There's something in Steve Earle's picking style that, even on a song not particularly sad, like "Tennessee Blues," or downright happy, like "Sparkle and Shine," that just pulls at my heart a little and colors all of his songs just a bit blue. They're not all "Lonelier Than This"-level tearjerkers but just kind of singed around the edges with loss ( Read more... )

As befitting its subject matter, it is the largest, most complex and most painful tattoo I have so far. And it is lovely. Shane outdid himself and I will post pictures tomorrow, for now I am going to sleep.

One more thing: I really like the new single from The Killers.

Between my right foot, my left foot, and my right leg, I have a total of fourteen fire-ant bites.

To record a cover of this song, ( this is how I'll sing it: )

Thank god, it's over, it's done. My application for the Graduate College and my application for the Teacher Recruitment Program are in. I just sent my completed FAFSA (It has gotten way more complicated since my Freshman year of college nigh on to ten years ago). My essays are written and my references have sent in letters of recommendation. Now ( Read more... )

http://www.rathergood.com/beer

1. Make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up ( Read more... )

Dammit, I love that book so much. Probably because Gretchen is me circa 1996-1999 (and again circa 2002-2004) and I've been in that exact Brian/Gretchen relationship at least three times, maybe four. I just finished reading it again.

Technically it's Jeremy's book, but it likes me better.

Saturday I shall start reading Love in the Asylum which ( Read more... )

I passionately disagree with the idea of playing to the lowest common denominator when dealing with a group of people, and I feel that with recent adjustments to our attendance and dress policies, that is precisely what the company that owns my company is doing. We are not being treated as valued professionals in our field. We are being policed ( Read more... )

Before last Friday the last punk show I went to was Gogol Bordello with Jill and Zach in Dallas, in March, five days before Mike died. I didn't realize until I said it out loud that night at the third bar while a very loud metal band played inside, but for a long time I didn't want it to get better. I wanted, for a few months, to stay in mourning ( Read more... )