Cratering

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Cratering

a half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk
do-over:

inothernews:

Directly from the AP Stylebook.
NOW STOP SAYING “AN HISTORIC” FER CHRISSAKES.

The best explanation I’ve heard.

This is so, so important.
And we need to have another talk soon about saying “I feel badly.” No, you don’t—not unless something is terribly wrong with your nervous system.

do-over:

inothernews:

Directly from the AP Stylebook.

NOW STOP SAYING “AN HISTORIC” FER CHRISSAKES.

The best explanation I’ve heard.

This is so, so important.

And we need to have another talk soon about saying “I feel badly.” No, you don’t—not unless something is terribly wrong with your nervous system.

Sub-8:00 miles for a 5k; goal #2 accomplished.

Newbie learnings for fall running:

gloves, you idiot.
pee before starting.
dry shirt for the ride home.
Next goal: 5-mile training run at 8:30 or better. Gonna be tough before the sn-w comes. I’ve already decided I’m not an outdoor winter runner….will see about a monthly membership at a place with an indoor track for December-March. Because fuck winter.

Sub-8:00 miles for a 5k; goal #2 accomplished.

Newbie learnings for fall running:

  • gloves, you idiot.
  • pee before starting.
  • dry shirt for the ride home.

Next goal: 5-mile training run at 8:30 or better. Gonna be tough before the sn-w comes. I’ve already decided I’m not an outdoor winter runner….will see about a monthly membership at a place with an indoor track for December-March. Because fuck winter.

I came here to chew bubble gum and melt faces, and I’m all outta gum.

I came here to chew bubble gum and melt faces, and I’m all outta gum.

25

This weekend is homecoming at Northwestern. It’s the 25-year reunion of my graduating class. And while my alma mater is less than an hour’s drive from where I live, I’m not attending.

Part of it is because I’ll be recording again all day today and into the evening, a far better use of my time than just about anything. (Part of it is because fucking Nebraska is going to win by a million.) But even if I weren’t busy, I wouldn’t go. While I had a fantastic, life-altering experience as an undergraduate there, I established very few close bonds with people. Not zero—I have a handful of very dear friends I made back then whom I still hold close. I see them whenever I can and it’s always great. But very few of them graduated when I did; they were a year or two older or younger. None of them are going to be in Evanston today. In fact, I looked at a list on Facebook of who would be there, some 200 people, and I only distantly recognized three names there, and one because she’s a local TV newscaster. Who are these people? The school isn’t that big. I figured I’d know a few by name, at least.

It’s hard to describe my feelings about it. I’m not sad, exactly, nor regretful. But there is some kind of lingering emptiness about the whole thing. That Facebook group is teeming with people excited to see each other today. Maybe the emotion I’m trying to describe is jealousy. Those people clearly had a different human experience than I did there, then. Maybe they were in the Greek system and are now receiving dividends on all those purchased friends. Maybe they gave a shit about classes and grades, and studied together, bonding that way. Maybe they didn’t spend their nights rehearsing and playing gigs in house parties and bars in the city. Maybe they didn’t spend all their free time chasing after beautiful theatre majors to varying degrees of success.

Come to think of it, maybe they should be jealous of me.

chicagococoasmell:

October 17, 2014
Strong westerly winds will push the cocoa smell almost all the way to Lake Shore Drive today. If you’re along the river you’ll be able to smell chocolate on almost any bridge.
Help make the Chicago Chocolate Smell Area map more accurate! If you can smell the Blommer Chocolate Factory, submit a Smell Report here or tweet @ChiCocoaSmell.

Locals, are you aware of the Blommer smell tumblr?
You are now.

chicagococoasmell:

October 17, 2014

Strong westerly winds will push the cocoa smell almost all the way to Lake Shore Drive today. If you’re along the river you’ll be able to smell chocolate on almost any bridge.

Help make the Chicago Chocolate Smell Area map more accurate! If you can smell the Blommer Chocolate Factory, submit a Smell Report here or tweet @ChiCocoaSmell.

Locals, are you aware of the Blommer smell tumblr?

You are now.

Early Five

Already seen:

  1. A big, young deer. Not ten feet from me as I ran past on the sidewalk, he stood unflinching in the parkway, head turned slightly, considering me.
  2. Jupiter. Just left of and below the moon. Over the last few years I’ve started an essay about her (it?) a dozen times but abandoned them all.
  3. The sad girl. I see her when I’m on this train. It’s not bitchy resting face, it’s sad resting face. I hope it’s just that, and that she’s OK.
  4. The genuinely friendly woman at McDonald’s. I get my coffee there mainly because of her.
  5. A guy opening his bar at 6:30am, and a regular who’d been waiting to get in.

The great Stanley Clarke melted my face. As did the twentysomethings in his band. Holy crap.

The great Stanley Clarke melted my face. As did the twentysomethings in his band. Holy crap.

Now, some of these.

Now, some of these.

Today, by the numbers.

There was a big one from 7-11 before all these, too. I think it totals to 64oz coffee, 16oz diet coke.

Today, by the numbers.

There was a big one from 7-11 before all these, too. I think it totals to 64oz coffee, 16oz diet coke.

notactuallyme:

My heart goes out to all of you who are grieving. Hugs from afar are a sadly inadequate substitute for the real thing, but I’m holding you tight in my heart. I love you.

This.

I don’t know Summer, but I clearly know many who do, and I’m holding you all in my heart along with her and her family. I wish you peace, and I send you love.

Faith No More - War Pigs
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War Pigs // Faith No More

And sometimes it’s not about warm hugs. Sometimes you need to bang your head until you herniate several cervical discs, and have your innards liquified by a Marshall JCM800 on the verge of catching fire.

R.E.M. - Camera
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Camera // R.E.M.

When the going gets tough, I turn to Reckoning. It’s a long, soft hug—warm, accepting, wordless when need be. Seems a lot of us could use that kind of hug right now.

Bonus Truthsday

I’m on the record as being a big fan of taylorswift as a performer, a songwriter, and a woman doing the music biz her own way. I contain multitudes when it comes to pop.

But beyond all that, her tumblr is just super adorable…she’s clearly doing it herself (except when she’s not, and those posts are marked), interacting with her fans, having fun. She gets it. She does memes. It’s endearing.

(And no, I’m not creeping. She’s way closer to my daughter’s age than mine. Get your mind out the gutter.)

((But Taylor, if you see this and need a really solid, experienced guitarist for studio work or touring, holla.))

The Tuesday thing

My problems are huge and intractable; my problems are tiny and trifling.

All at once.

The Clash - Brand New Cadillac
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Brand New Cadillac // The Clash

I just saw a Cadillac commercial that had the most flaccid, horrible version of this song. Unimaginably weak.

Look, I’m squarely in that commercial’s target demographic: a 47-year-old white dude in the suburbs. I work in the fucking stock market, for Christ’s sake. I don’t vote Republican but otherwise I’m exactly who buys this car, at least on paper. And I can see the little hipsters in at ad agency workshopping it. What appeals to Gen Xers? The Clash! Oh, but Mick Jones told us to go fuck ourselves, so let’s just license a cover version. The drunken old farts won’t care.

Well. It’s the wrong ‘em, boyo.

She said, “Balls to you, big daddy.” She ain’t never coming back.