darn - i just missed seeing the american analog set. i had already, presumably, missed openers her space holiday. i got to the club, tt the bears in central square, stepped inside to find out the show was sold out, and back outside again just moments too late to get the attention of ruth and rebecca in the saab as they drove away.

so i took the t back to porter square, walked through the mug, a heavier reminder of the days outstanding heat than i had been prepared for with my evening change into long cords (to combat multiplex air conditioning), the familiar route to 22 forest, as i had been intending to do after the show.

oh well. rather than the show, i got to see (the reason i was late and missed hsh and perhaps it all) goldmember - which was totally hilarious and probably more objective fun than the show would have been. (better than my recollection of the first powers movie; i haven't seen the second - i spotted most of the jokes before they came, but that's part of the fun. some truly classic sequences, and i was particularly thankful for the extended reference to roger rabbit.)

of course, i could theoretically see the flick anytime (though this was a particularly good day for it, and company - we swung by to invite dan and mami too) but not so the show. well, this way i would get a chance to talk a bit more with becca (but nope, she's off to bed.) so, it's this instead.

but i'm glad. listening to the amanset anyway - i'm on your side they tell me - because i still have my backpack with a cd wallet left over from the trip to the cape, with its contents left over from the trip to new york, with this and lots of other late night gems.

oh, the trip to the cape. i'll get to that, in the days. (i'd point out now, though, that it is certainly not the yuppiest of yuppie, at least not my experience of it.) for now i think i'd just like to write about today. august 3rd. a hot hot hot day.

the foursome as it was - still no skelly sadly but completed by ruth instead - got up early (7) after a late night (2) of anagrams (except rebecca, who hates the game) to set the house (where we were guests of guests) to rights and bop back to beantown. i, anagramming still in head every sign and stray thought, had my eyes closed for most of the trip, in the back seat of the convertible, and though it may not have been sleep, it was something.

mandy collected, we gravitated toward breakfast at the flat, plenty of toast and juices mixed and "wait, wait." petar chose an earlier train which left him no time to join in the shopping (for it was to be a day of customership) save a fruitless trip to record hog (closed even though we went within the "incredible shrinking summer hours.")

so we dropped him off at the bus station, and back to harvard, a dove on. i stayed in the company (as i have, as i am) of rebex and her mostly constant companion ruth for this day too; making the most of the days (countdown to one) before the former departs for lanka. while r and r waited for the international banking tellers, i skipped around to in your ear, tempting me back after a too-brief visit a few weeks back.

a half-hour of rummaging later i emerged with just over $10-worth in five records (an early ub40 i've seen lots on vinyl; r.e.m.'s reckoning, which i've got on cassette somewhere; a tori amos 12" with some promising-looking remixes; blackout's "gotta have hope," which i only know of because of an amazon.customer who compared "red alert" or maybe "music sounds better" to it - haven't heard it yet, but $1 isn't much; and joe jacksons' intriguing 3-sided big world.) their blues and jazz sections were less helpful, also higher priced, which was too bad.

some errands: i fed the meter, dropped off photos. we got some much-needed liquid (iced chocolate and water, the latter probably more satisfying) and continued rebecca's sandalquest (earlier attempts had failed.) she found some (almost what she wanted too.)

and then: garmentdistrict. as anticipated. we plodded around through the $1-a-pound floor, but after ten minutes or so i decided it was just too hot to consider buying clothes. besides which i really don't need any more clothes. except socks (that's my birthday list, so far.) turns out they have records too. oh boy, did they have records too!

yeah, i bought some more records. so what? this batch brought my weekly total (including two $1 lps at the army-navy store in provincetown, woody herman and "classic hustle") up to $25 and change spent on 13 records, two of them double sets. and that's not bad. surely, i'll get more pleasure from these than two new cds, yes? well, this vinyl-buying is going to have its consequences, you can be sure.

briefly (and again, a disappointing jazz and blues selection, but remarkable rock): xtc's mummer; w. zevon's envoy (great cover); a collection of early nat king cole, missing its second disc; richie havens mixed bag; fine young cannibal's "she drives me crazy" single (with fun remixes), and a live lou rawls double-lp. that last turned out to be pretty scratched up, sadly (the only one i forgot to check before i bought it.) hope it still plays okay - i was most excited for that.

well, i'll discuss record shopping (and vinyl collecting) more some other time. for now, just: ruth collected us and we went for some very tasty mexican. we talked about, well, mexico actually, and the alyssa/mark/me thing, and becca rehashed her stolen chair grievances once again. and then the movie. so. probably not too phenomenal a day to read about, but it was nice to live. but damn, damn hot. i guess you know.

soo, i should be getting to bed (er, couch). i'm sick, by the way - allergies probably prompted by basementsleeping and not helped by mandydog or dustyvinyl or humidheat. yuck. signing off, for now. and the amanset record just finished.

now that we've found love
what are we gonna do
(with these?)