parking peril

As some of you may know, Sarah and I recently moved into a new apartment. Our new building has the advantage of a parking space, though one -- not unusual in SF -- into which maneuvering is a tad difficult. Am I going to hit that other car as I back in? No, but I will certainly hit that wall! Adjust! Cut wheel! Cut the other way!

I had mastered a strategy for parking my car facing outward. Though the strategy required a fair amount of maneuvering and shifting, I felt pretty comfortable with it -- until last night. For some reason, as I was attempting to back my car into position (parellel parking style), I just could not find the right way into my slot. Now I'm convinced I'll never be able to do it again. I'm even thinking of going down right now to practice. How sad.

Of course, not being as skeptical as others are towards the offerings of psychoanalytic theory, I'm assuming many deeply entrenched anxieties about my adequacy as a man, as a driver, as a human being, as a husband, as a father-to-be, as a singer, as a teacher, as a citizen, as one in charge of his own hygeine (sp?), and as a member of the human community are a the root of my parking failure. Any thoughts?

latest kiss show

Hey everyone,

Here's a photo from Destroyer at Bourbon Street in Concord Friday June 2. We'll be playing the Eagle in SF, along with Screaming for Vengeance (the Priest band I sing in) June 15.

Rock on you maniax