I've been obsessed with making brilliant mix c.d.s lately. I've had a lot more free time on my hands over the past week. I got dumped last Sunday morning. It's turned out to be a great thing. This last week has been very productive and fun. I haven't had weeks like that in a while. But it still kind of sucks knowing that there is a person out there you used to sleep with who you don't want to even see around because they suck.
California Stars from the Billy Bragg & Wilco album Mermaid Avenue, the collection of Woody Guthrie songs that were never written, should play at my funeral someday. And wedding, if that ever happens.
I miss being in bars with Kevin in Iowa City and spending an hour plus at the jukebox picking out music to drink to.
It's Yom Kippur. I'm fasting. Only 8 hours to go. I'm starving. I think I'll make it. I've never done the fast thing before. I'll probably end up spending a lot of time on my porch since it's apparently beautiful out.
Tentative track list:
My Slumbering Heart - Rilo Kiley
California Stars - Billy Bragg & Wilco
Stars in My Beard - T. Rex
Lysergic Bliss - Of Montreal
The Nurse Who Loved Me - Failure
Oh, Me - Nirvana
This Hand - Six Organs of Admittance
Winter's Love - Animal Collective
Ever Since You Told Me That You Love Me (I'm a Nut) - Tiny Tim
Doin' the Cockroach - Modest Mouse
A Winter's Truce - Micah Blue Smaldone
Westfall - Okkervil River
Sloop John B - The Beach Boys
I'm So Tired - Fugazi
Spell for a Sweeter Past - Evan Miller
See The Light - Brooks Strause
The Masterplan - Oasis
I'm working on a script for a television show. Started out helping Sid and his friend Danny with writing theirs as they wanted me and Cahak to be characters. Through the gossip vine I've heard that our comedy is too dark for Sid's liking. Which is fine. I thought it was too funny for his show. So I started working on this opening scene for a show about two cynics in a world of optimists, a premise that Cahak came up with when we were at Davanni's the other night. I showed it to him. Apparently, it's too political or something. Whatever, it slays. I'm going to keep writing.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Headaches
I just got home from seeing Knocked Up with Sid and Cahak and I'm drinking the Minnesota Vikings' leftover Tequila. Apparently, Cahak gets their leavings after they're done with the limos he books for them. They can't have half full bottles of booze in the limos. The Vikings demand shit to be sealed. I probably would, too. It's good stuff, the liquor. Only the best I suppose. It's funny, I used to worship the Vikings growing up. And I didn't even live in Minnesota. Now I could give a shit and they're indirectly getting me drunk. Well, drunker. Go Vikings.
So it was a good day. I bought my sister and father birthday presents on amazon and had them delivered to their homes and I shipped out my brother-in-law's birthday present, a first edition P.G. Wodehouse novel that was released on his 90th birthday (not Wodehouse's, my bro-in-law's, I think he's 36). The irony is that today was my brother Andy's birthday and I completely forgot to call him. Just as well, the 3 presents I sent out today were all mass belated, though I did have several reminders today to call my brother. Apparently, shit was going down and I was too busy. Christ.
But yeah, Knocked Up, I enjoyed. I don't know if I have much else to say about it at this point. I thought all on the drive home that the first I would do is get to my computer and sit down and starting typing. Wasn't so much the case. Decided to have a bit more to drink. I'm headed to the farmer's market in the morning with the girlfriend. We didn't really talk today. That's kind of weird. Well, we did, but for just a little bit on the phone when I was at Taco Bell with Sid and Cahak before the movie. I was probably a dick, I can't quite remember.
I completely forgot about the frozen grapes I put in this mug of coke and tequila. I can't remember if I planned on being fancy when I put those in there, but I definitely feel that way now.
I'm making a mix c.d. for the girlfriend. Just ran out to my car to get my c.d. booklet. I'll probably be posting the track list soon. So epic. Would I be an asshole if I entitled it "change your life"? Almost assuredly. But these are all tunes that are changing my scope of everything (no more drunk blogging). So it's good to change your life. And don't worry, Astro Zombies is making the cut. It's a good transition from Neutral Milk Hotel. 100%.
I keep thinking about the relationships and encounters I've had throughout my days and I'm continually comparing what is going on now with all that is in the past, thinking about all the ideals I used to hope for and those that I'm still holding onto. This is dumb. Goodnight.
So it was a good day. I bought my sister and father birthday presents on amazon and had them delivered to their homes and I shipped out my brother-in-law's birthday present, a first edition P.G. Wodehouse novel that was released on his 90th birthday (not Wodehouse's, my bro-in-law's, I think he's 36). The irony is that today was my brother Andy's birthday and I completely forgot to call him. Just as well, the 3 presents I sent out today were all mass belated, though I did have several reminders today to call my brother. Apparently, shit was going down and I was too busy. Christ.
But yeah, Knocked Up, I enjoyed. I don't know if I have much else to say about it at this point. I thought all on the drive home that the first I would do is get to my computer and sit down and starting typing. Wasn't so much the case. Decided to have a bit more to drink. I'm headed to the farmer's market in the morning with the girlfriend. We didn't really talk today. That's kind of weird. Well, we did, but for just a little bit on the phone when I was at Taco Bell with Sid and Cahak before the movie. I was probably a dick, I can't quite remember.
I completely forgot about the frozen grapes I put in this mug of coke and tequila. I can't remember if I planned on being fancy when I put those in there, but I definitely feel that way now.
I'm making a mix c.d. for the girlfriend. Just ran out to my car to get my c.d. booklet. I'll probably be posting the track list soon. So epic. Would I be an asshole if I entitled it "change your life"? Almost assuredly. But these are all tunes that are changing my scope of everything (no more drunk blogging). So it's good to change your life. And don't worry, Astro Zombies is making the cut. It's a good transition from Neutral Milk Hotel. 100%.
I keep thinking about the relationships and encounters I've had throughout my days and I'm continually comparing what is going on now with all that is in the past, thinking about all the ideals I used to hope for and those that I'm still holding onto. This is dumb. Goodnight.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Dealing.
Coping has never been one of my strong suits. And by never I mean never. I can't really think of a time where a difficult or uncomfortable situation arose where one could say I acted in a relatively healthy manner. And by the assumed unhealthy manner in which I may act or choose to deal with a scenario I don't mean to say that I might adapt a completely uncontrollable nature or burst into raging ass. It's just that sometimes, I might not always make the best decisions regarding communication. What I mean is, if I'm irked, I probably won't say anything but if you're at all keen on observing facial expressions and jaw tension then you might get my irksome drift.
This isn't anything that's uncommon. A lot of people do this. Namely my dad. If anyone can make a room feel chilly it's that man.
Some people might call this avoidance. I've always called it dealing. To me, it seems more appropriate. I don't really feel like I'm avoiding anything. Oh, maybe I'm avoiding a direct and initial confrontation, but the confrontation comes eventually, in some form or another. I tell myself I'm taking it on the chin at the moment, just to study it for a bit so I can come back later and see if it was worth noticing in the first place.
Can you imagine, someone so insecure that they can't even trust their gut when it comes to one's own feeling of being stepped on?
And in some weird, fucked up way, it adds all the more to my own sense of martyrdom; that I've "put up with" something and held it in and not said anything somehow makes me a better person is probably what's beneath it all: the sense and desire to feel like a good person because I could deal with other people's shit.
I just used a semicolon and a colon in the same sentence. I could be a prick.
This isn't anything that's uncommon. A lot of people do this. Namely my dad. If anyone can make a room feel chilly it's that man.
Some people might call this avoidance. I've always called it dealing. To me, it seems more appropriate. I don't really feel like I'm avoiding anything. Oh, maybe I'm avoiding a direct and initial confrontation, but the confrontation comes eventually, in some form or another. I tell myself I'm taking it on the chin at the moment, just to study it for a bit so I can come back later and see if it was worth noticing in the first place.
Can you imagine, someone so insecure that they can't even trust their gut when it comes to one's own feeling of being stepped on?
And in some weird, fucked up way, it adds all the more to my own sense of martyrdom; that I've "put up with" something and held it in and not said anything somehow makes me a better person is probably what's beneath it all: the sense and desire to feel like a good person because I could deal with other people's shit.
I just used a semicolon and a colon in the same sentence. I could be a prick.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
The Obligatory
It's Saturday night and I'm at my parents' watching the History Channel. I just sent a text message to my girlfriend about the hilariously large amount of Valtrex commericals one sees on a Saturday night while watching the History Channel, as if the only people watching a special on the Bermuda Triangle on a Saturday evening are in need of such a medication and if they would only purchase said med then they could finally get laid and never have to "learn" about the difference between Black Holes and White Holes (no pun intended, I think...). Not only does that marketing idea seem contridictatory to the interests of the History Channel (once one purchases Valtrex and fixes their nasty outbreaks of pussing genitals sores they will then, in theory, be able to break free from the confines of their home and hopefully go out and have lots of safe sex thereby no longer watching the History Channel, unless they are picking up mates in nerd bars that fix their sets to that station), but it's also a misnomer because I don't need Valtrex. Yet. Plus, hearing the words "genital herpes" over and over while watching t.v. with my parents tends to get a wee bit awkward.
FUCK. I just had a crisis of faith which is going to make me interrupt this blog. That's what happens when you type while watching television. Okay, so I'm still watching the History Channel and texting the girlfriend from my parents' living room and an AT&T commercial comes on promoting their wireless world or some bullshit. And guess which band I hate is starring in this commercial? Mates of State. Yeah, couple rock, not cool or fun or exciting at all. I don't want 'em in my wireless world, fuck that noise. You don't take sand to the beach. Therefore, this married-rock nonsense has got to end. So I see these happy cheese dicks singing and drumming and keyboarding while idiots in the crowd dance with their cell phones and enjoy the wirelessness of it all, or something, and I'm all to myself, "Yep, that confirms that. Mates of State are blowing it and this reaffirms my deep seated annoyance and hatred of everything that they are." Then what happens? Why the crisis of faith? Oasis's "All Around the World" IS THE FUCKING CLOSING JINGLE FOR THIS FILTH. So what's that mean? Do I hate Oasis now, too? Should I love Mates of State? Would I be a hypocrite for not changing my opinion on either band because of this collision of worlds? I don't think so. Mates of State have always been fucking up just by being themselves. Oasis have always owned just by being themselves. So then should I at least have some respect for Mates of State due to their keepin'-it-real ability? Maybe. But not a whole lot. If your realness is wack then you might as well be fake. If you ever catch me liking that band I'll pack a suitcase full of sand from Lake Calhoun and move to Fort Lauderdale. Crisis of faith averted. My moral compass is rooted deep in a system of spite and stubborness.
So my girlfriend's response to the whole Valtrex/History Channel thing: "Good to know." Everyone needs a complimentary foil. I think I may've found just that.
I titled this blog "The Obligatory" as I had originally planned on starting it off with an anecdote about how this is the third or fifth time I've tried starting a blog and each subsequent attempt from the first I've always started out saying something like, "yeah, I've tried this whole blog thing before but it never worked out, but THIS time I've got it dialed in and I'll be posting like mad, dude." So I was going to talk about how stupid it is to start a blog off like and that's probably why none of them ever stuck since they had such a shitty premise. Oh, the irony. But now I've circumvented that whole thing by talking about how I was going to start this blog in the middle where it is no longer relevant. Not that it ever was. But the whole creation myth/seemingly arbitrary movement of thoughts and stories seems to tie in well with the crap I was watching on the Bermuda Triangle.
I'll be happy if any of this makes any sense in the morning. I've been drinking gin that's easily 30 years old. My parents found it in the closet in the garage when they moved in to this condo 6 years ago. It's passed the first test; I haven't gone blind.
So that's about it for now I think. I got the first post out of the way. There will be more. I'll talk about stuff, give my opinion, I'll even critique things. But not tonight. Words are just flying. And it's mostly about t.v. Suck. Oh well. More to come. Peace.
FUCK. I just had a crisis of faith which is going to make me interrupt this blog. That's what happens when you type while watching television. Okay, so I'm still watching the History Channel and texting the girlfriend from my parents' living room and an AT&T commercial comes on promoting their wireless world or some bullshit. And guess which band I hate is starring in this commercial? Mates of State. Yeah, couple rock, not cool or fun or exciting at all. I don't want 'em in my wireless world, fuck that noise. You don't take sand to the beach. Therefore, this married-rock nonsense has got to end. So I see these happy cheese dicks singing and drumming and keyboarding while idiots in the crowd dance with their cell phones and enjoy the wirelessness of it all, or something, and I'm all to myself, "Yep, that confirms that. Mates of State are blowing it and this reaffirms my deep seated annoyance and hatred of everything that they are." Then what happens? Why the crisis of faith? Oasis's "All Around the World" IS THE FUCKING CLOSING JINGLE FOR THIS FILTH. So what's that mean? Do I hate Oasis now, too? Should I love Mates of State? Would I be a hypocrite for not changing my opinion on either band because of this collision of worlds? I don't think so. Mates of State have always been fucking up just by being themselves. Oasis have always owned just by being themselves. So then should I at least have some respect for Mates of State due to their keepin'-it-real ability? Maybe. But not a whole lot. If your realness is wack then you might as well be fake. If you ever catch me liking that band I'll pack a suitcase full of sand from Lake Calhoun and move to Fort Lauderdale. Crisis of faith averted. My moral compass is rooted deep in a system of spite and stubborness.
So my girlfriend's response to the whole Valtrex/History Channel thing: "Good to know." Everyone needs a complimentary foil. I think I may've found just that.
I titled this blog "The Obligatory" as I had originally planned on starting it off with an anecdote about how this is the third or fifth time I've tried starting a blog and each subsequent attempt from the first I've always started out saying something like, "yeah, I've tried this whole blog thing before but it never worked out, but THIS time I've got it dialed in and I'll be posting like mad, dude." So I was going to talk about how stupid it is to start a blog off like and that's probably why none of them ever stuck since they had such a shitty premise. Oh, the irony. But now I've circumvented that whole thing by talking about how I was going to start this blog in the middle where it is no longer relevant. Not that it ever was. But the whole creation myth/seemingly arbitrary movement of thoughts and stories seems to tie in well with the crap I was watching on the Bermuda Triangle.
I'll be happy if any of this makes any sense in the morning. I've been drinking gin that's easily 30 years old. My parents found it in the closet in the garage when they moved in to this condo 6 years ago. It's passed the first test; I haven't gone blind.
So that's about it for now I think. I got the first post out of the way. There will be more. I'll talk about stuff, give my opinion, I'll even critique things. But not tonight. Words are just flying. And it's mostly about t.v. Suck. Oh well. More to come. Peace.
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