March 1, 2003
I just typed March. That has got to mean that this wretched bullshit winter is almost over. Or at least the end is in sight. Or maybe I can just recognize now that there is an end. I don’t know. It has to end sometime. I went for a walk with my wife before dinner. It was nice not to be completely freezing my balls off. She said, on this walk, that she wanted to relocate to the Northeast. Like New Hampshire or Maine or something. Wow. First, we won’t raise our kids Catholic under any circumstance. Second, she wants to relocate to someplace colder than Cleveland, OH. I am scared to death of what third is. I don’t want to know a third. The thought of a third sickens me. My wife. My marriage. Besides the love that is automatic, there is a lot to think about. I had my first kissing dream that involved my wife last night. She got an ingrown hair out of my neck before the walk and she yelled at me for howling from the pain. She would not take a piece of gum from my mouth while kissing on our walk. She would have nine years ago. Do I sicken her now where I did not sicken her then? I am married. I spend a lot of time with my wife. I think about these things.
I BLOGGED a while ago that I had an old friend who wrote me a letter. I asked, at the time, who writes letters anymore? I am proud to say that my friends write letters. I got another letter from an old friend today. I have the type of friends that write letters. That is very cool. I am lucky man to have such literate friends. Some would say pretentious friends. Maybe I have said pretentious friends. Maybe I am pretentious. What? Who am I kidding? I am pretentious as fuck. That should not be a mystery to anybody. I am glad to have letter writing friends and I am pretty much thrilled to have such great friends. Period. I get to hang out with Dirt who took over for my brother. I get deep with Tom Ericsson. I get to rock out with Andrej. I get to do the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show with Thea. It is in the name of the show – happy friends. I get letters from people and party with others. Man, this is about to get way too sentimental for a BLOG. I have to pull the plug. I am blessed with good friends. I will leave it at that.
posted by Thea at 9:17 PM
February 27, 2003
I was sitting on my boy Dirt’s couch after eating a delicious pork roast dinner and drinking a couple of beers. We were listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival. On vinyl. And I realized that I totally lost my way in life.
posted by Thea at 9:56 PM
February 26, 2003
I am at work. I have a couple of minutes left before I go home. The closet that I call an office is trashed. I am half way through a million different projects and none of them are going to be finished today. And I have to say whatever. There is only so much you can do in a day. Limitations. It is important that you are aware of them. I had a conversation today with a couple of the other ladies here at the office about nice slutty Catholic girls. Nice slutty Catholic girls were the inspiration for life during my youth. They are my dreams as an adult. Well, I don’t dream of nice slutty Catholic girls anymore but the thought is out there. If my nice reserved Methodist wife ever gets hit by a truck while running across I-90 in her nightgown, the new one will definitely have to be nice, slutty and Catholic. Think about it. Nice. Slutty. Catholic. That is pretty much it. This is what we talk about at work.
I have to book. I have band practice tonight and then me and my nice reserved Methodist wife are watching the Robin Williams movie “Here is Your Film” on DVD.
posted by Thea at 4:57 PM
February 25, 2003
Car (Built to Spill)
You get the car
I'll get the night off
You'll get the chance to take the world apart and figure out how it works
Don't let me know what you find out
I need a car
You need a guide
Who needs a map
If I don't die or worse
I'm gonna need a nap
At best I'll be asleep when you get back
I wanna see it when you find out what comets, stars, and moons are all about
I wanna see their faces turn to backs of heads and slowly get smaller
I wanna see it now
I want specifics on the general idea
I wanna think what I should know
Want you to do me what to show
I wanna see movies of my dreams
I wanna see movies of my dreams
I wanna see movies of my dreams
I wanna see movies of my dreams
I wanna see it when you get stoned on a cloudy breezy desert afternoon
I wanna see it untame itself and break its owner
I wanna see it now
I wanna see it now
It has to be because I just saw Joel Kaufman (ex-Revelers) a week ago, but I was listening to Built to Spill for the for first time ever today after banging on Joel all those years ago for this band being soft or weak or lame or whatever. It never bothers me to say that I was wrong. The album “There is Nothing Wrong with Love” by Built to Spill rules. The song “Car” is classic. Please read those lyrics again. Joel was right and I was wrong. That was not hard at all. I could tell you about the revelation I had about life today but I will save it. I would tell you that I almost cried today but it does not matter. I should tell you that I am going to get up and do it all over again tomorrow but you already know that. Good night, America.
posted by Thea at 9:05 PM
February 23, 2003
The best part about noticing that the roof was leaking is that it snowed again and knowing the weather is going to be wretched for at least several more months. It is not that the roof is leaking. I can live with that. It is an old house. It is falling apart. Who cares? It is not being able to do a damn thing about it. There is nothing that I can do except sit back and watch the stain on the ceiling grow. That is nice. Will the ceiling fall down because of water damage? Gee, I hope so. That would be pretty exciting. The forecast calls for several more months of freezing rain. Yippee. Hallelujah. It was Joel Kaufman (ex-Revelers) who referred to himself as an emasculated stallion. I think I know, all of these years later, what he was talking about. Fuck everything – yes, that includes you.
posted by Thea at 1:00 PM 