secret comics

lame, lame, lame. the homestar runner halloween toon is still not up yet... that's at 19:30 cst halloween night. of course i'll still watch it if it's late, but it won't be the same. wah. check out some old ones in the meantime. i suppose i will be watching it's the great pumpin, charlie brown, seeing no trick-or-treaters because i live in a creepy poorly-lit apartment building, and getting far too emotionally involved in the respective performances of todd heap and hines ward. also, i requested a bialy rather than a bagel this morning and no one noticed. good for them. i shouldn't follow proper baked goods protocol for any reason other that it being the right thing to do.

untitled poem

o bakery woman--
ok, i get it.  there is
totally a difference between a bagel
and a bialy.

this entry in part inspired by c.w.a, for having the guts to recently post a "twas the night before christmas"-type epic... about law school.  with rhyming.  truly, an artist unafraid to explore socially unacceptable themes in ways that make his readers kind of uncomfortable.  bold!

play a game, whydoncha?  's fun, really.

also, get yerself an acronym.  or be nice and make one for someone else.

do i deserve this?

Sort me!

sorry kids, don't have much to say...  i'll work in it.

we live as we dream, alone

it's brilliant, really.  a brilliant idea.  if you're a brilliant (that's three) band re-forming the original line-up from those heady days of the late 70's/early 80's and looking to go about it in a non-terrible and/or straight money-grab way (a la the filthy lucre tour), do what gang of four has done.

first, put out a new album.  here, return the gift.  re-record the great songs from your first two albums, with the original line-up.  meaning you record the original line-up's songs with the original line-up, reformed.  these "new" songs will be very, very good.  not the same as the originals.  a progression.  a certain added depth will be noticeable.  you leave your original legacy distinct, thus unsullied.  you're not trying to duplicate, but reinterpret.  a thelonious monk-esque approach, i think.  except for the original line-up thing, but you get the idea.

second, tour with the original line-up.  that's in austin, tonight!  i am very excited.  plus, it's an early show so one can get a decent night's sleep on a week night.  tomorrow is dallas, at the gypsy tea room.

where can you get a cuban sandwich in the sleepy little hamlet of austin, texas?  anyone?  anyone?  here, maybe -- but does this place even exist anymore?  and does it do me any good, it being at 53rd and airport and me being at caesar chavez at trinity?  no.  so where else?  anyone?

also, happy thanksgiving, canada!  enjoy yourselves.  have a fun day.  you deserve it.

talked to my dear friend nik today, which made an otherwise middling afternoon pretty great.  over the course of the conversation he hepped me to old friend ken's new label, the numero group.  which i have just hepped you to.  looks like they have some cool old soul comps from columbus, oh and chicago and yellow pills: prefill, a great comp of late '70s/early '80s powerpop singles.

nik used to live in philly.  bryn mawr, actually, but close enough.  i met ken (nik's then-roommate) at a vegan chinese restaurant the first night of one of the funnest trips i've ever taken.  old friend lacey and i went up to see the wedding present play philly on the u.s. leg of the saturnalia tour that ignored texas -- of course, they ended up coming to texas that spring but that's a story for another day.

i discovered tastykake mini glazed donuts, learned the joys of the wawa, got lost driving nik's car all over philly including through some fucking terrible neighborhoods, visited the liberty bell (forcing nik and lacey to go with), had beer and fried rice in chinatown -- spent an inordinate amount of time in chinatown, actually, buying knicknacks and gifts for friends in texas, mainly because i knew how to drive to chinatown from nik's place, and even almost got everyone to go to a phillies game.

not only was that trip awesome, but every subsequent trip to philly (exactly one) has been equally as great.  so three cheers for the city of brotherly love, and three jeers for spending another thursday running out the clock until i can get the fuck out of here.

purely hypothetically:

do you ever look out the window and almost implode thinking about the entire world going on around you -- meaning all the contemporaneous time/space continuum intersections that everyone else is experiencing -- while you're stuck away entirely distinct (or separate, whatever) from them, sitting in a little box stationed inside of a bigger box?

interesting, more balanced follow up to lookout! things i wrote about a while back. at some point.