PK's Old Angry Chair

Pic taken in summer of 91. Early in the AM. Point Pleasant Beach, NJ. My cropping skills suck, but I thought it looked cool. I have more like this, just now getting back into photography. My dad is a genius at this stuff, so I've always been kind of intimidated by his talent. But he's the one who gave me the camera to take these stupid pics. And he's a really cool dude. Y'all would like him. He's really mellow and wise and profound.

Ever hear of drag and drop?

AOL is so counter intuitive. I'm getting ready to bail. Get ready to find me on blogger.com. And I hope you all have AIM. I've had the same email address for almost 10 years, but enough is enough. AOL is so antiquated. They're so afraid you're going to do something wrong that they don't let you do anything cool. They're like the dad in Footloose. Then Kevin Bacon came along and everyone boogied at the prom. Even Chris Penn learned how to dance.

Black Plastic

Found this on Boing Boing, one of my favorite blogs...

“Blogger and NBC combat correspondent Kevin Sites was taking time off in southeast Asia when the tsunami took place. He remained in the region to file reports, and has just now posted this extensive first-hand account -- with photos -- documenting some of what he witnessed in Banda Aceh, Indonesia.”

The writing is excellent and conjures the horrid reality that beset the tsunami victims, their beloved and those left to sift for bodies among the overwhelming devastation.

http://www.kevinsites.net/

To Mrs. Linklater

Yes, I tilt at windmills. I'm flattered.

My car is buried in frozen nitrogen

I'm gonna have to do a hell of a lot of shoveling tomorrow. Either that, or pay the Mexican guys to do it.

Blizzard

 

It's snowing like hell in Red Bank!

Orlando

 

I apologize publicly for my language last weekend. I am atomitized magnetically toward her. We've talked. I'm the bad guy. I'm the bad guy toward a lot of people. I have to fix that. Damage control. Ann, Marc, Mike, Nancy, Sam, Mom, Dad, Kerry and Katie. I'm less hate-able than I seem. I hope.

Nyquila Dreams, Ann

I am a veritable spark plug bouncing with humor and good karma. I will ease you into fitful, revelatory slumber. After a few moments of talk.

God willing, May 2005

Bellagio or Ceasars? 10 guys. 4 nights. 1 town. I did this before and came out clean, with money in my wallet, unscathed and with lots of pics.

That was pre-journal.

Imagine if I can blog and talk in real time, this time.

Y'all might get an mpeg of me turning from albino to tan god. And by tan god I mean lobster boy.

Ocean's 10, I guess, if we can't get one more dude. I'll be Rusty Ryan. Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, but playing it to the hilt with nuthin but a sandwich in one hand and a cell phone in the other. And a Newport Light somewhere. Cool sunglasses, bad suit, bed head and all.

Say Cheese

Anyone out there looking for a cool (and by cool, I mean idiot-proof) photo management tool? It's called Picassa, it's made by Google, and it's FREE.

I have it at work and now here at home. So far, so good. I'm diggin' it.

http://www.picasa.com/

Tropical Parable

In the future, I will be sitting under a coconut tree. A coconut will fall upon me, I will smile, scalp the coconut, and drink its milk. I will have made nourishment from pain.

The representative from California has the floor

Green Day has written a rock and roll hurricaine epic with American Idiot. I friggin love this disc. I urge all of you to steal a copy.

Ouch

I feel lonely.

Jets lose

DAMMIT

:(

One month till pitchers and catchers report for spring training. Let's go Red Sox.

JAY EEE TEEE ESSS

 vs. 

Who are we rooting for?

J-E-T-S  JETS! JETS! JETS!

If you listen close, you can hear me in the backround:

http://www.newyorkjets.com/fans/

 

April Anxiety

Denim, cotton, fresh, flesh, breath, beam, roar, whisper.

Altoids, yes.

Body heat vs. natal warmth.

Deep in sleep.

Writhing. Limbs locked.

Beaming dreams into each other's lip lock.

Concordant friction on so many levels.

An open letter to Grandmom

My Grandmom had cancer surgery today. They found that it had spread. She turned 91 last month and is otherwise an astonishingly delightful example of sharp wit, keen wisdom and the lost art of yummy breakfasts. I last saw her in LA in 2003. Here's to hoping I get to see her again, at the breakfast table, in 2005.

 

PK

 

 

Dear Grandmom,

 

I know you had a tough day today. I want you to know that I’m with you, right by your side, in mind and spirit. I can’t imagine having to endure what you fought through today. Maybe it’s because you have a 53-year head start on me in wisdom, strength and fortitude. No matter what it is, I admire it and I hold it to my heart as yet another instance of you teaching me that life, family, love and hope are nothing to take for granted.

 

You are always right there for me with the kindest, most touching of words when I need them. You have no idea how many times your laugh has lifted me from the doldrums, your insight has granted me perspective, and your heart has given me the confidence to face the world knowing that you have my back.

 

You gave me mom, and through her, dad. You gave me Aunt Judy, who still, after being my aunt for so long, is the coolest babe in the world. You gave me a happy childhood and Uncle Bart and through him the ability to hit a curve ball. You’ve given all of us a legacy of family of which we are so proud. You’ve given me so much more than I will ever be able to give back to you. I can only hope to use your example and pass the same to a family of my own someday.

 

And speaking of proud, you will find no person on this planet with more pride to have your blood pumping through his veins than me. Your heart is strong. Your mind is strong. Your body is strong. But more than anything, our bond is strong. And it always will be.

 

I love you. Smile.

 

The first child of your daughter Mary, your very first grandchild,

 

Patrick

Not feeling well

Stop pointing things at me.

I like the Jets

JETS WIN IN OT!!!!!!!!

Let's go Jets!!!!!

J-E-T-S, JETS, JETS, JETS!

10 Years

My scanner works. I think. I was a dork with a EuroPass in the 90's. See?

Happy Joy Print Boy

Hoo-rah. Just installed my new printer/scanner/copier/juicer. And it WORKS! Now what. Hmmm.

Blame it on the dog

I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

The new line of children's desks from IKEA....

Good thing I have a big basement

Welcome to my new obsession. I want to build my own Tesla Coil.

 

You can thank my friend Sam for this. He told me that Jack White (yes, that Jack White) boasted of one that he made with his own two hands in the movie Coffee and Cigarettes. Now I want one.

 

You might be wondering to yourself, “What is a Tesla Coil?”

 

OK. I will tell you. A Tesla Coil is a device that generates artificial lightning.

 

Now you might be thinking, “Hey douchebag, please stop messing with my head.”

 

I’m not messing with your head. I want to go about making my own lightning. Kinda like the way some people like to make their own pie. Or soap. Or mittens.

 

I found a more complex definition on the net. I have no idea what any of this means. But I want to find out so I can be like Jack White in Coffee and Cigarettes.

 

“A Tesla Coil is a resonant air-cored transformer. The primary winding forms part of a tank circuit (tuned L-C oscillator) which is loosely coupled to the secondary coil. The secondary coil has one end connected to earth, and the other end has a capacitive load (a metal sphere or other smooth object), making another L-C resonant circuit. The resonant frequency of the secondary is the same as the primary coil circuit. Because the two coils are only loosely coupled (no iron core, just air) the voltage induced in the secondary winding is allowed to ring up to a very high voltage, more than can be accounted for by the turns ratio of the transformer. The strong electric field generated around the capacitive load terminal (sphere) causes lightning-like streamers to break out into the air.

The output voltage can be hundreds of thousands of volts, although a true measurement of this is difficult! The tank circuit can operate from a supply of 8 to 15 kV (50/60Hz AC), derived from normal mains voltages (110/220/240 VAC) with the aid of a high voltage transformer.”

 

This is all I have to say about Tesla Coils right now. No wait. Let me add this: I think they are awesome. The absolute epitome of cool is to have built your own Tesla Coil.

 

Or to at least have one on the drawing board.

2005 Edge Question

What do you believe is true even though you cannot prove it?

 

This is not a Santa Clause or Easter Bunny question. Then again, it could be. Why not.

 

I believe in domino theory interaction on a chaotic scale. It's really just a less dogmatic version of karma.

 

What do you believe?

 

Silent Insomnolence

Insomnia again. Way to start the new year. The bags under my eyes aptly look like used coffee filters. Just can't seem to shut down the inner monologue.