Sketch o’ the Day – The Impromptu Quintet

Greetings.

If you are wondering what this is all about, I tend to draw all over random things that get in my path and Mikeypod was gracious enough to let me commit blograffiti here this evening. In part to provide his album art for this month, although fashionably late, but more importantly it means I got to scribble all over his blog for a while. That was fun, although not the part where I thought I broke the internet by doing so. I’d totally do it again though. Thanks sir!

Peace
– Alden (aka Secret Simon)


Waiting

I had intended to hit the ground running with podcasts in 2008, but as I mentioned before, my old mixer died. The good news is that this was the inspiration I needed to get my new (to me) Mackie 1202-VLZ Pro mixer up (thanks luke kurtis!) and running. In the meantime, starting on Monday I will be offering “re-runs” of my favorite shows. I realized recently that there are a ton of them that are worth listening to again, and since I may have to wait for my next payday to get the podcasting rig going, I’d like to keep things going. Let me know if you have any special requests.

Joey is diligently editing our New years Eve video podcast, so look for that soon as well!

MikeyPod 98 | Sound-seeing Brooklyn’s Greenpoint Neighborhood with Miss Heather

This is part one of my sound-seeing tour with Greenpoint’s Dog Shit Queen, Miss. Heather. newyorkshitty.com was the first blog I fell in love with when I moved to NYC, so I am so happy that she agreed to take me on this sound-seeing tour! it probably goes without saying, but just in case… this show is not work safe!

“This is the most disgusting pile of bum shit I have ever seen”

Photo courtesy of Miss Heather

I originally planned on editing all of this down to one show, but you guys always seem to love the longer sound-seeing tours, and I really couldn’t bear to cut any of this out. Part two will be up on Monday. Tomorrow I will talk with Mike Hipp about my decision to go vegan and then on Friday, if all goes well, I will be talking with Shane Claiborne from The Simple Way. (yay!) What a busy week! i guess that will make the Shane Claiborne show my 100th episode!

Links:
podcastready (register there with promo code “mikeypod” for a chance to win a video iPod!)
newyorkshitty.com
Sybarite on 4AD
Bed Stuy Blog

 

Arriving in Americus

We arrived at the hotel here in Americus about an hour ago. I haven’t been keeping up with the writing/podcasting as much as I hoped for this week, but it just didn’t feel right. We spent the last two nights on Panama City Beach in a hotel without wi-fi (gasp), so there was that obstacle as well. The last few days have actually been fairly low key, the beaches are beautiful and I have been enjoying spending time with my mom.

Sunday starts the 11th annual Freedomwalk, a 100 mile walk that calls attention to jailhouse conditions, courtroom practices and policies and law enforcement behavior orchestrated by the Prison and Jail Project. I will walk with them on Sunday, recording interviews along the way. Check out the section on Koinonia’s website that discusses their activism. Makes me even more excited to get in there!

Orientation starts for me on Monday. I will be sharing a duplex with two other guys, there is only one female intern so she will have the other half of the house to herself. I am still not sure how easy it will be to put up podcasts while I am up there, it seems reasonable that I should be able to put up one a week at least. I am also looking into a way to make phoneposts into my podcast feed. Any suggestions?

The Journey To Koinonia

Wednesday afternoon while I was talking to my (former) landlord it finally hit me that I really was leaving in two days and it was time to stop zoning out watching episodes of the Office on iTunes and get to work.

I spent the entire day Thursday packing up, throwing crap away, and inviting friends over to take home things they wanted. I took both cats to their new homes, collected a check from the woman who bought my piano, waited an hour at the bank to get a new debit card, and drove Tiffany insane with my moods swinging from tears, to avoidance, to being pissed off and overwhelmed with everything that had to happen to get me out of town on time.

Thank God for Tiffany. She was with me the entire day. It wasn’t until Friday that I realized how much she did that day. We turned an apartment full of furniture into this:

So Friday my Mom and I dropped her dog off at the kennel, and waited for the salvage yard to come pick up my car (perhaps you recall that the engine fell out of it a month or so ago). They were an hour late or so, and my we decided just to give the damn thing to Richard, the maintenance man at the apartments across the street. Thursday he made several trips to my apartment and took loads of my unwanted furniture, clothes, and kitchen supplies over to the families who live in his complex. I thought it was a good way to get rid off all this stuff, and perhaps I will be repaid with furniture karma when I get to Brooklyn and find a place.

We drove the rest of the day to New Orleans, where I was surprised by my sister, she and my Mom had been in cahoots on getting her here to NO. I was pleased, but so shocked when I saw her that I responded in such a strange way.
All in all, I feel so strange right now because I haven’t yet moved in anywhere. It hasn’t really sunk in that I am not going back to Houston. In moments I know it, but mostly it feels like I am just on vacation. Maybe when my Mom drops me off at Koinonia it will become more real. Really, I would like for it to. Such limbo I am in.

I haven’t forgotten about the second half of the Ray Hill interview. I will decide what to do with that soon. When the panic erupted in my last couple of days in Houston, I decided I needed to wait and put that next show up when I have time. Maybe I will just put it up in its raw form. Who knows.

As a side note, New Orleans gives me the creeps. I have been mostly in the tourist areas since I have been here, but the whole drinking, smoking, partying culture really just reminds me of my early twenties in a way that I don’t really want to revisit. People are extremely friendly here, but that smell of bars…just walking by them, the stale liquor and cigarette smoke smell reminds me of a really disgusting part of my life. I don’t wanna be one of those sober people, but that is just how it is. That, and people walking around with plastic cups full of warm beer. ugh.

p.s. can someone correct my French?

in the end, if you take care, you can be happy or unhappy anywhere

I got word back from both Blackwood Land Institute and Koinonia, Cath from Blackwood said “let’s talk” which seems to mean that she has something for me there, or some other ideas. Ann, the hospitality director at Koinonia said that i could start my internship there Sept 11 and stay till after Christmas. Then I would probably go on to NYC to live with my sister until I find a job. What to do? My sense is to get a wiggle on and just get to Georgia. If I stay here, I would be just killing time at Blackwood in order to do a show at Unity Theater (not even sure they haven’t found another musical director yet). All of that time could be spent getting oriented and settled in NYC. Of course, I have such strong attachments to Unity, I would love to work there once more before I leave Texas. Not to mention the fact that there may not be another time in my life where I am able to meander around the country like this. Would I be closing myself off to other potential adventures if I sign into life in the big apple sooner?
what do you think?

Federal Marriage Amendment

I just listened to the president’s radio address from yesterday voicing his opinion about the Federal Marriage Amendment. These are my thoughts:

  • I am officially boycotting weddings, I don’t care who you are. Please join me.
  • If you are gay and american and have not called your senators or even filled out this simple form at hrc.org then fuck you. I mean it very seriously. I have no use for you. I am not going to be diplomatic about this shit anymore. You are the reason why I am ashamed to be gay. You are the reason why so many gay youth kill themselves. You are the reason why it is still okay for Americans to throw their kids out on the streets because they are gay. You are the reason why people like Matthew Shepherd are dead, and why there have been and will be others like him. Do not fool yourself. You are a bigger part of the problem than the president himself. You are letting all of this happen without having the fucking balls to speak up for yourself.
  • If you are heterosexual and claim to be concerend with human rights, have gay friends/family that you love, do not betray us by ignoring this or any other injustice against non-heterosexuals. If you do, please see above. And just to make sure: fuck you too.