I don’t know what this is, but it’s great. Maybe it’s alien R&B. Semi-accapella. Music to gyrate to. Also, what the hell is up with the artist’s name? Is it supposed to be pronounced like “alarmer?” We used to live in the dorms with a guy name Armen, who we called Alarmen, although never to his face because we never…
– The Asian dude in line ahead of me was quite adamant that the barista fill his gallon to-go box with latte. I don’t think he understood that coffee and latte are separate entities. In any case, he’s likely going to be disappointed when he picks up his order tomorrow morning. Now that I think about it, maybe he really…
– This is my second year at the Beer & Cheese Fest, so I feel more prepared. I know my limit. I know to eat more food. To pace myself. Not like, black out at any point. I mean, I think I know all this. It seems like I would have learned something from last year’s madness, right? – Doubtful.…
Waiting in line at the Prado, outside, in the rain. Our only true, major museum experience. We’re desperate for culture after two weeks of barely lucid alcoholism. Free culture, that is. We passed up an earlier palace tour because 11 euro seemed like a steep fee. “Steep,” or course, taking into account that we: Spent 100 euros just to drive…
If you’re a Star Wars fan – and I here mean “fan” as abbreviation for “insane fanatic” – it’s been a charged week. First, the powers that be decided to do away with the extended universe. Three decades of novels, comics, and other assorted erratum, swept quietly under the rug. Star Wars, at least in comparison to other franchise properties,…
Primarily, I need to start updating again because I have so much good music to share for the summer. I say this only in part because my office window is open and that 65 degree breeze is blowing the sun and puffy clouds right on into my brain. It’s glorious. Find more WE ARE TWIN here.
I spend a good deal of time in art museums. Now and then a striking piece will catch my eye. I thought it might be nice to share those pictures on quiet Sunday afternoons. Consider this the Slaughterhouse Art Club. Curious about the provenance of this piece? Find more information here.
Just because it’s Christmas… …anddd some other books and knick-knacks I can’t recall because my actual stack of gifts is now 300 miles away back in East Lansing. Sadly, the overhead compartments on planes can’t actually fit that many books/bicycle accessories. I did also receive a number of fine clothing items, but it’s ever so difficult to find images…
It is absolutely perfect outside right now. 60 degrees, foggy, moist, dense. The world smells pure. Looking out over the landscape, the fuzzy glow of houselights and streetlights remind of the streetlamps dulled by Professor Dumbledore in the opening scene of Sorcerer’s Stone. Or maybe they’re ski trails lit up at night as a cloud passes over the hill. Or it’s the final scenes of Princess Mononoke as the smoke clears and the new day dawns bright and fresh.
Whatever it is, I love it. I want to live like this forever.
I’m going to sit on my patio and watch the night unfold.
Listening to the Guy in an Apartment Across the Courtyard Watch a Football Game
“No, no, no – shit!”
“What was that!”
“There’s one second left!”
“THERE WE GO…god damn.”
“Goosebumps! Goosebumps! Come on, baby!”
“YES. YES. FUCK. YES. FUCK. YES. YES. YES.”