Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
"I am Warm and Powerful" by Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
"Nantes" by Beirut
"Leeora" by The Sea and Cake
"Benefits of Lying (with your friend)" by The Apples in Stereo
"One by One" by Billy Bragg & Wilco
"Together" by The Raconteurs
"Two-Headed Boy" by Neutral Milk Hotel
"Satan Said Dance" by Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah!
"Forecast Fascist Future" by Of Montreal
"By the Sea" by The Essex Green
"Star Witness" by Neko Case
"Androgynous" by The Replacements
"The Dress Looks Nice on You" by Sufjan Stevens
"Everybody Knows (except you)" by The Divine Comedy
"Women's Realm" by Belle & Sebastian
The cuts a little rough, but I wasn't really going for a "good" mix, but rather a summation of myself at the current moment . . . and well, I'm a little rough right now. If have any of the above mentioned songs or artists, listen to them . . . it'll be better for your soul.
Oh, today I woke up feeling for that country, folkish, rock mood, so I put on Billy Bragg & Wilco's "Mermaid Avenue" and it just hit the spot.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Oh, in more news, I've hooked myself on a Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin kick. I don't know why. They're from Springfield, MO where my brother is currently residing, though I knew about them before he even lived there. I'll expand later . . . for now I need to finish turning all the lights off.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Somewhere between that moment and the following minutes, John was awoken by the noise and fumbled sleepily into the bathroom to find me pale in face lying on the bathroom floor. He saw me and the mess in the sink and quickly acted. Pulling me up and ushering me into the bedroom to change (of course, asking me first if I was going to hurl again) and then medicating me with aspirin and tucking me back into bed. Like a good guy, he even cleaned up the mess. I suppose that when you know your with a good guy, when they're willing to clean up your sickness and then even go to the trouble to supply you with orange juice (even if it doesn't stay down) and take you temperature. I had a slight fever of 100 . . . ah.
The doctor diagnosed me with stomach flu . . . again. I must be susceptible to it . . . Either that or the doctor had no clue and is just pushing his white pad and big words at me to get me to leave. Whichever, today I felt a little better. By 5 o'clock I was able to stomach dinner. I had some Kashi hot cereal with bananas. It was as good as possible.
In the meantime, I've been listening to Neko Case excessively and obsessively since yesterday afternoon. She's who I listened to the last time I was sick. I suppose she has that quality about her that I crave when I'm bed-ridden and weak. I mean, there's nothing better for sickness than that sense of woman empowerment that she radiates. Plus, I had to have somebody that would be folkly enough to wean me of my Neutral Milk Hotel kick. She fits into both requirements.
Well, I am going to nap . . . I think this had finally released that built up tension from lack of sleep . . . because I've slept more in the past two days than I have in the past month. Ah, it feels good.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Along with finally getting out to go grocery shopping, I also accomplished a lot more yesterday than I have in the past months. Nearly two months ago, I got this great . . . and by great I mean GREAT . . . deal on a this resale aquarium . . . I wasn't actually looking to invest in a new tank set-up but the deal was too good to pass up. So anyways, I bought this tank, 175 gallons complete with pumps, filters, heaters, everything. It's been sitting somewhere between my kitchen and living room ever since I bought it, because I didn't have the time to invest in the set-up and didn't want to think about what to begin to put in it . . . I didn't want to think.
As an aquarist, I've been through a lot . . . a lot of tanks, a lot of fish, a lot of set-ups, and a lot of strip-downs. I wanted to try something moderately low maintenance, but also something that would suit the tank, because 175 gallons . . . well that's a lot of tank. I have a 200 gallon already and I know that its a lot to handle. On my whim yesterday, I decided to set-up everything.
I went with a brackish river set-up. It's something different for me, because I haven't had a brackish tank in forever, and when I did it was a mangrove swamp. I planted most of the tank pretty heavily . . . because I aesthetically like a lot of greenery . . . but I also left a good portion of open swimming space . . . I also put in lots of driftwood and natural rocks.
I must say that the end result is quite stunning, and it really brings the room together with such a big centerpiece being there. I ended up placing it up on the main wall that runs along the living room. My other four tanks aren't in out in the open, like my 200 gallon and 55 gallon are in the bedroom and the two smaller tanks, a 10 and a 30 gallon, are in the supposed dining area; so I thought it would be a nice switch to have one in the open.
I'm going to start a trial stocking period sometime next week. I'm just going to pick up a couple Sailfin Mollies and give it a go. In a couple more weeks, I'll finish stocking the tank entirely, with some gobies, chromides . . . and if I get up enough spunk to give go with puffers, I'll put a couple of those in there.
Well, the movie's over and I think John's pulling in for the night, so I think that I will try to do the same. Toodles.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Jump, Run, Go, Fun: Why I Felt to the Need to Bore Others With My Completely Drab Listening Choices of the Present and the Past and Even the Future.
My Damien rice fit ended in the later hours of yesterday evening, but for my first awakening, which came an hour earlier at 1 a.m., I was in a different mood. I put on The Divine Comedy because it has that drive, but isn't too "loud" so it wouldn't wake John up. I love Neil Hannon's voice. Its so . . . beautiful . . . if that's the right descriptor? Its is just so . . . indescribably great. I have three favorite voices in music, and he is number two . . . number one is Jeff Tweedy . . . and number three is Bonnie "Prince" Billy.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Classes Canceled, Alarm Clocks, and My NREM: Why I Wish I Could Be Like a Normal Human Being and Go To Sleep.
I went to the doctor, and he told me that everything seemed fine. Ha. I don't feel fine. I feel like somebody tied me to the train tracks and I'm fighting to find my way off of them before the train comes and lobs my head off and dismembers the essence of my being. However, I don't think it would be quite appropriate to tell a doctor such things, so I just nod my head and take the pieces of white scribbled paper he hands me.
Then, as usual, I get a day like today. I fell asleep around midnight and I woke up at around 2 a.m. and fell back into sleep around 4 a.m. Two hours later my third alarm begins to go off and I'm still passed out without even hearing it. At some point a very sleepy and annoyed John rolls over and turns it off while somehow shaking me awake. I wake up and get ready to go. On some whim, I end up checking my computer before I leave, only to find out that classes were canceled. At this point, any normal person would shirk off their clothes and crawl back into bed for a couple more hours of sleep. I remained awake despite the extreme pull upon my body begging for rest.
In the end I ended up waking John (again) as well. He made breakfast. It was as good as it could be, for being a 7 a.m. morning with the snow falling outside and while the rest of the world is cozy in their beds. I was just wishing I could do the same.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Health, The Buzz, and An Anti-Drug Campaign: Why I Gave Up The Sugar For a More Healthy Alternative.
I started with the dish on the right and ended with the dish on the left. Looks pretty nice doesn't it, and as a judging standard, none of the dishes included the colors hot pink, baby blue, or electric yellow, so I think I did pretty well.
John even came over and joined in . . . though I think the real reason was because he wanted to experience the lesser thrill of seeing what I had bought at the candy goldmine.
Candy Gold Mine, Gumballs, and Lollipops: Why I Felt the Urge to Maintain the Ultimate Buzz of Sugar.
I'm in awe, complete and utter awe of the possiblities of the candy universe. Maybe I'm just crazy, but there are only so many chances in the life of an "adult" that one gets to have fun. I'm using one of those chances right now.