Castle, 8 February 2010.
The only significant thing to come out of that period, which was a weird and wild time in my life, was a collection of images I call “Doctor Brautivago”. It was 20 or 30 screen captures of Doctor Zhivago, paired up with Brautigan poems. Oh lord, I thought it was clever and cerebral, and everything all at once. To this day I can quote a dozen or so of those poems. Often when I open my refrigerator I think about, “‘Melting Ice Cream at the Edge of Your Final Thought.’ Oh well, call it a life.”
El Perro Del Mar’s newest track. Everybody listen up! Good tunes on a Friday night.
My Mom is really sweet and ordered me some new shoes for New Year’s. She must’ve surprised herself, though.
Takin’ me way back, way back.
When you have music on itunes that was purchased prior to 2005 under a now defunct yahoo account, well good luck. You’re never gettin’ that off your computer.
Thank goodness one of my security questions was, “What is my name?”.
There isn’t enough, y’all.
Way big crush, y’all.