and the beat goes on!

i get to see my best friend in the whole wide crazy expansive scary world today!!!!!










hot shit!

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS

it's fall now, and everyone's still in love [ok, mostly, meh..]. now everyone's going places. i'm going tomorrow to a hotel in downer's grove, il to hang out with my ultra-main-squeeze partner-in-crime jeanne. my parents are going this weekend to move my sister in in nyc. angela's off to chicago and elsewhere for the weekend. tan! leave for tour friday. terry's leaving for eight days to visit his mother in nc. too many goodbyes and trips to the airport. waaaa. i'm upset to think that i don't know when i'll see jeanne again after this. and when terry comes back, we will do all the fall things.

nuzzle up

forever 21, h&m, estate sale, chicken noodle soup...it's like i'm trying to cram all my favorite things into 24 hours. maybe i'm gonna die tomorrow. change in seasons such as this has been, so so stark, always lends itself to big shopping yearning. big-time. it feels always like i only own about three sweaters, so that situation perpetually must be rectified. it was so cold last night, only 48 degrees [ok, comparatively!]. it's so cold it seems like two little sausages don't help each other get warmed up at all and rather steal heat from each other instead. terry gets so cold and so affected by the cold, i.e., shivering!, and there's something so endearing about it. he constantly switching between being a little pig in a blanket, a nun, a ghost, a bump under the covers. all wrapped up under that silly deer blanket, this morning he even fretted in his half-slumber whether or not the deer was upside-down. laugh.

the weekend's big. i bought fighting cock [103 proof! oh shit!] whiskey for terry for the housewarming party, and saturday is the thunderbirds are now! record release show at the magic stick. big weekend socialization. and tonight, i'm going to roast garlic for the first time. wow way exciting.

and what's your name? like i'm in the way.

it's only been cold for a day, and i already want summertime back. err, rather, it's only been cold for half a day, and i already want summertime back. perhaps i romanticized gadica's "cuddle alert," as my bed partner was shivering this morning, and my feet never left the ice-cube/too-cold-to-warm-up-on-terry-because-he'll-start-yelling stage. it's far too soon for my fingers to be so cold that it impedes my typing/working efficacy. i'm not ready for this. perhaps we need to hit up the cider mill, hit that shit up SOON. perhaps donuts and hot cider will make this worthwhile. because donuts make most laborious things in life worthwhile. usually. it's fall now, and it's cold already, and all the trees in my view out the six windows i have a view out of are still green except one a few backyards away that's 90% red and 10% some shade of translucent light green. it's a soft jewel tone already, and it's only mid-september. it's like a some kind of flawed ruby, almost like the kind i invision set in my cheap antique wedding ring someday. trees like that remind me of almost two years ago, driving through hines park over and over again, gawking and gasping and shuddering and awe-ing at life. the trees resembled jewels more than any other time i can remember, and every song was eons more affecting than during past listens. it was as if the ropes attached to hearts had quadrupled.

bound stems' full-length appreciation night finally comes out today on flameshovel. you can pick it up at insound [use coupon code bstems15 for 15% off your entire order through the end of october].

my two favorite jams off the record:
---------------> andover
---------------> wake up, ma and pa are gone


woke up very early to finish the mountain of work i had yesterday. it may have been the most i've ever had in one day, or if not, definitely in the top three. went to terry's job for lunch, went to the resale shop and thrift store. i scored a pair of naturalizer heels that have both black and navy in them. how versatile! the apartment is slowly becoming neater and neater in my boredom lately, but laundry never ceases to resemble perpetual-dream-cruise proportions. no one really likes the cuckoo clock, and it loses about a minute every hour. so it definitely requires some level of care. like a baby step toward having a pet. or something. i feel most of the time, like times like now staring out the window at the clouds sailing by and the leaves blowing strongly in the wind, like i'm just wasting time. i need to get another job. it has been strikingly apparent for quite some time now. this entry is beginning to resemble something out of livejournal, and that's a problem. i gotta go.

past, present and future:
wheat -> don't i hold you

fits of favoritism

so angela and ryan bought a house and instead of lighting chest hair on fire, jumping off the counter is apparently the new thing to do. i left early because i'm boring, but i'll definitely be participating in JUMPS this weekend.


terry's usually the base. his stance is always part taking-a-poop/part don't!-splash-me-with-water-in-the-lake!.










very serious about being the base.


lindsay gets ready. she surely went first because she weighs as much as a feather.


success!










amanda's boob landed right in terry's hand. oops!


angela looks nervous.


yes!


counter gangster.


the dudes are really bracing themselves.






megan's scared!


ya know, hot sauce shots.


absolute seizures of laughter.

throw from your window your record collection

hit up some good estate sales today with my mom. fruit/vegetable stand, the new westborn [ooo!]. i'm making a roast tonight for terry and i, for the very first time. i'm deadset on redeeming myself after the burnt pork chop incident the other night. tonight is couples get-together. can i call it that? how totally, totally corny. talking about making a roast and couples get-togethers. jesus christ. are we boring or are we normal? laying on the couch watching cops with terry [or listening to him laugh and laugh and laugh at america's funniest home videos for sure] is just about all i need for happiness lately. tomorrow we're volunteering with his job for aids walk in royal oak. passing out waters together to walkers...something about that feels so high school. maybe that's not exactly it. it's something. life is changing, become more seasoned. oh yeah, the seasons...they're changing too. chuck gadica put a "cuddle alert" in effect for all of next week. woo! ha.


a real, genuine cuckoo clock made in germany. it even works.


you have to pull down the weights every day to keep it working. i wonder if the ticking and the "cuckoo-ing" every half an hour will get on anyone's nerves.


look at those babies. they're my absolute new favorite.


i always feel kinda bad for woodland creatures with permanent dirt marks on their forehead.


planter that is the sibling planter of the blue one [pictured below] i picked up at the royal oak garage sale.






i don't think i ever posted pictures of trick dog, the cast iron bank. you put a coin in the dog's mouth, push down a lever on the right and the dog whap! flies through the hoop and places the coin in the barrel.


it's so heavy and the movement so fast that it's quite dangerous.

goldilocks and the three bears: a modern porno tale

i had a dream last night terrorists took over the woodward area north of 696 and south of about 13 mile. i was held at gunpoint three times but was never shot. i wasn't even killed when i lied, pleading to the man [one of whom women in the dream were fumbling, trying to seduce: rouge on their apples, hair fixed up nice, necklines hastened down to plummeting; we were at some point careened in an arby's, and they were repeating endlessly how gorgeous he was with his long hair and full beard; it was as if they were in a trance] that i was italian and not american [and not greek?]. it was at this point that i was nearly killed, as i failed to answer as a true italian some question about "the five beauties" [?!], as i could recall not even one.

is poverty all we think about lately? yet, we are happy in spite of so busily still chasing deals. last night was pork chops day two: fried. i burned them, and smoke quickly filled the house, setting off the alarm. terry salvaged the chops, but we still overdosed on bacon grease. i baked the chops to perfection the other night and should perhaps stick with that in the future.

it's noon friday, and it's far past the time i should be sitting here, still sipping on coffee. the terrorist dream kept me in bed past eleven. i would have preferred the men had never came and the dream remained as it was in the beginning when i was helping a friend sweetly arrange and package cupcakes and other baked goodies he had made for his lover.

motivated mostly/only by guilt of barely not writing for months, here's some pictures from the touch and go festival in chicago last weekend. they're not amazing, but they're something to look at. i like them.


early evening friday; it was nice to have a view of the skyline from the hideout




we were into the lighting friday evening, and photo happy


a video store on belmont with only old sports and wrestling videos


scratch acid saturday night; note the sea of dudes and fists [!]


three mile pilot sunday afternoon; we missed half their set because they started early [wtf]


seam

i have weird memories of you

lately has been great. it feels like all we do is worry about money and listen to the national. always searching for a deal and listening hard for the most touching lyrics. getting the timing just right to hit up holiday market's clearance rack and score a 2$ chicken; reciting, "i've got your dreams and your teeth marks." it's the end of the summer, and i've barely listened to archer prewitt. i think i've barely felt melancholy. i can't wait to see snow with terry kind of in the way you excitedly anticipate the first snow for a native floridian. or someone's first rollercoaster ride. lately's been lots of bbqs, the state fair, a campfire in the backyard on labor day [complete with ensuing nasty anonymous letter from the neighbors... ooooooooo scarrrry], lots of movies complete with the stark dichotomy between seeing movies in birmingham versus universal mall [also, my super ex-girlfriend is nearly abhorrent], new books, new knitting projects [the weather change'll totally do that to you, the urge hits like a ton of bricks], the thrill of sleeping under blankets together again, so close, like two little sausages. last night we drove 13 mile deep into the east side until we hit the water. drove down jefferson a bit and got out to have a moment at a park [more like a lookout] tucked between houses at the water's edge. approaching the water, the full moon reflected an abundance of white light onto the water. approaching, it was so romantic. terry even said, "this looks like france." approaching and looking down the coast toward the lights of the city, i said, "this looks like athens." nice. and then we smelled. the POOP. poop. the undeniable smell of poop, neither combined with nor absent of any other smell. just POOP. terry joked around per usual, pinning me against the fence to continue [er, endure] the romantic moment while i gagged and coughed and karate-chopped his arm. then we got the fuck out of there. what the hell? i'm from fucking downriver, and the water doesn't even smell like that down there.

so everyone's in love, and everyone's moving. angela and ryan are leaving from living right above us to living just a block away. i haven't quite emotionally digested [er, approached] this change. but i wish them of course good luck and happiness. and i will miss them of course. but i will just walk down the street and hang out with them, it will be great! my sister is beginning her externship working [for free!] under the top pastry chef in the country right now at the very fancy jean-georges in manhattan. what an opportunity. sometimes there is nearly a dearth of words for it. yesterday she officially secured her living situation for the duration [until february], which is only two blocks away, right at the top of the park. 59th and 5th ave, right next to the plaza hotel. take a look:

she'll be living in the building directly to the right of the hotel, in that little building mostly shrouded by the trees in this photo. so crazy! life is nuts, so absolutely nuts sometimes. i'm so-SO excited and proud of her. there's nearly a dearth of words for that too.

and chicago again this weekend for touch and go. i doubt kevin will tolerate listening to the national nonstop there and back. what am i gonna do?