Day 82: ‘Cause I Have Those Aplenty
My beds are always empty if you don’t count the ghosts “Rose” — Menomena [Project 365]
My beds are always empty if you don’t count the ghosts “Rose” — Menomena [Project 365]
Love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me Then I’d know the force with which she adored me The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares When I wake up in screams, that’s how I know that I really care — The Blow, “The Love That I Crave” [Project 365]
My photos lately have been fairly uninspired. I’m not writing much. I feel a modest amount of guilt about this. And yet. The world is big and full of problems and my lack of creative inspiration ain’t one of them. My brain lately has been preoccupied with other more basic things — things so basic and earnest that everything else seems to shrink away like wax under a hot-air gun. There is no use trying…
they can give me pills or let me drink my fill the heart wants to explode far away where nobody knows — Cat Power, “Hate” [Project 365]
MTV Shows Kind of the best thing ever, right?
Good god almighty, this morning I woke up with what may have taken the honor of being the worst headache I have ever had. I’ve thought that I had migraines before, but now I’m not so sure. It pulsed and pounded and sent me writhing all over the bed, opening the windows to let in cool air. Waves of nausea. The crush of light from the window. The inability to find a way to lie…
I’d like to nominate this for official anthem of neurotic people everywhere: Up with caffeine and down with a shot. Constantly worried about what I’ve got. Distracting my work but I can’t make a stop and my confidence on and my confidence off. And I sink to the bottom and rise to the top and I think to myself that I do this a lot. World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes…
I have a real hard-on for this band lately: Also, I can’t stop using the phrase “I have a real hard-on.” This is problematic for obvious reasons. It’ll pass…
Thanks, chums, for the CDs. I dig, a lot. Today I’ve been a big sack of lazy. I don’t know why it is that on the one day a week when I have a crap ton of time to get stuff done, I lie around in pajamas the longest. Oh, wait, yeah, I do know. Because I am human. Hear me doze. Also, I spent the morning recuperating from last night’s inaugural Yarbro–Dill potluck, which…
My friend Tamara and I geeked out on band memories while chatting tonight and somehow this video came out of it. Our high school band played “Purgatorio” (Robert W. Smith) our junior year. (I found the CD and set the song to random pictures of flowers and fruit and the sky; don’t get too excited about production values.) Purgatorio from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Here‘s what this piece should sound like. I recall having several…
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