The Wily Filipino

The Weekend.

I was in a coffee shop (drinking a pint of Widmer Hefeweizen, of course) Saturday afternoon when No Doubt's cover of Talk Talk's "It's My Life" came on -- a cover that I actually rather like. (I told Karen this once and her response was "Oh my God," in the same tones as if she had discovered that I was a Bush supporter or something.) Despite Karen's run-in with a younger Gwen Stefani -- too bad it doesn't end with Gwen eating dust bunnies, but it's a great story nonetheless -- I'm not taking it back, even if it sounds like heresy: it's really not so bad. At least think of it this way: I bet Mark Hollis got a nice chunk of royalties for it, and if this enables him to make another Laughing Stock, then so be it.

Saturday at Fringale was Asian-Women-With-Their-White-Boyfriends Night. No wonder it's so hard to get a date around here.

Then it was off to the Clinic show at Slim's. I had been warned by someone that they perform in scrubs and masks, but I refused to believe it until I saw it. Great show, but it was mostly indistinguishable post-punk pummeling. (Best part: the opening act Autolux, who sounded like a nice mix of MBV and SY.) Then I ran into my student Irene on the sidewalk: luckily I was still coherent!

(To Barb and Darren: Gatorade and Tums worked like a charm!)

Saw this Friday, in the first floor men's bathroom of the recently-renamed Ethnic Studies / Psychology building:

(You can't see it very well in the photo, but someone had scrawled "Who dat?" on top of Carlos Bulosan's spray-painted head -- that makes two things the underpaid custodian will have to paint over.)

I have the urge to caption it "If You Want To Know What We Are, We Are Revolution!" but irony comes so cheap nowadays.

And last of all -- always the best part of my weekends:

Izzy blows a raspberry...

...and admires the spittle on the window.

Posted by the wily filipino at October 24, 2004 09:49 PM