and i want to walk around with you

today it snowed. i'm out in fairfax, so that meant hanging out with my cats, shoveling the driveway, and taking an accidental 4-hour nap this afternoon. this whole snow-and-nap situation really threw a kink into my plan, which was to have a plan and stick to it, due to i have had a lot of no motivation and a lot of sadness recently. so i made a to-do list! but none of it got to-done.

point is: one thing i was going to do is buy the new animal collective album. couldn't; instead, listened to parts of it on hypemachine. it's finally started to click for me, and it's just so fucking joyous. favorite so far: summertime clothes. appropriate.

kurt vonnegut chasing a puppy on a beach

in the meanwhile i will settle for this

since i set my sights pretty high in the last post (happy marriage, two beautiful kids, presidency for myself or spouse, etc.), i thought i'd also point out one thing that keeps me going on a day-to-day basis: well written articles, especially if they're takedowns of idiots.

enjoy!

this is what i want

i know it's my/everyone's favorite two people, and i know it is one of the reasons i love and respect them so much, but on a very personal level, this is exactly what i am shooting for in life.

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/01/19/090119fa_fact_cook

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did you seriously stop trying? this, plus vista? i am so confused by you. you used to just be evil but unavoidable-- now you're in a depressive death spiral. it's just sad.

this is pretty hilarious though:

good evening

so! remember how i do music, allegedly full-time? yeah. i did some today. please visit the ol' whosoever-space to take a listen. it's called good evening, and it was the first song i ever wrote. ever. williamsburg friends may remember it from my busted old recordings. so i banged it out with some guitar trickery this afternoon. tell me what you think!!!

back to regularly scheduled programming

so, i had a weird weekend (i never want to play or be around rock band again), and this week is going to be crazy (rachel going away! 1840 inaugural party! houseguests! hope! change!), but let's bring it back to the comfort zone: people who are the worst. in this case, one person.

this assclown.

a small sample:

What really grates is the portrayal of Jesus as a wimp, or worse. Paintings depict a gentle man embracing children and cuddling lambs. Hymns celebrate his patience and tenderness. The mainstream church, Driscoll has written, has transformed Jesus into “a Richard Simmons, hippie, queer Christ,” a “neutered and limp-wristed popular Sky Fairy of pop culture that . . . would never talk about sin or send anyone to hell.”

but he's cool!! look at his dane cook-esque look!


yeah. fuck that guy.

three people who are way more awesome than we have any right to expect them to be

first: shaq's twitter. seriously it is genius. scroll down to the ones he did before christmas about portland, and just enjoy his overall mastery of misspelled hilarity.




second: tom ricks' blog on ForeignPolicy.com. tom ricks was the military affairs correspondent for the Washington Post for eight years, wrote Fiasco (which you should read), took a buyout last year, and now has this blog. dry, right? nope! check out a few selected moments of greatness: tom ricks pissing on harold pinter's grave; calling out blog censorship, linking to a hilarious rebuttal, and daring nyt publisher pinch sulzberger (not his editor, i was wrong) to try it on him; not trusting monkeys. in between these gems are also serious, insightful gems about foreign policy like this one, about how the panda-basher's tendency to get the vapours every time china talks about getting an aircraft carrier is sort of irrelevant. maginot line, zing!!


third: teri garr. best known for work in tootsie and as inga in Young Frankenstein ("What knockers! -- "Vy zank you, Doctor!"). her interview is THE BEST. she is THE BEST. she would probably ask why she's third on this list and call me sexist and then go "oh i'm so bad!" but you're SO GOOD, TERI GARR.

there are other ways, i used to think, to find my way around

just as ian was getting me into a crotchety mood due to fender custom shop guitars and life, i remembered this. please read.

will oldham piece in the new yorker

i hold him in the highest possible regard, especially after reading this, and i have played and recorded plenty of his songs. i was thinking that, as a lark/gift/joke, i would render this in several pages and illuminate the first letters, and make all his text in red. you know, jesus-style. i think it'd be funny and maybe meaningful.

and so! it brings me back to the new year. i hope that it will be good, and i plan to try and make it so; i think that i'm going to set a date-certain before which i will not even consider trying to find employment, so that i can stop stressing out and instead write songs as often as possible. i'm going to try and go on tour, at the very least with steve over spring break, and to play shows around this area more. and make excuses less, for this and everything.

and apply to grad school.

oh, also, i want to continue doing awesome things, like dominating at trivia every week, spending time with my friends, changing my appearance regularly (up to and including growing beards), telling universally funny and well-received jokes, etc.

that should be so easy! piece of cake! great job! great blog!