Live in the Rhythm Hive

So in an attempt to liven up the apartment we got a cat.  His name is Dude.  So far so good.  Apparently he may spray but so far no signs of that.  He meows alot and I always think he is irritated or pissed or something.  I think he just want attention though.  Soon he will get settled in and I won't have to say "no Dude," or "hey, Dude... Dude!" anymore.  He keeps trying to eat this plant though which I have a suspicion could potentially be poisonous.  It has been moved.  This morning he was skiddish around me and now he follows me everywhere.  Dude is pretty cool so far.  

I wish I had a bigger tube amp and a guitar without locking strings.  These locking strings won't let me do anything but standard tuning.  At least I can throw down on some standard tuning though.

I think about everything too much.  And when I have finally debated all the options a decision has already been made.  Sometimes people will still be waiting on me and sometimes they will be so far gone that I can't even see them anymore.

I missed the whole night.  Fell asleep at seven, woke up at eleven.  My roommate didn't want to go to Stars, lame.  He started playing WOW.  (oh no).  Next week will be different though. 

So begins my poor month.  In an attempt  to get enough cash by spring break to fly to Olympia I will have to save at least $400 by the end of the month.  It seems impossible, but my stinginess runs deeper than the Mariana's trench.  I may sell some records soon too if anybody is down for some cheap stuff.  I don't have many other things that are sellable. 

My friend William is the most quotable person I know.  I should keep track of his more memorable ones.  Tonight we were having a convo about vomming and trying to decide if half a cup is considered a reasonable upchuck.  I considered it to be more of big spit than anything else.  According to Bill, it was "total ralph."  Beautiful.

and this is the sound that trees make
when the sap spreads through the limbs.
Twigs give when the wind is brisk,
here they shiver with shadows 
that lace the ground below
where boys graze along the rigid
groove of the pine bark,
breaking parts in handfulls, 
dropping them to where the roots undo. 
A trunk holds until the arms split and fall
and men collect them in handfulls to burn,
giving the ashes room to breathe again.


Today I ate at Cici's pizza.  I'm not proud of it.  It sounded like a good idea for about five minutes and really it was a passive aggressive choice because where we really wanted to eat had closed and was for lease.  Their pizza is so bad...not just a myth.  There was a buffalo chicken pizza with sauce that was neon orange.  My favorite was the salad pizza.  Favorite because of innovation, i'm sure it tasted aweful.  Basically it was a pizza with lettuce, carrots, cheese, and marinara sauce as a dressing for toppings.  I took a picture.  How could I pass that up.

I also saw a pretty disgruntled looking kid taking a piss while facing the road and shaking around on my way home today.  Just right out in front of everybody and all of the many cars which were passing by.  I guess he was pretty upset about something. 

I leave in three days.  Maybe I will stay in Europe.

Sometimes when I am in a public place and I get really anxious I will pull out my phone and see if anybody texted me.  If not, I will just text some random person.  Usually the text will just be random words to get a response.  I really need to stop doing this.  I know why I do it, and it just keeps me from talking to people around me. 

It happens every year, I don't get motivated when exams come and I get too relaxed with the days I have to study before the actual test.  However, for one exam I have to make a mock syllabus which is pretty cool because I get to decide what is important for the class and what we could have done without.  This is my poetry class.  Pretty neat.

I have gotten too comfortable doing things at my apartment.  Yea, I like to read and play music.  I think its productive to hone my skills in literature (if I want to be a teacher) and music (something I just enjoy).  Too much time alone can be detrimental though. 

If anybody wants some delicious bread, just ask me and I will bring you a fresh loaf.  To keep the starter fresh I have to make about three loafs a week and there is no way I can get through them all on my own.  Don't be scared to ask, I would be so happy.  It's really good bread!

I have a crush on Anne Sexton.  
I'm reading her biography right now.

This is the most boring night ever...as of thirty minutes ago.  No, I don't have ESPN so I won't be watching the Iron Bowl.  Nobody is answering their phone and it is too cold outside to ride my bike for too long.  I suppose the only choice I have is...

CRUCIAL BASS NIGHT!!!

Now until...  Fate has chosen tonight, Iron Bowl night nonetheless, for me to do nothing but play bass all evening.  I fight back bordom with fun by my lonesome.  Yea!   

And you know what else kicks ass?  Bread.  Yea, thats right, handmade artisan bread.  You can keep that Sunbeam razamataz to yourself, I'll take the real stuff.  Preservatives?  No thank you!  I like my bread hard after two days not any of that "soft" stuff.  

Go Vols.

Joe Lally is coming to Bottletree but not until February.  I would like to say he needs no introduction but for those of you who don't know he is the bassist for Fugazi.  That is so far away!  I'm going to go ahead and get my ticket though.  There to Here was released last year and is just amazing.  The bass grooves are like urgent but mellow at the same time.  Its the perfect music to listen to while driving.  That album is without a doubt the best thing Dischord has put out lately.  Can't wait till the new one comes out next week.

I have been living D.H. Lawrence for the past month.  I love it when I am really interested in things for school. 

It is cold again, and for some reason that makes me want to listen to jazz.  It happens every year, I will probably spend alot of cash at Charlemagne on records now.  I got really pissed when I was working in the attic the other night and somebody said "I can't take this anymore," while I was listening to John Coltrane and Milt Jackson.  I haven't been that mad in a while.  I turned it up instead.