Bring it on, baby! Seriously, though, I'm long overdue for "new" speakers. Tom can replace my stereo parts any time.

jonmc: Your mix CD is the best.

So I was in this swap-CD thing, through MetaFilter. There were six people in the group, plus one who tagged along with me. I made six CDs, got five CDs so far. Not a bad return, and I'm really enjoying the music that's come my way.
This is the playlist I put together:
"Dap Walk" - Ernie and the Top Notes, Inc. "Five Man Army" - Massive Attack "She's Unreal" - Meat Beat Manifesto "Rustic Bellyflop" - Fila Brazilia "Milk Man" - Aphex Twin "Gone to Earth" - The American Analog Set "Grumpus" - Lambchop "Follow the Light" - Dungeon Family "Dimentia 66" - My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult "Rosa Parks" - OutKast "Body Electric" - Sisters of Mercy "Little Deuce Coupe" - Beach Boys "ROYGBIV" - Boards of Canada "King of NY" - Automator, feat. Kool Keith "Just One Fix" - Ministry "B Side Wins Again" - Public Enemy "A Mother (for your mind)" - The Herbaliser "Old Salty Dog Blues" - Flatt and Scruggs
On a kind of related note, I'm checking out Public Enemy again. They really opened the door to hip-hop for me, way back in 1990; I was 12. It's very difficult to explain to people how a white kid from rural Wisconsin could connect with an urban, black, political message in the midst of Motley Crue and Metallica and Poison fans. At first, I was seduced by the music itself; to this day, I find Fear of a Black Planet to be one of the most innovative productions of the last twenty years. But I also connected with the anger and frustration towards unjust authority.
You remember being young, too, I'm guessing, and remember how unfair it could be. I don't want to lose touch with that. So I'm returning to the music it helped me discover, as a way of reconnecting with my first serious explorations in music.


I need to figure out how to play awful little ditties on my accordeon. I have a diatonic two-row. It's a pain in the ass to learn it, but I also think it's one of the prettiest instruments around. Along with my Hermes 3000, it's my favorite possession.

I think I've nailed why I haven't been writing much: I've really only been in the mood to write really bad poetry. Maybe I'll have to purge some of this to get back to what actually interests me. Maybe I'll post some god-awful sonnets or something.

Ay. I've been sleeping so little lately. It's the move, really it is.

I have to confess that this is the most difficult move I've ever done. I wasn't really well-organized for it, and so it's taking me more than a week. And I just remembered that I have to fill out my apartment damage report, detailing what's broken when we moved in. Ay.

This weekend promises to be crazy. I'm finishing up my move, Polkapocalypse is playing a gig Saturday night, Lee is working as a guest chef at Ian's Pizza Saturday afternoon, band practice Friday night, and Sunday. Sunday I'm taking Lili to meet Lee, and we'll all go to her (Lee) garden to pick vegetables. That's going to be the highlight of the weekend, is my guess.

I'm surprisingly comfortable with introducing Lili to Lee. I know they'll get along fine - Lili never met a stranger she didn't like, and l think Lee has a very kid-compatible manner - but I worry about the implications beyond that. Jamie, Lili's mom, will likely hear all about this, and I wonder what her reaction will be. In the past I've been fiercely guarded about the girlfriends Lili meets; that's to say she's met none of them.

It occurs to me that I feel so good about it because I'm healed. After more than five years, I've moved on from Jamie. We're still friends, but I'm not hurting about it anymore, and everything feels just right. This is a happy occasion.


I want a cigarette so bad. I can smell that toasty aroma, here in a prohibited environment. I've been following the adventures of ed since he quit smoking, and I've been jealous. Not that I'm a regular smoker - it's always been onesies and twosies, never more than a half a pack a day - but I recognize it's having a detrimental effect on my health. Even just charging up the stairs to the second floor has become laborious. And seeing how I'd like to start running again (I'm always wanting to start again...) it's probably a requirement that I stop having the onesies and twosies. By the way, Ed, if you're reading this, I'm really proud of you. You're making very real advances in your writing, you've quit smoking, and your blog is among the more interesting on the web (though certainly not the most frequently updated). Best wishes for the future.

This is an update to "Dispatches...". Because interrobang demands it. I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately, for a variety of reasons. This morning, sometime between 4:30 and 5, one of Waste Management's trucks stopped by the property out behind my apartment, and picked up the dumpster. I'm certain there's a law against this (there was a huge brouhaha over early pickups last time I lived downtown), but I'm too lazy to call my alderman over it. And then there's been this situation with Lee, maybe circumstance is a better choice. Or how about "new development"? There's this new development, a girlfriend. "Sir, there's been a new development." "Spit it out, Mr. Jackson!" "A girlfriend is causing late nights. I'm afraid I'm going to have to come in an hour late every morning." "It's always something, isn't it? A lame dog could be more punctual than you! Away! Away!" I also stayed up late last night, editing a video I shot yesterday, a demonstration of the continuity system. If I figure out how to stream some media out here in the wasteland, I'll put it up for ya. Robble robble.