January 2012
2 posts
lajardine:
My problem has always been that I love too many things at once, that I love too many people at once. I have always loved and wanted more than one thing. Why must that be such a bad thing?
It’s not.
This Blog is Still a Thing
I said that as much to persuade myself as much as I said it to convince you. Actually, I didn’t say it to convince you at all. I’m pretty sure I said it entirely for my own affirmation. This blog is, indeed, still a thing. Even though my other blog has really become my blog, I suppose this one’s a little different. I can say things on this one that I can’t say on the other...
December 2011
2 posts
Facebook Timeline
Is insane. I just looked through 2005, 2006 and 2007 and I can hardly breathe. It is… absolutely staggering, how different my life was, and in a few ways how similar it was. First of all, it’s delightful to see comments from the people you’re still close with. You can go back and view the depth of your current friendships anytime you want, it’s really charming. You can also...
November 2011
1 post
Haven't Been this Pissed off in Ages.
Case A
What was said: “Whatever, I don’t censor myself.”
What my response should have been: “Cool. That doesn’t mean I have to put up with it.”
Case B
What was said: “Sup starvation!”
What my response should have been: ”You’re a fucking awful human being and the fact that you have a single friend on this planet is mind...
October 2011
2 posts
Of course
I can’t sleep when I want to. I have to be up for work in four hours. Weh. I’m feeling very musically creative at the moment and I can do absolutely nothing about it. I think that’s what’s keeping me awake.
All I Wanted
was to get home, collapse into my wooden plank of a bed and sleep. Now it’s absurdly difficult. The lights were off for about five minutes, there was a glimmer of hope as my mind was fading into a wild stream of consciousness. Then I abruptly snapped out of it and thought “Ugh. Come on.”
So, a few thoughts. And maybe by the end of them, I’ll be ready to wrap myself up like...
September 2011
5 posts
This weekend
I get to actually do things. This is awesome.
When you get home from work at this hour,
You want to be comforted by something. Something that can let you know the world is still awake somewhere, that someone else is breathing while not sleeping. In this case, it was an infomercial about free catheter disposal.
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Hey, Chris,
For a gentleman who’s still very much alive, you think an awful lot about death, don’t you?
You’re right, I certainly do. I always have, really. And if it hasn’t been death, it’s been something else, something one would put a few pegs beneath it, something that would make you want to die if you were not already dead. It’s true, though, I think about it a lot....
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August 2011
7 posts
2 tags
Sleep? What?
Nah, reading about yeast strains and the by-products they make during protein synthesis is my jam right now. Don’t stop me.
Tonight at work
I said “God damnit, get Cincinnati on the phone.”
Easily one of the highlights of my life.
July 2011
4 posts
I Wanted to
Write a little something about a song-writing duo (trio, kind of) that I’ve been a part of now for almost five years, called Mack Flinn & The Whosis Kid (http://mackflinnwhosiskid.bandcamp.com/).
The origin of Mack Flinn and the Whosis Kid goes back to 2007, when my bestest bud Scotches was studying abroad in Scotland. Having already written one song together for a band called...
Wow.
Livejournal (and friends’ livejournals) is like a wonderland of lost, inconsequential memories that do nothing but make you smile.
Paul McCartney
Where do I even begin about last night?
The entire process was very sudden. I was sitting in Edison Family Restaurant with my family when my sister invited my mother and me to see Paul McCartney, in the seventh row. She started crying on the spot, and I was in utter disbelief.
I had to talk myself into believing that this was actually happening. And it was, by far, the greatest performance I...
There is something cool
About being awake when everyone is sleeping, after having just worked an eight-hour shift. I feel like Batman.
June 2011
7 posts
For two years, I was anorexic.
As if my last post didn’t evidence that enough. But there. It’s been said. I stood with the cursor over the “create post” button for about five minutes, but fuck it. It’s something I’m not ashamed of anymore, and I no longer need to disguise it with unclear essays on my Tumblr. I said it. It’s done. I’m moving on.
I woke up
yesterday feeling extremely fragile after what I had written. But then I looked at my phone to see loving words from the love of my life, and logged into Tumblr to see comforting, sweet words from an old friend. It made my day infinitely better, and suddenly I felt proud of every word and thought I had shared. I’ve always believed that I can do anything, but I believe that only because of...
It was
A disease. It is a disease.
You stand in front of a mirror as the texture changes. The changes are so unbelievably subtle and delicate that it is entirely inconceivable for anyone else to notice them, but you. Nonexistent layers of skin are suddenly folding on top of one another, like a transform fault, lifting the Earth above it. The plates shift and slip, only the result is different on the...
It's amazing
How less tight my shoulders are ever since I got a job.
Last night
Is why I play and love music.
The Death Cab Show
The songs they played last night (in no order, except the first and last songs):
1) Bend to Squares
2) Photobooth
3) Long Division
4) Cath
5) Grapevine Fires
6) A Movie Script Ending
7) Why You’d Want to Live Here
8) Syrofoam Plates
9) Soul Meets Body
10) I Will Follow you into the Dark
11) Crooked Teeth
12) The New Year
13) Title & Registration
14) Meet me on the Equinox
...
May 2011
9 posts
It always returns
To simplicity. If you think too much about what you’re attempting to do and strive to contextualize every action and thought, the system inevitably compounds unto itself. What you believe to be so grand and important is quickly reduced to a fragile network of fragments, linked together by the weakest of bonds.
I can’t let anything act as an obstruction to the most important outlet I...
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I Need to Write More
I’ve felt creatively handcuffed for a while. Maybe it’s because the fourth Mack Flinn & The Whosis Kid album has been delayed a long while because of some tough, understandable circumstances, or because we’re still in the process of getting Caffrey off the ground. Whatever the reason, song writing has been a little stagnant lately. Mack Flinn ideas are floating about, but I...
Anxious as fuck
Have you ever
Sat down in front of your computer, with an empty textbox suggestively glaring in your direction, occasionally bending its neck slightly backward, rolling its eyes and then quickly bringing its attention to a watch that is knocking seconds down like dominoes as you hopelessly fumble with what you’re trying to convey. You know you have something to share, but the manner in which you’re...
April 2011
19 posts
Red Mango
I really, really want it right now. But I might opt for some Chobani or Fage.
Drinking
An oatmeal stout, a barleywine and a hoppy pilsner has led me here at approximately 4:16 AM.
Things:
A week from Sunday, I will be playing Bamboozle. At this juncture I still haven’t adequately grasped what that really entails. One of my favorite musical memories is my peformance at the Starland Ballroom, just weeks before I packed a rented van and moved my life to Columbus, Ohio. Yes,...
It was 80 degrees in my house around 3:00 am. SHIT’S GON’ CHANGE.