Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Some things in life just don't make no sense

Why is it that some people get ahead in life and some sputter and wind up living with their parents and working at a gas station? Is there a trait that predicts our success in life? Lets look at some facts:

a) I am really fucking lazy. I mean, I have met some lazy people in my time, but damn. I win huge at being lazy. Yesterday it was raining on the way home. I was supposed to do laundry last night, but I can't do it in the rain because the clothes would get soaked walking home. Common sense. Once I get home, however, it is no longer raining. She says to me: "So, are we doing laundry?" and I laugh at her because in the two minutes since I walked in the door I have already managed to get out of my wet clothes and into a new t-shirt and open a beer and find a comfortable spot on the bed to start an article in Details. That is how lazy I am.

b) I didn't do so well in college. I mean, I did well. But not as well as I could have. I have friends working for Deloitte and SAS and IBM. I'm cool with where I wound up, but I could have done a little better, I imagine. I drank a lot in college, I went to a lot of shows on Monday nights, I joined a fraternity, blah blah blah. I had a great time, but "college" wasn't so much about the "school" as it was the "experience," dig?

c) I know some stuff about some things, but one thing I don't a goddamned thing about is physical therapy. In fact, I have to type "physical therapy" in Microsoft Word because I didn't know how to spell "therapy" until she started school two weeks ago. I don't know what physical therapists do or how they do it. I do know that I got a dirty look last night because we were looking at this physical therapy magazine and I laughed at the old man trying to walk on the treadmill that has straps to hold you up. Trust me on this one, it is fucking hilarious. But don't tell that to a physical therapist.

With these facts firmly embedded into your brain like a penny dropped from the Eiffel Tower, I ask you one simply question: With prior knowledge of all of these facts -- my laziness, my lack of general knowledge and my complete lack of knowledge regarding the field of physical therapy -- why am I doing her homework for her?

Monday, June 27, 2005

More rain

Brooklyn Vegan and My Old Kentucky Blog are getting a jump on their Top 10 lists for 2005. In the spirit of stealing other people's ideas, here is a sneak peek of what you'll be seeing in January from me:

5) Spoon - Gimmie Fiction
4) Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! - Self Titled
3) Sufjan Stevens - Illinoise
2) Death From Above 1979 - You're a Woman, I'm a Machine
1) Moutain Goats - Sunset Tree

Honorable mentions should go to Shakira, Decemberists, Of Montreal and Bloc Party (if for nothing other than a having a great fucking PR firm).

Also, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club has a new album called "Howl," and people say that they are good or something. I'll let you know if it's great.

And finally, I decided that I simply can't relate to kids these days. Who goes to Crazy Fire over Bali Hai? Sweet lordy, what happened to college kids?

Friday, June 24, 2005

It's incredible to me how much we take for granted the distance that the internet has come since Compuserve in the early 90's. We all do it. Just a second ago, I remembered that a coworker at my agency said something about a place called Duke's on Park Avenue by Union Square. This afternoon I happen to be meeting some people in that area, so I was trying to think of something to kill some time until they get off of work. I remembered Duke's, opened Internet Explorer, typed "Dukes Park Ave" into my handy Google toolbar and the very first Google hit has it's address and informs me that the food is BBQ and soul, and that I should get the pulled pork. It took me less than twenty seconds to think of a bar, find it, and mentally map out a route (and if you don't know your route, just click here). Jesus that is so cool.

Also, The Wife needs an mp3 player with the ability to record lectures. Anybody have experience with the more inexpensive ones? I know you can do it on an iPod, but $299 plus $39 for an iTalk isn't quite in our budget. Lemme know.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

You lose

Proof that even if you graduated from Chapel Hill Duke it doesn't mean that you won't suck at life.

P.S. If you say "Cameron Crazies" out loud it sounds even gayer than reading it.

There's a party on the roof across the street

My goodness! I'll admit that I was a little skeptical about the Pitchfork review of the brand new Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! album yesterday, but it really is very good. They have a fine live show if you can get tickets to see them now that they are the next Arcade Fire. I still don't think that the record overall is "timeless" enough to deserve a 9.0, but it is a damn fine album. My guess is that it should have fallen somewhere in the 7.5 range but Pitchfork gave them an extra one and half points for being from New York. Here's a song to get you started.

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! - The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth

In other news, Chase agreed to make the stencil of the rooster in exchange for a shirt, so hopefully I'll get off my ass and go buy some stuff for it this weekend. Has anyone ever done this before? Can you just spray paint a t-shirt? Or do you need to use rollers like these guys recommend? And what is an 'acetate sheet?' From what I understand, plain old paper is not ideal because it deforms when it gets wet. If you've got any experience in this let me know.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

The Good Life

The life of a consultant is a good one. It's almost like being James Bond except that instead of a gun I have a Hewlett Packard financial calculator and instead of a tuxedo I have a pocket protector. But the life of a consultant lends itself, theoretically, to flying around the world and having sex with lots of Russian and/or Asian girls. Thus far I've mostly stayed in my cubicle and not had sex with anyone of European descent, but I'm sure my day will come. Today my boss half-assed brought up the possibility of a permanent job and I asked him if it came with any benefits like Russian girls, but he said we'd discuss it later. I think that means I'll have bargain with him.

Yesterday Snapple blew it's load all over the streets of Manhattan. This led to much hilarity and bicycles not being able to stay upright.

This weekend marks the beginning of a New York City tradition, Shakespeare in the Park, which sounds like it will be lot of fun. You also get the added bonus of being able to bring up something intelligent sounding in conversations. For example: If someone asks you what you did this weekend you could reply in a well-groomed Boston accent (which is important), "Well, I packed a lovely lunch and took my fiancé (the accent is also important) into the city (this makes it sound like you live in Connecticut) to see 'As You Like It,'" instead of saying "Dude Saturday I was watching SpikeTV and I totally ripped this huge fart on my girlfriend's face. It was wicked funny." So maybe you should think about going out and not ripping farts on your girlfriend's face (even though it would be wicked funny).

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! got a 9.0 from Pitchfork. I'll let you decide for yourself, but I still think that overall the Triangle's got NYC beat bad.

Also remember that today is the anniversary of June 22nd, 2004, so I'll be celebrating with a traditional dinner of spicy shrimp pasta and Natural Light. Let the festivities begin!

Monday, June 20, 2005

Loves the cock


What are the chances I can get one of you vector graphics people to recreate something like this (except using Helvetica Black as the font, and better) so I can print that sucker out and make a stencil to spray paint onto t-shirts? I've convinced myself that if I can get it on a t-shirt it'll only be a matter of time before I get the tattoo. Leave a comment if you're game.

Spaceboy [Napster], I've missed you

I am recovering Napster user. I have been since the spring of oh-one, or whenever it was that they shut the sucker down. Wait, wait! Hold your angry emails! I'm not scum, or a leech (mostly)! What I enjoyed about the service was the unique opportunity to sample diverse music at a high speed -- a feature necessary for pinning down the highly mobile, on the go, no frills youth market segment. With Napster, finding a buddy with new music you've never heard of was a simple "Browse User's Files" click away. With Epitonic and similar sites, it's a chore to find music that fits your discriminating taste quickly. But with a service like Napster, if you like Rocket From the Crypt and Hot Snakes, you've got pretty good odds of finding some more Swami stuff from the guy who has both in his catalog. Since forking over the cash for an iPod, I've been forced to find similar ways to predict my music taste and find new artists. Audioscrobbler works OK but I've still got bad feelings from when they jerked us around a few years ago (It works! It doesn't work! You listened to Avril 34,819 times yesterday! Nobody listens to the same music as you! Now hundreds of people do!). Allmusic is a staple, but often very much off the mark (their "star" rating system must be a relative star rating. Relative to what, no one knows). So I was thrilled when I came upon Fiona's Stairway to Heaven Forum. I'm not scared of posting it's location here (it's supposed to be fairly hush-hush) because nobody really reads this page anyway, and Stairway to Heaven is already so massive we rape open FTPs and Dirs with the force of a thousand angry elephants. But the incredible thing about the community is the variety of genres, ages, tastes and quality of the music and posters. It's a hodge-podge of "collectors," or as we say, music snobs. Last night I was thrilled to find a five disc Pumpkins box set put together by the man himself, including demos from as early as '88, live versions of Gish-era songs, and an alternate version of "Spaceboy." I almost peed my pants. Then this morning I discovered that it's all been posted by Billy himself for free. Not that it will take any of the fun out of listening to it. I can't wait to get home and crank "Mayonnaise". But there's a certain thrill in stumbling upon something new and hearing it for the first time. It's better than drugs (somebody should have told me that years ago). So I post this as a community service to all. But, as the mantra goes, please Hammer [downloader], don't hurt 'em [the artists][implied: buy some CDs].

Friday, June 17, 2005

Steve Jobs says "Stay cool, brah"

Let me tell you a story. Today was my very first "casual Friday" and it really threw me for a loop. You could cut the tension with a knife when I walked through the huge glass doors in jeans and a four year old thrift store button up -- rolled sleeves like I was at the beach. "Can I roll sleeves if I'm already this dressed down? Jesus I wore loafers with no socks! That's a Sunday only move! What was I thinking?!" I dreaded the entrance so much that I ducked into the WC before I got to my bosses office. "Should I tuck it in? Fuck it," I thought, and decided to throw the dice, and roll the chips or however that one metaphor goes. I slowly approach the corridor where my coworkers will be, sitting there, pretending to be busy. "I bet they just told me to wear jeans to set me up! I bet the CFO is coming by today! Bastards!" Just then, my boss turns the corner. And he's wearing a Yank's jersey. And black jeans. And the tension melts as I slip into my fake Herman Miller office chair and stare at my inbox for a couple of hours.

Here is a boring, random post for a boring, random afternoon. Fortunately my mood is improving because apparently I'm not the only who wants to slam his face into the desk because it's Friday. And in no time I'll be back in Brooklyn with a beer. Also I am still kind of excited about my guilty pleasure purchase yesterday afternoon: a pink button-down. Ralph Lauren, thirty bucks at Century 21. How great is that. Ok here you go.

Thighs Wide Shut says he's from Charlotte and has some ties in Raleigh, but after this trainwreak of a post, he just sounds like another transplant trying to overcompensate for his southern heritage. Everybody knows that Bojangles is the reason for waking up in the morning. And comparing Popeyes "red beans and rice" to dirty rice is heresey. Conclusion: Just because you live up here now doesn't mean you have to vote for Hillary Clinton and quit sayin' y'all.

Did you know that Jenny Lewis was in The Wizard? Also stolen from the Thighmaster.

Boingboing points us to a Flikr photo set of people pushing the leaning tower of Pisa. Except not so much.

Everybody and their momma are talking about Steve Job's comencement speech at Stanford this week. It's rousing and surprisingly "grassrootsey." But then again, I guess when you go to Stanford you expect a helluva graduation speaker. I think our speaker was a hog farmer or something. I skipped out.

"Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."
Steve Jobs

It'd be easier if it were cloudy out or something

Most people get up at six in the morning and commute into work so that they can do a job. Some people are proud of their jobs. Some people hate their jobs. But most of them are doing something at work. I am not one of those people. I get paid to play on the internet for six hours a day. Plus an hour for lunch and two fifteen minute breaks. If you do the math, that leaves enough time for about thirty minutes of work per day. Most of the time I don't mind this situation. Seriously. I'm a nerd anyway. But today I'm so ready to get out of this place that I'm about ready to stab myself in the throat with my blue Pilot Precise V5 Rolling Ball pen just so they'll tell me to go home. Come on, 4:30*.

*Fucking unions. New Yorkers can't stand free markets.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Smoking in the boy's room

I took physics in high school for two years. Our professor was an older man who made us call him Doctor Roth. Not to say that he didn't, in fact, hold a doctoral degree -- it was just humorous when he turned visibly agitated if we called him "Mister". He was colorblind and he smoked Pall Mall 100's and ate Lance cheese crackers. There was not, at any time throughout our two year relationship, a point when I was not terrified of coming within a couple of feet from him: for one, because we stole his cigarettes on a regular basis and I'm sure he knew it was us (there were only two us who smoked), and secondly, because the smell of cigarettes and cheese crackers together was noxious enough that I used more of my mental capacities contemplating how on earth he ever found a wife than I ever used on any physics problem. His daily attire consisted mainly of turquoise pants and shirts that you might originally believe to be categorized as "Hawaiian," except that they bore no Hawaiian themes, which he blamed on his wife.

Dr. Roth was clearly not used to teaching physics to high school students. It was painfully obvious that he was a college professor who, for one reason or another, chose to help rear our much more, let's say, unbridled, minds. He left the room for exams. He could care less what we programmed into our gargantuan Texas Instruments calculators. He took up homework at the end of the period which encouraged me to befriend Matt, who I became good friends with later, so that I could copy his homework during class. His grading scale prepared me for college more than any other high school experience: we had no idea what we would get until the end of each semester. In retrospect, I imagine that he didn't, either.

Part of our curriculum was understanding and converting temperatures: Celsius to Fahrenheit to Kelvin, you get the drift. While attempting to explain Kelvin to students who were about as familiar with physics as we were the opposite sex (that is to say, not at all), he told us that -273 degrees Celsius (how in the hell did I remember that?) was called absolute zero, and that was that. You can't get any colder. I liked to argue with Dr. Roth because I had a philosophy class with him, as well (and a psychology class, now that I think about it), so I tried to get him to explain why. He said that because as you gradually lose more and more heat, objects in space get progressively smaller (that is, more compacted) until you get to absolute zero, where there is nothing left. Clearly, this was not the way my brain wanted to hear this explanation. I argued with him. I asked him about conservation of matter and energy. Where does it go? He brushed me off (most likely because he was used to me by then) and I swore on that day to be the man who discovers -274 degrees Celsius. Absolute zero was a hoax. I just knew it.

If you're still with me, I realize that that sounds stupid. But, come on, I was seventeen or something. Gimmie a damn break.

I hadn't thought about physics in a long time. My freshman year I took an intro class that I aced without opening the book. At least something rubbed off, I suppose. I also read Brian Greene's "The Elegant Universe" the summer it came out. But I am a business major. I didn't have to take anything difficult in college. A couple months ago I bought Brian Greene's new book, "The Fabric of the Cosmos." If you don't know Greene you should check out one or both of these books. You don't have to know anything about physics, I swear. And they are fascinating. In any case, I've been plodding through "Fabric" over the past couple of months. Last night I got to a passage in which the author tells you to imagine a completely empty space -- and it shot into my head: that is why absolute zero is absolute. Matter doesn't go anywhere when temperature drops. But, theoretically, if there were no matter, there would be no heat. And it would be zero degrees. And all I could think was "why the fuck didn't he just say that."

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Sunday best

Can you be sexy at the office? I think I've already proven that you certainly can be. But Naked & Angry will help those of you without my natural good looks. These ties are sexy. Sexy like Kirsten Dunst laid out on a bed at The Plaza in a little black teddy holding a giant bottle of champagne. And she's trying to be all coy, like she doesn't want it reeeal bad. That is exactly what you will feel like if you put on one of these ties. From the nouveau-design conglomerate skinnyCorp that brought you Threadless. via Kottke.

P.S. Yikes, I just Googled "Kirsten Dunst" to make sure I spelled her name right and now I can't stand up for fear of being, um, 'noticed.'

edit:
My dear graphic designer friends,
You should take some of these and make them into patterns and submit them to Naken & Angry and then get lots of money. I get at least two of the free ties for the great idea. Ready, set, go!
I like this one the best

Holy crap brown

Er, I switched to Blogger. Mostly because I don't know my Wordpress password anymore and when I set it up I must have CHMOD'ed something wrong, because it won't send me an email reminder. So when I get a new job I wouldn't have the password saved anymore. But also because this page looked like poop in Mozilla. And nobody told me. But I am kind of digging the brown, or "Peach Fuzz 03" & "04" if you ask RGB.

You can keep your links if you want. It'll still work with all the numbers. But if snumbers.blogspot.com is easier to remember, it's just another perk of selling out to the man.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Death Party From the Bloc Above '79

Death From Above covers Bloc Party. It's Williamsburg's wet dream. I really try hard not to be completely dorky most of the time, but then I go out and do shit like this. Trust me, it's worth it. In fact, maybe you should click right here, wink wink, and do it for yourself (that's just the DFA version. I assume that you already have the Bloc Party version, right?). Maybe somebody with some mixing skills wants to take the hard work out of doing this? The record will be a 7" called "Black History Month" and it's due out soon. And if you don't already have You're a Woman, I'm a Machine than you should quit your damn job and go to the record store and buy it immediately. Because it. Is. Awesome. (Thanks, Take Your Medicine!)

edit;

It looks like the 7" dropped yesterday in three versions, two wax and one shiny plastic.

7” #1 Tracklisting :

1. Black History Month
2. Black History Month (Sammy Danger Remix)

7” #2 Tracklisting :

1. Black History Month (Sammy Danger NLS Edit)
2. Black History Month (Alan Braxe & Fred Falke Remix)

CD Tracklisting :

1. Black History Month
2. Luno

Monday, June 13, 2005

Clear like a mountain stream, except better


Holy shit this deserves it's own post. Researching pictures of Pepsi can's for the last post I remembered the much loved-and-lost Crystal Pepsi. So, as we between the ages of 12 and 47 (maybe 48) do when we need our queries un-queried, I Googled that shit and found the Crystal Pepsi Fanpage! Not only was Crystal Pepsi loved by a money-hungry Van Halen, melting our twelve year old hearts with "Right here, right now," but apparently Tom Cochrane was in on the audio Pepsi love, too! Do you see that?! It all comes full circle. Like the circle of life except totally gayer and with longer hair. Check out the playlist for this Official Crystal Pepsi Comp:

Various Artists: "Slipped Disc"
Compilation CD (1993)
Label: Crystal Pepsi

1) Life Is A Highway - Tom Cochrane
2) Children - EMF
3) Cat's In The Cradle - Ugly Kid Joe
4) Pictures of Matchstick Men - Camper Van Beethoven
5) Tones of Home - Blind Melon
6) Fire - Red Hot Chili Peppers
7) Just The Way It Is, Baby - The Rembrandts
8) Head On - The Pixies
9) I Don't Want Your Love - Duran Duran
10) Sleeping Satellite - Tasmin Archer

The Pixies, for god's sake! What would their fanbase think?! I propose, right here, right now (did you see that?), that we take back what is rightfully ours and demand the reintroduction of Crystal Pepsi. Or at lease do like Nike and put up a super-elite storefront where only bloggers are allowed in. Here's a choice excerpt from the guestbook:
Jessica says: I hope they keep Pepsi Blue out.

CLASSIC

Ad sense

Graphic Design USA has a nice article about trends in 2005 logo design that I ripped off from 86th street. He notes that he likes the "weaves" the best, and I think he's right. I think that, even absent of color, our currency is designed very well (although I'm no fan of the big offset faces of late). The BONY logo (above) by Lippincott Mercer is my favorite, abliet a bit too obvious as a reference to currency. They are also a prime job prospect in a couple of years so if you're reading give me a job please. I've always been a fan of the Travelocity logo. I love the font in the Song logo, and coupled with it's simplicity, it has always attracted me. Hell, even the Pepsi logo is much better than the one that they are using. I know it took Pepsi until the mid-nineties to get rid of the nineteen-eighty-something version of their logo (Do you remember the tri-color cans? Hideous! Oh, oh, and the "neon" cans! Damn, Crystal Pepsi was the great, though, wasn't it?), but I fear it's time for an upgrade. One thing I'm not sure about is what the article refers to as the "blow out," which includes fading and lens flare. I don't know if the concept is practical because the numerous applications of a logo, I'm sure it's the least cost effective and I get the feeling that they are trying too hard. But I guess Microsoft pulled it off (sort of). What do you think?

Guten Morgan!

Wow! This morning I put the iPod on shuffle (which I rarely do, now that I have a sufficient collection of music and a computer at home) for the ride into work this morning and it was as if there was some tiny, mind-reading gremlin inside of it and it read my thoughts and made charts and graphs and Excel models to determine exactly which song would be right for the moment. But you have to be careful if you are a mind reading gremlin because your first instinct is to play the obvious tunes. For instance, when it decided that a Richard Buckner song was due, did it play something off Dents and Shells, one of the most brilliant albums ever recorded? No, no, no. That would be too easy. It played "Lovin Her Was Easier," the Kris Kristofferson cover. I also got Dinosaur Jr's cover of "Show Me the Way," which gives you your fix for early 90's grunge and Frampton at the same time. Pure genius. Don't think it stopped there. Oh no. This one was gold: Appleseed Cast followed up by Whiskeytown?! Simply stunning. It's like those trail-mix packages that, at first are sweet and crunchy but then, as if by some confectioner's mad-plot to satiate hungry hikers, has a kick of saltiness at the same time! The only thing that would make it better would be a pristine view of the Appalachians and a rucksack. What's that? Is that Hella? It is! It's better than the mountains. It's better than the Brandenburg Gate at sunrise. It's glorious. Good morning, Monday.

Friday, June 10, 2005

LOL internet

Have you ever met anyone from the internet? Once, a year or two ago, I met a guy I met from a now defunct messageboard called People Talk Too Loud (which Kevin introduced me too) at a Built To Spill show. We had drinks before hand and it was a lot of fun. I was in a great mood because I took this girl that I had a huge crush on, so I was too happy to be anxious or shy.

Tonight, I am possibly meeting some people from Park Slope at a hot hipster bar off Union. So wish me luck. And tell me of your experiences.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

I'm an impressionable child in a tumultuous world

My five favorite words are "this one's on the house," except when "this one" is Jack Daniel's number eight or nine, and "this one" happens to be the one that pushes you to that place where playing Meatloaf really fucking loud at eleven at night seems like a good idea. Then something makes you decide that you should go back out to that bar around the corner for one last beer with the fucking Bay Ridge Gotti boys. At that point my favorite words would probably be "you're cut off."

This is what happens when she leaves. And she only left yesterday afternoon. Get in touch if you'd like to tie one (or four) on while I'm still free.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Well, I've got a window

Listen, I realize that you've probably already decided what amount of risk you are willing to take when choosing the person to fill this position, so I'm not going to try and convince you to lower your standards and hire someone with as little experience as me if you know that you want someone with four years in an I-Bank. Because the bottom line is: no matter how well I perform, if you didn't want me here in the first place you won't be happy with me. If, however, you are on the fence about a recent grad, let me tell you this: I know that I can handle any project that you throw at me with a little bit of training. [One of the current consultants] sounded very bright on the phone when I talked to her and while explaining the workload, this position sounded like something that I would excel at and enjoy. You know as well as I do that risk and return are directly correlated, and I feel confident enough in my abilities to say to you that you will not be disappointed if you put me at that desk on Monday morning.

That is what I should have said at my interview. Six months ago. Som'beach.

And just to juxtapose [super hot, resume busting unnamed I-Bank] with where I work right now: we just had to install automatic flush sensors on the urinals because no one here seems to grasp the concept that pee smells bad.

If you need me, I'll be on Craigslist.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Earndhardt made a brief appearance, too

One of our friends was taking us to the airport yesterday afternoon to catch our flight out of RDU and said to me, "I can't believe you are going home to New York." I told her she could have my plane ticket if she really wanted it.

Five days wasn't enough to see everyone, or to see anyone for enough time. I wore myself out trying to make the rounds but I still didn't have time for everyone. My sincerest apologies if you are in that group (Sorry, Ms. Mayer). But between the time off and reacquainting myself with having a ringing cell phone and driving a car, I had a lot of fun. And I felt less like an adult than I have in a long time. Thursday night a few of us went to catch Spoon in Carrboro. Shows at the Cradle always end pretty early, so we kicked it into Sophomore-year mode and stepped on it back to downtown Raleigh where we were able to see three quarters of Ted Leo's set. Friday was full of heart-to-hearts hugs and talking about Jewish people. Saturday was full of family and then full of Jack Daniel's. Sunday is the day of rest. And then lots and lots of "I missed you soooo much" sex (can you say that on the internet?).

Thanks to everybody who made my trip worthwhile. There was absolutely no drama and there were lots of chicks making out with each other on top of me. But now that I think about it there was only one free beer (GG, Brian).

And my Mom is pretty fucking funny:

"I thought he'd like to see all the things that are changing in Charlotte. Like the Walmart."

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Country Road

I'll be leaving NYC for the first time in ten months (!) this afternoon. Well, I mean I've been in Jersey for a couple days but that doesn't really count. Since I've started working I've had less time to think about Raleigh and what I miss about the south, but now that I'm headed back it's like a rush of blood to the head. I have a list of things I need to do that would take two months to get done. I am supposed to see so many people that I feel like I'll disappoint if I can't make it. I have family two hours south but I don't have a car. So at best, this will be a hectic trip. I am completely looking forward to it. If any of you will be in Raleigh or Charlotte feel free to call. I've got the new phone, but you can always call the old one.

Now I have a serious question:

Do you watch your significant other poop? I mean, not watch, but have you ever witnessed the act? I've been living with The Wife for over a year now and this issue is still a point of conflict for us. Bathroom time is alone time. Shower time is also alone time. Now, I break my rules in the morning because there are three of us trying to get out of the house in the same forty five minutes, so I'll bust in and brush my teeth while she's in the shower. And I can even take showers with someone. But when she gets out I have to take a real shower. But bathroom time means nobody comes in. When this comes up, I get looks like I have countless personality disorders. I probably have a little more than a slight case of the OCD's, but having somebody watch me poop is a huge line in the sand ain't nobody crossing. Fine: squeeze the fucking toothpaste from the top. I'll just fix it tomorrow. But you absolutely leave me alone in the bathroom.

So am I crazy or what?


Brooks & Dunn - Ain't Nothing About You
Shakira - En Tus Pupilas (In Your Pupils?) from her new album

And some live Modest Mouse from Baron Von Bullshit Rides Again:
Never Ending Math Equation
Paper Thin Wall
The Good Times Are Killing Me