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4.30.2004

12 minutes to 27 too

i played basketball this afternoon. i bought a new basketball a few days ago because the one i had went flat after a winter on the ashland porch. today i woke up, took a shower, and walked, carrying the new basketball, to a park across the street from the grocey store with the treacherous parking lot. the last time i played basketball was probably a year or so ago with the used-to-be-unflat ball. i made some tough shots and missed some easy ones today.

when i park kim's car at the free lot where both of our cars sleep, i sometimes pop in one of the mix tapes i made for her that now resides in the driver's side door pocket or the arm between the front seats. it's like a window to what i was listening to during certain periods of my recent life. i still listen to some of the stuff today while some is due for a revisit. tonight i listened to an extra song as i sat parked in the space i chose for sparkles. i cranked the volume and wondered if the outside world could hear bohemian like you by the dandy warhols.

on the walk home i saw that the coffee pot set-up visible from the window of the mexican restaurant reminded me of the one in the cafeteria at fidelity in marlborough.

she's been 27 for 3 minutes now.



4.13.2004

thirteen and eight hundred seventy-five thousandths cents each hour

friday night i responded to a craigslist post by a singer/guitarist looking to start a band. he wrote back the same night and wanted to meet this past weekend. he left a phone number to call him. in his email he wrote that his apartment and studio are in brooklyn and asked me if that would be a problem. i have yet to call him back. i'm a weenie.

celexa costs $100 per month without medical insurance. the 411 lady couldn't give me a nassau county cvs number from the list she had in front of her unless i could correctly pick a town that was blessed with a cvs. she didn't budge even when i explained to her that i recently moved here. in an aggravated tone i told her to forget it and that i'd just use the internet. turns out all the internet needed from me was my zip code. i like numbers.

i think i finished that "turnpike" song today. i like (all ninety-two seconds of) it better now. guess that means i should re-burn that mix for johnnie.

tuesday i'm gonna call the numbers for some jobs i found in the newsday classifieds. some of them sound cool. i'm also supposed to check in with the temp agency with whom i registered on thursday. that's wednesday's activity.

fight as i may, kim is getting me hooked on general hospital. 10pm on soapnet. i sure hope emily finds nicholas soon.

any encouragement for me to call brooklyndudeman is appreciated in advance.

4.11.2004

i have her luck

stop sniffing
my ass.

we sat
wondering if
his eyebrows
were ugly.
what's that,
are you talking
to me?

or smelly.
no, i was
talking to the dog.

who reminded me?
presets have no
memories of pre-pre's
or of the
"holding rifles
and a
pistol"
role in
the screenplay
you dreamt.

turnpike trickery

1. madvillain: america's most blunted
2. clinic: the equaliser
3. adam green: baby's gonna die tonight
4. submuff: turnpike
5. modest mouse: bury me with it
6. sleater kinney: get up
7. cody chesnutt: look good in leather
8. eels: souljacker part 1
9. jonny greenwood: nutnik headache
10. nirvana: curmudgeon
11. sonic youth: eliminator jr.
12. cat power: we all die
13. bjork: pluto

cd for johnnie.

4.09.2004

bobbie: you are such an awesome mouse!
samantha (softly, looking down): you are too kind.


the song "bury me with it" on modest mouse's new album good news for people who love bad news really has me wanting to play the drums again. turntables are fun. messing around with cubase is fun too. but is there really any substitute for banging away on a set of drums with a couple of friends on guitar and bass? probably not.

4.08.2004

hilarious

gina and i spent a good 20 minutes ordering this chicken to do things. too much fun, yo.

4.01.2004

mr. e.k. worny

i officially live in new york unofficially now. the apartment is taking shape. if you can believe it, kim and i are even closer to a corner convenience store than we were in ashland.

on the drive here, once we had crossed over the whitestone bridge and landed on the island, we got stuck in some accident traffic. as my eyes darted from new york license plate to new york license plate, it hit me that it's going to take a looooooooooong time before i feel like this place is home. kim works all day and as i've yet to find a job, i've run some errands by myself. even when i'm not behind the wheel, between my massachusetts license plates, i feel like there's an identifier on me that lets everyone know i'm not from around here. ugh.

in other news, here's something awesome that i found. two nickelback "hits" playing at the same time - one in the left speaker and one in the right. the combination is mind-bending.

{insert shout out to my massachusetts peeps here}

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