Wednesday, December 17, 2008


Found out today that a local magazine wants to do a story on my band.

The thing that gets me is that it isn't a music mag, it
is the premier city magazine and is targeted to the city’s most affluent residents. The magazine’s advertisers represent the finest businesses available in the area. Now entering our 2nd year of publishing, it continues its commitment
to highlighting the people, places, and lifestyle that make (redacted) a glorious place to live. Editorially, the magazine is oriented toward residents, newcomers, and visitors.

So I really can't figure out what they want with us.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Yeah, just drag the screen and shit happens.

If you do video for a living then the stuff that Adobe may (or may not) be working on may (or may not) make a lot of the things you do daily like tracking, rotoscoping and other painful crap a lot less painful(or may not).

Anyway, watch the video.

Interactive Video Object Manipulation from Dan Goldman on Vimeo.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Monday, November 03, 2008

Sunday, November 02, 2008

SOuth Austin People

Yeah... so I pretty gave up on my dream to become the Soapmaker of the Apocalypse™, but I still wish to remain cleanish.

I was paying through the ass for some really double plus good soap that I couldn't afford so I looked for a cheaper local alternative.

SOuth Austin People makes good soap that doesn't irritate my skin and doesn't force currency through any of my orifices.

Plus it makes me feel like I'm supporting local(ish) businesses.

Speaking of spineless-pig-whore-dogs...

Some fucking asshole of a spineless-pig-whore-dog stole our Obama sign. They also stole one of our neighbor's signs as well.

Funniest thing was that the boy referred to the culprits as "Savages". He's never seen "The Road Warrior" so I don't think he has any reference point.

Evidently we're not the only ones with this problem, Peter Frampton's sign keep getting ripped off.

Yeah, so I had a deal...

I ordered the single 12" version of the Crate V18 tube amp from Musician's Friend a few weeks back because at $150 it was a steal for a tube amp.

Demand was really high due to the price and they said they wouldn't have any for 2 - 4 weeks. No big deal, I can wait.

Well, earlier this week they cancelled the order like the spineless-pig-whore-dogs that they are.


So now I'm hitting the clearance page there trying to get a returned one at $113.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

1936 - 2008

My mom died in the afternoon of October 9th.

Her birthday was last Friday, October 3rd and we spent it in the ER. She'd been feeling sick for a couple of days, hard time breathing and coughing. It took a couple of days to finally convince her to see a doctor.

My mom had a hard life and was really frail. She looked all 85 of her 72 years. So when we showed up in the ER they took her at once.

They did the usual; took blood, EKG and X-Rays. After about 3 hours a doctor came in and talked to me while my mom was in the restroom. She let me know that they found what appeared to be a tumor about the size of my fist between her lungs pushing her windpipe out of whack. She let me know that they couldn't be sure without a biopsy but that there really wasn't anything else it could be.

After my mom returned I let her know.

She acted surprised, but I don't think she really was. She had been a lifetime smoker who'd had another type of cancer almost 40 years ago.

About 30 minutes later another doctor came by to re-deliver the news. We all agreed that she should be admitted and get a biopsy so we could really see what we were dealing with. About 3 hours later she was admitted to the hospital. After spending a couple of hours with her and making sure she was asleep I went home. Our house is only 4 minutes away if you don't hit a red light and at 4am I really needed the sleep.

At 7am Saturday morning my phone rang. It was a nurse calling me back. My mom had ripped out her IV, left her room and didn't know where she was and wouldn't believe she was in a hospital. She was at the nurse's station when I arrived about 10 minutes later.

I was able to get her to her room and we talked. She was very disoriented and had no idea why she was in the hospital. She didn't believe me when I told her she was sick. I didn't mention the tumor. I was able to talk her down a little and they sedated her so she would be able to get some sleep. Then they let me know that she would have to be restrained when I wasn't there because she was so frail and shaky they were worried that she'd fall and break something.

So I stayed.

She woke a few times and was still confused. I told her where and why we were a few times hoping that she'd remember but it didn't happen. That was how we spent Saturday and Sunday. She'd wake up lost and I'd tell her what was going on. I told her about the tumor when she asked, but stopped after a couple of times. It just was too hard to deliver that kind of news over and over. Looking back, this was probably the toughest thing I've ever gone through.

Besides the disorientation she was also aspirating, fluids were building up in her lungs. She was scheduled for a bronchoscopy and biopsy on Monday morning but they cancelled due to her condition. They also stopped all oral food and fluids. Late Sunday night one of her doctors prescribed a nicotine patch hoping that it'd help her mind a bit.

She snapped back on Monday and that was about the coolest thing ever. But I had to deliver the news again.

The whole time she was in they were giving her oxygen and every day they had to increase the amount.

Tuesday afternoon she was able to have food again and was doing much better, so the bronchoscopy and biopsy was rescheduled for Wednesday morning.

We spent an hour together before she was taken down for the procedure. They showed me where to wait and told me it would be about an 30 minutes.

About 90 minutes later the doctor came out and let me know was going on. She had reacted badly to the anesthesia and her blood pressure plummeted. Then he showed me pictures of what they'd found. It was lung cancer and it had invaded her windpipe. I'd seen pictures like this before but noting prepares you.

He tried to discuss treatment, but my mom already had said she'd never take chemo. So that was that.

Breathing was very difficult for her and she spent most of the day knocked out.

Later Wednesday afternoon they moved her to a private room so I knew they didn't think she was going live throughout the night. That night family came to say goodbye by wishing her well. She couldn't talk but she was able to smile. My sister and her husband were able to make it to town and we all stayed until 11:30 that night.

I came home and ate and went back up at Midnight.

At about 1:00am she tried to get out of the bed. I tried to stop her but she wasn't going to be stopped, so I helped her up on her feet. We stood and hugged for a few minutes and I laid her back down. About 30 minutes later she tried again. I helped her up and we hugged again.

About 1:30 she fell asleep and I left at 2:00.

My wife took off work and we went to the hospital around 9:00. Mom was drifting in and out, sometimes she'd try and communicate. One of the doctors came by and told us that she was too weak to survive the day. Mary left to get the boy. I stayed and held my mom's hand and cried.

My mom awoke when Mary came back with the boy. She couldn't talk. She made the sign of the cross. She wanted last rites.

Mary called the closest church, they told us that the priest was on vacation and offered nothing else. So Mary hunted down the chaplain at the hospital.

After my mom received last rites we waited and I called my sister.

As my sister was entering the hospital mom's breathing changed. It had been hard fought but now it seemed to smooth out. It wasn't so desperate.

I remember holding her hand and kissing her on the head a few times, but if you asked me to when she died I couldn't tell you. She just faded away and stopped breathing.

We cried.

She wouldn't have been able to handle the treatment because she was so frail so this is much better than letting the cancer take her over the next 2 months or so.

We had a good relationship, we got to say goodbye and she passed quickly.

It's been a week since she passed and I'm on vacation. I've caught myself thinking of calling her on the phone a couple of times.

I think the hardest part of the whole thing is going through her belongings and papers and finding helpful little notes for me.

Even in death she's still helping me out.

Monday, September 29, 2008

People with a dream making it happen always get to me.

I damn near cried watching this.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Maybe I just don't understand...

Do people really think that John McCain is at the top of his game?


Thursday, September 18, 2008

My wife doesn't like me to say...

"Your show about the 3 hookers and their mom is on."

Monday, September 08, 2008

This reminds me of the time...

It was '71 or around then.

We lived in a seedy part of town. Looking back it felt like how a lot of those Blacksploitation movies looked; too bright during the day, just dark enough during the night to hide things. When I went back as an adult I was able to point out what I now suspect was a whorehouse and a corner where a guy would sell drugs to cars all day long.

My mom was driving us near our duplex or apartment (we moved a bit within the neighborhood) when we came to a red light. We were in the left turn lane with the right lane open.

I remember my mom loving the red '70 Ford Maverick. She'd been able to buy it on her meager wages because it had been a rental. She finally had the luxury of air conditioning. Our home didn't have Ac, just one of those water air chillers, but our car did!

Anyway... so we're stopped in the left lane at a red light when another car pulls up to our right and stops. My mom looks over and sees something she doesn't like, reaches past me and locks the door.

I look over to see a black man in a wide brim hat looking over at us. He saw what my mom did, looked at her then looked at me (I remember smiling at him) then looked back at my mom.

All of a sudden he busted out laughing, reached over with his right hand and locked his door too.

Of course, I didn't realize what was going on. But even at the age of 6 I couldn't pass up the opportunity to laugh with somebody so I started laughing too.

I don't know what kind of effect the whole exchange had on my mom. She may have thought it was funny, but I'm pretty sure it didn't change her way of thinking.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Hey look! Another thing I want!

Saw this goofing around on the web.

3 of these lined up on stage would look pretty damn cool and pretty much set the tone.

Since they're only about $150 we could prolly swing it before our next gig.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

New U2 songs leaked by... Bono? (subtitled: turn your stereo down asshat!)

TorrentFreak has a great story about some leaked U2 songs from their next album that got leaked because Bono played his stereo too loud!

Some mooks recognized his voice blaring from his villa and quickly recorded the new songs. I'm sure the quality sucks but rabid fans won't care.

I know that U2 are still huge, but my question is do they matter anynore?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Actually, its called corporatism.

Nobody likes paying income tax, you just do so the wheels of society keep turning. I know that if I could skip a couple of years or so it would really help out my ledger.

But if I actually skipped paying income tax for a year the GOVT would have IRS agents knocking on my door asking "WTF?" Then I'd be hauled off to the hoosegow!

But what if you're not really a person, can you get away with it?

Yes, you can.

Study says most corporations pay no U.S. income taxes | U.S. | Reuters: "Most U.S. and foreign corporations doing business in the United States avoid paying any federal income taxes, despite trillions of dollars worth of sales, a government study released on Tuesday said."

Now I know that corporations aren't people, but legally they are. I think that the heads of these corps should be hauled off to the hoosegow and forced to serve time.

But, that'll never happen.

Monday, August 11, 2008

One of the things I learned from "Mad Max"...

The one thing I took from the "Mad Max" movies is that the deathlands we'll live in after the fall of society will be populated by dirty, smelly, sweaty, dangerous people.

So in an effort to make myself a little more valuable to the powers that be in the post-apocolyptic wasteland and to make those powers smell better, I have taken it upon myself to learn how to make soap.

Teach Soap seems to have the most information for the novice soap maker. It may be too light hearted for a soap maker of the apocalypse.

Free Recipes for making soap from scratch has everything you'd want to buy to make your own soap, but the website looks "crafty". Meh.

How To Make Soap is exactly what I was looking for. Actual instruction on how to make soap from fucking scratch.

I'll keep you up to date on how long it takes me to blow this off.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

This just in...

WTF is it about power that makes otherwise intelligent men think they can get away with fucking around on their wives?


Saturday, August 09, 2008

I use...

I like web 2.0 sorta things but I hate doing them through the web.

Kinda weird I know, but there it is.

So after trying a couple of Twitter apps I have settled on Twhirl.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

But I need another guitar...

Actually, I could use another guitar. My Squier Telecaster isn't holding up very well when I have to use it as a backup. My Epiphone Goldtop really has some meat to it because of the P90 pickups and the Squier just can't measure up.

The SX SJM-57 PBU is a sucky name for what appears to be a good guitar.

It comes in a couple of different models and colors so I might end up getting a red one.

Here's a vid of Nick Curran from the T-Birds playing one.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Who puts the ASS into NASA?

I was sooooo against this video until I saw Bernie Taupin's endorsement.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Hey look... a video!

Yeah, you might have to change that script we talked about yesterday...

Met with a client yesterday to talk about the creative for his commercial.

The client is a mid 60s South Carolinian gentleman with gobs of money. His accent is a lot like Foghorn Leghorn with about 22% less Mississippi. Salt of the Earth with a strong handshake.

We talk for a couple hours and make long term marketing plans. Meeting done, the salespeople and I leave.

Today the lead salesguy (starched shirt, middle management, a closer) gets called back to the client's business. His fear is that the deal is off. Not a good thing when we're looking for nickels in the couch cushions so we can make budget.

Salesguy comes back to the station, shirt still crisp, and lets me in on the know; the deal is still on except instead of mega-hyped sale with big fonts, the concept has changed to a "going out of business sale" spot with big fonts.

So much for long term plans.

Monday, July 28, 2008


Blorp, blorp, bleep, bleep, bleep!

All I need is the kit from Bleep Labs and build my own Thingamapoop.

I have no idea how to fit it in to our music though.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Please do me a favor and pass "Last-Of-Iraqis" on to your friends.

Last-Of-Iraqis: "I know I have said before that I don't want to have children in Iraq and this pregnancy was not planned but I can't describe how happy I am…the feeling of fatherhood is great, it's really great specially if the baby is inside my one and only love…feelings of love are overwhelming me…I love the whole world but it can never be compared or even be the smallest fraction to the love for my lovely wife and my son.
May god protect them from any harm and keep me alive and healthy to take care of them…Thank you god for your blessings."

I like how none of these web test things ever display correctly in my blog.

What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
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You scored as Justice (Fairness)

Your life is guided by the concept of Fair Justice: Everyone, yourself included, should be rewarded and punished according to the help or harm they cause.

"He who does not punish evil commands it to be done."

--Leonardo da Vinci

“Though force can protect in emergency, only justice, fairness, consideration and cooperation can finally lead men to the dawn of eternal peace.”

--Dwight D. Eisenhower

More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...

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Strong Egoism


Divine Command




Thursday, July 24, 2008

Yeah, told you so...

We got our Avids about 3 years ago. Last week we replaced 2 of those with BTTW Final Cut Studio systems. Yeah, the same thing I suggested to the powers that be 3 years ago.

So here's the first thing I've done in HD on Final Cut Pro.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I am addicted...

Vimeo seems to be fulfilling all of the promise that YoutTube pissed away.

Something sparkly is in your future from Ian Cameron on Vimeo.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Rock and/or Roll!

Here's a shot of me and the boys playing at the Republic of Texas Biker Rally.

It was... interesting.

Google images for "ROT Rally". You'll see.

Thursday, July 17, 2008


Your results:
You are Green Lantern

Green Lantern
The Flash
Iron Man
Wonder Woman
Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

For some reason I got nostalgic...

I had an AM radio when I was a kid. It was how I heard the stuff that shaped my life.

All that mid 70s AM gold was like... uhm... gold to my ears.

So I went ahead and ebayed the radio in the picture.

Too bad most AM stations in my area are talk now.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

I like big bass and I cannot lie...

I've always wondered how to build a room-sized sub-woofer.

Now I know.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

New and free? WIN WIN!

I'm a cheap bastard. I haven't gone early-bird dinner yet, but I seem to be on my way. So imagine the thrill I got after finding Free Albums Galore.

Free Albums Galore is run by some guy named Marvin who takes the time to chase down legal free music sources. Now, your not going to find much (read any) mainstream commercial stuff linked, but you are more than likely to find music that you've never heard or heard of before.

Most of the links go directly to artists' sites that have free DLs. Some of the artists ask for a small donation if you like the music, which is more than fair to offset bandwidth costs.

From the FAQ:
I won’t link to files that require site registration before downloading, or to files with restrictive DRM. I also won’t link to albums with seperate tracks hosted as a single, inseperable track.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

So, I was looking on the internet for a new car...

Internetting I found Green Vehicles.

My fave thing is that the Moose looks just like an old Astro Van!

Saturday, July 05, 2008

So anyway...

The other day I found that I had a preference for bath soap.

I'd gone my entire life without ever thinking twice about the soap I used. What soap did I use when I was growing up? How about when I was single? To be honest, I can't name the soap I was using 3 months ago.

I think part of it is that real men don't care what soap they use because it's always Lava. And if they're out of Lava at the store they'll just use a wire brush and gasoline to clean their privates and be done with it.

For whatever reason, the words
see how lemongrass, pine, orange and patchouli essential oils can turn a boring shower into a truly groovy experience. You might think patchouli is only for hippies as it smells just a little too earthy. Well, flower child, you are so wrong! The scent is gentle and lovely but the full effect won't hit you until after your shower... when you experience a moment of true clarity.

sounded good. Even relaxing.

So I ended up trying Karma. And I liked it.

Now I fear I may be turning into a dandy.

So much for the punk cowboy thing.

This just in!

I really borked my layout and I don't know if I really want to go through the bother of making it right again.

EDIT: Evidently I'm wrong.

DAMMIT!!! I had it fixed and now its borked again!


Friday, May 02, 2008


EDIT: Yeah, I don't know what happened to the video either.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

My journal...

I've been writing a journal for just over a year now.

I'm not really a journal type of person thought. I don't consider my days worth saving on paper, but for some reason I started jotting down small things in a Moleskine, and even though at times my writing has slowed I still write in my journal.

I write about things that I can't bring myself to talk about to another person, or even discuss here. Things like my fear of being found out (trust me on this, in some ways I am a total sham). Or about my failure at being a brother (remember the sister I found out about a year or so ago?). You know, my inequities.

But for the most part I write about good things, about things that make me smile. Like about the cartoon drawing of a dog on the inside of our 1st floor elevator door. I've sketched it and other things in my mole as well.

Besides that stuff I also have about 40 fortunes collaged in the pages.

I guess the reason I'm even talking about it is that I was wondering what people would think if they found my journal... and all I could think was "WTF?"

Saturday, April 19, 2008


This is just a test.

Who likes free stuff?

How many times have you wondered if there was a place that kept track of Apple's Free iTunes Downloads?

If you're like me that number is exactly 8 times.

Because on the 8th ocurrance of this thought I finally made my lazy ass do a search on Google and found Free iTunes Downloads.

I like free shit.

Thanks FiD for making my life 37% easier!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Bullet points!

•Everything is fine, life is kinda busy.

•Band is looking for a bass player with big gigs coming up.

•2 of the wife's books are now published.

•The boy is doing fine in school, but needs to learn how to drive and start looking at colleges.

•I want to win the lottery.


Oh yeah, I was a delegate in the Texas Democratic caucus and Senatorial convention for Obama.