"Salvation is when you are saved.
Obviously I don't know the first thing about salvation."
-the twilight singers.
start, programs, accessories, notepad.
Just going off on a tangent--
My foot is the color of a squashed grape.
Clichèd brush-with-death-bringing-on-various-forms-of-introspection-and-appreciation moment:
stolen from another blog:
Jake, on his weblog Stray Bulletins (click lying media bastards to the left), discovered this info, from the Chicago Sun-Times:
I'd just like to say that Caltrans plus the plethora of really stupid people on the freeway equals a situation maddening enough, enraging enough, blood-boiling enough, to make the Dalai Lama murderous.
Fans of the free exchange of culture, ideas, opinions, news, etc. over the Internet take warning. This is what you are up against.
Sometimes you interact with complete strangers and it has the feel of a drive-by-shooting with mistaken identities--it wasn't your fault, but for whatever reason someone you don't know at all has suddenly shot you in the gut and streaked off, leaving you wanting to crumple up on the sidewalk.
Los Angeles, possibly, can trick you into thinking everything is a scenario, everything is a narrative, everything is an anecdote, a story to be told.
In case you were wondering if you're just a misanthrope, let me relieve your anxiety--
The Anti-Martha Tip for the Week:
the overhaul is on NOW. visit killradio to listen.
coolest things to listen to right now:
It's 12:10 a.m. and I'm at work; having finished what I had come to do, I was checking my email and this site.
Few single words are more satisfying than Greg Dulli's "Steady," in the beginning of Faded, the final track off of Black Love. The Afghan Whigs kick fucking ass. Whoo.
new content on the other site. Woo wee.
The overhaul goes on the netwaves tonight at 11pm, pst, on http://www.killradio.org.
got a nervous kind of feeling