Good Morning

Morning playlist, Summer 2007

Good Weekend - Art Brut
Die Die Die - The Avett Brothers
Rain - The Beatles
Good Morning Good Morning - The Beatles
Sleep The Clock Around - Belle & Sebastian
Another Sunny Day - Belle & Sebastian
The Bottom Line - Big Audio Dynamite
Clampdown - The Clash
Every Day Should Be A Holiday - The Dandy Warhols
The Dandy Warhols' TV Theme Song - The Dandy Warhols
Queen Bitch - David Bowie
Little Red Light - Fountains Of Wayne
The World's On Fire - The Housemartins
Southern Mark Smith (original version) - The Jazz Butcher
New Girl - The Long Winters
All For Swinging You Around - The New Pornographers
This Could Be The Day - Robyn Hitchcock
Weight Of The World - Tarkio
Well Well Well - The Woodentops

Also, the album of the summer seems to be the new Okkervil River (sorry, Matty, not MIA). I think I made this list on a rainy morning. Also also, I can't believe I put two Dandy Warhol songs on it--what was I thinking?

My Unworn Shirt

My unspoken reply, here as a lovely poem:

nice, lady
how was i supposed
to know
that it was "your" space
if there were
no
markings
or numbers
on
it
?

honestly!

The Summer of Hornets

Was that the third or fourth sting of the Summer last night? Stupid insects!

I WILL steal the Splenda and Nutrasweet right out from under you, QwikChek

Also, you could, if you wanted, just buy me a kayak.

She said, "I'm done with looking back, and you look your age--which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight.”

So, just to be on top of things before they get on top of me, in a busyness sense, here’s a list of things you may be interested in buying me for my birthday. I will be staying at this new age for several years at least, so you can get me something really nice if you want.

A cheapo but highly-rated 12-string guitar. I like Epiphones!

Strings for my 6-string

Shoes, size UK 10

A new suit

My not very updated Amazon list:


And, of course, the first of the Robyn Hitchcock boxsets!



Email me for sizes, colors, shipping preferences and general gift-scheduling. You know you want to.
(Score! Another preposition!)

It’s just a bad movie where there’s no crying

In a bizarre chatty exchange with someone yesterday, this was produced:

Someone Else: guitars are boring
Me: WHAT????
Someone Else: yes
Me: that's like saying pianos are boring
Someone Else: yes
Me: WHAT????
and sampled beats aren't????
OMG we are not having this conversation
grrrr
Someone Else: but we are
Me: no sir we are not
Someone Else: let's listen to rihanna
her album is very good

Also, not related: I hate these Nazis--email or comment for discussion, if you so desire.

EDIT: I don't hate CNN.

And: Good morning, world, I hope you're well.

Like Streamers of Dirty Confetti

Either the Republicans have completely messed with the environment or it's totally unseasonably cold this week. Like in the 60s. In August. There's gotta be a conspiracy here, right? I mean, that's not normal. It should be 90+, muggy, and blazing.
Oh well.

The Rain Falls Hard on a Humdrum Town

All rain, all day, in the car. Yesterday, that is.

If You Eat Beef, Mister, I’ll Eat Pork

Sitting for two hours* waiting to get my Ohio car inspected for use in New Jersey is not my idea of a great afternoon. Getting a job or at least doing a nice drawing or writing a cute song would be good things to do. But no, I had to watch the guy who looked and sounded like Peter from Family Guy (a show I don’t really like all that much) talk to himself when he wasn’t lecturing me or chatting up the bleach blond slag behind me in line. And then it rained more.

* In the rain, I might add.

I Can See Clearly Now

I think I need to get my eyes checked.
It's about time, maybe.

The Ballad Of Love And Hate

Eat lots of chicken, pasta salad, and ziti. Leftovers!

And the Fishes Will Laugh as They Swim out of the Path

But not fast enough!

Yummy!

Nom nom nom!

And Kobe tartare rolls with salty dribblings=super nom.

Do Want!

Robyn boxsets in October! Worth getting older for!

Yes, another post with a sentence that ends in a preposition!

Sir, Those Are Seasonal Items

It's a huge cliche, I know, but going from line to line at the DMV, then more lines at the inspection place is really some sick joke, some postmodern art installation on the theme of dehumanizing bureaucracy. I should have known when I had to first stand on a line to tell me which line I should stand on.

We Drove That Car As Far As We Could

It's fun...you can be staying over at someone's house, who as far I know, don't have broadband and/or wifi, but there's always somebody in the neighborhood with an unsecured, SSID broadcasting network. Called "House."

Culture Clash!

Darth Vader is Bob Dylan! I was listening to Bob for a while today, and I NEVER imagined him and The Dark Lord of the Sith being one and the same. I...I don't know what to think. But my dad let me borrow this DVD of Factory Girl...and it doesn't seem to have much Velvet Underground content, but it's got a lot of Andy Warhol mumbling.

Secret! Secret! I've Got a Secret!

Gabe and Sam are fascinated with Mr Roboto.
They sing it all the time in the car. And around the house.

I had a dream last night that I had to get a giant piece of foamcore, like 4x8, and cut it into much smaller pieces, but corners kept getting squashed.

Tanks, Ants and Bombers

Sam's epic battle drawing


Reminds me of my ant spaceship drawings from when I was a kid.

Not Mad

So, this year, after 4 years running (riding!), I did not do the Mad Anthony. Mostly because I am 500 miles away from it.
But I did get to fiddle with a fancy calculator and buy shoes...and and and! eat shrimp curry and garlic naan!

Lunch!

Giant steak burrito from Qdoba.

I sat inside and looked out the window. It's very hot here today.

What?

I may or may not be smarter than an 11th grader.