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Tuesday, 25 November 2003 |
im all alone. alone. alone. alone. alone. isnt it funny how words take on new meaning when you say them over and over. or more specifically how they lose their meaning and dont seem like words anymore. alone alone alone alone. its no longer a word. just a confusing grouping of letters that dont make any sense.
anyhow, chris left today for jersey for the thanksgiving holiday, so here i am all alone in our cute little apartment. i used to really enjoy being alone. back in the day of cramped dorm rooms, bustling college apartments, or even with the parental units who wouldnt leave you the hell alone. then, i craved alone time. not so much anymore. im a little freaked out by randomly having this time on my hands. and we've had this week off of work, so i literally have nowhere to be. if im smart ill use the time to go to the gym, clean, get christmas shopping done and so on and so on. today i worked on a christmas type project which really sucked up the time and put me in a pretty good mood. and the good tuesday night tv is ready for me whenever im ready for it (on the tivo). the west wing, gilmore girls, real world, rich girls and queer eye for the straight guy. but for now im gonna work a little more on my project and try to enjoy this alone time.
i should go out and get some wine. theres beer in the fridge, but it definitely feels like a wine night. not to get drunk, just to, you know, enjoy. definitely a wine night.
ive got all day tomorrow to myself, then will probably head to the parents tomorrow night or thursday morning. got turkey day festivities thursday at my aunt and uncles, probably stay with the parents thursday night, and then back home on friday for a little more alone time before chris returns saturday morning. then the whitestripes saturday night. thats a show thats been a long time coming.
just got january 2004 issue of spin in the mail. is it just me or are they like a month and a half ahead of themselves. coldplay is the band of the year according to spin. chris martin on the cover. they have their year end best of lists and stuff in this issue. looking forward to reading (and probably disagreeing with) it. thats the first step in me, myself, getting my best of end of the year list together. seeing what others say, disagreeing, and then feeling the need to set it straight with my own little composition. or something like that.
alone alone alone alone alone alone.
this post composed while listening to: random bright eyes songs i downloaded earlier today
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Monday, 24 November 2003 |
as you may or may not know, my favorite band of all time is a band called catherine wheel. or the catherine wheel, depending on what phase of their career they were in. though there was never any official breakup announcement, they havent put out any material since 2000 and probably never will again. though i got to see them live 5 or 6 times on their last tour, and once in 1997 or 8, this is not nearly enough to see one's all time favorite band in a lifetime.
so the next logical step after the breakup would be for some of the members to do solo work, especially the lead singer rob dickinson. so for the past 3 years ive been waiting and waiting and waiting. i mean, if you're a musician, thats what you do, music. i dont believe he has a day job at the tim hortons or anything. he has no family that we know of (hes rumored to be gay), so i think its safe for me to ask "rob, what the hell have you been doing for the last three years? hello?"
and finally, today, i get what seems to be at least the beginning of an answer. and let me say, its about damn time.
in my inbox today from the catherine wheel mailing list i belong to called texture:
"It's been a good couple of years since I posted to the list, but I
promise you it is something really good that brings me out of hiding.
I just had the opportunity to hear one of the demos that Rob has
been working on. I don't have too much information on it, but here's
what I've got -
There's a 1-track CDR out there, don't know the name of the song,
but I believe I caught a glimpse of the Sanctuary logo on the disc.
The song is about 4 1/2 minutes in length - very laid back, acoustic
based, reminds me a lot of "Adam and Eve"-era stuff, 'Ma Solituda'
in particular. One line repeated often is 'what can I do to make you
love me?' or something like that. There was a rather abrupt fade out
at the end, so I'm not sure if it was the full song or not, or
whether this was an unmastered demo version or final studio version
or something in between. No word on a release yet, he's still
working on the record. We got it in at the station I work for at
home which has always been a huge Wheel supporter, and the PD said
it came from Rob's management company.
That's all I've got. Unfortunately I wasn't able to get a copy for
myself, but keep your eyes and ears peeled as material is [finally]
starting to see the light of day."
this post composed while daydreaming about what the hell this new solo rob dickinson music would sound like
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Friday, 21 November 2003 |
so i check pollstar every morning with the hope that listed there will be my favorite band (or at least a band i like) coming to town to play a show and make me happy. usually about once a week something new and exciting pops up, but its been quite awhile since that has happened. its really disappointing. must be a sign that winter is upon us. i guess the super-duper-ness of the white stripes/flaming lips new years eve show in chicago will have to carry me through the slow season.
i suffer the same disappointment when i check the mail after work every day and there's nothing good for me there either. sometimes after a good mail dry spell, i even get a little excited about bills and val-pak coupons. its better than anything addressed to 'resident' or other forms of truly junky junk mail.
this post composed while watching: jeopardy re-runs
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Thursday, 20 November 2003 |
ive been a bit incapacitated over the last few days due to some sort of head cold/sinus infection. so i finally call to go to the doctor this morning(because im really not getting any better), and they cant get me in until tomorrow afternoon. which is fine i suppose, because im not dying or anything, but still, you'd think they'd be able to slip me in somewhere today. luckily, theres not a whole lot going on at work that im missing out on, and frankly, theyd rather me be as far away as possible, so as to not get them sick.
and my car, miraculously, is fine today. i went out for the first time in 2 days and drove it around just to see what the deal was with it, and it wasnt acting up at all. which is good, but i have a feeling its just going to do it again in like a week. anyone want to put make bets on when its going to break down again?
im going with 2 weeks.
this post composed while watching: last nights south park on the tivo
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Wednesday, 19 November 2003 |
there was an explosion in our backyard last night. now mind you, we live in an apartment on the 3rd floor, so it wasnt exactly our backyard, but pretty close. i was on the couch watching the west wing and had the shades on our big sliding door to the balcony open, and had the door itself cracked open. all of a sudden theres a huge explosion like noise and a bright flash of light. it was dark and raining, so i couldnt tell where it came from, but at my insistence chris continued to check it out. and sure enough, across the parking lot a transformer had blown and was on fire. we called 911, but apparently so had other people because the fire department was already almost there. we were far enough away that there was no danger, but it was close enough that it was kinda exciting.
otherwise, not much is happening. ive come down with some sort of nose/throat/ear sinus-like problem that sent me home early from work yesterday and kept me home today as well. and lucky chris, hes got it now too. we're one pathetic pair right now.
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Wednesday, 19 November 2003 |
there was an explosion in our backyard last night. now mind you, we live in an apartment on the 3rd floor, so it wasnt exactly our backyard, but pretty close. i was on the couch watching the west wing and had the shades on our big sliding door to the balcony open, and had the door itself cracked open. all of a sudden theres a huge explosion like noise and a bright flash of light. it was dark and raining, so i couldnt tell where it came from, but at my insistance chris continued to check it out. and sure enough, across the parking lot a transformer had blown and was on fire. we called 911, but apparently so had other people because the fire department was already almost there. we were far enough away that there was no danger, but it was close enough that it was kinda exciting.
otherwise, not much is happening. ive come down with some sort of nose/throat/ear sinus-like problem that sent me home early from work yesterday and kept me home today as well. and lucky chris, hes got it now too. we're one pathetic pair right now.
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Monday, 17 November 2003 |
what a big piece of crap the american music awards were last night. i didnt actually watch them because i wanted to, but we went through them at work today to archive anything worthwhile. unfortunately, there was nothing worthwhile in the whole 10 hour long ordeal. hillary duff was a complete and total embarrassment, ruben looks like hes put on another hundred pounds since winning american idol, and kid rock and pamela anderson are the nastiest two people in the universe. plus, jimmy kimmel had maybe one good joke all night long. the first 2 minutes of the outkast performance was the only thing that qualified as anything that even remotely resembled entertainment.
and to top it off, there was no alias on because of it.
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