Fink.

might be a most excellent cruising song:

Fink – This is The Thing.

gulf of mexico.

yes, i do live in houston now.  yes, hurricane ike blew through it like nobody’s business.  i escaped to sunny CA for the week.  my house, unfortunately, could not…  thought you guys might find this amusing:

my roof leaked a little so they came and took away the sheetrock and drywall…other than this and a few broken windows, i didn’t really sustain any damage so all is well!

sorry for the disappearance lately…

wooo…#12

Did I call it or did I call it? (See: the new aaron rodgers era.)

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inevitable collisions.

It’s a realization I’ve long had, but I don’t think I’ve truly appreciated it for what it was until tonight.  And I still don’t think I’ve got it fully integrated into the person that I am.  It will be a slow, ongoing, and perhaps agonizing process.  Old habits are, after all, hard to break.

I have long waged a war against my own anticipations and expectations.  And it’s taken me years to discover exactly what it was that I was fighting against.  I believe the majority of my disappointments stem from unfulfilled expectations, many of which were made subconsciously.  Maybe I daydream too much for my own good, who knows, though I know I can’t let logic and rationale dictate me any more than it already does.  All things in moderation.  I don’t advocate always expecting the worst – I’ve thought about anticipating only the baseline so that everything else becomes a happy surprise, but that’s viewing life as if it were always a trick of the light.  Besides, would I ever be motivated if I only expected the bare minimum?  Surely I trust myself more than that.

I believe that everything I know as of right now, this very moment, is nothing I could’ve ever anticipated.  Nothing I could’ve ever dreamed up – yet it is so much more than I could ever want.  I make the decisions but I can’t direct where it will lead me.  And when I look back, the footprints have already eroded, no use in deciphering the path that brought me here.  Each step was a misdirection in its own way.  Perhaps I should trust that if I just let go, it can only get better, sooner than later.

I think too much and sit too still to the ticking of my own clock…

Klaxons.

Klaxons – Gravity’s Rainbow

Went on a music hunting binge today – got this lovely mmm Bloc Party meets TV on the Radio from Chris N.

He described their other song, Golden Skans, in vivid visual detail… I’m more partial to Gravity’s Rainbow but that might be my underlying inclination for all things Pynchon manifesting itself in music.

recovery. 2?

EPIC weekend.

That’s pretty much all I have to say.