivers ran dry into the desert.  It was a good week, where nothing (unforeseen) went wrong. When things run smoothly, I relax more, and can focus easier. When I’m working I get a calm sense of satisfaction, and while I’m on the road I feel creative yet organized (as if I were on equal doses of weed and Ritalin).  Sometimes I feel like I can see the transcendent significance of everything around me.  Without any perceptible shift in my consciousness, the purpose of every rock and tree has become blaringly obvious to me. Their lifetimes are laid out in front of me, and the rate of time becomes transitory, as if causality were a passing fad. Occasionally I feel like I’ve peacefully wandered into the end, where the truth is no longer “plural and mutable.” On a couple of occasions I’ve frowned and wondered what all the fuss was about.

Jun. 8th, 2009 @ 07:11 pm This American Life
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Blue Oyster Cult-- Some Enchanted Evening
A concise list of shit I learned on the road:
1. Wendy's is the most acceptable of the mid-west fast food joints. When we saw a Quaker family eating at one in Ohio, we knew that we were in good hands.
2. New York gave us the highest toll: $12.75 and a bad case of syphilis
3. Never hesitate to fill the gas tank again. It provides ample opportunity to pick up more postcards
4. Wall Drug: Wonder #8
5. When I'm in Iowa and South Dakota, I'm the meanest Chicano around. Puto.
6. Chicago drivers can suck my nuts
7. In Connecticut, it is best not to mock people's accents. Apparently Family Guy came after the founding of New England, so it's technically incorrect to say everyone sounds like "Peata."
8. I'm not the only one to be creeped out the Bad Lands.
9. I don't give a fuck what you say, I'm gonna play Stairway as much as I like when we make it through the Rockies.

Jun. 5th, 2009 @ 04:43 pm The Divine Tyranny
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Metallica- Binge & Purge

Inferno
Purgatorio
Paradiso

Mississippi River, Illinois/Ohio
Bad Lands, South Dakota
Yellowstone, Wyoming
Jun. 4th, 2009 @ 10:55 pm Love in the time of Tyranny
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Foo Fighters- Colour and the Shape


Kill Buffalo Bill.
Adios Caine.
May. 26th, 2009 @ 08:41 pm Manifest Destiny
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Feelin': Tyrannical
Medium: Isis- Wavering Radiant

Somewhere in the States. Conquering.