I was thinking today about all the people I never talk to anymore. It's strange how uneventfully people can leave your life. I can run down half a dozen people in my cell phone that I haven't talked to in months--but I still have their numbers and, I would presume (hope), they still have mine. What happens? How is it that neither of us picks up the phone to call the other one anymore? There wasn't a fight or disagreement or decision to avoid all contact... Things just... stopped. It actually kind of depresses me. The worst part is that even though I am thinking about these couple of people, I am not going to call. By now, it's simply too much work to catch up on a friendship. And I suppose that's the reason--a mutual understanding that the amount of work it would take to resume a friendship isn't worth the friendship itself.
Equally depressing thought.
Craving sushi lately. A guy told me about this place he loves going and they do "wasabi bombs!" Once they have eaten everything, they take the leftover wasabi and leftover ginger and wrap the wasabi up in the ginger and swallow it. I'm getting sushi in Lansing in a couple weeks--a place that has come recommended. I used to have it almost every week when I lived in IL. I'm starting to forget what it tastes like---that's NOT good.
Wilco's new record came out today. It's really good. I'm sure a lot of people will be disappointed, but I like the organic nature of the recordings. It's still experimental in many ways, but it does seem more raw too. And Tweedy's lyrics are as moving as ever.
Might be an early night for me. I'm thinking it might be a book and Jack and coke evening--that is, unless c@it comes online to chat it up.
Hap-Hap-Happy Birthday to one of my inspirations in the world of entertainment. This man has brought music to millions of people around the world in a fresh and cutting edge way. He has dated quite a few women that most American males would love the chance to simply wave at. And he has set a new standard for cool. Boys and girls, today, turning 31 years old, is......
Carson Daly
Excuse me while I go "release" the pizza I had before.
