Employee of the Month
Sitting having a cigarette yesterday I tried to make a mental list off all the jobs that I’ve ever had. By job, I mean anything that I ever actually got paid to do. So volunteer work didn’t count. This is the list I came up with but dammit I know there are some things that I’m forgetting. What’s your past job list?

Minneapolis Public School Teacher
House painter
Snow shoveler
Musician
Documentary film maker
Child and Adolescent Treatment Specialist
Barista
Concessions Manager at a bingo hall
Graphic Designer
Creative Director (start up dot com/bomb)
Caterer
House Cleaner
Assistant summer school custodian
Camp Counselor
General Manager (college radio station)
Retail sales (book store, comic book shop)
Researcher
Tour Guide (mexico)
Computer consultant
Bike messenger (portland)
Dishwasher
Tele-marketer (lasted only one day!)
Small Business Owner

I think if I had to pick a favorite (besides my current gig) it would be the job at the ‘Pot O’ Gold’ bingo hall. That shit was the best job evah. Also of note is that ‘blogger’ does not appear on this list.

Sounds Of Drag

Pad My Life In Bubblewrap
Damn The Jeffersons and their unyielding theme song!! Why must that exuberant anthem of American Prosperity broadcast itself on my inner brain’s hi-fi system repetitively, like the time 93 FM switched over to the ‘EDGE’ and played R.E.M’s ‘It’s the end of the world as we know it’ for 24 hours straight? The answer must lie somewhere in all these moving boxes and the large rolls of bubble wrap that lie about the house like clear futuristic reproductions of those elephant turd hay bails.

Packing for the move out west has begun in earnest. This weekend I made a ‘resolve of elimination’ and broke ground on sorting through a lifetime of acquisitions in the hopes of narrowing down my trapping to only ‘essential items’. The garage sale is set for this Saturday (one day only!!). Come on down and rummage through my back catalog.

We took a break from packing long enough to watch the swell documentary about competitive scrabble. Word Wars captures one of America’s most nerdy sub-cultures ever. My favorite scene from the film takes place in the lobby of some hotel that is hosting a scrabble competition. A group of scrabble geeks are sitting on the floor, situated around a board that holds a completed game. They are attempting to do some kind of post-mortem on how the game was played out. The level of nerd power crescendos to alarming levels while a befuddled bride dressed in a white wedding gown watches in horror in the distance. She is no doubt trying to find the words that she will use to chastise her wedding planner for placing her reception in the same hotel as the scrabblers.

Also got out to see my brother’s Ska band, the Secondhand Ska Kings, Saturday night at the Red Sea. It was good to see my Melodica getting used for it’s pure Plato purpose. After the Skankin’, J.G. and I went over to the Viking and caught a couple sets by Pop Wagner ‘The Renaissance Cowboy’. Pop Wagner plays some serious old skool Harry Smith type folk music. Pop wears a sweet wide brim topper that would make Curious George’s ‘The Man with The Yellow Hat’ jealous. A great night on the West Bank. I think that one block/intersection of the West Bank is the closest thing Minneapolis has to New York City. You had the whole Minnesota ska community out, there was old time country music a block away and in between there was the bike punk posse holding open-air acoustical jams with east african onlookers. Only a few yards away an epic asian wedding reception was rollicking along in one of the larger asian restaurants.

Ranch Roof

Ranch Electric

Ranch Dry Rot

Ranch Inspection
God bless the world wide interweb. Not only were we able to pay for our home inspection using Pay Pal, but we also received our Home Inspection Report via the web. Purchasing a home long distance has been a lot easier than I thought.

Thankfully, the ranch inspection results went pretty well. Not necessarily a clean bill of health, but nothing life threatening or enough to make us withdraw our offer. The roof was one of my biggest concerns as it’s almost impossible to see it from the road. Here the report says: “Roof covering looks very good.  Replacement appears recent and well done.” Whoop Whoop!

The problems that we’ll have to deal with sometime soon after we move in are: 1) The chimney needs to be cleaned before we can blaze up the fireplace, 2) some electrical work is old and needs replaced and, 3) There is a small bit of dry rot under a couple pieces of siding on the back exterior.

Both the realtor and the inspector agree that the although the ranch was well lived in, it wasn’t necessarily well loved. Obviously, I got mad love for the Ranch. Things are going to change.

Met with a potential financial advisor last night. What a trip. The guy was a straight up Glenngarry Glen Ross huckster! Seriously dude, if you say shit like, “I can guarantee you that I am better than 99.9% of all Financial Advisors out there”, and, AND you have a serious, very earnest look upon your visage when you do mumble this trite cliche, well then, I’m going to have a laugh and never trust my hard earned greenbacks to you.

The Wretchedness of My Oculus

Aye. My eye balls feel like they’ve been rubbed hard with sand and broken glass after my first full day back behind the compu-monitor. I want one of those industrial eye washes that we used to have in the back room of Mr. Jensen’s science class. A 30 psi flow rate is the only thing that can help my ailing peepers now. My eye’s almost popped out of head and ran away after I accidentally viewed this horrific, night-of-the-living-dead photo of Shane Mac Gowan. Shane. Baby. They’re called dentures. Get some!

The cats are currently fighting over napping rights on my bike messenger bag. Not sure why, but as of yesterday when I set it down on the couch, it has become the hottest ticket in the house. They claw at one another like a couple catty Real World girls for a chance to lounge on velcro and nylon.

Top Five Recommended Items (from readers) for Additions to The Skelton Ranch:

1. Skate Ramp
2. Badminton net in back lawn
3. Sunken hot tub in the patio
4. A stripper pole in the great room!
5. Bear skin rugs in front of fireplace

Dragons

600 Dynamite

Summer Dynamite
Best purchase from Portland came from the Adidas store where I scored these dragons on the cheap. Something about the old skool materials or the thin body of the shoe – I’m not sure, but lacing them up for the first time took me back to buying sneakers as a kid at Donalds on Payne Avenue in Saint Paul.

The second image comes from the CD insert for 600% Dynamite. I’m already in balls-to-the-wall reduction mode around the house in preparation for “Manifest Destiny: Journey Out
West ’05. Everything must go! I don’t want to move shit. Garage Sale coming very soon. One of the boldest moves I’ve made so far is the entire elimination of all CD jewel cases. And boy were there a lot of them. About two years ago I took all my CD’s out of the cases and put them in a catalog of easy to move 200 page CD books. But I hung onto the jewel boxes and liner notes. The thought of hauling all those boxes of empty plastic with just the back inserts overwhelmed me so I got a couple boxes like these, filled them with the CD inserts and then ceremoniously tossed the extra plastic refuse.

My apologies to all the artists who spent many hours painstakingly laying out the back CD tray art. Also, to those artists who went to the trouble to make special elaborate packaging and cardboard cases – all that shit went bye bye.

Now all of this is very well and good but does me not a lick of good when it comes to the thousands of LP’s that must be moved. I ain’t about to throw the record sleeves away. I’m pretty much doomed in this department unless some wiz kid over at M.I.T. can whip out a Teleporter by months end.

July Fourth around here consisted of watching the neighbors brother run around in the dark wearing dual head lamps and handling a propane torch to light fuses. Their firework extravaganza lasted about a half hour. The wind was blowing just right and our house was enveloped by a sulfuric blue cloud for about an hour. God Bless America!

Frewing Wedding

Skelton Ranch

Skelton Ranch

A Frewing Wedding and A Skelton Ranch

What a difference a week makes. My best friend is married and Team Skelton now owns a home in Portland Oregon. It blows my mind just to write that.

We arrived in Portland last Friday. Friday night was a nice metal music tinged bachelor party for the Good Doctor. Even tho YOB called in sick to their performance at Sabala’s, the evening was still full Metal. Saturday culminated in a small backyard BBQ groom’s dinner. Sunday was the wedding day, a fine early morning affair up in the Southwest hills. The rain held out until 20 minutes after 3pm, just as the brunch style reception was wrapping up at the Portland Golf Club. Congratulations and cheers to both Amy and Dirk on their marriage.

By Sunday afternoon the misses and I were pretty wiped out from all the wedding festivities. We returned to Dirk and Amy’s house, where we would be spending the next week house sitting as they enjoyed their honeymoon in Maui. Unfortunately resting was not in the cards for Team Skelton. You see, we had come out to Portland for two very specific reasons. They were: 1) celebrate the wedding of Dirk and Amy (done), and 2) buy a home in Portland Oregon (not done). With the celebrating and merriment fresh in our hearts and minds, we needed to now focus our energies on looking for, finding, and purchasing a house in Portland. We had one week to do so – starting Sunday night and ending the following Friday.

We rallied enough Sunday night to go poke around some neighborhoods and to look at listings online. We were warned and we were somewhat ready for an absolutely insane housing market in Portland. The reality of which set in fast as we quickly realized how much house we could afford and where we could and could not afford to purchase a home. By Monday morning we had a ton of listings from our realtor and from our own research to go scout out. We covered a ton of ground that day – Southeast, Northeast, Southwest; we were pilling on the miles to our rented Buick Rendezvous. We drove around until it was pitch black out and we couldn’t see any of the houses anymore. Monday we were doing all drive-byes, getting a good feel for neighborhoods and the different styles of homes. There were a couple homes that we marked that we would try and get into the next day but we didn’t see anything we were gaga over yet. At the end of Monday spirits were still high.

Tuesday we finally got together and met our realtor *Superstar*. We spent the bulk of the day going into homes in Southeast Portland. I quickly learned that one of the things that can immediately turn you off to a home is the smell. There are two kinds of smells that rank homes take on. One is sour and is produced by any bad combination of dogs, cats (and cat pee), other animals, human B.O., rotting food, smoke, and mold. The other is sweet and is usually produced by an ambitious realtor or homeowner who tries to mask the other scents of a home with an insanely overpowering air freshener. The end result of either of these is horrible gagging on the part of a potential buyer and the inability to look past your stinky-ass house! We encountered a lot of this. Other turn-offs included, huge terrible stains on rugs and window curtains, the absence of any appliances, large holes in sheet rock, stairs that were on an almost vertical incline, homes that had neighbors with cars and other assorted machinery parked in the lawn, and upper level floors that, at my height, were impossible for me to stand up straight in. Also a big turn off was about every house we looked at that was constructed after 1970. Especially the 80’s. Seriously, what the fuck happened in the 80’s? Vinyl siding and fake brass fixtures are the work of the Devil after he has snorted ten lines of coke and given you a lecture on the benefits of Reganomics.

Tuesday was a total bust. By the end of the day morale was sinking. Luckily we took a much needed break that night and powered up with friends over fresh delicious sushi. After an intense and long gorging, spirits were back up and resolve was returned to 100%.

Wednesday I felt was the make it or break it day. Our realtor warned us that not much else comes on the market after Wednesday so it was time for the heavens to shine down upon us. An early morning online check of the new listings saw two good possibilities in Southwest Portland. We decided to do a cursory drive by of these two properties before we headed down to the realtors office. We drove by and they both had a lot of potential. Excitement grew. We were just about to head to the realtor’s office when she called and said a new listing had just popped up on Southwest Alfred Street- go drive by it. We did. At first I was skeptical, It looked newer, possibly 70’s, and it looked like it might have vinyl siding. But it was in a very cute neighborhood. Their also wasn’t a for sale sign up yet so we didn’t know if we had the right place or not.

We drove down to the realtor to plan out the day. We thought it a good move to go back up to Southwest to look at the two we had driven by earlier in the day. The realtor asked about the Alfred house and we kinda said, ‘maybe’. Then she said pictures of the Alfred house had just been posted. We took a look at ’em. We were into ’em!! It was actually built in 1957, the siding was wood. The pictures were very enticing. We decided that we would go look at all three houses but start with the Alfred house.

As we pulled up the Alfred house for the second time (around 11am) someone was just putting up the For Sale sign. We toured the house. It had a great open floor plan with nice vaulted wood ceilings and wood beams. For good and ill much of the home is in it’s original state. Very mid-century modern. Built to allow a lot of interplay between the outside and inside. It was very bright and well lit with natural light. The upper level had hardwoods floors throughout. After about ten minutes we knew this was the house. It was better than anything we had hoped to find and it was within our price range. The realtor reminded us again that we had better move fast, this house wasn’t going to last long. We were the first to look at the house but there would certainly be more coming by that afternoon. So we decided to not even go look at the other two possibilities and return to the realtors office to draw up an offer. At about 3:30pm the offer was complete and faxed over to the seller’s realtor. Our offer expired at 9pm that night. Hopefully we would hear something before then. The waiting game began. We returned to Dirk and Amy’s home and paced around the house and yard for about two and a half hours before our realtor called with the good news that the offer had been accepted!!!!!!!!!!! We shook our booties. There was even some high-fiving! Oh happy day. The house was ours! It wasn’t even on the market for eight hours, which is about par for the Portland housing market right now. Our realtor also told us that there were multiple offers on the house that day but ours was first.

*Sigh*

And that was that. It took less time than we thought and we got a home that was truly a dream. Of course the house isn’t ours yet…it still needs to pass an inspection and we have to get all the financing and stuff in place. I’m confident on all fronts but you never know. For now, I’m thinking only good thoughts.

With the housing situation wrapped up we actually got a chance to relax and hang out with friends for the rest of the week. If all goes according to plan we will close on the house July 29th. The hardwoods need to be refinished before we move in (the house is currently vacant), so our projected moving date will be sometime around mid-August. Whole. Eee. Crap. That means a lot of work to do in a very short period of time. Keep your fingers crossed for us. Hopefully you will be coming to visit us in the new Skelton Ranch. Flickr set photos of the Skelton Ranch. Google satellite map of property. Portland Map break down of the Alfred house.

By the by, Alfred Street has to be one of the worst street names ever. Also, we discovered architectural blueprints of the ranch in addition to tons of plans that were drawn out for additions to the house. All the plans were drawn up by a Portland Architect named Clive Kienle back in 1963, None of the additional builds were ever done. Some of those plans are included in the flickr photo set. I couldn’t find anything online about the architect but I would love to track him down if he’s still alive and talk about the house. Perhaps we’ll be able to see the plans through to completion.

And Then The Sky Turned Green
An apocalyptic storm blew through town yesterday, leaving an alarming path of destruction in its wake. Our garden looks like Sasquatch decided to play Dance Dance Revolution on our tomatoes and baby lettuce. Down the road two trees were felled, one on each side of the street. They both fell across the street and sat parallel to one another. In between the fallen trees stood a motorcycle that remained unscathed. Had the rider parked his hog one foot further in either direction it would have been annihilated. The whole storm lasted about 35 minutes. The strib has a nice photo gallery of the event.

James Frey, author of the amazing minimalist addiction memoir, Million Little Pieces will be at the B&N in the Galleria this Thursday to read from his new work My Friend Leonard. Can’t wait to read the new one.

Also, coolness can be found in these Ben Sherman all-Vegan Compton Sneaker.

And, a few highlights from the new Harper’s Index:

Annual cost of all sixteen U.N. peacekeeping missions currently underway: $3,870,000,000.”

“Monthly cost of the U.S. occupation of Iraq: $4,100,000,000”

“Amount a Chinese online gamer made last year by selling a virtual sword he had borrowed from a friend: $850”

“Months later that the friend retaliated by stabbing him to death with a real knife: 6

Bad Skelton
With total disregard for the high standing moral code that we Skelton’s are known to live by, I am saddened to bring to you this bizarre and tragic story from the Star Tribune. Seems troubled Jeffrey Skelton took the law into his own hands yesterday and murdered the guy his wife was having an affair with. Even stranger, Mr Skelton then called WCCO radio and spoke with a reporter there in an attempt to give his side of the story (audio). From the sound of it, he was having a really bad Fathers Day. But that’s no excuse. I assure you, a true Skelton would be above this type of simpleton act. As a high ranking executive in the Skelton Clan myself, I would like to make clear to everyone that Jeffrey Skelton will be stripped of his name and excommunicated with no further representative powers. Feel free to throw stones…or tomatoes.

Reception Fashion

Reception Fashion
Going through the first round of photos from our party of June 3rd, I was struck by the number of great garments people wore. I decided to make a little swatch collage here to document some of the colors and patterns that were present.