Peepers
Oh, LJ...I return to you like a whipped dog, tail between the legs, whining and moaning about life. That's what you're here for, correct?
My brood of shamed LJ friends has dwindled to just a few who bother. But I do care. I have not forgotten you! I check more often than I let on. I have not been a very effective tactician when it comes to balancing my time and abilities on this here journal. Basically, I suck at this these days and I don't like it. Hell, I can barely type on a keyboard to my satisfaction these days due to the randomness of work, life...my devolving fingertips that are getting more and more accustomed to the tedious taps of a Blackberry and iTouch. No shame, I tell you.
Today is another of my rare days off, buried in the thicket of the week- serving virtually no purpose in the areas of recooping...rest...the other luxuries of a weekend. ("Weekends" are now the things of lore to me.)
Last night Mai and I went to Old Towne Liquors for wine- yet we left with beer, wine, bread (free!), and cheese. The night unfolded on the deck which never amounted to much more than overeating, drinking and listening to Solomon Burke. My roommates think I am insane. They might be right.
We fell asleep watching "Forbidden Zone" which I think Mai enjoyed 10 minutes of at best.
Mai has become about the best friend I have. I don't know how revealing it is about my odd personality that I spend 50% or so of my time with a super-cute Vietnamese girl that I feel nothing at all for in the areas of "romance" or "sexuality"...but everybody in the world assumes we are fuckin'. Let 'em. She is in love with some guy in Minnesota and I am in the netherworld of divorce. We do well whining to each other.
She sleeps over often. I think she is afraid of her new neighborhood which is only a few blocks away from here. She might even rent a room here for 2 months or so before moving to some hippie farm that I make fun of too often. I need to learn more about where I distribute my verbal abuse...
We woke up and got coffee and granola at Quill's. I paid my phone bill. Now I'm home after a walk to the post office and the library.
I began drinking some beer and reading- you know? For inspiration. After two or three beers I feel that I am not inspired. I am just tired.
Lucky Pineapple practice is tonight. Due to a scheduling conflict last week, relations became even more strained and it ended up with me submitting my resignation. The next show was announced to be my last. I agreed to finish the record.
I talked to JC earlier and he said that there were utterances of me NOT even doing the next show. I suppose this is meant to be a sort of...oh, I dunno...a form of discipline? I'll happily do what is on the books but my feelings wouldn't be impacted at all if I was excused from another show. It's been a stifling and often painful situation for a long, long time. I miss my friends in the band that are just filed under "bandmates" now. It's been nearly a year of bad break-up sex since I announced my last departure and everybody deserves better.
Anyways, they will likely do better without me. Our manager hopes it will be a much-needed kick in the ass.
I will be spending the next week in New York City/Brooklyn for CMJ with Phantom Family Halo. I will also be looking to move there in the new year, so I will be doing some footwork on that. I am excited.
I am also getting together with some folks soon to work on my own songs. I am excited and grateful to have such awesome people interested in it.
My brood of shamed LJ friends has dwindled to just a few who bother. But I do care. I have not forgotten you! I check more often than I let on. I have not been a very effective tactician when it comes to balancing my time and abilities on this here journal. Basically, I suck at this these days and I don't like it. Hell, I can barely type on a keyboard to my satisfaction these days due to the randomness of work, life...my devolving fingertips that are getting more and more accustomed to the tedious taps of a Blackberry and iTouch. No shame, I tell you.
Today is another of my rare days off, buried in the thicket of the week- serving virtually no purpose in the areas of recooping...rest...the other luxuries of a weekend. ("Weekends" are now the things of lore to me.)
Last night Mai and I went to Old Towne Liquors for wine- yet we left with beer, wine, bread (free!), and cheese. The night unfolded on the deck which never amounted to much more than overeating, drinking and listening to Solomon Burke. My roommates think I am insane. They might be right.
We fell asleep watching "Forbidden Zone" which I think Mai enjoyed 10 minutes of at best.
Mai has become about the best friend I have. I don't know how revealing it is about my odd personality that I spend 50% or so of my time with a super-cute Vietnamese girl that I feel nothing at all for in the areas of "romance" or "sexuality"...but everybody in the world assumes we are fuckin'. Let 'em. She is in love with some guy in Minnesota and I am in the netherworld of divorce. We do well whining to each other.
She sleeps over often. I think she is afraid of her new neighborhood which is only a few blocks away from here. She might even rent a room here for 2 months or so before moving to some hippie farm that I make fun of too often. I need to learn more about where I distribute my verbal abuse...
We woke up and got coffee and granola at Quill's. I paid my phone bill. Now I'm home after a walk to the post office and the library.
I began drinking some beer and reading- you know? For inspiration. After two or three beers I feel that I am not inspired. I am just tired.
Lucky Pineapple practice is tonight. Due to a scheduling conflict last week, relations became even more strained and it ended up with me submitting my resignation. The next show was announced to be my last. I agreed to finish the record.
I talked to JC earlier and he said that there were utterances of me NOT even doing the next show. I suppose this is meant to be a sort of...oh, I dunno...a form of discipline? I'll happily do what is on the books but my feelings wouldn't be impacted at all if I was excused from another show. It's been a stifling and often painful situation for a long, long time. I miss my friends in the band that are just filed under "bandmates" now. It's been nearly a year of bad break-up sex since I announced my last departure and everybody deserves better.
Anyways, they will likely do better without me. Our manager hopes it will be a much-needed kick in the ass.
I will be spending the next week in New York City/Brooklyn for CMJ with Phantom Family Halo. I will also be looking to move there in the new year, so I will be doing some footwork on that. I am excited.
I am also getting together with some folks soon to work on my own songs. I am excited and grateful to have such awesome people interested in it.