My name is Otis.
I am a mini-dachshund with alot to say. Dachshund in German means "badger dog" and I live in the Badger State,
so I got that going for me. Send me an email sometime, it would be good to hear from you. email otis
Milwaukee Brewers Doing More Than Killing Mets Season
This is a photo taken earlier today at the George Washington Bridge after Mr. Met was talked down by Mrs. Met and Mookie
Wilson. It's a dark day in NY.
Let's Dance To Joy Division And Celebrate The Irony
I've been listening to The Wombats non-stop for about 3 days now. More specifically, I've listened to the song LETS DANCE TO JOY DIVISION about 700
times over the past 3 days. (download for free at bottom of this post)
All this Joy Division-ing reminded me
of a solo-mission DJ night I went to a few years ago. The headlining DJ was Peter Hook of Joy Division & New Order who played at Mantra in Milwaukee. He spun a cool mix of dub and dance floor classics from the 80s and yes, the people
we’re gettin’ the F down. He was groovin back there, really involving the crowd.
Good people
watching too - There were the over-the-top track jacketed sketchy semi-gay dudes and the girls who love them crowded
right up on the DJ stage pumping their fists and dance-high fiving each other. Filling in the space behind them were
college kids dance-talking over drinks with straws. That’s the safety zone, either dance-high five or dance-talking
or the old fall back - the dance-circle deal.
The coolest however, was behind all these college kids rockin
out, way in the back of the dance floor, was a late 20s couple with badly dyed hair, swirling around in their mix of a torn
Joy Division tour shirt, safety pinned black zip up hoodie, fishnets, plaid short skirt and glitter eyeliner, rockin harder
than all others combined because behind the decks was the greatest dance punk bass player ever, Peter Hook, in their club,
in Milwaukee playing for them, right now. They were radiating all things that are good - a snapshot of letting music
just be, letting it take you places and not breaking down the who’s and why’s - just letting it wash over them.
And, there was a solid bizarro too - some dude in a Cure t-shirt marching in circles up and down the dance floor with
his arms straight down at his side yelling weird shit at no one in particular. People in their own world rule.
Judging by the amount of phone activity and the revolving door of appointments at the salon, it is clear that various administrative
buildings on public and private education campus's (campi?) are being occupied again. Now, advice from a tiny dog
with big ideas on how to shape your school year and protect your gray matter from the absurd and the nonesuch. Maybe
that's what The Grateful Dead were talking about with their marginal hit, Touch of Gray. Hmmm. Then again,
conjuring up counterfeit respect for an acid laced country band is not an interest of mine and with so much good music to
discover, I give you the hall pass on the ole GD. Give a nod and move on. If you must indulge, find any 1974 or
Spring 1977 live recording (May 8 in Ithaca preferably), get your fix. You then can drop that nugget in any Dead conversation
and get an instant stoner nod of approval. But I digress. Education: I've discussed this once before
so if you missed it the first time, go at once to a casino because today is your lucky day.
You must begin a reading
program immediately so that you may understand the crises of our age. Begin with the late Romans, including Boethius, of course.
Then you should dip rather extensively into early Medieval. You may skip the Renaissance and the Enlightenment. That is mostly
dangerous propaganda. Now that I think of it, you had better skip the Romantics and the Victorians, too. For the contemporary
period, you should study some selected comic books.... I recommend Batman especially, for he tends to transcend the abysmal
society in which he's found himself. His morality is rather rigid, also. I rather respect Batman.
