Sunday, February 27, 2005

Current agenda.

+ I am addicted to Netflix. So far, I've got 3 dvds sitting on my coffee table and 18 more in my queue. This is possibly the best deal going for cinema addicts right now -- except for, you know, that whole illegal downloading thing. (Which I only do for music, not movies! It's a whole different principle.)
Feel free to recommend in the comments section any movies or shows you think I should watch, provided they're out in DVD format.

+ Tonight I'm going to watch the Oscars even though I wasn't particularly bowled over by any movies this year except for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and the awards will probably suck balls. Nonetheless, they are still my yearly excuse to indulge in my favourite retro snack foods -- including buffalo wings and pigs in a blanket.

- I want winter to be over.

- I feel like curling up in a little ball today and sleeping.

- Still can't find that Bad Company song.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

These are the flames that drown the water.

For future reference: it's much better to clean off the top of the microwave every 2 weeks, not every 2 years. It's not just that melted lollipops on top of crackling dirty rubber gloves adorned with long ago expired coupons is just plain gross, but that finding old prescriptions for your dog, dead half a year now, is sad and unnecessary.

Music: Devendra Banhart, "This Is The Way"

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

I wonder.

What is wrong with this world when not one person on soulseek has an mp3 of Bad Company's "Shooting Star" ?? I've officially lost faith in the tastes of today's youth. Damn whipper-snappers.

Monday, February 21, 2005


I can't fucking believe it. Hunter S. Thompson shot himself. Another talent gone from the world.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

You can't be satisfied, anyhow.

Listen: Elliott Smith, "A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity to Be Free (Demo)"

These days I fluctuate between happiness, thoughtfulness, confusion and complete and utter boredom. I know that sounds perfectly normal for a 21 yr old, but it doesn't stop it from being any less strange. Five years ago I thought that my mind would be in some sort of order by now, that I would have so much more figured out and that things would be less cloudy. I'm just now beginning to really and truly realize that none of this life and extensial baggage is ever going to truly clear up and that I should just shut the fuck up and stop thinking about it, cling on to my metaphorical seat belt and go for the ride. I just think that I'm a much poorer passenger than the average person, less able to cope with the ins and outs of everyday living. Or maybe it's just that I'm much less oblivious and have too much time to think about my foibles.

It seems that I'm at this same juncture every few months and that I am constantly resolving this proverbial IT, this issue of priorities and the past and the future, only to have it to come undone time and time again. It's not that I'm even majorly panicking or anything, it's just a sense of constant gnawing inside of me that manifests itself physically (I am known to grind my teeth when I sleep). I wish that I could just relax like everyone else and learn to live in the moment better instead of constantly worrying. That's all.

On an unrelated note, I'm going to the dentist tomorrow which also freaks me out just a little bit because I haven't gone to one in over 2 years -- the longest I've ever gone without seeing one. I dread being told what crappy condition my teeth are probably in. And I still have 3 wisdom teeth that need to be pulled.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Winter trip.

Originally uploaded by theredthread.

The rest of the photos from my trip can be found here.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Sometimes I walk sideways to avoid you.

I've completed packing approximately 85% of the things I want to take with me to Boston. As much as I try to pack lightly and leave room for things I might accumulate along the way, I still end up having a bag overflowing with things. I suppose if I don't have enough room left on the way back, I can always layer up on my clothing and be mistaken for a snowwoman. The kittens have already done their usual rounds of sniffing the suitcase and covering it in fur.

The no-television experiment has been a success, so far. Today is my 10th day free of it, and it's becoming easier the more I get used to it. One of the side effects of freeing up my time has been that my house is a lot cleaner. My attention span also seems slightly longer though I am still occasionally impatient. The only thing I miss a bit is reruns of The Simpsons.

Hope you all are well and listening to lots of good music. I'll be back in a snap, I promise.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Movie woes.

Earlier this year, I ended up missing The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou on the big screen, not through any fault of my own, but because of the simple fact that it wasn't playing anywhere near by. Now I'll have to wait for the DVD. I thought I could get over that, but now it seems as if another of the movies that I was highly anticipating this year, A Love Song for Bobby Long, will bypass my area too.

At least I don't have it quite as bad as the people of the mid-west. According to this New York Times article, they're screwed for cinema culture even more so. I say: deprived movie-goers of the word, unite and take over.

Music: Love and Rockets, "Kundalini Express"

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Love steals us from loneliness.

On a daily basis: having a cup of coffee waiting for you when you wake up (without even having to ask), waving goodbye on my front porch wearing only jeans and a tshirt in winter and barely noticing the cold, having the most mundane of daily tasks seem doable -- saying all of this and not feeling the least bit cliche. Because on days like today, it's new again and more real than anything else I've ever had.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Dear catastrophe waitress :

New resolution for February: write more & post more. My January archives are the most pithy I've seen so far on this blog.

There are things coming up that may bring me out of my slump though: a ferry trip and a train ride to Boston next week for 3 days. I need to rectify my relationship with that particular city as my trip there last year was a bit of a mess -- and I still have the scar to prove it, too.

Most of all, I'm looking forward to breaking my train virginity. (I've never been on one before, though they've figured largely in my imagination.)

Music: Neil Young, "Sugar Mountain"

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