It’s weird. I’ve played music in front of thousands of people (not a lot; mostly I’ve played music in front of, like, two dozens of people), and not been too nervous. I’ve done readings. I’ve interviewed a few people whose mere presence has probably caused some of their fans to pass out. I’ve sat on panels. But TV, particularly LIVE TV, always freaks me out.
I’ve been in a few news segments over the years, usually pimping local music or talking about tech in front of an audience that probably finds instant messaging an alien and terrifying concept. And it tends to make me anxious, to some degree or other. The last time I was on Tampa Bay’s WTSP morning show Studio 10 — which I visited again last Thursday to pimp Creative Loafing’s “Meet the Brewers” cover story — was probably four or five years ago, and I think I gave better TV, because I was calmer; I was also, honestly, significantly hungover that time, and more preoccupied with being conscious in general than being on TV specifically.
In any case, click through to witness my stammering, panic attack-y appearance on morning TV. The crew and hosts were very nice. (Rebecca was embarrassed that I didn’t have time for a haircut beforehand.)
About a ton of local breweries/brewpubs have opened in the Tampa Bay area and surrounding West Central Florida region, and like an idiot I decided I could cover all or most of them.
That, of course, didn’t end up happening, but I did speak/hang/drink beer with the brewers for a baker’s dozen of area craft breweries. It was exhausting, but also a blast, and I discovered that the people that actually make the beer — write the recipes, fill the tanks, taste the results and repeat until they’re satisfied — are as passionate about their own particular balance of art and craftsmanship as any other creatives out there. They’re the kind of people who would do it for free, and get more out of seeing someone enjoy the fruits of their labor than most “professionals” could possibly understand.
Here’s the link to the landing page, with related to links to each of the brewers. The individual interview links are after the break.
One of our dogs, Bentley, looks like a cross between a crotchety old man and Falcor fromThe NeverEnding Story. Which is perfect, because, while he’s loving and clever, he’s also moody and stubborn.
We’re not sure what Bentley’s backstory is, but it made him smart and independent and pretty damned sure he’s not gonna do what he doesn’t want to do. It’s a bit like I’m Clarice Starling living with a furry little Hannibal Lecter — I understand that he respects me to a point, in an amused sort of way, but I still don’t go to sleep until I know he’s asleep.
And sometimes he’s faking.
Bentley currently has an eye infection. Giving him eyedrops is roughly akin to trying to pull your wedding ring out of the sink drain while a blindfolded psychopath plays with the switch for the disposal, listening and sensing your movements and different tricks … and learning. If I don’t mix it up constantly, I’m gonna lose some fingers.
This happened a few weeks ago; I got busy with other crap, and forgot to post it here. Anyway, it’s called Rage, and it doesn’t really rage enough, per se. Here’s the review. Long story short: Diehard Cage fans will probably find some reasons to dig it, but it’s really just not a very good movie — nor is it bad enough to qualify for so-bad-it’s-good status.
St. Petersburg, Florida plays host to one of the largest Pride events in the nation, and I couldn’t be prouder to call this town my home. Rebecca and I have attended St. Pete Pride, separately and together, for years, and it’s always inspiring to be a part of a community celebrating itself, as it has every right to do.
(My main employer is also a sponsor of St. Pete Pride, and I’m very happy to be working with a group of people so passionate about equality.)
Here’s the column I wrote for CL’s Pride Issue. It’s about why every straight person in town with an open mind should attend, not only because it’s a great party and it’s very cool to be an ally to your LGBT community, but because chances are you’re already a part of that community, extended or otherwise.
St. Pete Pride was a couple of weeks ago and, yes, it was an absoluteblast.