And The World Turned Hearts to Love
At some point in the past couple years I made a certain claim in my journal(s)-namely that seeing Pavement live was my only requirement to die happily. This is patently false...I would have to see Pavement and My Bloody Valentine.
YouTube learned me good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8O7awaiQTKM
That's the secret to happiness: high standards, low expectations. And lots of guitar noise.
I've scarcely left my bedroom all weekend. Thus has Operation: Avoid Death by Cold been a success. But it's starting to get nauseating. At this point I'd like it to warm up just enough to make the living room well, livable, again.
This has been a curious past month. I've hardly drank at all, mostly because of my standard mid-winter moratorium on concert-going. That, and solitude levels are pretty much back up to the old watermark. So much so that I'm reading Zadie Smith's "On Beauty" for The Onion/Magers & Quinn's Books and Bars bookclub. I've considered joining them for awhile, and now that I clearly need new friends, 'tis go time.
YouTube learned me good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8O7awaiQTKM
That's the secret to happiness: high standards, low expectations. And lots of guitar noise.
I've scarcely left my bedroom all weekend. Thus has Operation: Avoid Death by Cold been a success. But it's starting to get nauseating. At this point I'd like it to warm up just enough to make the living room well, livable, again.
This has been a curious past month. I've hardly drank at all, mostly because of my standard mid-winter moratorium on concert-going. That, and solitude levels are pretty much back up to the old watermark. So much so that I'm reading Zadie Smith's "On Beauty" for The Onion/Magers & Quinn's Books and Bars bookclub. I've considered joining them for awhile, and now that I clearly need new friends, 'tis go time.