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Saturday, November 29th, 2008
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Friday, November 16th, 2007
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by the way i say your name i always know, and by the way, i always say your name.
one of the best lyrics. ever.
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Comments: 4 thinkers - stump me.
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Thursday, November 8th, 2007
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Wouldn't it be great if Billy Bragg released an album of songs from Disney movies? I think it would be hysterical and awesome. Just imagine.
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Comments: 1 thinker - stump me.
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Monday, October 15th, 2007
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because I can't hear the music. But I can hear the music in my head; I can hear David Bazan and Paul Simon and Efrim, all singing in harmony with their different words. But the meanings resonate the same.
They say
"to five or six innocent automobiles waiting in their nearby spots. What a cruel God we've got."
and
"Song dogs barkin' at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edge of the thunderstorm. And these old hopes and fears still at my side."
and
"When once we were some clumsy army, now we are just lazy hens. I think I'll quit to the valley until the light finds me again."
And those Stars of the Lid bastards from Austin make my head feel perfect, but I know it's not.
So I'm waiting for Chris Simpson to come and save me again. Early November. Early November.
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Comments: 2 thinkers - stump me.
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Thursday, July 26th, 2007
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has anyone ever been simultaneously both overwhelmed and underwhelmed?
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Comments: 6 thinkers - stump me.
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I slept eight hours and I'm still tired.
how high ridge i could not tell::white rainbow
anything for now::do make say think
bands with managers (live)::david bazan
the birth and death of the day::jesu
even if you're never awake::stars of the lid
before and again::akron/family
mash::j dilla
beyond the valley::valley of the giants
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Wednesday, July 18th, 2007
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18 July 2007
chinese translation::m. ward
lucky::radiohead
let down (live)::david bazan
deep red bells::neko case
i only have eyes for you::the flamingos
wet & rusty::menomena
moving pictures, silent films::great lake swimmers
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This morning I have consumed (one. two. three. four. five.) five espressos made from the tanzanian peaberry I roasted last Thursday. Heavens to Betsy. It is very, very tasty. I am becoming jittery and I don't care because they are very delicious. Fruity. With a ground aroma of anise. It smelled like licorice. It tasted like a lemon raspberry soda.
You all wish you were me this morning. Maybe. In any case, you should really try to like espresso because it's fantastic. It's so fantastic. It tastes so good. Espresso.
And single origin espresso at that. Thank you Jesus, for inventing the Frenchman who invented this and the Italians who made good machines and the Americans who are starting to go crazy about it.
And now I sound insane. Well. You would too.
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I have recently been obsessed with the following songs:
Poison Cup::M. Ward
The Last Swim of the Year::Daniel G. Harmann
Apartment Story::The National
Simple X::Andrew Bird
Highway 29::Bruce Springsteen
Dancehall Places::Mint Royale w/ Damien Jurado
Muscle 'N Flow::Menomena
Flood of Love::Zookeeper
Living Through::Wilderness
Wooly Mammoth's Absence::Mount Eerie
Thank you. That is all.
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For those dependent on the genre of music known as "sad bastard music," there has recently been a discovery of a band from Toronto known as Great lake Swimmers. All interested parties should search the now-ubiquitous MySpace for samplings thereof.
they were taking off their hats for you
they were trying to show respect for you
in the wild
i saw you in the wild
knew you in the wild
i saw you in the wild
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nothing like a ten-hour work day with no lunch break in the sweltering humidity.
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I am at work. I do not want to be at work.
It is summer. I do not want it to be summer.
My house is a mess. My mind is a mess. I've been having crazy dreams. I'm dehydrated. I am underfed. I am fixated on the Idea of Woman. I am distracted. I am disjointed because of speedy mental processes and slow opportunities for their escape. I want to drink pabst pounders with my friends and do nothing else with a clean house. I want love everywhere. I am tired, always.
I'm drinking an Ethiopian Yirgacheffe americano. This is what I want to be doing right now. Things are not quite so bad.
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Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
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I am tired. I am tired of work. I am tired of complaining. I am tired of living in the city with too much distraction. I am tired of half-assing and slumming my way through mornings and afternoons. I am tired of falling asleep on the couch at one in the morning. I am tired.
i don't want to forget
all the longing
for the good things gone bad
give me strength to raise the stair
let me keep what I have to grow
did i have the face of
a long-lost love that went down to the shore
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This is not going to mean a great deal to most people, but it will enlighten my audience as to the great possibilities of coffee.
La Prima is technically closed, although the front doors are open and there's a nice breeze coming in. I'm still roasting some coffees (Colombian Supremo Huila and our French Roast, if you're interested) and i have a couple minutes I can fill, so I decide to indulge myself with a single origin espresso. The incomparable Ethiopian Harrar (fair trade, organic, from the Oromia cooperative). So I made it. And it poured beautifully. and the crema was just...
so i drank it. and in the span of fifteen seconds, i thought the following:
::I could drink this forever
::This is almost exactly like a religious experience
::I get to do this every day
So, my coffee-curious friends, you too can have religious-type experiences on an almost-daily basis, provided you find a good supplier. Or dispensary. Or church of coffee.
So be well. All further coffee questions should be directed to me, who knows very little, but probably more than you.
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Thursday, April 19th, 2007
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I never used to think I had an anger problem. I mean I don't actually think I do. If I get upset, I just say something under my breath, yell for about five seconds (no really, just five seconds), or throw something totally unbreakable. I don't think that's a real problem. Because after any one of those outbursts, I'm pretty much fine.
The only reason i bring this up is that I have had an awful week at work. I mean, just awful. Open-skin-over-burning-acid-soaked-coals awful.
Well, probably not that awful. But more awful than any finals week in memory. And I'm not even in school anymore. It happened like this: I came to work on Monday, and everything was just fine. Normal city, population: La Prima Espresso Co. So Monday goes. Then comes Tuesday and it's just a mountain of coffee to roast. Where does this come from? Since when do we have any million-pound-a-day clients? Where was I when this was decided? And then it's staying late for three days in a row and it's coming in for a meeting at 7 am this morning and it's stressing about running out of coffee because new crop coffees are still on boats in the Mid-Atlantic...
Maybe all those boats with my coffee have a good reaon to be late. Maybe they're fighting off rabid schools of mer-people. Maybe the ghost of the Lusitania has risen, with zombie tourists swimming and climbing up the sides of the boat...
::interrupted by work and even MORE STUPID SHIT OH MY GOD LEAVE ME ALONE::
::attempts to kick empty bucket. kicks heavy wood platform under bucket. checks foot to see if there is any blood or bruising. none present. could be worse::
i mean, what happened this week? how could so many things need to get done by so few people?
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Thursday, April 12th, 2007
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will the night last forever? stay by my side. 'cause the night together would be divine. but once it's gone, your face, too high against the sun. the moon am i, on the other side. so long. good night. goodbye.
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last night i dreamt i'd forgotten my name 'cause i sold my soul.
but i woke just the same.
i'm so tired.
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will eff you up even worse, if you let them, for better or for worse.
"every man is evil, yes sir, every man a liar. unashamed with a wicked tongue sing in the black soul choir."
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will eff you up something fierce, whether you need it or not.
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It is raining and if I had my way I would drive around the city, running errands and smoking cigarettes, listening to Idaho all
day
long.
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