Doug Martsch penned the line. Not really profound, but it happened to be playing on my discman just as I was typing the title of this bloggerific blog. Phil and I braved the cold and the crowds Tuesday at midnight and caught the latest and last Lord of the Rings installment. OK, I don’t want to snark too much, but I didn’t think it was as good as parts one or two. It was a…
You know, I really should be giving credit to those from whom I lift my title sentences. These past few times it’s been Built to Spill — a huge surprise, I’m sure. There’s just so many little nuggets of wisdom sprinkled in their lyrics that I can’t ignore. I want to share. It’s Christmastime, dammit! Speaking of Christmastime, there’s a Bing Crosby (I think) xmas album playing the the background at work, which is nice.…
I am suddenly outraged at my complacence and frightened for the future of our society and world. I have been reading Culture Jam, by Kalle Lasn (editor of Adbusters Magazine). Nick loaned it to Phil and I stole it last night and read the first few chapters — enough to realize that these nagging feelings I’ve had lately about culture, society, assimilation and happiness aren’t just the unsettling parts of maturing and growing up. I…
God, what an amazing day. The weather is crunk, I tell you. And I only had to work three hours today. I think I’ll head out to Hobby Lobby in about half an hour and put together an art kit for my nephew, Casey, and maybe buy some pastel paper I’ve been needing. I promised Phil I’d clean up the place so we wouldn’t have to wallow in our own filth all weekend. And then…
Oooh, when I got in to work today there was a festive basket sitting on my desk full of a ton of junk food and pretzels and holiday fun stuff. Hooray for Christmas and its ability to make compulsive gift-givers out of everyone, including me! Phil and I went shopping yesterday to check some things off our list. I didn’t do as well as I had hoped, but I got some things out of the…
I am staring at the clock, willing it to get a move on, when any other time I would be pleading with it to take it easy. Patience isn’t my forte. My philosophy final was a little softer on the ol’ cranium than I had imagined it would be. I studied the shit out of the prep questions last night while at the lab. I printed them out so I could go home and study.…
New links are up. I’m getting closer to the grand finale of fall 2003. Ethics is done. Publications Design will be done this weekend with the completion of my portfolio. Women and Film and Philosophy will bite the dust Monday. I’m more than a little worried about Philosophy, so perhaps I’ll devote some time to it Saturday. I keep saying that, but … So many words are flowing from this little white generic keyboard these…
I am in love and his name is The Voice of Doug Martsch. I could marry The Voice and Phil could sleep over and listen to The Voice sing to me. Perhaps The Voice could teach Phil some tricks of the poetic trade. Or maybe The Voice would be kind enough to front Phil’s grand idea for a band? I am writing a lot lately. Not necessarily good stuff, but stuff nonetheless. And by ‘a…
My family has this uncanny ability to alienate me more and more every year. Cliche, but true. I have heard a total of four racist jokes within 48 hours. Want to hear one? It’s a real gem. The first time I heard it, it was told to me and my father (who laughed) by a 14-year-old. So there’s this airplane, right, and it’s loaded down with too much stuff up there in the air. So…
Thanksgiving today was craaazy. My family is so boisterous and … to use a word I think my mother coined … gommy (meaning ‘liking to mess around and be all weird and eccentric’). I didn’t really eat much, as I don’t have much of a taste for potatoes or green beans or anything “home cooked.” I plopped a strip of turkey on my plate and some macaroni and a roll and called it a night.…
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