Feeling Quite Like

A thugish ruggish bone today. Could be because it's nearly the first of the month.

Some Old Ideas and Morals

First, the ideas.

1. You should start a blog so I have something to read. Don't you worry about me?
2. Three faucets standard: hot, cold, beer. (So National Lampoon!)

Now, on to the morals.


Here's this very scientific test that someone found on the Internet. Moral Politics Test. You can take the long or the short version. I scored pretty idealistically, as in Socialist with Extreme Socialist leanings.

Ever since finding this out I've been launched into the kind of despair that Kierkegaard wrote about (kidding, I've never read Kierkegaard, but I was an English major, so I, like, gleaned things). I have these moral leanings, but I act in ways that aren't quite in step those thoughts. And, dammit, that makes me sad for myself, for my own natural contradiction. Dichotomies are natural.


Seems most people think as idealistically as I do, too. And most conservatives don't take the moral matrix Internet quiz. These are the overall results:



How do you score?

Deja Vu

Deja Vu
Deja Vu
Deja Vu
Deja Vu

Music Is Frustrating

I have a broken iPod. iPardon me, but this thing keeps skipping. If I ask it to play a song it might. It's problem befuddled the Apple people and I wasn't about to stick around on a sunny day to elbow in at the Genius bar. It remains an expense make-up mirror. I have a feeling that I'll be getting a new iPod than repairing this one, since it costs the same.

How it even broke is mysterious.

At home the blown speakers (one blown, the other cone eaten by a certain dog) are in the hospital. Should they have just been shot and replaced with a new pair?

I know how the speakers were blown.

Now the white brother of my iPod is rigged up to the Tivoli radio. (Note: This is a very good piece of equipment. It rivals any tabletop radio I've ever heard.) I am afraid the speaker's driver will give way because I need to crank it sometimes.


In the car, the CD player is on the fritz. It was rejecting all but on M83 CD. And now it is rejecting that one. Radio is bad everywhere but I really hate it.

One day it just ceased.

The only place I can listen to music right now is where it is the most distracting. At work. A few weeks ago I got some new cans. Now everything sounds terrific: Warren Olney, the iTunes.

Music Is Frustrating

I have a broken iPod. iPardon me, but this thing keeps skipping. If I ask it to play a song it might. It's problem befuddled the Apple people and I wasn't about to stick around on a sunny day to elbow in at the Genius bar. It remains an expense make-up mirror. I have a feeling that I'll be getting a new iPod than repairing this one, since it costs the same.

How it even broke is mysterious.

At home the blown speakers (one blown, the other cone eaten by a certain dog) are in the hospital. Should they have just been shot and replaced with a new pair?

I know how the speakers were blown.

Now the white brother of my iPod is rigged up to the Tivoli radio. (Note: This is a very good piece of equipment. It rivals any tabletop radio I've ever heard.) I am afraid the speaker's driver will give way because I need to crank it sometimes.


In the car, the CD player is on the fritz. It was rejecting all but on M83 CD. And now it is rejecting that one. Radio is bad everywhere but I really hate it.

One day it just ceased.

The only place I can listen to music right now is where it is the most distracting. At work. A few weeks ago I got some new cans. Now everything sounds terrific: Warren Olney, the iTunes.

Thanks In Advance

In advance of what?

The Past

Once I was the only person I knew who liked Dinosaur Jr. People laughed!

And, as a youth I never got into Pavement.

How Many E-mails?

Or rather, how many e-mail addresses? I have six. But I won't divulge them here.

I check them all (except for two) very infrequently, and when I do there' s always something that I left behind. Some blogger webstats, something from John Kerry, something from a long ago missed friend. It's a dead letter office. All messages sanitized of their urgency, unlike all their other digital brothers. They're just sitting and waiting until I remember to check that e-mail address I used to complete the survey that gave me free long distance.

Likewise is the dead blog. I'm not checking these anymore, they are dead. Dead before they began. Aborted, even.

• The B.Y.E.
• Bozomeat!

He Says Things, But He's Wrong

It is actually I who am THE DECIDER. And, it is me (along with Hill) who makes the decisions. See:

Short Long Weekend in Florida Recap

I was in Florida for my cousin's wedding. Here's what the pool looked like after a team (me included) of people blew up a million balloons under the sweltering sun:

I had a really good time and got to see a lot of my family.

My dad likes to tell stories.

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I even got to meet my cousin's kid, the Littlest Lobbyist. Does that make me his second cousin? Either way, he's a darling and will probably be president one day:

This Is a Good Album!

What a Way to Die!

Of water poisoning.