work hard for the same

warm weather is a distraction when i need to work my ass-off to rid myself of this damnable jerkoff. i look forward to the severance package i'll be receiving: time-trip back to 1993. Just like the movie Big, only backwards. I'll bid this jerkoff adieu, to travel as far away from it as possible.

waking up is easier when it's warm outside.

Swell Maps - Another Song

Swell Maps were one of the first artists to have records released on the Rough Trade label. Another Song is from their 1979 debut album A Trip to Marineville. Listen to Another Song and throw any corrections my way.

I wanna spend some time with you, I'm having just another day (Sunday!)
Just what does this playing pays? someone else's drugs (oh yeah!)

No one went in for my show, still the second gig (don't go!)
Not the best, but it still can get good. Ronnie does drinks till 3 (that's right!)

I wanna live my life with you – not really, it just sounds good (so good!)
Whadya you say we pass the time, do all drugs I got (so fine!)

Wooooooo-ooooooo-oooooooo-oooooooo-oooooo-oooooo!

Let me spend some time with you, I'm having just another day (Sunday!)
No more waiting, I can't control that. Everything is really good (suspect!)

this is just another song, let's just run along (gig's up?)
this is just another song, now it's gonna stop!

telling you i can't be without you

i had the opportunity to go see my friend's new house last weekend, and also live without internet for an ENTIRE WEEKEND. it's amazing how the internet's become the primary medium for my age's demographic, the absence of which may drive some to go crazy. junkie's drying up, going through withdrawal...



as you can see from above, the "elite" amongst us operate fine with mobile devices that utilize rouge wi-fi signals in the ether, while the airport on this poor schmuck's macbook couldn't hold a signal for more than ten seconds. still, helping hands and good conversation always suffice for the metaphorical methadone, and i'd go crazy without either from the people i call friends. and with promises of BBQs and camp fires, jam sessions in the attic and hikes through the "honey trail," the 2009 summer nights are looking to be moments of bliss mixed with rapture and seasoned with mental clarity. Read: things i need more of.

Good morning, CURTIS (25 March 2009)

when you pretend to be an insomniac, you wind up seeing the sun rise on an empty stomach. this is a signal for you to either go to sleep or take some more uppers. or, in this case, get out the camera and head up to the roof; the cold air is really refreshing, but only for a short period of time. I look at the "high rises" pic and think of the end of Fight Club, though there isn't much sense in actually going through with parking vans of explosives in the basement parking garages. I'm hoping a lot more of the high rise condos will wind up as affordable housing units, banking on my prediction that sales of "luxury units" will be next to nil. And if you really want to own a Hummer and park it in the basement of your high rise in Brooklyn, please just move to LA.


St. Ann's (east-view)


high rises (west-view)


corner (north-view)


CURTIS

soiree

everything here represents value, and as you can see, we're pretty rich.