Mladin on Rainey:
"In the 1993 Czech Republic GP at Brno (you know the year that I got sent home
because I wasn't good enough) I was out circulating when Wayne came past me
entering turn 2. Exiting 2 he had it sideways and entering 3 he left black lines with the
front. I managed to follow him close enough for the next half a lap to realize I had alot
of learning to do. It's a story that I tell frequently. Sort of goes like this. In Czecho when
I was racing GP's Rainey overtook me like I was standing still goin into 2 then
proceeded to make me feel bad after what I saw next. Bastard (there's the dissin bit)
essentially made me realize I didn't belong in GP. You see there's a difference
between being there (top 10) and being there (Rainey, Doohan and Schwantz). The
other thing people fail to tell everybody when they say I wasn't good enough and that's
why I was kicked out of GP is the fact that I had only been road racing for 1 year and
10 months when I was signed by Cagiva. For someone that started racing only a
couple years earlier I reckon top 10 was pretty good with best results of 7th in
Germany and 6th at my last race in Spain.
You see I would never diss guys like Wayne or his peers as there is a respect there
for the hard work and achievments. Even though I want to race GP again and
compete against those guys, you still have to respect the achievments of others.
The Kevin Schwantz poster was mentioned on here earlier. I used to look at it and
think I want to be there one day. Just didn't realize I would be racing the guy
plastered on my bedroom wall 18 months later."
[ posted by scott at 02/10/2005 12:15:34 PM ] [ link ] [ 9 responses ]
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Hello Dave!
Hello Dave!
Is That Dave?
Is Dave There?
[ posted by scott at 01/11/2005 03:22:19 PM ] [ link ] [ 2 responses ]
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i'm in austin. from what i've seen of it so far, i could live in this city.
i got the 'you are in tx and have california plates' shakedown the other
day. pulled over by the trooper for no reason. he claimed i had my
seatbelt off 'a few miles back' then proceeded to ask where i was
going, where i was coming from, where i'd stayed the night before,
where i was going to stay next, did i have a job, etc. i-10 through
texas anywhere near el paso is a haven for state troopers.
[ posted by scott at 01/14/2004 07:49:01 PM ] [ link ] [ 4 responses ]
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minneapolis/wisonsin bound
i found a cheapo ticket, so i'm headed out to minneapolis
friday until next weekend. lucero was supposed to play
a show at the turf club, but it looks like that isn't going
to happen due to a scheduling conflict, so i was
wondering if anyone (ms. pokey?) might know of
anything interesting to do. i'll be staying near red wing,
but saturday day/night we might hit the city.
i lived in minneapolis about a year ago (2nd and
marquette), so i'm familiar with the area, just
wondering if there's anything i shouldn't miss on
the visit...
[ posted by scott at 10/07/2003 07:09:56 PM ] [ link ] [ 8 responses ]
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because if seattle takes us...
...we're taking everyone down with us.
monday i started a month long working tour in lovely issaquah, wa (about 11 miles east of seattle). normally i'll jump at any opportunity to travel, but with this trip it's
just a little bit different. maybe because it's the end of a huge project which i
can't possibly finish in time. or maybe because i was just up here the week before last. or maybe it's the fact that i got less than a week's notice to go, and nobody seemed to be able to grasp the fact that i do have a life outside of work, however inconsequential it may be.
but enough of the negative speak. bottom line is, here i am. and since i'm here, i'm trying to make the best of the trip, get out of the office as much as possible, do some interesting things, and do a little damage to the corporate card along the way.
last night was my first real go at it, with a trip to kisaku, a great sushi place somewhere in seattle. my friend mike and i bellied up to the bar and started ordering. everything was really good, and i think the sushi chef finally just started giving us strange things we didn't order to see if we'd eat them. which we gladly did. he was laughing and commenting on how much we'd eaten. after about an hour and a half, we'd had all the sake, appetizers, and sushi we could handle.
we strolled out of kisaku, a little tipsy, definitely full, and satisfied in the knowledge that i wouldn't be paying for this meal. it's the little victories that keep me going working this job.
now it's begun. i have about 22 or so more days to go, and many more things to do. so to any killoggers out there who have ever had a hankerin' to go to seattle: i'm here, with a free rental car, a free place to stay in a suite, a corporate card at my disposal, and a screw 'em attitude. drop me a line, and for the cost of a plane ticket, you too might be able to make a cheap little trip outta it.
ok. the card is tinglin' again. must go.
[ posted by scott at 03/20/2003 07:08:50 PM ] [ link ] [ 9 responses ]
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there are better things i could think of doing at 2.39a on a wednesday morning in march rather than sitting at work.
on the plus side, my wednesday work day will be over that much sooner, and i am now nearing expert status in the art of networking hospital ultrasound equipment. what more could you ask for?
shoot me now.
[ posted by scott at 03/12/2003 05:41:14 AM ] [ link ] [ 8 responses ]
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pxl repairs
for all the pxl2000 people out there: i just found a tech board that seems to have a good deal of information:
could be a good resource. i found a couple posts with information on people that can do repairs as well.
warning: there are pop ups a plenty
[ posted by scott at 01/28/2003 06:03:09 PM ] [ link ] [ 7 responses ]
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the aural roadmap
the proverbial they say that scents are often the strongest triggers of old memories, and i wouln/t be one to argue with them.
that said, personal experience has shown that strongest memories re-enter my consciousness not through my nose, but my ears. my first strong musical memory dates back to 1982, where as a young nine year old, my older neighbors cornered me and demanded to know whether i listened to 'rock' or 'soul'. i was terrified - i didn/t know what either one was, and i didn/t want to sound like a complete idiot. i must have mumbled 'rock' under my breath, since i wasn/t beaten to a pulp and was allowed to hang out with them after the incident.
a few short years later, i took delivery of my first two records: def leppard/s 'pyromania' and pink floyd/s 'the wall'. the def leppard was easily explainable, as i had an older cousin who had the album. 'the wall', however, is still a bit of a mystery, as i don/t know how an 11 year old listening to that album flew in my mom/s house. to this day, pink floyd is a very meaningful band to me, and i have a syd barrett tattoo to show for it.
1985. i was twelve, and still having to do the custody visits at my dad/s house every other weekend. i hated it, and tended to stick to my room, where i had a panasonic boombox and whatever bad stations it could rip out of the air with its crappy little antenna. i/d spend hours sitting with my finger on the 'record' button, waiting for that one precise moment. you probably remember it - that split second between when the dj would stop talking and the song would finally begin. too quick, and you/d get casey kasem reading some sappy story. too slow and you/d miss valuable seconds of the song and be forced to wait another hour until it was repeated.
in my room i sat, awaiting recording perfection to fall into my lap. finally, after failure upon failure, mix tape nirvana was achieved. i had captured a clean copy of falco's 'rock me amadeus' backed with don henley's 'boys of summer'. it was my shining moment, and i listened to that tape for what seemed like months on end. play, rewind, play, rewind. i was no longer stuck in a small room at the back of my dad/s house against my will. me and my twelve year old imagination were free to wander wherever i wanted us to be.
as i grew older, things changed. my life was changed forever when, in the tenth grade, i was handed a clash/english beat mix tape. i discovered a world outside the radio-friendly top 40, and i haven/t looked back since. and while the musical choices of my youth may not have been all that impressive in my before-clash/english beat (bc/eb?) days, they were at least simple.
all that changed with the introduction of the female to my music listening experience. for better or worse, i started associating entire bands and artists to girls that meant anything to me. i guess it/s nothing new for a couple to have their 'song', but i made an art of taking it one step further. i/d give the girl the artist. for lisa*, it was the stone roses. for jenny*, sigur ros. whenever i hear ned/s atomic dustbin i/m taken back to utah in the early 90's and shawntel. angella had james taylor, and dawn had nick cave. they all had someone.
that is, they nearly all had someone. strange as it may be, i wouldn/t allow myself to give certain girls the music. i suppose it/s some twisted meter of my seriousness about the relationship. certain relationships i/ve had were doomed to fail from the beginning, and i usually knew this from the start, whether it was conscious or not. and as music is close to sacred to me, i wouldn/t allow them to have it. i knew it would outlast them. and when the inevitable end would arrive, i didn/t want to have a painful reminder of them every time i listened to the music.
looking back on it, not only have i failed to give certain girls the music, i/ve also tended to be selfish with the music i did give. stone roses, sigur ros, ned/s atomic dustbin: these are all bands that they liked and i discovered as a result. they weren/t mine to give in the first place. and maybe there/s something in that...
i have never given any girlfriend syd barrett. i have never given any girlfriend bob dylan, albert king, woody guthrie, or the pixies. i/ve never allowed myself to share willie nelson or johnny cash. robert johnson or blind willie johnson. i/d like to think it/s not because i don/t want to, but rather the right one hasn/t come along who i feel would appreciate the gesture, strange as it may be.
because in the end, music is me, and i am the music. and until that 'one' comes along, i/ll be waiting in my room with my finger on the record button.
* names changed to protect the guilty
[ posted by scott at 01/23/2003 02:23:01 AM ] [ link ] [ 19 responses ]
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exploits in pigment
i/ve always wanted to try my hand at painting. i/ve had oils and an easel for well over a year, but never made an attempt to do anything with them. this was partially because i knew that my first attempts would most likely be utter failures, and i/m not one for failure. finally i decided that doing nothing to avoid failing was far worse than any painting disaster i may encounter.
in my down time for the holidays, i made my first attempt at creating something with paint and brush. i decided to go with acrylics instead of oils - i figured it wouldn/t really matter either way, since i had absolutely no idea what i was doing, but with acrylics at least i could get the disasters over with more quickly.
the end product is the result of about 25 or so hours of making and correcting mistakes, figuring out how to mix colors, which brushes i got along with (flat #3) and which i were at war with (nearly the rest), spilling water jars and cleaning up the resulting mess, cursing myself for trying this then remembering why i wanted to do it, freaking out over having to attempt to replicate the script, and finally doing a bit of painting.
i should mention that the picture above is in black in white, but the painting is not. i want to save a little surprise for when the unwitting model makes her way back to this side of the country. if you/re interested in seeing the original photo i used as a 'model', click here.
as always, there are little (and larger) things that i/d like to do differently next time. but overall, i/m not too terribly disappointed. in the end, it/s all part of the learning experience.
willie nelson was with me at the start of this journey, followed by johnny cash, the ink spots, and finally bob dylan.
[ posted by scott at 01/06/2003 05:16:53 AM ] [ link ] [ 15 responses ]
