Good sleep
Coffee
The Complete In a Silent Way Sessions
Sunday New York Times
Orange-cardamom french toast
Neutral Milk Hotel
Sasquatch Stories (by Mike Topp)
The free Circulator bus in Baltimore
Putty Hill (the movie)
Sunshine
VCU beats Kansas
Joe Cashiola in town – time with him and Justin
30th Anniversary Pac-Man
This was supposed to be a longer thing I would write last night with statements / short little paragraphs for each and "thanks" notes where it mattered. That might all still come. Thanks to many all the same. Great day.
March 28, 2011
March 27, 2011
Good Night, Ms. Ferraro
My 8-year old daughter doesn't yet appreciate what you did, but she will.
Location:These United States
March 23, 2011
March 21, 2011
Hydrate, People. We're Heading Out.
Things were going well until they weren't and 42 people were wiped from existence.
First they were blue.
When I wake up tomorrow, I will be well-rested enough and ready for a new week.
It is Spring now. I ate crabs earlier tonight. And chocolate cake.
If cats can love, this one loves me.
If cats can't love, I must smell good to her or be warm when she wants some warm.
I've got things going for me.
I've got clothes and a job and a ceiling over me head that has a roof over it.
When you see the wonder, think of me.
When you eat something stringy, think of me.
When you yawn a little too hard and it makes you cough, think of me. And also think of seeing a doctor, because you might be on your way to some throat troubles you want to avoid. I can tell you all about it.
When the sunlight hits you square in the eyes and your driving and there's traffic all around, just stay calm. Keeping cool will get you far.
I thought back twenty years today and nineteen years and twenty-two-ish years. I thought of long-lost friends who aren't really lost thanks to Facebook. I can see photos of them and their kids and wives and such. And I can see what they've done all these years. The Internet is a funny bird.
My car is a tough cookie. We call it Old Man Echo, now.
The wind is a dull knife and a duller roar.
A penny tastes like victory when you are feeling good. A nail tastes like even more victory when it's new.
A mind is so many things to so many people and an engine. It loves sugar.
A parking lot is shaped like a midwestern state.
A duvet cover holds a comforter in my world. There are no duvets here.
And there are no divers either, despite what the algorithms repeatedly tell me.
In the morning, I'll put a sock over this foot and then a shoe over that and then it'll be the second day of Spring.
I'm lining up the miles and knocking them down, destination after destination.
New places are mirrors. Luggage is penance. Layovers are liminal (no really, I'm telling that straight). Tickets are promises. Tickets are notices. Tickets are printed on paper and will fade and compost and go to soil.
I'm not feeling exactly sexy right now.
First they were blue.
When I wake up tomorrow, I will be well-rested enough and ready for a new week.
It is Spring now. I ate crabs earlier tonight. And chocolate cake.
If cats can love, this one loves me.
If cats can't love, I must smell good to her or be warm when she wants some warm.
I've got things going for me.
I've got clothes and a job and a ceiling over me head that has a roof over it.
When you see the wonder, think of me.
When you eat something stringy, think of me.
When you yawn a little too hard and it makes you cough, think of me. And also think of seeing a doctor, because you might be on your way to some throat troubles you want to avoid. I can tell you all about it.
When the sunlight hits you square in the eyes and your driving and there's traffic all around, just stay calm. Keeping cool will get you far.
I thought back twenty years today and nineteen years and twenty-two-ish years. I thought of long-lost friends who aren't really lost thanks to Facebook. I can see photos of them and their kids and wives and such. And I can see what they've done all these years. The Internet is a funny bird.
My car is a tough cookie. We call it Old Man Echo, now.
The wind is a dull knife and a duller roar.
A penny tastes like victory when you are feeling good. A nail tastes like even more victory when it's new.
A mind is so many things to so many people and an engine. It loves sugar.
A parking lot is shaped like a midwestern state.
A duvet cover holds a comforter in my world. There are no duvets here.
And there are no divers either, despite what the algorithms repeatedly tell me.
In the morning, I'll put a sock over this foot and then a shoe over that and then it'll be the second day of Spring.
I'm lining up the miles and knocking them down, destination after destination.
New places are mirrors. Luggage is penance. Layovers are liminal (no really, I'm telling that straight). Tickets are promises. Tickets are notices. Tickets are printed on paper and will fade and compost and go to soil.
I'm not feeling exactly sexy right now.
Location:These United States
March 10, 2011
Foursquare Update Adds Recommendations and Rewards
I've said before that PJ Harvey just keeps on making the same album, but I like that album and I'll keep on buying it. He agreed.
My Hulu Queue has a lot it wants to update me on, but I'm ignoring it. A lot of things want to update me, but I haven't found the time to let them know I don't want to hear from them anymore.
I just deleted 43 emails and none of them were
Politics View is now following you on Twitter!
Paul Stark is now following you on Twitter!
Boost Ur Community is now following you on Twitter!
Bob Nocek is now following you on Twitter!
The Indie Biz is now following you on Twitter!
OMG_Baltimore is now following you on Twitter! 0r
Stop Homelessness is now following you on Twitter!
Well, me-from-the-future is not following me on Twitter
Me-in-long-sentences is not following me on Twitter, and
Me-but-with-more-sleep is certainly not following me on Twitter
I'm still mad at my iPad for eating that thing I'd written the other night.
I think that was a Wednesday, too.
My daughter was over.
I decided I should tag this Current Events, too,
And then I deleted 122 emails including
DEAR BELOVED
MY HEART CHOOSE TO BLESS YOU. and
Dear beloved.
This was originally called, "I'm Liveblogging the Oscars from Your Past" when I was going to write it a few days ago, and it might still be called that some day, but have all different words.
If I could sort by all caps I'd find new ways to waste more time.
Stacks and stacks of unread emails
A closet full of hangers to take back to the dry cleaners
A car that needs an oil change
A doctor's appointment to check in on a year's worth of best-still-be-minor ailments
Entanglements like dust bunnies
Even a vacation to plan
A frozen pizza in the freezer
A loaf of bread in the fridge
Some eggs to throw out
Recycling to cart
The buses run late in Mount Vernon
There's a hospital named Mercy down the street
No shit, I can see it's green sign from my window
With a little flashing red light
Earlier, the sound of rain on the skylights, but no worries about flooding up a fourth floor walk up
I'm not making my way to a point here
What are you planning for 11/11/11?
My Hulu Queue has a lot it wants to update me on, but I'm ignoring it. A lot of things want to update me, but I haven't found the time to let them know I don't want to hear from them anymore.
I just deleted 43 emails and none of them were
Politics View is now following you on Twitter!
Paul Stark is now following you on Twitter!
Boost Ur Community is now following you on Twitter!
Bob Nocek is now following you on Twitter!
The Indie Biz is now following you on Twitter!
OMG_Baltimore is now following you on Twitter! 0r
Stop Homelessness is now following you on Twitter!
Well, me-from-the-future is not following me on Twitter
Me-in-long-sentences is not following me on Twitter, and
Me-but-with-more-sleep is certainly not following me on Twitter
I'm still mad at my iPad for eating that thing I'd written the other night.
I think that was a Wednesday, too.
My daughter was over.
I decided I should tag this Current Events, too,
And then I deleted 122 emails including
DEAR BELOVED
MY HEART CHOOSE TO BLESS YOU. and
Dear beloved.
This was originally called, "I'm Liveblogging the Oscars from Your Past" when I was going to write it a few days ago, and it might still be called that some day, but have all different words.
If I could sort by all caps I'd find new ways to waste more time.
Stacks and stacks of unread emails
A closet full of hangers to take back to the dry cleaners
A car that needs an oil change
A doctor's appointment to check in on a year's worth of best-still-be-minor ailments
Entanglements like dust bunnies
Even a vacation to plan
A frozen pizza in the freezer
A loaf of bread in the fridge
Some eggs to throw out
Recycling to cart
The buses run late in Mount Vernon
There's a hospital named Mercy down the street
No shit, I can see it's green sign from my window
With a little flashing red light
Earlier, the sound of rain on the skylights, but no worries about flooding up a fourth floor walk up
I'm not making my way to a point here
What are you planning for 11/11/11?
March 3, 2011
The Fielder Announces His Intentions Loudly As To Alert Nearby Teammates
I just lost this whole poem to my blog posting app's latest update. I guess I missed the fine print that said they'd added a new "screw your late night writing" feature -- clearly having decided they could find better ways to serve me after 9 months of workhorse-like reliability.
Torn on whether I'll try to reconstruct it in the morning or some other later time in life.
It contained...
Gertrude Stein
East Bridgewater
Van Halen
The word "motherfucker"
A partial quote from a guy on NPR that peeved me
Someone named Alice
A raindrop to the eye
And xoxo
Crap.
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