beat.

Okay, this is kind of embarrassing but I will admit I watched most of the MTV Video Music Awards tonight. It was more like 45 minutes of show and the rest commercials. And on 3 channels. And as I watched, I had some thoughts that I would like to share now, in chronological order:

1. Lady Gaga needs to be put down.
2. Justin Bieber was clearly lip syncing. Bummer.
3. Taylor Swift's new song about Kanye was very well written. Yikes.
4. Kanye West is a lunatic.

PBR is for TOTS.

I love New York City. Just the anticipation of arriving at Penn Station and walking up and out to be greeted by street vendors, yellow cabs and the Empire State building. Nothing compares.

I don't have the words - or patience for that matter - to discuss and describe and review the last 36 or so hours of life. I couldn't really ask for anything more or anything less. Good company, good tunes, good times.

Unfortunately for that girl on the train, we'll be laughing at her expense for the next year or so.

Poor girl. Lucky us.

transitions.

I'm a jack of all trades, but a master of none.

Overwhelmed and out of shape,
who knew twenty would feel like this?

mediocrity gets you pears.

So Bristol Palin, proud mother and daughter of Sarah Palin will be featured on the upcoming season of Dancing With the Stars. Joining her will be reality tv douche "The Situation." Hah. Apparently, he's getting a cool $5 million or something like that. But after all, he is a celebrity...eh, maybe the American public needs to redefine the words "star" and "celebrity." He is less of a [real] celebrity than Kim Kardashian. I'd rather see coked-out Paris Hilton dancing on live television. I'm thinking twat-slip = ratings?


In other news, the "war" in Iraq is "over."


and I'm already working on new Carload of Thieves material, in my head at least. I've got many ideas and I'll be experimenting with new sounds and instruments.


School tomorrow. New work schedule. SIGH.

sanctions.

laying belly up on the basketball courts,
the bug parade was never ending.

we discussed war and pointed out the train's echo,
how it called out to suburbia late at night.

the pool's light illuminated the park,and these courts
surrounded by sleeping homes
(and restlessness).

what a way to end the summer.
it was truly beautiful.

i saw water.

tonight I finally bonded with [the band] Tigers Jaw. it's great when such feelings can arise from just listening to a certain band, randomly, on a certain random night. it's a greater feeling to know that doing such a thing as "bonding" with a band is possible, and really quite frankly, awesome when it happens.

it's aurally pleasing as well as mind-easing.

quiet.