rounders [beneath the floorboards]

.interesting article about Christian/indie music

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e.e.cummings

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Splendor of ended day...

e.e. cummings - love is a place...

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

bad marketing.

i hate when movies are marketed badly...

danny deckchair.

the iron giant.

miss you nyc.

nice baby.

so says i. 

beware. 

there is a light 

kaneda 

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foto.

.richard parry on the right, courtesy of everything toronto

sorrow.

sorrow

rounders [new art riot]

.ali g almost causes a riot at a rodeo

.the best t-shirts period

.rain falls, crime falls

.nascent operational capability, our missile defense

.call me yahoo

goya.dog.

goya

my favorite things. 2004. from what i remember.

in no particular order, what just happens to come to mind.

- warm, forgiving friends
- the arcade fire's funeral
- red wine
- a semblance of emotional stability
- the shins
- the incredibles

i wish i were oprah and had the national power she has in roping in companies to give stuff away. i can only offer mixtapes.

four more.

ohio turns red, and we have four more years.

oh yeah, and fuck you swift boat.

city bathed in clouds.

came back from a wonderful trip to san francisco. some highlights....

-the pixies (!!) at the greek in berkeley.

-breakfast at mama's - the french toast and mimosas. never knew champagne and oj could be so good. yes, champagne in the morning.

-bart and muni - public transportation rules!

-spending all weekend with my surrogate parents. thank you so much for taking me!

-grey goose vodka

-sf moma. i wanted to steal the rothko they had and dive into its colors. i also wanted to steal the teflon coated sweater they had there and give it to ll.

-the drive back, including the conversation, the aquarium, highway one.

-chinatown food - vats of oil that are never turned off.

-the bar/gallery/dj club/indie club....the name escapes me.

i really do need to get out more.

garden state moment...kinda.

"i need to get gas...." was the thought i had as i drove to church on sat evening. "oh, i'll get some gas before i get there cos it'll be a tad late when recording is done." was the next thought.

i pull into the gas station, everything fine and dandy. "my windows are dirty, damn dirty..." so i grab the squeegee. this gas station is top notch cos even at 7.30pm on a saturday the water is clean and the soap is still pink. "dum-dee-doo" washing my windows, no thoughts running through my head.

i finished washing my windows and glanced at the gasoline meter. the meter told me all my gas was pumped, so i put the squeegee back and stepped into the car, "next stop: recording!" i drive no more than five feet and....

bam-thwok!

"what the hell is that?" i stepped out, walked around the car. "ah man!" i eyed a detached hose, followed it up the car, to the nozzle, which was still attached to my car, and shook my head.

embarrassed, i tried not to look up. i heard a girl asking her dude, "what happened?", and he replied, "that dude tried to take off with the gas hose still attached?!!!"

it would have been much funnier (and less embarrassing) if had i just driven off.