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I walked into my room on Parker and it smelt the same way it did back in the Winter.

Now my stereo and record cabinet is back in Marblehead.

I really don't know how to feel about this.

***

The treatment is done. It's vague but I feel its a good start. I haven't been this sure about a project since The Boys of Eden nearly four years ago. A perfected treatment will be done by the time classes start a week from Thursday. Thankfully I have Thesis class that exact afternoon so I can really hit the ground running on this one. I know pretty much who I want for my cast and crew. Next week I need to make the phone calls.

Sometimes I Live in the Country

Pats lost to Detroit 10 to 34
You can't win them all
Unless you're Silva
Murdering Okami
In the second
Sometimes I get a great notion
To jump into the river
and Drown

and I would lay there beside her
as she held the moon close to her breast
and cried in her sleep.

Isthisnewyorkitself?

Race to the End of Summer

I have been deterred from finishing a treatment for my thesis. Thankfully I've been deterred for very good reasons. Driving other people's cars, late night monster movies, wine, laughter, beaches, going to bed early and sleeping late. My days at 774 are numbered. I don't want to think about it until I am a safe distance away.

Tomorrow I'm gonna spend a great deal of time writing. Playing catch-up in school. Making sure my affairs are in order before I move into Autumn.

Most if not all of these albums are fantastic. I highly reccomend Destroyer's Kaputt. It's a very well produced musical fantasy. Post-smooth jazz horns(yes, they made it up), WICKED fucking clean guitars that's reminiscent of The Smiths and Twin Peaks, and arrangements that call back Steely Dan and Dent May. Yup, it's a hell of a combo.

The Bard Knows Best

"O time, thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me t' untie!"
- Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene ii

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The world is so small
How could anybody not look you in the eye
Or wave was you drive by?
The world is such a wonderful place.

I feel naked without my typewriter and tape recorder being within arms reach. Also can’t stand it when my bed isn’t next to a window so I can look outside at the rain. Minor complaints in a sea of things I could bitch about. On the bright side the beer is cold and the Disney VHS tapes haven’t faded at all through these years.

I don’t really have much to say. I just felt like creating something.

I read some of my old notebooks from as far back as 2003. My handwriting was surprisingly better back then. Content wasn’t great. Did find some of my earliest songs and they were pretty good.

I had a dream the other night where a friend of mine made a video for me. The camera was small and sitting inside an empty fish tank. She slowly filled the tank with water and the camera tried to escape. The tank filled up quickly and the camera looked up at her looking back at the camera. As she pulled the camera out of the tank, I too felt like I just came out from under water. She wiped the water off the camera and I felt hands going through my hair. The video ended abruptly and I searched all over the house I was in for her to thank her. She was no where to be found.

Pre-season is gonna be here soon. After pre-season comes the official start to football season. Then comes autumn and the cold and coats and all the colors of the season. Breaths are shorter. My kind of living. And football sets a wonderful structure around it all. No matter how crummy the week is, there’s two great days to look forward to, and one of them is Monday for Christ’s sake. How great is it to be happy on Mondays?

I can't do long summers. My skin can't take it. Long winters are fine. I can take those any day. Sure I'll dream about the sun and beaches and all those fine things, but can only dig it in bursts. The trip to Nantucket was about all the summer I needed. Cold drinks, warm beaches, that scene. But normal day-to-day in horrible heat? It drives me insane.

Promote

Paul has a blog. Paul's blog makes me laugh. It's got booze and smoking and punching and yelling. I like Paul. This is us making metal faces.

080311

Why did I bury my head in the sand when Vampire Weekend first came out?

First of all, they're from New York and the last thing I needed in high school was 20something washashores feeling ways about stuff on Cape Cod. Second, they attracted a crowd I wasn't into back then. Polo shirts looked like straight-jackets. I'll leave it at that.

But now I'm 20something and I don't live on the Cape anymore. This has been the first summer away from there. Hence: now feeling ways about stuff. That and after a long lost weekend on Nantucket, I wish I was a mix of a Ralph Lauren model and a F. Scott Fitzgerald character.

Trust me, the music isn't life changing all of a sudden. It's just good summer music. It's what I need when I'm staring at Parker Street and wishing it was bay-side in Welfleet. I love when music is appropriate for times like that. I hate when it's too appropriate. Hence me apparently going on another long span of time before listening to Picaresque again. It's a dragnet for...well, a lot of things. Concerns that never go away.

****

At the Box Car (a play in one act and three old fashions)

ME: Sir, I just wanna shake your hand.
MAN: Oh? What for?
ME: You're suave. You're one suave guy. I saw you down on Federal and I dig your style.
MAN: Why thank you! What do you do, young man?
ME: I'm an artist. I make tapes.
MAN: My brother is a performance artist. He's really into it down in, uh, New York.
ME: Far out! How about you, sir? How do you make a living?
MAN: (sheepishly) Well I'm sorry, but I'm a lawyer.

****

A little girl
A kid
Dropped a piece of paper
Into my lap
and said
"Draw me your best drawing."
So I did.
"When I was
Your Age
There were only
THREE
Star Wars movies."