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:: 4.12.2003 ::

(listening to: Frank Black & The Catholics: Dog In The Sand)


(11:51 AM) :: (link)

:: 4.10.2003 ::

(listening to: ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead: Source Tags & Codes)

Sean Penn gets his car and guns stolen in Berkeley. Miss Rodeo America was right, we learned many an interesting thing from this news story, mainly that:

  • Sean Penn was eating at our backup breakfast restaurant, the one we go to when our main choice is too crowded. They have really funny drinks and good pancakes.
  • Sean Penn carries guns. Loaded guns. In his car. In Berkeley, where we work. Weird.
  • Sean Penn drives a 1987 Buick. A *1987* Buick. He drives it. It was made when I was 11 years old.
  • They're filming a movie in my city called The Assasination Of Richard Nixon.
Very odd.

(3:42 PM) :: (link)

(listening to: The Beatles: The Beatles (White Album))

Auto-Focus, one of the only movies I really enjoyed last year, is out on DVD and video. I've convinced myself that I've seen just about all the really good movies ever made, so it's nice to see some quality stuff produced every once in awhile. I really liked the set and costuming, and it went well with the really top-notch acting by Greg Kinnear. Check it out.

(2:36 PM) :: (link)

:: 4.09.2003 ::

(listening to: Placebo: Sleeping With Ghosts)

Problem solved, and I've got the Soulseek running again, fetching me new records from Placebo, Yo La Tengo, Damien Jurado, and (smog). It's like being back in the high life again.

Driving today was really wonderful, listened to the baseball game on the radio as I traversed country backroads watching as the day's odometer passed 300 miles.

(6:29 PM) :: (link)

:: 4.08.2003 ::

(listening to: Iron & Wine: The Creek Drank The Cradle)

You Know You're At War When...

...your mom sends you newspaper clippings from your hometown about kids you played little league with who have been killed or injured in action. Even though your hometown is rather small, a guy from your high school has already been killed, and another whose father coached your little league team is in critical care in a Bethesda millitary hospital. You recognize his name, although you don't quite remember the face, but you remember his dad and his freaky nervous tick that kept his jaw moving constantly.

...you wake up on Saturday morning, groggy from too much cheap beer at the ballgame the night before and a little confused as to why, instead of meowing cats or chirping birds, you awoke to the sound of chanting outside your window. "Just another protest," you think to yourself as you try and drift back to sleep, only to get up and waste the morning watching baseball.

(3:09 PM) :: (link)

Ah, change is good. I finally found a font that's really worth the BYB insignia, so I'm happy with that. I've also changed the record format, since I haven't been buying records lately (musical equipment ample groceries now have first priority), and I can no longer access Soulseek due to weird routers in my house. The latter I hope to fix at some point, but aside from the occasional slab-o-wax at a thrift store (40 Years Of #1 Country Hits! and H&O's Private Eyes this past weekend, right fucking on) I haven't purchased a new CD in months.

Instead, I've gone all Slatch! style and listed my current favorite (or obession), as well as some other things I've been listening lately. Rock.

(11:43 AM) :: (link)

:: 4.06.2003 ::

(listening to: Radiohead: Amnesiac)

So. Very. Tired.

(11:33 PM) :: (link)