she aint revved till the rods are thrown

somethin in the wrinkle in your forehead tells me there's a fit bout to be thrown....

weekend need-to-do's....
movie? riiiiiiide. vacuum. wine. kale & beets at sto. eggs. oj.

drinky time.
cein watson
cein's work needs to be looked at in more detail. good stuff.

weekly standard, the perpetual adolescent

ahaaaaaaa just read buckner's blog entries. fucking hilarious. cracker seed in montana, feeling like a cockroach trapped in someone's hand in boston...

"Got up early to get my broken window replaced in Albany before leaving for Boston and an incoming storm.

And Boston...Take a map, rip it up, throw it into the air: where it lands is the street layout of a town that overturns cars whether or not their team wins or loses. Sprinkle with scraps of LL Bean khakis and blue button-ups. Played a small stage in a club steeped in folk traditionalism: i.e., loops and e-bows need not apply. Driving out of Boston, you feel like a cockroach trapped between someone’s giant hands, and every turn you make, the hands move and you’re lost again. You just wanna turn over on your shell and kick your legs up into the clammy air."

yeah the road life. need to make a list of good road movies.
here's one of my favorites













can't wait to see penn's version of into the wild


why i eyes ya.
chilly fingers.