Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Absolutely Nothing to do with Cicadas.
Of course, gas prices go up and what do I do?
Drive to New Jersey.
Will be a good two days, though, despite the hit on the gas. JB in NJ is officially done with Rutgers now.
Congratulations.
(And let me sing the praises of Jumbo Slice. Jumbo Slice is the phenomenon where for $3.00 or $4.00 you can buy a slice of pizza the size of your shirt. You can even ask them to stuff it in a box so you can eat it in your home vs. standing in the sidewalk. Standing in the sidewalk really makes it great on the weekend, you and the three hundred other Jumbo Slice enthusiasts. However, on the weeknight, the sidewalk is not quite the same sea of people.
Now let me sing the praises of being a five minute walk from Jumbo Slice... )
Drive to New Jersey.
Will be a good two days, though, despite the hit on the gas. JB in NJ is officially done with Rutgers now.
Congratulations.
(And let me sing the praises of Jumbo Slice. Jumbo Slice is the phenomenon where for $3.00 or $4.00 you can buy a slice of pizza the size of your shirt. You can even ask them to stuff it in a box so you can eat it in your home vs. standing in the sidewalk. Standing in the sidewalk really makes it great on the weekend, you and the three hundred other Jumbo Slice enthusiasts. However, on the weeknight, the sidewalk is not quite the same sea of people.
Now let me sing the praises of being a five minute walk from Jumbo Slice... )
Monday, May 17, 2004
If Ears Had Sheets, You'd Have to Wash Them.
Is your stack of CDs feeling a bit dusty?
Or are your ears just tired.
Want to fondle those little ear bones into sweaty afterglow and have them whimper for more while still petting themselves?
Then walk your until-now celibate ears down to the record store and get you some Califone.
What, your record store sucks? Then get your credit card and clickity-click-click-click your way online (you are halfway there) and make a purchase or two.
JB up in NJ gave me a copy of _roomsound_ and, after going to a show on short notice, I've been playing my ears raw on _deceration_, _heron king blues_, and _drumhead_ (an old side project).
In fact, to hell with listening to a CD first, just get off your ass and see them live. The term "musicians" barely scratches the surface. Their lyrics string along like ornaments as their instrumentals hang, dangle, and shine as garland so complete you wonder how there isn't a small religious following idolizing them.
And maybe there is. I haven't looked up "Califonism" or "Califonity" yet.
Or are your ears just tired.
Want to fondle those little ear bones into sweaty afterglow and have them whimper for more while still petting themselves?
Then walk your until-now celibate ears down to the record store and get you some Califone.
What, your record store sucks? Then get your credit card and clickity-click-click-click your way online (you are halfway there) and make a purchase or two.
JB up in NJ gave me a copy of _roomsound_ and, after going to a show on short notice, I've been playing my ears raw on _deceration_, _heron king blues_, and _drumhead_ (an old side project).
In fact, to hell with listening to a CD first, just get off your ass and see them live. The term "musicians" barely scratches the surface. Their lyrics string along like ornaments as their instrumentals hang, dangle, and shine as garland so complete you wonder how there isn't a small religious following idolizing them.
And maybe there is. I haven't looked up "Califonism" or "Califonity" yet.
Did You Get the E-mail?
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Change is Good.
Ah.
Back to dial-up.
Verizon is the new evil.
But it's an evil I punish myself with by using their service. Nearly three weeks after I moved, and still no DSL.
Oh yeah, I moved.
I could sit here and post for an hour to catch everything up, but instead I'll pretend I've been posting all along. More efficient, and I'm sure the only folks who've been here the past month just wandered in off the street anyway. Or it's my stalkers.
Hello to the stalkers.
Hey, props to you. You keep checking in on a website that hasn't been updated in a month and a day. If nothing else, you are persistent.
Change is good. I'm beginning to realize that the normal mode for me is actually to be on the go. I keep saying "The last month has been kind of crazy," kidding myself that it will return to some sort of semi-quiet mode where I stay home after work and go out on the weekends on pre-planned outings with friends and reserve time on Sundays for important things like, oh say, grocery shopping and buying kitty litter.
What I have failed to admit to myself is that I haven't done that since last year, before May. Before the floodgates of friends and out-&-about folks washed into my life. Before I jumped in.
Pittsburgh doesn't count. That was me, but under different time demands and circumstances. It was a metered road of educational fire-hosing. I had to work myself raw to eek out those little doses of free time.
Bla bla bla &etc.
New digs: absolutely fabulous.
New olive skewer on social scene: as fabulous as the new place.
New albums: I'm basking in their fabulousness currently.
New catching up with old acquaintance: fabulous fails to describe.
New invitation into old acquaintance's band: could be just the fabulous thing I've been toying with the idea of for a long long time.
Enough already. I'm in a good mood. So much so that I've gotten done about 10% of the final unpacking I had planned for this evening.
Whatever. I just paid bills, bought kitty litter earlier, and walked a quarter mile with a large area sisal-rug rolled up and balanced on my head. I call that a successful Sunday. What would top it off: actually grocery shopping before 10:00 pm tonight.
Again: whatever. Weekend's been good.
Back to dial-up.
Verizon is the new evil.
But it's an evil I punish myself with by using their service. Nearly three weeks after I moved, and still no DSL.
Oh yeah, I moved.
I could sit here and post for an hour to catch everything up, but instead I'll pretend I've been posting all along. More efficient, and I'm sure the only folks who've been here the past month just wandered in off the street anyway. Or it's my stalkers.
Hello to the stalkers.
Hey, props to you. You keep checking in on a website that hasn't been updated in a month and a day. If nothing else, you are persistent.
Change is good. I'm beginning to realize that the normal mode for me is actually to be on the go. I keep saying "The last month has been kind of crazy," kidding myself that it will return to some sort of semi-quiet mode where I stay home after work and go out on the weekends on pre-planned outings with friends and reserve time on Sundays for important things like, oh say, grocery shopping and buying kitty litter.
What I have failed to admit to myself is that I haven't done that since last year, before May. Before the floodgates of friends and out-&-about folks washed into my life. Before I jumped in.
Pittsburgh doesn't count. That was me, but under different time demands and circumstances. It was a metered road of educational fire-hosing. I had to work myself raw to eek out those little doses of free time.
Bla bla bla &etc.
New digs: absolutely fabulous.
New olive skewer on social scene: as fabulous as the new place.
New albums: I'm basking in their fabulousness currently.
New catching up with old acquaintance: fabulous fails to describe.
New invitation into old acquaintance's band: could be just the fabulous thing I've been toying with the idea of for a long long time.
Enough already. I'm in a good mood. So much so that I've gotten done about 10% of the final unpacking I had planned for this evening.
Whatever. I just paid bills, bought kitty litter earlier, and walked a quarter mile with a large area sisal-rug rolled up and balanced on my head. I call that a successful Sunday. What would top it off: actually grocery shopping before 10:00 pm tonight.
Again: whatever. Weekend's been good.
