Tennessee State of Mind

The Superflux crew drove to Nashville last weekend to play a benefit for Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital. This benefit was better planned and organized than previous ones we’ve played, but the fatal miscalculation this time was the assumption that, once the activities are over, people would stay for the band. There was a small car show, karate demonstrations, door prizes, and a kid going for a world record of kicks-per-hour (over 2,000). We were slated to go on after all the trophies had been handed out, as we were ostensibly the headliner. But the already small crowd only grew smaller, so we had very few people in the audience. We played a few songs and called it a night. An air of Spinal Tap hung about us.

Immediately afterward I drove to Huntsville, Alabama to attend Amy’s geek-a-thon birthday bash. It mostly consisted of heavy drinking, Eddie Izzard DVDs, and cartoons. It was great. Sunday morning we watched cartoons and ate pancakes. It was how life should be.

On the drive over I realized something. Given that migrating birds fly in a V formation because it cuts down on wind resistance, we can see Nature taking the path of least resistance, yet the outcome is organization. Most of the time the path of least resistance is synonymous with entropy, the tendency to disorganize. Can you think of any other examples of the path of least resistance creating structure rather than destroying it?

Party Like It’s 29

That title will make more sense after you read Amy’s latest blog entry. Today is her birthday, and she’s having a vast geek-massing party this weekend at her fortified suburban compound in Huntsville, Abalammy. Conveniently, I’m playing in Nashville Saturday night, a mere 2 hours away. So naturally it would behoove me to attend, as my orbit so rarely takes me to such a perigee. I haven’t been out there since the infamous Sub-Appalachian Road Trip of 2001. Yay karma.

“10 Years, Man!”*

Once again, decade awareness sets in, as last weekend I went to Tara‘s 10 year high school reunion in Arkadelphia. I guess she just wanted some backup, so she invited me. Initially we thought we should go in there and make up stories about our lives, but Tara is a horrible liar so we abandoned that idea. It was interesting to watch such a gathering from a distance. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t at least use a fake Scottish accent for the evening.

The attire was “dressy casual,” the meaning of which Tara and I spent far too long debating. Pictures hopefuly soon. We were dressed just a bit better than most of the people there. Initially our plan was to head back to Little Rock after the event, but her mom pulled rank, so Tara stayed in Arkadelphia. I was hoping to have all of Sunday for us to play. We did get to have some brief fun Friday night; I made dinner and we looked at each other’s yearbooks and photo albums. We were supposed to go to the State Fair, but Tara missed her flight and didn’t get in until 10 or so.

Anyway, with nothing to do on Sunday I was a little mopey, so I called Heather and we went to see Domino. If Keira Knightly playing a gun-toting badass doesn’t lift a man’s spirits, I don’t know what will. This movie represents everything that is wrong with American culture, so naturally it was great. Someone in the film refers to a “ferret on crystal meth,” which is actually a pretty accurate description of the movie itself.

* Are you happy now, Josh?

Corn Dogs Aplenty, or, October Sunburn

I spent the majority of the weekend at The Arkansas State Fair. Saturday I played 4 shows with Superflux throughout the afternoon and evening. The weather was just about as perfect as you could ask for in October: sunny with a slight chill. I did not fully partake of food and rides that day, so I went back on Sunday with DeLaine and we rode ourselves stupid on various gravity-defying contraptions. After paying $9 to strap ourselves together and be dropped from a crane to swing in the breeze, we were done [1]. I actually got sunburned (sunburnt?).

Sunday evening I took Zoe to Allsop Park. I’ve been neglecting the poor girl all week with three band rehearsals and the fair for two days. I could tell she was lonely; when I was loading up my guitars on Saturday, she hopped in the car and wouldn’t get out. She moved into the front seat and back in an effort to evade me. But I wore her down at Allsop with frisbee and baseball. I’m working on getting her to retrieve the baseball after I’ve batted it some long distance, but I think she has a hard time finding it because it blends in with its surroundings [2]. I need to get a ball in some brightly contrasting color.

Oh, and TJ just sent me some ads for the Utah State Fair. Someone had the brilliant idea to get Napoleon Dynamite and Pedro to do the ad campaign. Click on the official site for Real Player versions of the TV spots, or if you prefer Windows Media, click here.

1.) By the way, totally worth it.
2.) Or maybe she was distracted by all the squirrels. Oh how she loathes the squirrels.

10 Years

Something occurred to me as I was driving home from band rehearsal last night: I started the first version of my website in 1995 at Hendrix, and that was TEN YEARS AGO. The first address was hendrix.edu/homes/stu/mccorkindalect. Sadly the Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine didn’t go that deeply into the Hendrix website, and the earliest version they have is from November of 1996, well after my friend Amy Qualls had ceded webmaster duties to Courtney Campbell.

The earliest surviving version of my website in the Wayback Machine’s cache doesn’t show up until 1999, after I graduated and relocated the site to the O.U.R. Co-Op in Harrison, and even then it doesn’t store the graphics so it’s not much to look at. Maybe I’ll go dig up a disk backup of the old, old site to show you just how far we’ve come.

In other news, I installed WordPress for my brother Trey over at mccorkindale.com. Hopefully we can use it to keep up with the goings on in our enormous family.

“When Are You Going to Get Married?”

As if to illustrate the difference between her temperament and her brother’s, my niece Emily asked me yesterday at church, “When are you going to get married?”

I lamely retorted something about waiting for her schedule to clear, but she just looked at me half confused. The proper comeback materialized (as they so often do) several minutes later: “When are you going to stop being such an impudent urchin?”

I was in Harrison over the weekend to attend a gathering for my brother, Trey, and his fiancee, Elaine, whose wedding is scheduled for November 5. I went to church Sunday morning at St. John’s Episcopal Church, attending my first service in the new chapel, featuring our new minister, Seamus Doyle. I should mention that Seamus is a former Irish Catholic, who left the priesthood to get married, and was later ordained into the Protestant Church. Which, if you think about it, moving from Catholic to Episcopal is the theological equivalent of “one small step for Man, one giant leap for Mankind” given the acrimony that still separates Catholics from Protestants in Ireland.

An added bonus was that Sunday’s service was the annual Blessing of the Animals, wherein members of the congregation bring their pets to church with them. That was a little surreal. Compounding the surrealism was that, given my brother’s impending nuptials, people kept mistaking me for him. I really should go home more often so that people remember what I look like; both my pediatrician and my band director thought I was Trey at first.

Various Things

Adnan came over a couple of days ago; he went to his apartment in New Orleans last weekend to find the roof had caved in and his refrigerator had its own ecosystem. He managed so salvage some personal items like wedding photos, etc. Today he’s off to Houston to catch up with the Tulane people. I think they’re setting up shop in Houston for a few months. Here are some Flickr pictures that give you an idea of what people like Adnan are coming back to in New Orleans.

My office has something of an infestation of fruitflies (Shane and I eat bananas a lot, so it’s probably our fault), so I figured I’d try my mom’s mosquito solution: a bowl of water with some lemony dish soap in it. Sure enough the little bastards flocked to it and died. Yay home remedies.

But the biggest news is that someone who owes me a lot of money from back in 2002 is going to pay me back with interest. $1400 plus. This should safely finance the new computer I’ve been trying to build for awhile.

The Third Blog

One of the limitations of most blog sites is that they make you register as a blogger before they let you comment on your friends’ sites. I realize they want to foster a community, but as more and varied blog sites come on the scene, blog providers really should consider allowing non-blogging accounts. I wanted to post a comment on Mary’s blog but I had to set up a Blogger account, so I did. In a fit of exasperated sarcasm, I called it:

http://DoIHaveToGoThroughThisOrdealToComment.blogspot.com/

This is now my third blog. I had to do this at Xanga once to comment on Jay’s site, but I deleted that one. I still have a minor blog at myspace.com and a completely dead one at livejournal.com.