May 13th, 2004


He's been taking too much on; there he goes with his perfectly unkept hope...

Wanted: Elitist snob female. Must enjoy a wide variety of music (preferably with a heavy background in 90's alternative rock), films (from blockbusters like the LOTR trilogy and Kill Bill to little known movies like Donnie Darko and anything starring Bruce Campbell), books (Vonnegut, Hornsby, Palahniuk, Adams). Leftist political leanings prefered, but not required. Must be able to endure inane film and television references, being able to recognize them a plus. Qualities that will be considered assets: wit & charm, interest in The Cuddling, lack of dramaqueenishness, trivia-nerdishness. Must be willing to be seen in public with me and willing to consider the occasional lunch date with me, assuming our schedules coincide.
I love the intro to this song. These days it's blasphemous to like Pearl Jam, but I'm not afraid to admit it. My cd book contains Versus, Ten, Vitalogy, No Code, and Yield. At some point I'll pick up Lost Dogs and Riot Act, the former for some of the classic bootlegs, the latter for the sake of owning it. It's a guilty pleasure of mine. I have worse.
Kurt Vonnegut on liberals, conservatives, and Fossil Fuel: The Original Designer Drug. Thanks to Chad for the link.
Sometimes I feel the urge to be a dick. At least it entertains me.
  • Current Music
    Pearl Jam - Yellow Ledbetter

It seems like the daylight is coming and no one is watching but me...

The late Anton Chekov gives a reading at Barnes & Noble. My favorite part of the whole affair is the picture with Normal Bob Smith of Jesus Dress Up fame. Take a few minutes and skim through their other exploits. This is the sort of thing I'd like to get in on.

A lot of new people have added me recently. You'll pardon me if I don't add you all right away. It's tough for me to keep up with the people I'm already reading, much less new people that I don't know anything about. As I get time, I'll skim your journals and see if I've an interest in reciprocating. You're more than welcome to keep me on your friends lists, of course. I'm not one of those fascist LJers (I'm a wholly different type of fascist).

This gloomy weather has been the perfect setting for re-reading High Fidelity. I'm tempted to burn off a disc of moody folksy stuff (I'm thinking some Beck, Bob Dylan, Buck 65, El-P's "High Water", some of my live Counting Crows stuff, blah blah blah) and finding someplace to park my car and veg out. I forgot that this is a good book to read while in a state of emotional distress about your life. Any source of catharsis is welcome these days.

Plans for the weekend are non-existant so far. I need to fill out my paperwork for the new job (and probably pester Dave at some point to find out his suggestion of clothing for Monday's orientation at the downtown office since the paperwork is vague as to how much nicer I should dress there as compared to where I'll be working, though they insist on telling me I should dress nicer.) Cheating Kay is playing some coffee house out on College tomorrow night, but I haven't convinced myself that I should call around to find someone to go.

Sorry about all those <hr> tags early. I felt like being obnoxious.
  • Current Music
    Beck - Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997