Monday, August 25, 2008

Spicing Up the Page: Why I Thought Pictures Would Be a Good Remedy for Everybody.

Sheesh. Try to enjoy this:

Yeah, I also thought that it might be nice to add a couple of images . . . since this page has been so devoid of them lately . . . I dunno what the deal is really, I'm usually completely up on my image game . . . maybe now I'll get back on pace. Yeah, right.

All Smiles: Why I am All About the Smiles.

So, yeah . . . I'm not being weird or anything with the title and all; instead, my brother got a (tad bit) little bit eBay crazy, and bought a whole bunch of shit (that for most counts, one could say he never needed) and loaned me half of it . . . one of those item being a CD by All Smiles, otherwise known as Jim Fairchild of Grandaddy, a former band of which put the rock in "rocking your socks off" . . . they're . . . they were . . . AWESOME. Well, anyways, I'm currently to the CD, and yeah, alone he's no Grandaddy (and really he, alone, sounds nothing like the whole collective of the former band he partook in . . . like, it's a completely different genre) but hey, it's still pretty good. I'm digging it at least.

And on that note, I should go . . . dinner in five and John gets perturbed when I skip out on whatever delightful cuisine he's prepared for the night. I suppose he thinks I don't appreciate enough his slaving in the kitchen (if you could it that, since he thoroughly enjoys it.) Eh, I say he can deal.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Adirondacks: Why I Have a Tad Bit More Hope for Humanity.

I've been a little busy, or so I say. I suppose I should tell the real truth, which is that I haven't had much to write about, and well, I don't really feel the need to write dribble about things that are . . . well, dribble. The only reason I am writing now is because I just got back from a very well fulfilled hiking trip to the Adirondacks, and I thought that I should comment on the complete joy of being out in the fresh air with nothing but wilderness surrounding . . . it's that feeling of being completely and utterly in tune with the rest of the world and every living being on the Earth. The hike gave me one of those feelings that made me have a tad bit more hope for the world, you know, kind of like the opposite of those feelings that makes one more intolerant for the plagues of the earth, if that is possible.

But anyways, I arrived back here to the city yesterday, which became a quick drag, since I had been lying out under the stars for the past weeks, and then to be shoved back indoors into the "comfort" of a house with heating and indoor plumbing was kind of . . . weird? I haven't yet uploaded all my pictures from my camera, but once I do, I'll post them so any available readers can have the not-quite-so-comforting-semi-cop-out-feeling of being one with the wilderness.

Oh, and on a lighter note, I'm back on the Sleater Kinney kick . . . nothing like the wilderness to make one crave something giving a little power to the women. Woot.

Monday, August 18, 2008