Archive for July, 2007


Tuesday Love: short love

A brief Tuesday Love today.

As this week begins I love music and all those other usual things that everyone else loves (friends, family, pets etc.).

And I will add to this, that I miss my friends scattered far and wide this summer. What a long summer this has been already, and here we are about to turn towards august.

Random Quotation Love:

All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last. – Proust

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. – e e cummings

Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd. – Voltaire


Yep Yep

look here and here for two videos that are sure to bring a smile to your face (via youtube and safe for everyone).

note to webmaster – normally I’d embed these, but doing that does some funny things to the site, that probably won’t make you laugh…


Recent Bibliography

May

Cage, John. Silence.
Cage, John. A Year from Monday.
Huxley, Aldous. The Doors of Perception. (re-read)
Hesse, Herman. Siddartha. (re-read)
Murakami, Harakumi. South of the Border, West of the Sun.

June

Dalrymple, William. City of Djinns.
Johnson, Dennis. Jesus’s Son.
LeGuin, Ursula. The Lathe of Heaven.
LeGuin, Ursula. A Wizard of Earthsea.
Siever, Ellen. Linux in a Nutshell.

July

Corbett, John. Extended Play.
LeGuin, Ursula. The Tombs of Atuan.
LeGuin, Ursula. The Farthest Shore.
LeGuin, Ursula. The Word for World is Forest.
Pynchon, Thomas. Mason and Dixon.

i always seem to reserve summer as my time to indulge my science-fiction/fantasy reading hunger. this year it has been Ursula LeGuin (last summer – Phillip Dick). Also, I just realized that I am quite a fan of slipstream literature. I wonder if anyone else has read some of the books on that list?


Tuesday Love: Earthy Love

I love fruits and vegetables.  You can grow them, you can eat them, you can use them as a dessert, as a side, or as a delicious additive to a sandwich.  What more could you ask for from a humble plant?

Speaking of plants, I love trees.  In the summer they protect you from the sun with their shady leaves, in the winter they protect you from the cold wind with their strong branches, and when you are tired you can lean up against their trunk and rest.

Other earthy things that I love include: earth tones, earth day, and earth worms. I’ve also been known to enjoy mud puddles, tree sap, acorns, muskidimes (sp?), blackberries, flame-of-the-forest, cyprus knees, orchids, pine cones, spanish moss, watermelon, green onions, honey-suckles, and rambling wildflowers.

Living in the heart of urban BR, is it not apparent that this once and future country kid has a strong nostalgia for his childhood summer days?

Don’t be afraid to add some love down in the comments!


Potter Mania

Unexpectedly, I took part in the Harry Potter mania that was unleashed on Barnes and Nobles Saturday night. Although I haven’t read any of the books, I accompanied Jess to lay claim to her pre-ordered copy. She describes the situation thusly,

Jon and Ryan accompanied me to the Barnes & Noble premiere party. After a frantic call from Jordan, I was rushed into arriving at 10 – ish. There were already a zillion people in line. Ryan was naturally more interested in the news crews and journalists. He regaled Jon with his version of how the Harry Potter premiere story gets written. According to him, it goes something like this: Intrepid young reporter arrives at miserable local interest event. He becomes aggravated with the crowds, the mania, and the general disorder. He spends a few minutes exchanging cynicisms with other reporters and then heads to the liquor store. With a fifth in hand, the story practically writes itself : “Muggles Invade Local Bookseller. .”

Jon was bombarded by a blast from the past and Ryan’s headache was in full swing. My party would mutiny if I insisted on staying until my pre-ordered book was in hand. It was time to call on my lawyer training. I ferreted out the only person in the store without a wristband and manipulated them into waiting in line for my book. I almost felt guilty.

I don’t have much to add to that except that this was yet another occasion where I was glad to be part of a social phenomenon, even if I was silently cursing my bad luck all the while for ending up in what seems like an endless series of awkward situations this summer. Seriously, can’t a guy catch a break already?! As is the norm when I’m out with my sister, the evening was photo-documented, and you can see a few pictures of the event here in case you missed all the fun.


notes on the recordings.

well, dave asked for it, and now you’ll have it – my ‘official’ notes on the summer recordings posted here, such as they are.

polyrhythm + guitars: this piece was recorded on my four-track cassette recorder with the drums recorded first, then the rhythm guitar, and finally the lead guitar playing little bits of pentatonic melodies here and there, all in the key of E. everything was in one take and improvised, because (as is often the case when I have time to record), I usually have some general idea of what I want to do, but have not planned out the details before hand. Because drum recording time is always incredibly limited (I have OTHER PEOPLE trying to relax in the rest of the studio, erm, house!), I just don’t have the luxury of fussing over mistakes. Fortunately, this track came out pretty clean, although its more a demo than a well-developed recording.

The intersting point of this recording is really the polyrhythm, which as dave notes, is 2/3. This is really the most basic of polyrhythms, and is found in all kinds of really cool drumming around the world. It’s also incredibly soothing to play and is used in some cultures as a ‘beat’ of meditation. The rhythm itself is contained in the phrase, ‘cold cup of tea’, and that’s a handy little mnemonic to remember if you find yourself listening to polyrhythmic music in the future.

Influences for this track – the band formerly known as the Boredoms, does a lot of cool rhythmic oriented music these days, and the track House of Sun (which you can listen to here) is a more developed take on modal electric guitar playing. Steve Tibbetts is really the master of this kind of thing though, and if you enjoyed this little clip you probably will love all the playing and drumming (by the great percussionist Marc Anderson) on his most recent records. One day these demos are going to sound as cool as those guys…

Pop Song like GH – another demo, this time with a pop-oriented song in mind. again, I tracked the drums first, then the rhythm guitar and finally the ‘bass’ which is really just my guitar playing the bass line with the treble knob turned way down – you make do with what equipment you have!

a couple of (possibly) interesting things about this demo – first, the jangly rhythm guitar is strongly reminiscent of an early beatles-like arrangement (although George Harrison was who I had in mind specifically). because the rhythm instrument is so treblely, it sits in the sound field and ‘fills up’ the recording in a way that a more muted instrument would not be able to do. this is a common trick three and four piece bands use to make their arrangements sound ‘larger’ than their limited instrumentation might suggest, and i use it here. the bass line in the ‘chorus’ parts of the song is a classic boogie woogie bass line that comes up frequently in pop music, and the line that transitions the song back to the verses is another classic descending motif that i’ve heard in a number of tunes both new and old. finally, you’ll notice in the chord changes leading up to the chorus a strange harmonic twist in the second to last chord before the chorus – that’s an F chord that is not in the major scale of the key this song is written in, and it kind of gives that transition a little extra ‘edge’ – that is a classic george harrison song writing move – introducing an unrelated chord into the harmony of a song to create dramatic tension and that’s how this fun little tune got it’s name!

Influences for this track: Early Beatles, late george harrison.

Harmonized Guitar: Just another simple pentatonic melody idea, harmonized to give it a little bit of a different flavor. this is a good example of the kind of ideas that run through my playing all the time that are mostly forgotten, but could eventually turn out to be good tunes – i think this line would sound great harmonized with a brass section (Calling all horn players!?) in a kind of jazzy arrangement.

interesting points of note – check out the cymbal playing during the harmonized lines – do you notice how on the fourth hit in each measure the cymbal sound ‘bends’? i learned that trick from watching a bunch of twentieth-century european classical percussion concerts – you can bend a cymbal sound by submerging it in water! although it’s kind of pointless in this context (i recorded it more out of curiosity than anything else) it does sound cool. How did I do it? By filling up my bathtub (!) standing the cymbal over the water, playing along with the track and then trying to dunk it into the water to get the right sound all without trying to knock my microphone off it’s stand into the tub! it was a lot of fun, even if it didn’t really come out to great effect…

Influences for this track: well the allman brothers, sort of, for the harmonized guitar idea. the kind of semi-related drum part at the end has a chord progression that is similar to one of the instrumental interludes on a garden show i sometimes watch on PBS – just realized that on second listen – so also a PBS garden show…

Drone in G : More of a sound experiment, I recorded this one at my apartment on my mac with cubase and a presonus firebox. i recorded the drone instruments first, then the more rhythmic guitar and banjo parts later on.

the idea here was a kind of instrumental sound collage – droning away once again in one key – that had a bunch of really interesting timbres coming from the variety of acoustic instruments being played. all the actual musical ideas are super simple, but together they make a more complex whole. this kind of thing would have sounded a lot better if it could have been recorded live with different people playing all the different instruments – i wish i had a group of readily recruitable friends to come over and jingle bells and such for recording like this, but alas, that’s not the case – so, we’ll all have to settle for multi-tracking instead for the time being (interested bell-ringers, violinist and others should send me a note in the comments – i’ll hire you on the spot for future projects!) this is also the recorded debut of my Tibetan singing bowls!

Influences for this track: without a doubt, the wonderfully named Vibracathedral Orchestra. These folks specialize in super complex droning instrumentals – check ‘em out for a heady dose of psychedelic drone! Also, all kinds of north indian classical music – some nice sufi oriented stuff here – and more 20th century classical composers like Terry Riley (check out those crazy web graphics!). All really cool stuff.

Somewhere: Just a part of the classic melody, played here on my roommate’s Yamaha student model classical guitar with strings that date back to the Mesozoic Era. Its a bit halting, but i think that gives it a nice, quiet, unrushed feeling. Double-tracked and those with bat-like hearing will notice a bit of spotty intonation towards the end of the track – its the strings, i swear…

Influences for this track – french guitarist Noël Akchoté, just a fantastic player and the master of the delicate guitar instrumental (among many other things).

Finally, the classical guitar tracks. I should just mention that dabbling in classical guitar is like dabbling in being an NFL Linebacker, one shouldn’t do it without the proper training and coaching! however, i do it anyway because i enjoy playing the compositions, even if i have no (formal) training to do so. having said that…

minuet in G: a rather complicated little tune, with some neat counterpoint stuff going on in the bass register, adapted for the guitar. this is just an okay version of it, i had only been working on this tune for about a month which is not nearly long enough to really nail it, so there is a bit of fumbling here although it’s not really noticeable. bach can be kind of formulaic at times, and this piece is no exception to that minor complaint, but it is also a blast to play. this is take 7,345 of what felt like a million takes to get this tune right. did i mention that classical guitar is not easy?

lagrima – this is a classical guitar standard, a gem of a piece, perhaps a little too romantic but i’m not going to count that against it… more fumbling here with some serious hesitations and a major fumble in the ‘minor’ section of the piece but i improvised through it and i guess it sounds okay. again, it’s a decent crack at a deceptively simple piece of music that needed another couple of months of work before i really could nail it. i suppose it has a kind of amateurish beauty though. this is also take five thousand of about one million. recorded at my apartment (notice crappy non-verby room sound) with the firebox and cubase.

and that’s it! as you can tell, I’m listening and playing all kinds of music these days because i love playing and doing a bunch of different things keeps me interested. whether it’s rock, jazz, experimental, or classical music, I’m down for it all as long as I can keep playing.

now i just wish I had more time to play and record and practice and a bunch of other non-guitarists to play with! but that’s a whole other story. till next time, enjoy the music!


jon’s summer recordings

Although David hasn’t been able to do much recording (or even playing, for that matter) this summer, Jon has been highly productive lately. Of course, when you’re single and you’ve already graduated college, you can really make things happen!See the music page for details about these pieces, and because our website is so wonderfully and happily interactive, perhaps JB will elaborate and expound on these various experiments and recordings for us all in the comments or a future post!

Look for some new music from dave in the future. I’ve got a few songs (2 from dad, 2 by me) that i’ve had to put away for awhile, still trying to start a new groove as a married person.


weekendz

a couple things happened last weekend that i wanted to talk about, but i’ll just talk about them this weekend.

Desiree and I took our dogs to a Socialization class held by “The Famous” dog trainer Dick Russell. He owns a bit of land out in the countryside of Baton Rouge (wait, Baton Rouge has countryside?), and everyone shows up at 8:30 am with their dogs and heads for a 4.5 acre field in the back. Current and former dog owners who are reading this are familiar with the current protocol for socially acceptable dog behavior: dogs will remain leashed at all times, because they are prone to run away at a whim, and inevitably get lost and into a heap of trouble. Even when they are on the leash, we assume that their territorial nature instructs them to investigate / bark at / fight with other strange dogs they may encounter. The practice of this protocol is supposed to yield a “good dog,” one who will realize the gravity of the leash requirement and understand and accept its underpinned meaning of mistrust.

Well, Mr. Russell conducts this socialization class to provide the dogs and owners with a bit of controlled chaos. We unleash our dogs and start walking around the perimeter of the aforementioned field. The only rules are these: no leashes, no corrections, and keep moving. What would happen? To a first-timer, like myself, I didn’t know what to think. i was simultaneously terrified and curious, either Oliver would go berserk or… he wouldn’t. There were about 30 other dogs, of both genders, just trotting around merrily, including labs, rottweilers, weimaraners, mixes, puppies, hounds, mutts… you name it, and i could imagine Oliver picking a fight with it. However, since nobody had a leash on their dog, maybe they could work it out… or maybe someone would die today.

Most of the dogs were following their owners around the perimeter of the field, just walking around in a giant oval. When we entered the oval, Oliver barked once loudly at a rottweiler who came over to say hello. Oliver’s fur was standing up on his neck and by his tail. He looked assertive, but was not aggressive. After the rott got his sniff, he drooled away somewhere to sit in the shade. Oliver clearly wasn’t quite sure what to do in an encounter like that, but he took off as i continued walking the oval. The strangest thing started to happen. As the people walked around, the dogs got comfortable. They sniffed, and ran, and played, and jumped in the mud, and rubbed in the grass, and went to the bathroom, and when they were done with all that, they came back to their owner, picking them out of the crowd, to see what’s new. Then they did it all over again. The walking, the steady movement seemed to be so soothing to the dogs, that they felt like everyone was just a part of the pack. As the owners watched their dogs relax and enjoy life as a dog, free and uninhibited, they started to relax themselves. This “Socialization Class” is probably the best thing that ever happened to dog training. I’m a believer.

Also something that happened last weekend was the Art Walk and Beer Tasting in Lafayette. It was pretty fun, and I realized that Lafayette’s hard work at trying to turn their downtown into a more cultural and upscale environment is really paying off.

But that’s not the biggest thing that struck me that day. I may have a tough time trying to relate this story, but here goes. As we walked in and out of galleries, looking at hundreds of artworks of all kinds, I started to look closer at the paintings. Not just pointillist-closer, like when-you-zoom-in-it’s-just-a-bunch-of-dots closer. I mean closer as in how the artist is creating the colors and direction in the space. Whenever i am painting or drawing something, i will tend to direct my hand to create the image that is in my mind. The progress of the image gets naturally more detailed over time, but i’m really just filling in the blank spots in between the major points that are already in the mind-image. What about those blank spots? What if you focused inside a blank spot, and created the outsides from there? Look very intently inside a single wash or brush-stroke of color. Starting inside that bold blue or undulating orange, how does it morph into the other colors? Along which lines does it lead, to create flow and motion or splotchy pools? After looking at several paintings in this manner, i started picking out certain ones that i enjoyed simply for their luxurious color spaces. Some of these newfound favorites i knew i wouldn’t have picked if i had just seen them complete, at a distance. This realization transformed the way i look at art as a whole, in a very inexplicable way… which is both enlightening and strange to me. I can’t just point to something and explain away how it makes me feel, because it just does. I have to resist the temptation to trace the complex emotional response back to something physical about the art itself, because that complex connection is absolutely invisible to my conscious. And i intend to keep it that way.

Whoo. enough of that heady art-talk. In more current news, this weekend i realized that i have spent 2 years living in lafayette, 2 years living in macon, and 2 years living in baton rouge. I therefore have equal citizenship to 3 cities in the last 6 years. I’ll be staying in Baton rouge at least another year, if not 2. That would make Baton Rouge my second longest hometown since Midland! Which is totally silly to me, because i still think of BR as a place to work and go to school, and Lafayette is home.

As i was thinking about this, the thoughts of Midland came back to me more than ever like a distant memory, a completely different life. Who have i become since then? What crazy path did i take to get from there to here? How could i keep track of all these scattered memories and locations?

Tonight, i feel like my 22 years are worth so much more than their actual length. I am so young, but so, so old. as the saying goes, i don’t know everything, but i know enough to know that i don’t know anything.


acrobatic feats

Video of really good Acrobats. the human body was not designed to do this stuff.

via dooce.com  


Tuesday Love: Widespread Love

I love the feeling I get right when it begins to rain. Everyone stops whatever it is they are doing to listen briefly, people outside buildings quickly run inside and huddle together – the collective pause in life that the rain can bring. Also, speaking generally, I love rain and its incredible gratuity – fresh water for free!

I love how excellent cream tastes in coffee, as if they were created to go together.

I love the invention of boxer-briefs – in the world of men’s undergarments, these fancy hybrids offer a third option, a middle ground, between the dichotomy of briefs or boxers.

I love birthday cakes, and am glad that so many of my family members have birthdays in July. Perhaps I should become a baker?

Need more? You can find some old love here. Of course, feel free to share the love in the comments.


Merton, Bailey, Cage: The Preamble Pt. 0

Every now and then, a person will encounter a group of people (or person), a set of ideas, or perhaps even an entire culture or tradition that will completely change the way that that person thinks about the world. I call these people, ideas, and events paradigm-shifters.

When someone undergoes a paradigm shift in their thinking, they see the world in a completely different way. And I don’t mean that in an abstract sense – a paradigm shift is something that is concrete – you relate and interact with the world in a different manner. To put it another way, you can think of paradigm shifts as discreet events i.e. I was one person before I met this person, thing, or idea and now I am completely different after, so different in fact, that I can divide my life into two separate phases: who I was before, and who I am now.

Paradigm shifts occurs all the time, and I think they are often the emotional high points of a person’s personal experience. Think of a graduation, or a marriage, the birth of a child, the death of a loved one – what you are thinking about are events which change a person’s understanding of themselves in the world. And they act differently because of it.

What I want to write about here though, is a different kind of important experience, one that has to do with relationships, specifically displaced relationships. Everyone has probably met a person in their life that has really changed who they are or how they understand the world around them. But there is another kind of relationship that people forge between those they don’t know personally, but with whom they feel a deep personal resonance.

While in college I happened upon each of the three people in the title of this entry (Thomas Merton, Derek Bailey, John Cage) through various ways – research, curiosity, recommendation. And I began to read (and in Mr. Bailey and Mr. Cage’s case, listen to) all that I could about these three men. I found their ideas, their music, and their attitudes towards life incredibly interesting, and each in their own way completely changed the way I thought about myself and the world I live in.

Now, I’ll digress for a moment to point out how strange it is that a person whom you’ve never met (nor ever will meet as the three people are all deceased) could change your life, your way of thinking and understanding. But it’s true – it happens.

So if you can accept the strangeness, I’d like to share with you over the course of these entries (which will appear as I write them) my interest in these three people, their ideas, and how they changed the way I think – how they caused me to shift paradigms. I hope that perhaps you’ll find some of the ideas and information I want to write about interesting, and perhaps some of these ideas may even tip you off to other ideas or people that you’d like to know more about. I’m certainly no authority on any of these people, and these entries will be as much about me as they will be about the subjects I’ll be presenting. My interest is in sharing what I’ve learned and understood with the hope that others might find it interesting, and if not, then at least they will know a little more about me and what I find intriguing. People often ask what I’m interested in, what I like, and its difficult in those situation to give any more than a superficial answer. So this is a chance for me to dig a bit deeper and share some things that have really been important to me.

Finally, I should add that it’s somewhat misleading for me to write only about three dead white men, all born within 18 years of one another, and who are all critically considered to be representative of the last cultural stages of high-modernism. However, this is part of the reason why I grouped them to write about together – they seem to fit together well in my mind.

I could just as easily write about women who I find incredibly interesting and life changing (Ursula LeGuin, Susannah Breslin, and many others) or non-American/Europeans (Mazen Kerbaj, Ibn Arabi, Haruki Murakami) or even popular figures who are much less obscure (Jimi Hendrix, Mitch Hedburg). Most of those folks are actually still alive as well (thankfully so!), and perhaps one day I will also get around to writing about them. But I’ve been meaning to write about these guys for a while, so consider this my very long introduction to the story of how Thomas Merton, Derek Bailey, and John Cage changed the way I think and how they introduced me to some ideas, people and traditions that have become very important to me since.


I like this

Adam K. writes,

Nothing points to the cultural impoverishment and flat-footed literalism of the modern era more than the decline in spurious attribution. In past eras, spurious attributions flourished, ranging from the high-flown speculations of Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite to the improbable claims underwritten by the Donation of Constantine. Indeed, one must go back even further: the Bible itself, the foundation of religious, cultural, and intellectual life for centuries, is mostly a work of spurious attribution.

Our forebears were aware of the power of a well-placed name for settling disputes and advancing important causes; their imaginative, and therefore also argumentative, resources far outstripped our own. Today, true spurious attribution lives on only in the hollowed-out form of celebrity ghost-writing, reducing a long and glorious cultural institution to simply one commercial transaction among others.

Worse than that, we have now completely reversed the process. Our characteristic practice is plagiarism — we steal someone else’s words and attach them to our name, hoping the quality of the content will gain us personal advantages. The contrast between plagiarism and spurious attribution is the measure of our decadence.

Nice argument. To which two readers respond,

I will attribute my Lacan translation to you. My belief is that Lacan would be easier to read and explain if “jouissance” were translated “fun”. Some doubt this theory.

And

This, like everything else, is the fault of the romantics.

Ok, probably not very funny if you haven’t sat through any university level humanity courses lately, but I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.

Seriously though, I think that everyone should, at sometime in their life, be forced to sit down and read some Lacan and some major works of the Romantics . In this hypothetical situation, one would then be asked about what they thought about their readings. There would only be two choices – I loved it or I hated it.

Reading European philosophy is a lot like going to the circus – it elicits strong emotions of either love or hate.


Fighting the Addiction

It’s embarrassing to admit, but I seem to have developed an addiction to browsing in bookstores in order to catalog in my mind all the items I would buy if:

  1. I didn’t have too many books already
  2. I had more money, or
  3. I had an endless amount of spare time in which to read them.

You see, part of it has to do with the canon. You know, that list of famous books that everyone silly literature geeks are supposed to read. And yes, I know that Tom Wolfe or whoever said that the canon is dead and that it doesn’t matter what you read. But you see, the bookstores conspire against us anti-canonist. They create tables and shelves devoted to all those famous novels, past and present. They stare down ominously at me as I pass by them on the way to the science-fiction or poetry sections. ‘When are you going to read me?’ the White Whale asks. ‘When are you going to finish me?’ Ulysses chimes in.

You see, unlike my musical tastes which span the entire spectrum of musical genres (from easy-listening to the avant-garde), I’m a devout populist when it comes to fiction. Sure, I like a challenging novel every now and then. I’ve read some big names: Joyce, Garcia-Marquez, Dickens, Faulkner. But I’ve read many more one off sci-fi, mystery, and general fiction novels than I have high literature.

I think to myself, ‘The important books can wait. Right now I’m just going to have a look at this …’

Part of my problem is that I spend all together too much mental energy on my non-fictions – I’m always reading up on subjects I know nothing about – it’s a constant game of catch-up. Consequently, when I’m done learning, I just want to relax with a good story. So I put off all those intimidating novels until later.

Of course, in reality, novels aren’t intimidating, bookstores don’t form coalitions against readers, and no one will really care whether or not I ever read Gravity’s Rainbow.

But that doesn’t stop me from making the lists in my mind of all those books I’ll get to one day…


mushrooms

mushrooms, white and fluffy, a little dank under the umbrellas, have been inflating out of the ground recently around baton rouge. so far, i’ve seen them on campus, at my apartment, at jon’s apartment, and in various front lawns. with the rains, and the clouds, come the mushrooms.

like a little family, they pop up in clusters, and it is tempting to decide that the tallest and fattest one of the bunch must be the paternal figure, while the little ones get to romp around in the grass. when i was a boy i loved uprooting the backyard mushrooms, sometimes by a gentle tug at the base, to preserve the structure of the curious ballooning fungus. otherwise, it was enjoyable to give them a solid sneaker kick, and watch with boyish destructive delight how the shroom would break like a watermelon hit with a cannonball, into several large chunks, which would splatter admirably around the yard.

it’s fairly easy to imagine that smurfs would want to turn these tiny trees into houses. however, mushrooms grow and die so quickly, their use as a dwelling place is somewhat futile. if they were actually depending on a mushroom’s permanency, it would put the future of the entire colony of smurfs in jeopardy. Our little blue friends are probably more like migrants. Like gypsies, travelling from forest to forest, in search of more mushrooms, until they can find a permanent shelter.

i assume, then, that they chose mushrooms because they are soft and spongey, far easier to burrow into than the abrasive bark of wood trees with their small gelatinous blue hands. poor smurfs. the mushroom is the best they can do. fleeting little villages that provide little more than a semblance of security and shelter, just waiting to be plucked out of the ground or kicked into oblivion by a snotty little boy with nothing better to do.


Tuesday Love: First Edition

A new tradition, starting today: the Tuesday Love column.

I love how when I go home to my parents house, they always load me up with a ton of food and groceries as if they believed that in BR, there isn’t a store for one hundred miles in any direction and indoor cooking appliances have yet to be invented. I love how hot and humid it is in the summer. I love that I love this while almost everyone I know hates it.

I love whoever invented the public library. I love how they never ask me to pay the fines on my overdue items.

I love that Comedy Central airs the Daily Show and the Colbert Report back-to-back in their prime time schedule. In my mind, it’s the best one two punch of comedy on TV these days, aside from my local news broadcasts, which can be funny, though usually unintentionally.

What do you love?