Hometown USA, Garbage City

First things first, yesterday I went on the Raging Bull.

See all those drops? Uh huh. I can't believe I got up enough nerve. Who do I think I am? Next thing you know I won't be afraid to talk to people!

That conquest aside. Holy, Cannoli I have had the best six days of ever. Uh-huh. I got to hang out with a ton of lovely people and not have to worry about following some busy schedule. I also got to eat some delicious vegan carrot cake and snuggle sleep on a back porch and watch an insane performance in Dark Knight. Imax anyone?

I'm so so glad that S. is back and wishing hard that B. didn't have to go back to CT. so soon. It's about fifteen minutes away from the month of August and I think my calendar must be lying to me.

Raw Sugar

B. got into town today and S. gets into town tomorrow. In two hours I start my four day weekend. Holy moly this is going to be the best weekend of ever. And oh yeah, I'm moving in like a week! Really.

Wooot. Have a lovely weekend, don't believe what they teach you in school.


DANCE!

From Way Back When

Re-Enact '68. This is neat, I want to attend.

I'm sitting at a sidewalk cafe. I feel nice. I got an idea for a screenplay today (screenplay what? McKee it up), and I think it will get written. And, it is an inspired story motivated by purging. Ha! I wrote a poem too.

This is a welcome change from late. I'm glad my tired fingers are pumping out some nice combos. Maybe I'll get a power up.

I want to go to Madrid and get all tan and careless and drink espresso and explore cobbled alleyways and stop running into other people's lives. Comparisons killed the kat.

Things have been weird for these last couple of days. Last night I stayed out all reckless like drinking and dancing till 4am. This morning I woke up with the taste of hot dog on my slick tongue and mustard on my tired shoulders. What?

I haven't eaten a hot dog in over six years. At least not a real one. Weird weird. I'm growing bitter towards Alaska. With the absence of S. comes the absence of that calming and leveling property he brings to the fabric of my life. I think I tried to chalk it up to getting older and more accepting of everything, but I think he's just magic.

I need a good nights sleep.

Damn you Alaska

Today I finally got up enough guts to ride my bike* to the train station (five miles on busy roads). It was probably the best decision I've made in a little while. It was both exhilarating and quieting. My day has been significantly improved from days gone by. I think I will make this a habit. I don't know why I was so scared.

Eff automobiles.

I also recently realized that I like Bob Dylan most when he is trying to sound like Woody Guthrie. I feel like a blasphemer.


*It's actually my mom's bike and if it gets stolen I'm one dead unicorn.

Cause=Time

Last night I fell asleep with an irregular heart beat trying to think of Tip Toes instead of Silver Jews.

I also won free shoes this weekend! (super sweet right?)
Pitchfork Festival was this weekend; Three days of full on music, muck, and people watching.

This was the first year (out of four) where I didn't feel the pretentious weight of a thousand hipsters crushing down upon me. This was the year that I loved the music and the people and how I interacted with all of the above. I did get sunburned though.

This weekend was almost too much. I reconnected with a lot of things. Perhaps the most important and least destructive is my intimate bond with music. Music where had you been? Maybe it was me that was absent. I just didn't react. BUT NOW...
It's making me feel all squishy and futuristic. I forgot that I could do anything I want.

This is one of the wonderful songs I saw performed this weekend. It shut me up and that's quite a feat.

M. Ward, Requiem.
Wistful doesn't do a rupture justice.

Crazy

I just started reading Ray Kurzweil's "The Age of Spiritual Machines." It's all about the future of technology and how computer's are going to evolve into intellectually superior "beings" and take over the tough work of thinking for us Humanoids.


On the next day I read this article, about the future of gaming. Spooky big brother fantastical virtual world.

All Power to the People

Here is an interesting story about the Olympics. I'm trying really hard not to think they are a bunch of hooey. I think it was my old and wonderful professor Gabe Gudding that said something along the lines of: any sport played for money or fame is an abomination, everything should be a pick up game.

Currently in Chicago a crime wave is far surpassing the heat. What does Mayor Daley decide to do about this?

Spend 25 millions dollars on renovating the already spectacular (and recently renovated within the last 15 years) iconic Buckingham Fountain. Why? So Chicago can win that bid for the 2016 Olympics of course. After all, it's only appearance that matters, not the lives of the fair citizens of Chicago. Boo to the Olympics. Yea to the Olympic spirit and feats of athletic prowess. If that makes any sense.

What once Was

Vh1 was cool for like a second. Now it's just a watered down slightly funnier version of E! network. Today (damn you day time television) I caught the tail end of a Vh1 show titled, "The Fabulous Life of Wall-Street Traders."

Apparently their are some jerks that make a yearly salary of 1.5 billion dollars. The show itself had nothing to do with music by the by. No one needs that much money, except maybe for the continent of Africa or India.

For some reason that show and all those horrible men making money off of everyone else made me very angry. I have a lot more thoughts churning around that go far deeper than Vh1, but I'll just end my post with a question.

Can true personal freedom ever be reached in a framework that is defined wholly by the dollar?

Banshee Beat

I haven't written for a long while. I've been holed up in rooms with guitars, books, boys, and best friends. These days seem all too short and just sweet as candy. Where is this summer going?

The nights are cool and lazy. The days are hot and hazy.
damn.
I know.
I've been thinking so much lately about the many shades of love and how to be calm and what to eat so my joints don't flare all angry. I've just been thinking and wondering and growing old and I couldn't begin to convey all these thoughts on this silly screen.

It gives me hope the same. That's all I got to say. Today.