Autostitch.

Inspired by this kid to say something short and sweet and worthwhile and to offer something outside of what I normally offer . . . I like this App for my iPhone.

Rainy Monday.

I’ve always wanted to be the kind of guy that could wear v-neck t-shirts. There are two things that are held against me in my aspirations. I have a slightly hairy chest and a slightly protruding gut. Neither of which would be considered extreme or repulsive. In fact I am routinely told that my little beer belly is cute and endearing. I like to think so as well. I feel it makes me human. The hair on the other hand I could live without. My father has a hairy chest. A thick beard. Hairy arms and legs. Sometimes it makes me want to gag if I think about hairiness for to long.

It has now rained 8 days in a row.

I sit at the edge of my garage listening to indie bands from the 90s. Downloading music illegally. And reading Ethan Hawke. I have a baby monitor on a lanyard around my neck. Every time there is lightning and thunder the monitor cracks and I fear it is going to wake my son.

I am not sure what about today’s circumstances have stirred this insatiable desire to be a v-neck t-shirt wearer. But the desire is there nonetheless. I imagine what I would look like in a pair of blue jeans and a white v-neck shirt. Would it make me feel cooler? Would it give my style a better context in which to grow a mustache, which I have always longed to do as well?

Why the fuck has no one ever told me about Neutral Milk Hotel.

I’ve never been the kind of person that can concentrate very well for long periods of time. And while it’s cliche for my generation to pass it off on being A.D.D. I refuse to wear a made up epidemic on my sleeve like a badge of honor. It is not a poison to me. I just can’t concentrate to save my life.

What started as an excuse to sit outside on a rainy afternoon and read a book now has devolved into me looking for any and all opportunities to do anything else.

I push the baby monitor to my ear. Straining for a reason to go inside and wake Dylan from his nap. I incessantly check Transmission to see how much longer I have on my Liz Phair and Ryan Adam’s & The Cardinals backed Willie Nelson downloads.

Thirty-seven minutes on the former and eighteen on the latter.

No matter how much I distract myself I still find myself consumed with the thoughts of v-necks. Three years ago on a whim I bought a pack full of v-necks convincing myself that I would wear them every day. That they would be my new standard. Lo and behold I now use them as “pajama shirts”. How fucking uncool is that? The only way I can wear v-necks is as pajamas. Who the fuck even has a dedicated shirt that would classify itself as a “pajama shirt”.

The rain continues to come down. It comes down hard. The houses across the street are on a hill. Not a a steep one. But there is a definite incline. The rain rushes down between two of the houses. Dirt and mud washes into the street. The water cloudy with sediment. The air is damp. And although it’s cool in the air, my skin is sticky from the moisture in the air.

I move back a couple of feet from the edge of the garage. My laptop and book are now sprinkled with rain that continues to splash off the ground. My feet are cold and wet. I heard two people died yesterday from the flooding. Perhaps my feet being inconvenienced should not be such a big deal to me after all.

I’m going to read some more.

WTF?.

As many friends as I have who are into music . . . how come no one has ever told me about Bonnie “Prince” Billy/Will Oldham/Palace Brothers/Palace Songs/Palace Music, aka the same dude just different monkier?

Dude just changed my life.

Richie Tenenbaum Is My Hero.

I’ve been watching Wes Anderson films all week so it’s only fitting that James dropped some goodness on me today. In that vein, I decided I wanted to create some wallpaper for my iPhone and laptop featuring the one and only Richie Tenenbaum aka the Baumer. Not very creative, but enjoy it nonetheless.

The Pixies.

I was watching a Weezer documentary (on Paladia which is a surprisingly decent channel) tonight that Anna so graciously recorded for me. And I forgot just how good and influential The Pixies were. Everybody is probably familiar with Where Is My Mind. But as a whole I’m not sure I can even grasp how ahead of their time they were.

When Top 40 radio in 1988 was playing George Michael, INXS, UB40, and Tiffany . . . these guys were making music 20 years ahead of their time. This sounds as good and fresh today as it did then. Name another band that 20 years later still can claim that their music sounds new and not worn.

Plus a little secret/confession of mine. I used to have a mad crush on the Deal sisters from their days in The Breeders.