Traded in some dvds for some cds at Newbury Comics yesterday. I was looking to pick up a couple of Everly Brothers albums I was having difficulty locating practically everywhere else, and a particular Merle Haggard album. I was also looking to get an old Kraftwerk cd, too. I struck out on all counts. I did, however score on other fronts: I picked up a Fleet Foxes Ep, an old radio broadcast by the Stanley Brothers, The Gun Club's first record, one by Lightnin' Hopkins, and a different Merle Haggard cd than the one I was looking for. All under thirty bucks. Most of the cds were ridiculously cheap and with my trade-ins, I actually got some money back.
Managed to squeeze in a run yesterday, though the rain made an appearance midway through, making the whole affair soggier. It was a good run; the high energy of the Gun Club injected a spring in my step and the rain wasn't entirely unwelcome; it took away some of the uncomfortable mugginess that had been managing to sap me of some of my motivation.
Today's a good day to bunker down and immerse myself in a book. I just picked up Deepak Chopra's Life After Death: The Burden Of Proof, a book I heard about from reading the transcript of a debate between Chopra and Michael Shermer from Skeptic magazine concerning the veracity of the claims Chopra makes in the book. Shermer, who I recall is an atheist or at least an agnostic, made some intriguing points, but Chopra made such an informed, intelligent, and powerfully written rebuttal that I determined I'd pick up his book the next time I was near a book store. I've read a couple of his books in the past and enjoyed them, so I'm fairly confident I'll be pleased with this one. I think I need a book like this right now.
I've had the house to myself for most of this weekend, which hardly ever occurs. Craig's off at the Baseball Hall of Fame and Rich, in a rare turn of events, has been out and about. It's not that different, actually, them being gone --- I didn't all of a sudden take off my clothes and scurry around the house yelping about freedom, but sometimes it does feel nice having te place to yourself.
To return to the subject of reading, I've noticed over the last year or so that my attention span while reading has shrunk considerably . Something I suspected, but didn't pursue, was the notion that the way we navigate the internet has changed the way we approach books. I just came across this article ---- http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200807/google --- that illustrates pretty convincingly that there may be some truth to the notion. Check it out, especially if you've had the same experience that I've had.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tiny Tim, the tight rope walker, tried to steal the drag queen's daughter
I was going to brave the elements and go for a run, but in the end decided it wouldn't be worth it. I don't like deviating from my routine, mostly because if I do so it's more difficult to get back on track, but going for a run in the pouring rain through the streets of Somerville at peak traffic borders on stupidity. And tomorrow doesn't look to be any better, so I'll have to make the best of this forced inactivity. Maybe I'll do some yoga, instead.
Glad we didn't elect to go camping this weekend. Mike, Luke Warm, and I have been planning a trip to Vermont and, if weather permits, we'll be going soon. I've always wanted to go in the fall, especially to the place we usually go, but it never happened. Until now. It'll probably be a little chilly at night, but that's what blankets are for. I can't wait. Come join us --- the more the merrier!
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Before I left work today, Jeff asked me to stick around for a few minutes so that we could talk. Even though I've been busier there of late, performing different aspects of the job, I wondered if they were going to let me go anyway. Well, now's the time to do it, at the end of the work week, I thought. Another part of me, however, wondered if, rather than being laid off, I'd be offered more hours and a different position. Laurie, the only person there who seemed to dislike me, didn't come to work all week and, according to Deb, my source of gossip, she wasn't going to be coming back. That meant someone would need to do her job, and that someone, I figured, could be me.
So when I sat with Marcy and Jeff in his office, I wasn't sure which way the meeting would go. As it happened, Jeff offered me more hours and a different position. I would be doing more administrative work ---invoicing, emailing clients, scanning documents, etc. --- and would only be doing document research, the work I'd been doing, only if we were really behind.
I accepted the new position and increased hours gladly. Though I was efficient at it, doc. research was starting to be kind of a drag, especially lately, when there wasn't much of it to do. I like being busy, and the work I've gradually switched to over the last couple of weeks is constant.
I left work pleased at the new development. I'd been concerned about the job, whether it would stay part much longer or whether, because of lack of work, I'd be laid off. And, with the knowledge that my unemployment checks won't be forthcoming for too much longer, I realized I would need to get a new job if I couldn't get more hours at this one. I'm breathing a little easier now.
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Okay, I'm off to Mara's. We're going to get some dinner and catch up. I haven't seen her in a while. Ciao!
Glad we didn't elect to go camping this weekend. Mike, Luke Warm, and I have been planning a trip to Vermont and, if weather permits, we'll be going soon. I've always wanted to go in the fall, especially to the place we usually go, but it never happened. Until now. It'll probably be a little chilly at night, but that's what blankets are for. I can't wait. Come join us --- the more the merrier!
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Before I left work today, Jeff asked me to stick around for a few minutes so that we could talk. Even though I've been busier there of late, performing different aspects of the job, I wondered if they were going to let me go anyway. Well, now's the time to do it, at the end of the work week, I thought. Another part of me, however, wondered if, rather than being laid off, I'd be offered more hours and a different position. Laurie, the only person there who seemed to dislike me, didn't come to work all week and, according to Deb, my source of gossip, she wasn't going to be coming back. That meant someone would need to do her job, and that someone, I figured, could be me.
So when I sat with Marcy and Jeff in his office, I wasn't sure which way the meeting would go. As it happened, Jeff offered me more hours and a different position. I would be doing more administrative work ---invoicing, emailing clients, scanning documents, etc. --- and would only be doing document research, the work I'd been doing, only if we were really behind.
I accepted the new position and increased hours gladly. Though I was efficient at it, doc. research was starting to be kind of a drag, especially lately, when there wasn't much of it to do. I like being busy, and the work I've gradually switched to over the last couple of weeks is constant.
I left work pleased at the new development. I'd been concerned about the job, whether it would stay part much longer or whether, because of lack of work, I'd be laid off. And, with the knowledge that my unemployment checks won't be forthcoming for too much longer, I realized I would need to get a new job if I couldn't get more hours at this one. I'm breathing a little easier now.
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Okay, I'm off to Mara's. We're going to get some dinner and catch up. I haven't seen her in a while. Ciao!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Look at the sky, look at the river, isn't it good?
Not a bad day, though my wallet is certainly lighter after paying for some repairs to my car. I was busy at work and loved it. When things were ultra slow, the day dragged and it was a chore trying to look busy. Today, I had things to do right up until I left.
Deb's having a jewelry party at her house tonight, and most of the women I work with will be in attendance. She told me she didn't invite me because this was to be a more "girlie affair" than a regular get together. I told her not to worry, but that I may end up crashing the thing. I actually wouldn't mind seeing my coworkers outside of work. I just found out that Ellen, the spitfire suburban Republican, can drink like a sailor on shore leave and, according to Deb, most likely smokes a little ganja. Man, maybe I should crash the get together --- I may be missing out on some shenanigans.
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My Uncle Stan is in rough shape according to my mother. Ever since I can remember, he's always had a cigarette going. Well, he's paid the piper over the last year or two by having a lung removed and losing most of his ability to function. He's in the hospital now as they try to figure out why his health is deteriorating so rapidly. My mother suspects a brain tumor; whatever it is, it doesn't look like something he'll easily bounce back from. I wish him well.
My grandmother is in the hospital, too. Her stay, however, will be brief, and she should be coming home tomorrow. She went because she sometimes gets a flutter in her heart and it scares her. She's doing well, though, and even though she's twenty years older than him, she's a lot more hale than Stan.
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It's a rare occasion when I'll turn on the TV these days. Well, I do use it quite a bit, but only to watch dvds. I tried watching some the other day, and spent most of the ten minutes I had it on flipping the channels trying to find something good. I think it's safe to say that almost every thing on TV is shit. There's a massive amount of "so called" reality programming, that from what I can garner, really, really, really, plays to the lowest common denominator. Fortunately, when I had it on the other day, I caught a WKRP marathon in progress. That balanced things out a bit.
And there's this fucking Jon and Kate Plus Eight show that, for whatever reason, is on whenever I chance to watch a little TV. What pisses me off about it is that it sucks me in. These people annoy me so much, but I find myself devoting an alarming amount of time to it when I see that it's on. I guess I'll just have to buy the dvds; I don't know what else to do. Damn you, Jon and Kate Plus Eight!
Deb's having a jewelry party at her house tonight, and most of the women I work with will be in attendance. She told me she didn't invite me because this was to be a more "girlie affair" than a regular get together. I told her not to worry, but that I may end up crashing the thing. I actually wouldn't mind seeing my coworkers outside of work. I just found out that Ellen, the spitfire suburban Republican, can drink like a sailor on shore leave and, according to Deb, most likely smokes a little ganja. Man, maybe I should crash the get together --- I may be missing out on some shenanigans.
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My Uncle Stan is in rough shape according to my mother. Ever since I can remember, he's always had a cigarette going. Well, he's paid the piper over the last year or two by having a lung removed and losing most of his ability to function. He's in the hospital now as they try to figure out why his health is deteriorating so rapidly. My mother suspects a brain tumor; whatever it is, it doesn't look like something he'll easily bounce back from. I wish him well.
My grandmother is in the hospital, too. Her stay, however, will be brief, and she should be coming home tomorrow. She went because she sometimes gets a flutter in her heart and it scares her. She's doing well, though, and even though she's twenty years older than him, she's a lot more hale than Stan.
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It's a rare occasion when I'll turn on the TV these days. Well, I do use it quite a bit, but only to watch dvds. I tried watching some the other day, and spent most of the ten minutes I had it on flipping the channels trying to find something good. I think it's safe to say that almost every thing on TV is shit. There's a massive amount of "so called" reality programming, that from what I can garner, really, really, really, plays to the lowest common denominator. Fortunately, when I had it on the other day, I caught a WKRP marathon in progress. That balanced things out a bit.
And there's this fucking Jon and Kate Plus Eight show that, for whatever reason, is on whenever I chance to watch a little TV. What pisses me off about it is that it sucks me in. These people annoy me so much, but I find myself devoting an alarming amount of time to it when I see that it's on. I guess I'll just have to buy the dvds; I don't know what else to do. Damn you, Jon and Kate Plus Eight!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
And the grass won't pay no mind
What a day. When I got in my car after work, it wouldn't start. I was hoping all I needed was a jump, but when I saw the puddle of engine coolant under my car, I knew it wouldn't be that simple. I called Triple A and braced myself for a long wait.
I went back into the office and asked Jeff if he'd ever gone to garage a little up the block from us and if so, were they reputable. He said everyone in the office had gotten their cars fixed there at one point or another, but mostly because of the location. He then said "C'mon", and we walked over to the garage. He called over the owner(?) and explained my situation to him, adding that I'm an employee of his and should be treated well.
The guy, George was his name, eagerly accompanied me to my car to assess the situation. I was duly impressed by the help I was getting so far. My good fortune remained intact when Triple-A arrived just as we got to my car. It had only been about ten or twelve minutes since I'd called them. The guy got out of his truck, attached his jumper cables to my battery, and it started immediately. He was only there about four minutes.
George asked me to drive the car over to his garage so he could check the battery and the source of the leak. When I arrived, he rapidly put the car on a lift and had one of his guys take a look at it. It only took a few minutes for the mechanic to give his diagnosis: I needed a new battery---the one I had was shit --- and I needed my engine coolant changed because mine was a thick, cruddy mess.
They went to work on the car while I returned a call to Mara. I spoke with her for about twenty minutes and when I got off the phone, it looked like my car was all set. I paid George over two hundred smackers and, as I made my way to my car, asked him if they'd fixed the leak.
"No, there was no leak. We just added new coolant", he said.
I walked over to my car and took a look beneath it. There was a steady drip of coolant --- not an encouraging sign. "That looks like a leak", I said.
"Probably just over-fill. I wanted to get you out of here quick so I didn't clean up the way I usually do", he said.
"I don't know", I said. "I mean, we saw that it had been leaking earlier, so it would stand to reason that that's what it's doing now."
"Do me a favor. Take the car around the block and come back. That should get all the over-fill to dry."
I did what he suggested and wondered why a rag wouldn't do the same trick. It was approaching five o'clock and all I wanted to do was go home. When I returned to the garage, there was still a noticeable leak, so, upon George's urging, I went for another spin around the block. When I got back, same results.
They put the car on the lift for another look and after another thirty minutes, the mechanic determined that coolant was leaking from the reservoir. Really? I would never have guessed!
I'm leaving the car with George when I get to work tomorrow so they can replace the reservoir. I figure by the end of the day, I'll have dropped between three and four hundred bills. And good timing, too, since it's nearing the end of the month and I have an unusually large amount of money I need to pay for bills.
Kind of sucks, but man, this situation could have been a lot shittier. With that in mind, I'm not too devastated over what happened and will not be taking my life this night, which means you'll have to share space with me on this planet for a while longer yet.
I went back into the office and asked Jeff if he'd ever gone to garage a little up the block from us and if so, were they reputable. He said everyone in the office had gotten their cars fixed there at one point or another, but mostly because of the location. He then said "C'mon", and we walked over to the garage. He called over the owner(?) and explained my situation to him, adding that I'm an employee of his and should be treated well.
The guy, George was his name, eagerly accompanied me to my car to assess the situation. I was duly impressed by the help I was getting so far. My good fortune remained intact when Triple-A arrived just as we got to my car. It had only been about ten or twelve minutes since I'd called them. The guy got out of his truck, attached his jumper cables to my battery, and it started immediately. He was only there about four minutes.
George asked me to drive the car over to his garage so he could check the battery and the source of the leak. When I arrived, he rapidly put the car on a lift and had one of his guys take a look at it. It only took a few minutes for the mechanic to give his diagnosis: I needed a new battery---the one I had was shit --- and I needed my engine coolant changed because mine was a thick, cruddy mess.
They went to work on the car while I returned a call to Mara. I spoke with her for about twenty minutes and when I got off the phone, it looked like my car was all set. I paid George over two hundred smackers and, as I made my way to my car, asked him if they'd fixed the leak.
"No, there was no leak. We just added new coolant", he said.
I walked over to my car and took a look beneath it. There was a steady drip of coolant --- not an encouraging sign. "That looks like a leak", I said.
"Probably just over-fill. I wanted to get you out of here quick so I didn't clean up the way I usually do", he said.
"I don't know", I said. "I mean, we saw that it had been leaking earlier, so it would stand to reason that that's what it's doing now."
"Do me a favor. Take the car around the block and come back. That should get all the over-fill to dry."
I did what he suggested and wondered why a rag wouldn't do the same trick. It was approaching five o'clock and all I wanted to do was go home. When I returned to the garage, there was still a noticeable leak, so, upon George's urging, I went for another spin around the block. When I got back, same results.
They put the car on the lift for another look and after another thirty minutes, the mechanic determined that coolant was leaking from the reservoir. Really? I would never have guessed!
I'm leaving the car with George when I get to work tomorrow so they can replace the reservoir. I figure by the end of the day, I'll have dropped between three and four hundred bills. And good timing, too, since it's nearing the end of the month and I have an unusually large amount of money I need to pay for bills.
Kind of sucks, but man, this situation could have been a lot shittier. With that in mind, I'm not too devastated over what happened and will not be taking my life this night, which means you'll have to share space with me on this planet for a while longer yet.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Baby, I want to walk you home, there's a shadow in the basement and I'm scared to sleep alone
Recorded some more vocals tonight. I think they're keepers, but it's always good to give several listens before making a final judgment. For me, several usually ends up being in the double digits, and that's because my opinion of what is good and what is not so good varies from listen to listen. Tonight, I may think what I laid down is transcendent and not to be altered, but tomorrow I may be of the utmost certainty that my vocals --- in a word --- suck. Overall, I think I'll be pleased at the final results, even if there are moments that make me cringe.
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I'm pretty sure I'm going to ask Sarah out, it's just a matter of when. I'm playing it by ear a little; she's still a bit of a mystery and, though I've had indications she'd be receptive to a courtship, there have been other indications that point to the contrary. So basically business as usual --- I'm flying blind here, but I'm taking it all in stride. One concern I had, her friendship with and resultant loyalty to Mara, has played out to be not much of a concern at all, at least on Sarah's end. If something does come out of this, though, I would want to be delicate about presenting the situation to Mara. For all I know, she'd be thrilled, but that is a dubious, at best, prospect.
Overall, I wouldn't be devastated if Sarah found the idea of seeing me distasteful; I haven't been pining over her to the detriment of my daily business, or anything, but I do like her quite bit, and I certainly find her attractive --- she has a wolfish glint in her eyes that sets me to stammer if I make eye contact with her when speaking. So, unless I'm given clear signs that she will reject me, it looks like I'll be asking her out at some point.
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I'm pretty sure I'm going to ask Sarah out, it's just a matter of when. I'm playing it by ear a little; she's still a bit of a mystery and, though I've had indications she'd be receptive to a courtship, there have been other indications that point to the contrary. So basically business as usual --- I'm flying blind here, but I'm taking it all in stride. One concern I had, her friendship with and resultant loyalty to Mara, has played out to be not much of a concern at all, at least on Sarah's end. If something does come out of this, though, I would want to be delicate about presenting the situation to Mara. For all I know, she'd be thrilled, but that is a dubious, at best, prospect.
Overall, I wouldn't be devastated if Sarah found the idea of seeing me distasteful; I haven't been pining over her to the detriment of my daily business, or anything, but I do like her quite bit, and I certainly find her attractive --- she has a wolfish glint in her eyes that sets me to stammer if I make eye contact with her when speaking. So, unless I'm given clear signs that she will reject me, it looks like I'll be asking her out at some point.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Somehow through the days I don't give in, I hide the tears that wait within
About twenty minutes ago, I backed into the driveway and saw that the door to my house was wide open. That wasn't alarming; Rich often keeps the door open to let some air into the house. I stayed in the car for a minute or two, gathering up some trash to throw away. While this was going on, I had the thought that the door to the house would be closed when I made it to the house. Why did I think this? Because Rich, despite being an otherwise normal guy, does this type of thing. I won't go into detail here, because, frankly, it would take a couple of posts to really plumb the depths of his frequently odd behavior.
Sure enough, when I got out of the car, I saw that the door was indeed closed. Could it be he didn't see my car in the driveway, even though it was only about five feet away from the door and fairly loud music was emanating from it? I think you can answer that yourself. What really irked me, was that when I attempted to open the door, it was locked. Was that some kind of point he was making? Was he playing a little prank on me? Did he worry that a burglar would take advantage of the unlocked door, make his way into the house, rape and butcher him before he made off with all his valuables, before I got out of my car? This last scenario--- and this should give you an idea of Rich's thought process --- is the most likely, in my opinion. But, that's where I'm ending this topic, because I just don't have it in me today to try and figure out the psychology behind my roommate.
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Spira threw a birthday party for Seany Boy yesterday at his place in JP and, after having some other plans fall through, I decided to attend. I picked Sarah up and we carpooled over. We only got a little lost and made it there in one piece.
It was a nice gathering. I got to meet Sean's friends, all nice people, and Luke Warm and Janelle represented from my side of the street. There was a big spread of food, only some of which I took advantage of, unfortunately. Guess I wasn't that hungry.
I had fun playing with Zico, Janelle's pooch, and at one point he managed to rip apart his plush toy chicken, removing a small clear plastic bag from it. At first it appeared to be a bag of coke, but upon closer inspection, it was apparent that it was only the little plastic button wrapped in gauze that makes the toy squeak. Even still, I jokingly accused Janelle of transporting dope and Sean, after overhearing me, came over to make sure I was kidding because his cousin, who was in attendance, was a DEA agent and probably wouldn't be thrilled at seeing a bag of dope being tossed around by a dog. It would have sucked if Z got busted.
Had a good conversation with a guy (forget his name) from Dublin. I told him I'd like to get over to the "homeland" someday and trace my roots. "Listen", he said, "All you'll have to do is announce your name and you'll be well taken care of. You'll have a lot of drinks bought for you and before you know it, you'll be a bona fide lush." Maybe I'll go to Brussells instead.
After the party, I came home and hung with Craig and discussed the recording we've been doing while listening to some Lee Perry. Later, I stepped outside to see what was going on with the neighborhood block party. Not much at all, it turned out. Lame, just like last year's party.
Know what? It's unavoidable, but I'm not thrilled over the fact that I'm the guy women pass over in favor of my other, better looking friends. It's happened so much in my life, in addition to other types of rejection, that I'm pretty much fed up and don't feel like making much of an effort with women. A defeatist attitude I suppose, but one with merit. One day, even though the odds are slim, I'd like to find myself when I'm in a situation where I'm interested in someone who is equally interested in me. Doesn't seem like a tall order, but holy fuck is it ever! Oh, well, not going to stew over this any longer. Going to listen to some Everly Brothers and maybe watch An American Werewolf In London.
Speaking of movies, I was pretty impressed with Blood Diamond. Leo Dicaprio had the performance of his carreer and should have won an Oscar, but it was enough that he was nominated. Good stuff.
Sure enough, when I got out of the car, I saw that the door was indeed closed. Could it be he didn't see my car in the driveway, even though it was only about five feet away from the door and fairly loud music was emanating from it? I think you can answer that yourself. What really irked me, was that when I attempted to open the door, it was locked. Was that some kind of point he was making? Was he playing a little prank on me? Did he worry that a burglar would take advantage of the unlocked door, make his way into the house, rape and butcher him before he made off with all his valuables, before I got out of my car? This last scenario--- and this should give you an idea of Rich's thought process --- is the most likely, in my opinion. But, that's where I'm ending this topic, because I just don't have it in me today to try and figure out the psychology behind my roommate.
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Spira threw a birthday party for Seany Boy yesterday at his place in JP and, after having some other plans fall through, I decided to attend. I picked Sarah up and we carpooled over. We only got a little lost and made it there in one piece.
It was a nice gathering. I got to meet Sean's friends, all nice people, and Luke Warm and Janelle represented from my side of the street. There was a big spread of food, only some of which I took advantage of, unfortunately. Guess I wasn't that hungry.
I had fun playing with Zico, Janelle's pooch, and at one point he managed to rip apart his plush toy chicken, removing a small clear plastic bag from it. At first it appeared to be a bag of coke, but upon closer inspection, it was apparent that it was only the little plastic button wrapped in gauze that makes the toy squeak. Even still, I jokingly accused Janelle of transporting dope and Sean, after overhearing me, came over to make sure I was kidding because his cousin, who was in attendance, was a DEA agent and probably wouldn't be thrilled at seeing a bag of dope being tossed around by a dog. It would have sucked if Z got busted.
Had a good conversation with a guy (forget his name) from Dublin. I told him I'd like to get over to the "homeland" someday and trace my roots. "Listen", he said, "All you'll have to do is announce your name and you'll be well taken care of. You'll have a lot of drinks bought for you and before you know it, you'll be a bona fide lush." Maybe I'll go to Brussells instead.
After the party, I came home and hung with Craig and discussed the recording we've been doing while listening to some Lee Perry. Later, I stepped outside to see what was going on with the neighborhood block party. Not much at all, it turned out. Lame, just like last year's party.
Know what? It's unavoidable, but I'm not thrilled over the fact that I'm the guy women pass over in favor of my other, better looking friends. It's happened so much in my life, in addition to other types of rejection, that I'm pretty much fed up and don't feel like making much of an effort with women. A defeatist attitude I suppose, but one with merit. One day, even though the odds are slim, I'd like to find myself when I'm in a situation where I'm interested in someone who is equally interested in me. Doesn't seem like a tall order, but holy fuck is it ever! Oh, well, not going to stew over this any longer. Going to listen to some Everly Brothers and maybe watch An American Werewolf In London.
Speaking of movies, I was pretty impressed with Blood Diamond. Leo Dicaprio had the performance of his carreer and should have won an Oscar, but it was enough that he was nominated. Good stuff.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
If you needed me, I would come to you, I would swim the seas, for to ease your pain
A productive recording session last night. We focused on vocals --- I felt some of the ones I'd already laid down needed to be done over --- and I was happy with the results. We'll go at it again tomorrow night; I'm looking forward to it.
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I've got two new songs that, once I've added lyrics to them, will be complete. I'm really pleased with how they have turned out so far. I'm hoping to have them recorded, which will give me a solid six song demo to work with.
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My Holy Grail of Bigfoot books, John Green's Sasquatch: Apes Among Us, arrived in the mail today and I'm excited to dive into it. I've already read the preface and I can tell I'm going to love this book.
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Had some crazy dreams last night. One involved a young, reckless woman I was seeing who got me in trouble with a bunch of people, including my friend, Andy. I woke up immediately after having the dream, but I could not recall her visage. It seemed to me she was someone I've known in this life, but, as of this writing, I don't know who she is.
The other dream involved Spira in some capacity I can't recall, and a notable scene involving me resting on a couch in my parent's basement (a central location for many of my dreams) wrapped cozily in a thick blanket. A simple scene, but it stuck with me all day. You can't go home again.
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Went for a run with Spira after work. I ran to her apartment, which was on my normal route, and, after meeting up with her, we walked and ran for at least a couple of miles. When we finished, we sat on a stone wall and talked for awhile.
When we parted company, I ran the mile or so back to my place. It was a good workout and, though I don't know the total distance I ran, it was a lot more than my usual routine. We plan on doing this again, which is fine with me. It's good to have a running partner.
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Listening to a lot of Townes Van Zandt lately. I just got the dual-disc High, Low, and In Between/The Late, Great Townes Van Zandt. I've been paying particular attention to his backing band on those records---man, they're tight! It's unfortunate Townes never really got his due; he was a fantastic songwriter.
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It's getting late and I have things to do. Konichiwa, bitches!
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I've got two new songs that, once I've added lyrics to them, will be complete. I'm really pleased with how they have turned out so far. I'm hoping to have them recorded, which will give me a solid six song demo to work with.
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My Holy Grail of Bigfoot books, John Green's Sasquatch: Apes Among Us, arrived in the mail today and I'm excited to dive into it. I've already read the preface and I can tell I'm going to love this book.
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Had some crazy dreams last night. One involved a young, reckless woman I was seeing who got me in trouble with a bunch of people, including my friend, Andy. I woke up immediately after having the dream, but I could not recall her visage. It seemed to me she was someone I've known in this life, but, as of this writing, I don't know who she is.
The other dream involved Spira in some capacity I can't recall, and a notable scene involving me resting on a couch in my parent's basement (a central location for many of my dreams) wrapped cozily in a thick blanket. A simple scene, but it stuck with me all day. You can't go home again.
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Went for a run with Spira after work. I ran to her apartment, which was on my normal route, and, after meeting up with her, we walked and ran for at least a couple of miles. When we finished, we sat on a stone wall and talked for awhile.
When we parted company, I ran the mile or so back to my place. It was a good workout and, though I don't know the total distance I ran, it was a lot more than my usual routine. We plan on doing this again, which is fine with me. It's good to have a running partner.
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Listening to a lot of Townes Van Zandt lately. I just got the dual-disc High, Low, and In Between/The Late, Great Townes Van Zandt. I've been paying particular attention to his backing band on those records---man, they're tight! It's unfortunate Townes never really got his due; he was a fantastic songwriter.
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It's getting late and I have things to do. Konichiwa, bitches!
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