Thursday, September 30, 2004

Pretense is not what restricts me.

I am making lists of things I need to pack for a much needed trip to Upstate New York that starts this Friday and doesn't end for one (hopefully glorious) week. Both S. and I need some quiet and wide open space, away from suburbia. It'll be good for both of us, good to get away and regroup after the death of Noodle, our much suffering dog who we put to sleep exactly a week ago. It seems like ages ago; already she's becoming a faded photograph and I hate how time leaves only photos and memories and cheap little mementoes: a ceramic bowl and a dirty collar.

I'm looking forward to watching the autumn leaves turn around vacant farm fields, and possibly going for a drive in the country in Vermont. October is a busy month, marked with painful anniversaries (RIP Elliott Smith), but full enough to keep me from thinking about any of it too much.

Tonight I am listening to the new Interpol album, Antics. It's definitely a step away from their first album, they sound as if they are really coming into their own and moving away from their influences. In other words, I like it a lot and would recommend it on the basis of one listen, which is rare for me. I also picked up The Thrills sophomore effort tonight (Let's Bottle Bohemia) but haven't had a chance to listen to it yet.

I'm looking forward to vacation, but I'm also looking forward to getting back into the regular blogging groove. I've missed this type of space.

Music: Interpol, "Not Even Jail"

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