Passed Cartoon Heroes. Passed Rhythm and Police. Cs on both. 554 combo on Hot Limit.

Majorly sweaty.

I think I like Low best at their most banal. Lyrically speaking. Not speaking lyrically, ha ha. See Sunflower; see California.

Unwarranted effusiveness ( Read more... )

...I saw myself in the book, a single man drinking gin and loving a married woman. I thought of the sleeping children above me and was ashamed; but I also felt the slow and persuasive undertow of delight.

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I do feel guilty about reading fiction when there's work to be done. But only a little.

Taking the hands ( Read more... )

Now, this is odd ( Read more... )

Wordism of the day: gaminish. 'Snot in the dictionary, so I figured it for a halfhearted adjective form of gamine. Thanks, Philip Roth! It's a shame I don't enjoy your writing, otherwise ( Read more... )

Everything's cauterized, more or less, but I got honest-to-God misty reading a piece in last weekend's Times Magazine. An article on Bumfights. I'd known about the videos for some time, in an abstract way--they'd elicited a witless "how awful!" and nothing more. But ( Read more... )

Bare walls and gap-toothed bookshelves remind me that my surroundings, media-wise, aren't properly reflective of my (great and terrible) inner beauty. There's not enough that's pretty around here--the apartment's sort of drab, and it's getting me down. So I'm formally soliciting internet-communicable pretties--photos or text or musics or whatever ( Read more... )

Stuck again--one of those ruts where conversations turn grave without cause. Everything's longfaced and morose, and I'm sick of it. Today I felt determined to be happy about things--chin up, and all. This meant playing the Pillows a little too loud and buying video games and making up a grimly cheerful list of lovely stuffs to do. Several of ( Read more... )