hard wired for soft sounds

this is what i look like when i study (people) hardcore

this is who is in my headphones now all the time

this is what I did today

-made a shirt smaller

-finished a shirt-dress thing

-realized the source of everything wrong in the world might just be the greek system

-analyzed. myself and dracula.

-walked to campus and back 3 times. uphill both ways.

-caffeinated my blood

-did something on accident

-abstained

-remembered what Mary said to do with the broccoli in my fridge

-read a biography on salinger

-listened to Alkaline Trio on vinyl (self-titled)

-got super excited. twice. want to know why? here's why:

ONE: space party on saturday, in my old house on maple street. themed parties will never die; the aliens who take over the earth in two hundred years will have "so you think you look like a human?" parties, butchering fashions of the twenty-first century and unintentionally providing some kind of realistic commentary on the general extravagance of our future-extinct society.

TWO: say hi! no really, say hi! we are going to say hi! November 7th, i think, at Neumos in Seattle. It is a tiffany-birthday extravaganza event and the Danger Twins will be coming home to riot in full force on Capitol Hill.

Demons by default?

both the second and third floors of the old library were disturbed today, to a degree i'm not sure either of us will ever recover from. the inundation of frat boys with their cell phones was the closest thing to hell one can experience while still alive, not counting college hill. wait, college hill on a friday night. That surpasses Satan's hottest hellfire.

Last of ALL:

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FRIDAYS 6-8 pm (stream it)

THIS FRIDAY: CORDUROY SHORTS IN STUDIO PERFORMANCE AND INTERVIEW!
The theme: short shorts and never nudes.

NEXT FRIDAY: INTERVIEW WITH KENNY FROM DAPHNE LOVES DERBY AND WOLFTRON!
The theme: Wolf to your mother: werewolves, seawolves and maybe patrick swayze.

dust dust dust boxcars in dirty streets

She takes her shoes off right away, loosens each heel with the other toe and kicks until one shoe lands almost in the water and the other next to and behind it, just a little, dusting itself with a light layer of heavy sand.

He leaves his shoes on and his hat, he's always wearing a hat she thinks from a sitting spot close to the water while she tests the temperature and turns her shoulders away from him.

They've brought the things they need:

blanket: she spreads it unevenly, folds in the fabric creating combinations of reds and blues meant to stay separate, but he dislikes discontinuity and she's about to sit down but he pulls the two edges toward him and her knees bend and the wrinkles disappear in ripples.

half-full bottle of old ezra, 101 proof: he pushes rocks and mud away from a small space in shallow water and places the bottle inside the space, wet up to the neck, and it sways like it hears a tune and wants to dance.

speaker: he eyes the position of the blanket, the bigger rocks and the smaller rocks, her sitting pale arms wrapped around bare legs, and he puts the speaker down behind her and to the right and takes his time choosing a song specific to the water melancholy and eroding banks.

why yes, my hair is bigger than my head

i measured it.

just woke up from a nap

sleep in moderation

what i've accomplished in the last two hours:

60+ new twitter follows, so I can be up to date on what sarah palin, nicole richie AND the economy are doing.

ate breakfast--although cereal at 4 45 a.m. seems more like a midnight snack than a legitimate breakfast.

tried, but failed to come up with a fantastic radio show name. maybe it'll happen sometime before 7, but don't hold your breath.

medicine hat

because the high notes make my red blood cells bounce

new names and new faces on their way home

I'm getting a dog. Actually, it's a puppy with rabbit ears, and his name will be Uncle Phil. Or Chainsaw Rogers. Or Something Ridiculous Like That. Should I name him Jesus?

Also, I like sitting in the backseat, in the middle. I like being in the middle, not the front, and not first, and I don't like making decisions when every option appears to be the most appropriate. Take that how you will.

Summer seems to be getting exponentially better every week and I haven't thought about the primary colors I left at home for a long, long time. I do want the other ones though, the Unicorn colors and Garden colors and frisbee in the backyard and learning how to drive a stick shift.

List of All Sorts of Things, or At Least Two Things

I am the world's best procrastinator.

Reading Shakespeare out loud is one of my favorite things, but I need other real people to play the other characters. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

calling souls from an early afternoon pay phone prayer

Where do you go sometimes? It puzzles me.

Shouldn't I be able to keep your secret for you, since it does belong to me too?

Because what if unthawing is never a possibility,

And the capacity for denial folds down into itself until the layers are impossible to separate,

As deep as the bluegrass lexicon lake

We read about while we sleep, imagining permanent shore vacations,

Pale skin and the ghost friends who swallow simplicity and forget how to goodbye.

Marion, you are a witch. did you know before I told you?

superstition, ocean wind waves kill creatures and she’s a creature.

he will scoop the waves into his hands and fling them away. He will stare down water monsters and stringed sphinxes until the salt melts away, leaving a two second spray of sweet scent before it lays back down sleepy.

she will extinguish and wither. she will drown in air.

half moon bad news curved lights and sixteen henchmen ready to destroy the earth

Janae and Adam and I spent Thursday afternoon winning car races and escaping the clutches of Fidel Castro and his Cuban henchmen by chartering a yacht and sharing lemonade with a cop. 

We got lucky pulltabs. I mean, we're just lucky.

Friday I found treasure: exposed brick walls, hardwood floors and french doors. There's only one catch: in five weeks it will all disappear.

This morning Lenah and her brother and sister and I sat in our living room eating omelets.  

The music theory book I found at Bruised Books was fascinating until I fell asleep for an hour.

I'm going to see the Hangover with Javier and Ted. 

Also, I have decided to limit my capacity for long term grudges. Any grudges, really. The only ones still in effect have been held for a minimum of four years and I'm not sure I even remember what they are. 

Still, you can't teach a middle-age dog new tricks.

 

even the hangman has friends

thought for now

my skin looks scaly

i really would sleep in that rabbit water hole

ready to make beats in a graveyard

my grandma was watching her funeral today and sometimes she laughed 

ain't we got fun? 

at least I do and I like people who do and you don't and the whole thing went helplessly rotten

but i still listen to songs about sailing and dancing and northwestern girls.

late night train car dance party: see you at midnight in sequins