I agree with c@it--I also really like Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Their site has 3 free mp3s. Unfortunately they aren't in Michigan anytime soon. I missed them a couple weeks ago at Notre Dame.... As usual c@it, I support and agree with your musical tastes!
Amy has continued to be gracious and allow me to post again at SYF. I posted about Minus Story--check them out.
Happy Belated Birthday to Ashlee Simpson. Sorry I haven't called you back yet...
Sentimental Valium
Thursday, October 06, 2005
|Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Currently playing: "Walking Zero" by Sneaker Pimps.
A rock hit my windshield this morning. I was trapped behind two dump trucks on the highway, travelling 70mph+ and I could see the rock coming towards me. It really was a slow-motion-like sight. It hit the windshield twice! The first time caused it to bounce straight back and then it hit again. Both impacts caused a not-so-cute snowflake-shaped "crack" on the windshield.
Before the rock thing, I saw a man at the YMCA that I hope to never lay my eyes on again. Now, I often feel a little self-conscious shaving my face at the Y--I probably shouldn't, but I do. I rarely shave my head there. Some things just feel better suited for your home bathroom you know? Well this man has no concept of that. He was literally shaving his torso, in front of the line of mirrors, using the faucets that are motion operated. Picture this: a pale, strawberry-blonde middle-aged man, holding a razor under the faucet, trying to get the water to come on, while his chest is lathered with shaving creme/cream. (Which is it? Creme or cream?) If that wasn't enough, he then shaved his pits.
This image has been burnt into my mind all day.
Exit music: "Hang Over" by The Album Leaf.
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A rock hit my windshield this morning. I was trapped behind two dump trucks on the highway, travelling 70mph+ and I could see the rock coming towards me. It really was a slow-motion-like sight. It hit the windshield twice! The first time caused it to bounce straight back and then it hit again. Both impacts caused a not-so-cute snowflake-shaped "crack" on the windshield.
Before the rock thing, I saw a man at the YMCA that I hope to never lay my eyes on again. Now, I often feel a little self-conscious shaving my face at the Y--I probably shouldn't, but I do. I rarely shave my head there. Some things just feel better suited for your home bathroom you know? Well this man has no concept of that. He was literally shaving his torso, in front of the line of mirrors, using the faucets that are motion operated. Picture this: a pale, strawberry-blonde middle-aged man, holding a razor under the faucet, trying to get the water to come on, while his chest is lathered with shaving creme/cream. (Which is it? Creme or cream?) If that wasn't enough, he then shaved his pits.
This image has been burnt into my mind all day.
Exit music: "Hang Over" by The Album Leaf.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Just finished the book Yes Man and I'm inspired. I've shared with a few people my Yes Man-ifesto and I'm more convinced than ever of my need to embrace opportunities. I bought a watch. I said "yes" today when someone asked if I'd be open to a blind date. I know there is more to come--more that I need to accept. Maybe it's nothing profound, but I do anticipate it would/will be life-changing for me, in small, but important ways.
This paragraph alone was important to me.
. . . not having said yes to something that would have been great seemed worse than having said yes to something that could have been bad... Sure, it's a case-by-case thing, but I was starting to realise that regret could always be with you. And maybe there's a real difference between doing something we regret, and regretting not having done something. And it seemed that difference could be . . . well . . . sadness."
Was part of the Michigan HIV/AIDS Walk yesterday. Proud to be part of a community that cares about those kinds of things. Walked with a group that had six girls under the age of 12. Made it fun--and helped us be next to last in a group of 1200 or so.
I'll admit it: I've watched a couple of episodes of My Super Sweet 16. It's true. It's mindless entertainment and confirms that I really don't want to be wealthy. The expectations of these teenagers, admittedly isolated few, is beyond sad and turns comical. They almost seem like caricatures--not real people at all. But what I want to see is the follow-up special. I want to see the "My What-The-Hell Happened To My Life, Below-Average 23rd." Instead of Ciara showing up at the party (Episode 203: Amanda), they'll have to try and get Scott Stapp. And you can forget about the silly "invite only" lists by then too. I'd watch this show! Please God, please!!
Have you seen the newest fast food abomination? Burger King has the Meat'Normous Omelet Sandwhich.
I'm not even sure what to say about it...
Been listening non-stop to three albums.
Rosie Thomas If Songs Could Be Held
Ron Sexsmith Other Songs
Bob Dylan Blonde On Blonde
Been in a mellow music mood I guess, but mostly been wanting to hear great songwriting. All three records are full of great songs. I'll work on writing about Rosie Thomas for Shake Your Fist.
Won $38 dollars at the last poker night.
Say "yes" more.
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This paragraph alone was important to me.
. . . not having said yes to something that would have been great seemed worse than having said yes to something that could have been bad... Sure, it's a case-by-case thing, but I was starting to realise that regret could always be with you. And maybe there's a real difference between doing something we regret, and regretting not having done something. And it seemed that difference could be . . . well . . . sadness."
Was part of the Michigan HIV/AIDS Walk yesterday. Proud to be part of a community that cares about those kinds of things. Walked with a group that had six girls under the age of 12. Made it fun--and helped us be next to last in a group of 1200 or so.
I'll admit it: I've watched a couple of episodes of My Super Sweet 16. It's true. It's mindless entertainment and confirms that I really don't want to be wealthy. The expectations of these teenagers, admittedly isolated few, is beyond sad and turns comical. They almost seem like caricatures--not real people at all. But what I want to see is the follow-up special. I want to see the "My What-The-Hell Happened To My Life, Below-Average 23rd." Instead of Ciara showing up at the party (Episode 203: Amanda), they'll have to try and get Scott Stapp. And you can forget about the silly "invite only" lists by then too. I'd watch this show! Please God, please!!
Have you seen the newest fast food abomination? Burger King has the Meat'Normous Omelet Sandwhich.
I'm not even sure what to say about it...
Been listening non-stop to three albums.
Rosie Thomas If Songs Could Be Held
Ron Sexsmith Other Songs
Bob Dylan Blonde On Blonde
Been in a mellow music mood I guess, but mostly been wanting to hear great songwriting. All three records are full of great songs. I'll work on writing about Rosie Thomas for Shake Your Fist.
Won $38 dollars at the last poker night.
Say "yes" more.