Sunny and nice today. Smashing weather.
Today's Horoscope: The Pagans believe that tonight is the one night of the year where the barrier between the spirit realm and ours is at its thinnest. Cool, right?
Continuing my long-standing Halloween tradition of not dressing up in a costume and not doing anything. I just wanna stay in and watch some scary movies. Gave Rob Zombie's reboot of Halloween a go, didn't finish it. Not a scary movie, just a dramatic movie.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
10.30.10
Today is mildly non-warm-somewhat-chilly with wind, albeit pretty light wind. Scattered clouds. Not exactly spooky in the daytime but we could get some cool Halloween ambiance (pronounced with a french accent, read it again) at night.
Today's Horoscope: Birds are starting to migrate because the moon is pulling the water in their brains. The moon is an astronomical object so it is therefore an astrological object which licenses me to tell you that you scorpios and cancers and geminis might feel a sudden urge to drive in a V down to Memphis. Or something.
Feels like sunday. Vomited in the backyard last night, checked it out this morning, looks like all the budweiser and...budweiser left a bit of a crater. It was controlled, though. I knew it was coming and I planned, opting out of a trip to the bathroom and relegating my regurgitation to nature. You could say I'm a pro.
Revisiting Lisbon. I'd like to retract my earlier statements.
Got down with some Shadowy Men on Shadowy Planet in between brutal guitar lessons from Pete. This sabbatical in the suburbs is turning the tips of my right fingers into blunt objects. Looking forward to distributing some pokes.
Today's Horoscope: Birds are starting to migrate because the moon is pulling the water in their brains. The moon is an astronomical object so it is therefore an astrological object which licenses me to tell you that you scorpios and cancers and geminis might feel a sudden urge to drive in a V down to Memphis. Or something.
Feels like sunday. Vomited in the backyard last night, checked it out this morning, looks like all the budweiser and...budweiser left a bit of a crater. It was controlled, though. I knew it was coming and I planned, opting out of a trip to the bathroom and relegating my regurgitation to nature. You could say I'm a pro.
Revisiting Lisbon. I'd like to retract my earlier statements.
Got down with some Shadowy Men on Shadowy Planet in between brutal guitar lessons from Pete. This sabbatical in the suburbs is turning the tips of my right fingers into blunt objects. Looking forward to distributing some pokes.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
10.28.10
Today's Weather: Cold and overcast. By cold I mean like, uhh, 50 degrees? Not quite as windy as yesterday but still windy enough to know that it's kinda cold. As a lifetime resident of the greater Chicago Area I can testify that the winters and late falls aren't actually that terrible, it's just the wind that stings.
Today's Horoscope: The cloud cover has obscured my view of the heavens, but if my calculations are correct today oughta be a 7.3 for you Capricorns out there. The rest of us better stay in and read a book.
Speaking of which, I'm logged into the last few pages of Ishmael by Somebody Quinn. I shouldn't say anything about it until I've finished it but it's like Glenn Beck's book in the sense that I'm with it and into it for the first 25%, but then after that I get a little more detached with every page.
While driving today I started to think about the similarities between Bob Dylan and Salvador Dali. I'm sure this has been done before, but it's news to me. Both (and I'm going to write as if Dali were still alive since I ain't so good at grammar) are constantly producing work. Both went through this amusing little Christian phase. People who try to make sense of either put pretty abstract methodologies of thinking into play, but they ultimately just end up sounding crazy.
Despite all of this, let the record show that I still believe that Bob Dylan and Salvador Dali share more differences than similarities.
Today's Horoscope: The cloud cover has obscured my view of the heavens, but if my calculations are correct today oughta be a 7.3 for you Capricorns out there. The rest of us better stay in and read a book.
Speaking of which, I'm logged into the last few pages of Ishmael by Somebody Quinn. I shouldn't say anything about it until I've finished it but it's like Glenn Beck's book in the sense that I'm with it and into it for the first 25%, but then after that I get a little more detached with every page.
While driving today I started to think about the similarities between Bob Dylan and Salvador Dali. I'm sure this has been done before, but it's news to me. Both (and I'm going to write as if Dali were still alive since I ain't so good at grammar) are constantly producing work. Both went through this amusing little Christian phase. People who try to make sense of either put pretty abstract methodologies of thinking into play, but they ultimately just end up sounding crazy.
Despite all of this, let the record show that I still believe that Bob Dylan and Salvador Dali share more differences than similarities.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
10.26.10
Great weather today if you too are a part of the indoor ten hour workday club. The temperature in Elgin IL is about 50 degrees. Very windy. Cloud cover is this cool frumpy pattern of cumulonimbus clouds, sun peeks through once in a while. Still cold.
Today's Horoscope: Hayley's comet is coming, it is the reason for the oncoming cold weather. This is a combination of astrological hackery and scientific jibber-jabber because that is a cold comet.
Album of the week goes to Dylan's Blonde on Blonde for doing nothing but good for passing the time in this suburb.
Today's Horoscope: Hayley's comet is coming, it is the reason for the oncoming cold weather. This is a combination of astrological hackery and scientific jibber-jabber because that is a cold comet.
Album of the week goes to Dylan's Blonde on Blonde for doing nothing but good for passing the time in this suburb.
Monday, October 25, 2010
10.25.10
Awfully suspicious weather today. Great rainstorm last night.
Tomorrow's horoscope: Don't see Paranormal Activity 2 unless you have a girlfriend and a local theater that serves booze. I can't recommend the movie any other way. If Venus performs a retrograde loop around Jupiter then disregard this advice.
Just finished reading Sartre's The Age of Reason. Pretty good, 'cept I couldn't imagine in my mind's eye any character not being Sartre himself; some bent-over crazy-eyed short man, sometimes in women's clothing. I will not be reading the Roads to Freedom Trilogy unless I have to serve some time in the future...or maybe if I become an insomniac.
Paranormal Activity 2 was pretty cool. I felt the suspense lead to a pretty overrated result. Meh.
Can't get over all the press this Assange guy is getting. Everyone's just wishing they founded Wikileaks first.
Fuckin' shitty boring ass bout with the Redskins. Between this and that awful Giants game I'm starting to think we traded out a good season for some good weather, which is what this is all really about.
Tomorrow's horoscope: Don't see Paranormal Activity 2 unless you have a girlfriend and a local theater that serves booze. I can't recommend the movie any other way. If Venus performs a retrograde loop around Jupiter then disregard this advice.
Just finished reading Sartre's The Age of Reason. Pretty good, 'cept I couldn't imagine in my mind's eye any character not being Sartre himself; some bent-over crazy-eyed short man, sometimes in women's clothing. I will not be reading the Roads to Freedom Trilogy unless I have to serve some time in the future...or maybe if I become an insomniac.
Paranormal Activity 2 was pretty cool. I felt the suspense lead to a pretty overrated result. Meh.
Can't get over all the press this Assange guy is getting. Everyone's just wishing they founded Wikileaks first.
Fuckin' shitty boring ass bout with the Redskins. Between this and that awful Giants game I'm starting to think we traded out a good season for some good weather, which is what this is all really about.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
10.19.10
Today is cloudless and sunny, somewhat chilly but only if you hate wearing long sleeves. (Personally I can't get enough of 'em.)
Today's Horoscope: You will find that Aquarius has shifted 1.2 degrees from your perspective in the northern hemisphere. This means that your ability to write horoscopes will be diminished for the next week. If it shifts back into line in the next few days, however, you will find astonishing accuracy in your readings, though that isn't always a good thing.
Staying next to my dad in the hospital today; great view of the gold coast from his room.
The medical industry was designed specifically to keep me out of the medical industry. Everything is neat and tidy and orderly, things are precise and perfect. I am none of these things. If you ever see me in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around my neck you better fucking run.
ALBUM OF THE WEEK: This week has been a tug-of-war between Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) by Brian Eno and Houndog by Houndog.
The former has been sitting in my collection since 7th grade. The latter just made its way onto my laptop about a week ago, and I'm not sure how.
Of Eno's discography I've always been partial to Here Come the Warm Jets, then Another Green World, then Before and After Science, and then Ambient 1: Music For Airports, and then Discreet Music, and then My Life in the Bush of Ghosts, and then Thursday Afternoon and then everything else. TTM(BS) has always been overlooked for whatever reason. No. There has never been a reason. I guess that line from The Fat Lady of Limbourg about the "jellyfish kiss" kind of weirded me out.
And if Bauhaus's cover of Third Uncle isn't one of my favorites on its own how I am going to take in the original properly?
TTM(BS) is defintely an A side kinda album tho. It has this strong start, Mother Whale Eyeless is a great example of that 60s-70s through-composed rock-song experiment. Still doesn't top Happiness is a Warm Gun in that field but it's still really fucking good. Back in Judy's Jungle has this really great hook, this awesome melody line that has that familiarity you just can't place, something along the lines of that weird little oompah-loompah hook in Moonage Daydream.
Houndog is just a good album. I've only been on it for today but it sounds like my kind of bag. http://www.allaboutjazz.com/php/article.php?id=3524
It just fits the mood lately.
Today's Horoscope: You will find that Aquarius has shifted 1.2 degrees from your perspective in the northern hemisphere. This means that your ability to write horoscopes will be diminished for the next week. If it shifts back into line in the next few days, however, you will find astonishing accuracy in your readings, though that isn't always a good thing.
Staying next to my dad in the hospital today; great view of the gold coast from his room.
The medical industry was designed specifically to keep me out of the medical industry. Everything is neat and tidy and orderly, things are precise and perfect. I am none of these things. If you ever see me in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around my neck you better fucking run.
ALBUM OF THE WEEK: This week has been a tug-of-war between Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) by Brian Eno and Houndog by Houndog.
The former has been sitting in my collection since 7th grade. The latter just made its way onto my laptop about a week ago, and I'm not sure how.
Of Eno's discography I've always been partial to Here Come the Warm Jets, then Another Green World, then Before and After Science, and then Ambient 1: Music For Airports, and then Discreet Music, and then My Life in the Bush of Ghosts, and then Thursday Afternoon and then everything else. TTM(BS) has always been overlooked for whatever reason. No. There has never been a reason. I guess that line from The Fat Lady of Limbourg about the "jellyfish kiss" kind of weirded me out.
And if Bauhaus's cover of Third Uncle isn't one of my favorites on its own how I am going to take in the original properly?
TTM(BS) is defintely an A side kinda album tho. It has this strong start, Mother Whale Eyeless is a great example of that 60s-70s through-composed rock-song experiment. Still doesn't top Happiness is a Warm Gun in that field but it's still really fucking good. Back in Judy's Jungle has this really great hook, this awesome melody line that has that familiarity you just can't place, something along the lines of that weird little oompah-loompah hook in Moonage Daydream.
Houndog is just a good album. I've only been on it for today but it sounds like my kind of bag. http://www.allaboutjazz.com/php/article.php?id=3524
It just fits the mood lately.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
10.14.10
Overcast, slightly chilly. A grim reminder that perhaps the glory days of the Chicago Indian Summer are at a close.
Chattering memories: because of global warming we will have another mild winter.
The only mild winter I'm looking forward to is the Goose Island Mild Winter line of Mild Ale. (5.6% AV)
Horoscope: Last night Neptune crossed over the Aeschylus constellation, an obvious warning to all you redheads out there.
Guided by Voices last night at the Riv. Fucking sick. Bassist injected this awesome lick into my personal GBV favorite, Tractor Rape Chain. Frontman seemed drunk. They all seemed drunk. I wonder if they have to pay any fines incurred from all the smoking they did on stage. (No one, and I mean NO ONE working for any venue would DARE go up to GBV mid-set and tell them that they couldn't smoke in the Riv.)
He also mentioned the Violet Hour--odd. I'm'a take my boo there soon.
Chattering memories: because of global warming we will have another mild winter.
The only mild winter I'm looking forward to is the Goose Island Mild Winter line of Mild Ale. (5.6% AV)
Horoscope: Last night Neptune crossed over the Aeschylus constellation, an obvious warning to all you redheads out there.
Guided by Voices last night at the Riv. Fucking sick. Bassist injected this awesome lick into my personal GBV favorite, Tractor Rape Chain. Frontman seemed drunk. They all seemed drunk. I wonder if they have to pay any fines incurred from all the smoking they did on stage. (No one, and I mean NO ONE working for any venue would DARE go up to GBV mid-set and tell them that they couldn't smoke in the Riv.)
He also mentioned the Violet Hour--odd. I'm'a take my boo there soon.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
10.13.10
Today will be brisk and hopefully not cloudy.
Horoscope: If you work in the loop you will be unhappy when you get to the loop tomorrow morning. I know this because O'Ryan's belt was crossing over picies or some crap like that.
All tired out from music--a collective 16 (or so) hours on the mega bus within a 72 hour frame is never cool. Here's to spending a Monday and a Friday sitting in a depression tube with more children than I'd care to acknowledge.
At one point I was thinking, like, "wouldn't it be cool if there was a megabus that was like, smaller, and more selective, kinda like a first-class of road transportation," but then I realized that those are called cars.
Horoscope: If you work in the loop you will be unhappy when you get to the loop tomorrow morning. I know this because O'Ryan's belt was crossing over picies or some crap like that.
All tired out from music--a collective 16 (or so) hours on the mega bus within a 72 hour frame is never cool. Here's to spending a Monday and a Friday sitting in a depression tube with more children than I'd care to acknowledge.
At one point I was thinking, like, "wouldn't it be cool if there was a megabus that was like, smaller, and more selective, kinda like a first-class of road transportation," but then I realized that those are called cars.
Monday, October 4, 2010
10.5.10
Looks to be closing in on that fall fiftys we all know and love.
Going down with The Sinking of the Titanic by Gavin Bryars--great shit.
Today's horoscope: If you think horoscopes contain ANY truth at all then you are the same type of person that commits hate crimes.
Going down with The Sinking of the Titanic by Gavin Bryars--great shit.
Today's horoscope: If you think horoscopes contain ANY truth at all then you are the same type of person that commits hate crimes.
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