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Stuck in my Head
"Kiss Me Harder" by Bertine Zetlitz
"Hot" by Avril
"Brain Problem Situation" by They Might Be Giants

Now Reading
Number 9 Dream by David Mitchell
Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage by Alice Munro

Recently Finished
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers
Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry
Mad Tony and Me by Carl Hoffman
Sweet Soul Music by Peter Guaralnick
This Must Be The Place: Adventures of Talking Heads in the 20th Century by David Bowman
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Movies Lately
4 Months 3 Weeks 2 Days
Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts
Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert Tour
2 Days in Paris
United 93
The Savages
The Bourne Ultimatum
Sweeney Todd
The Departed
What Would Jesus Buy?
Ghost World
I'm Not There
She's The Man
Lars and the Real Girl
Romance and Cigarettes
No Country for Old Men
Into the Wild
I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With
Across the Universe

Shows Lately
Damo Suzuki/Stinking Lizaveta @ Mill Creek
Death and the Maiden @ Curio
Devon Sproule/Carsie Blanton/Devin Greenwood/John Francis @ Tin Angel
Assassins @ The Arden
Oakley Hall and the Teeth @ Johnny Brendas
Isabella and Flamingo/Winnebago and Map Me and Gatz and Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven and Sonic Dances and Strawberry Farm and The Emperor Jones and No Dice and Hearts of Man and Principles of Uncertainty and Isabella and BATCH and Addicted to Bad Ideas: Peter Lorre's 20th Century and Car and Sports Trilogy and Explanatorium and Wandering Alice and Must Don't Whip Um and Festival of Lies and A Room of Ones Own and Recitatif @ the Philadelphia Live Arts Festival/Philly Fringe
Martha Graham Cracker and Eliot Levin and Kilo etc. @ the Fringe Cabaret
Lullatone and Teletextile @ Boulder Coffee [Rochester]
TV Sound @ the M Room
Aretha Franklin @ East Dell, Fairmount Pk.
Romeo + Juliet in Clark Park
Daft Punk @ Red Rocks
Spoon @ Rockefeller Park
Ponytail at Pony Pants' House
Mirah/Benjy Ferree @ the 1UC
Tortoise @ World Cafe Live
Hall & Oates...ish
"Nuclear Dreams" - Mascher Dance Group, x2
The Four of Us @ 1812
Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines by Rainpan whatever
Mascher Dance Group/Nathaniel Bartlett
Cornelius @ TLA
Sloan @ World Cafe
In Fluxxxx
Slavic Soul Party!/Red Heart the Ticker @ I-House
the Fantasticks @ Mum
Peter Bjork + Jorn/Fujiya + Miyagi @ fkaTLA
John Vanderslice @ Johnny Brendas
The Books & Todd Reynolds @ 1UC
Into the Woods @ LPAC
The Fishbowl @ the Frear
Caroline, or, Change @ the Arden
Low & Loney, Dear. @ 1UC

Tuesday, June 25

So so so. Where was I? The cousins party was enjoyable, a little blip of family (nucleus, londons, little-seen collegiate cousins) and just otherness. In sequence, it was nicely symmetrical, bookended by the car trip with Carla and Josh (their relationship is exactly one day younger than mine) and nights at Delia's (Japanese dinner the second), with the centerpiece of the weekend clearly being a long swim (2/3 or 3/4 of a mile?) in the gorgeous lake at Ellin's place in Pound Ridge. Bathing suits and croquet and hard lemonade and septuagenarians.

I finished Lanark and started Into the Wild, which is a rather quicker read. Makes me want to be out there again. Sri 'Laska.

Brandon (tall spiky blonde from Three Against Four) and his girlfriend Dia came by Sunday (after a grocery-shopping dog-running odyssey in the Cambridge vicinity) for movies and dinner. A lengthy discussion of which movies to see (so much is out), and finally we headed for a theatre in West Newton, where Dan and Mami saw Amelie (at our urging, since they hadn't yet), Brandon saw About a Boy, Dia and I saw The Importance of being Earnest, and the girl at the counter gave me a discount on a chocolate-dipped frozen banana. The movie was entertaining, but not fantastic; the banana was pretty good, especially when it softened up a bit. The last five minutes of Amelie, which we snuck into, are the end of a fabulous film.

Dinner was the bounty of our Bread and Circus visit in the afternoon: salmon rubbed with some cajun salt stuff (saltay!) and corn with lime and chili powder, both done up on the grill outside, and both unbelievably tasty. We sat on the front steps eating, drinking wine out of the bottle, and watching a slug that crawled up onto the first step. It played with Dia's finger for a while. We fed it a few kernels of corn, which it readily devoured with its fascinating circular maw. It had a disturbingly large cavity in its side, which tiny aphids would periodically crawl inside. It tried to eat the corn remnants off an eaten cob.

Dan went to the hospital. He has gone several times in the last days: he cut his hand open Saturday on Beaner (the dog)'s tooth, went in and got four stitches. It was getting infected, so they opened it up again Sunday night. I stayed at home and watched Office Space, which was fun but not as original or irreverant as I sort of expected (certainly not as Beavis and Butthead). But I did go to bed before he came back from the hospital at 3:00. Yeesh.

He went in again twice today (Monday): in the afternoon and then again at 11 pm. Sounds like it's now starting to improve though. Hopefully he'll be able to play JBE gig on Wednesday.

I cleaned another bucket from the Neve (12 modules, 5 knobs each) while a flurry of activity went on around the house: Benny Herson's here to work on "The African Stuff," roommate has visiting guest, production assistant Alli was around again. I listened to Hank Williams and Aphex Twin, did laundry, read my book, played around with an effects unit as instructed. Talked to Benny about music and teaching.

Then bussed over to Becca's (via a long hot walk down Mass ave.) for dinner (orts! sweet yogurt salad dressing and cheeseless pizza-ish stuff. very tasty: baked sweet potato and guacamole.) And we danced the tango by fullmoonlight on a footbridge over the river, amid a crowd of standers and dancers. Some of them very good. Mara Gotscik happened by, dogwalking. A lady gave us tango pointers. Rebecca's friend Cynthia gave us free ice cream afterward.

There was some verbal sparring with Ruth back home and on the way over here, but mostly affable, just exhausted. I'm tired these days, I think.

I wish the milkman would deliver my milk
in the morning