Alright. So I know I was all, “I’m going to post everyday!” But seriously, dude. Shit is busy. And so am I. So let’s agree on “once or twice a week! YEAH!”

Here is something to make your Friday better:

Do you know how much I’d love to say, “I met him at the candy stooooooore!” when people ask me about C? Sadly, the candy store was not our destiny. We met while doing a sketch comedy skit titled “Leprosy: The Musical.”

The candy store is the dreamy version. The reality is much darker. And also, much funnier. Love shows up in the stupidest places.
xo

All out non stop Friday morning rock.

So for a while now, I’ve been writing elsewhere. This extends my work week, I guess, to 7 days, which means I have been too tired/lazy to post here for a while. I considered remedying this with a Tumblr account, but that just made me even more lazy, and though one would think that Twitter would be great for ADD Brains over here, I’m more obsessed with the search function on it than actually writing anything on it. And for the record, I am beginning to dislike certain celebrities that I’d rather not dislike, based solely on their insistence upon crowing about how many followers they have. Like, dude? Really? YOU ARE FAMOUS. You can stop counting sheep now.

Anyway, I figure, mostly for writing exercise purposes, that I should stop being so lazy and start writing here again. Consistently, even! Or, as Kenny Powers says, “on the reg.”

Lately I have been on a big Beatles kick. I’m not sure why, exactly, but I’d guess it has something to do with the sense of calm that comes over me when a Beatles record goes on. When I was growing up, I didn’t start listening to “my own” music until I was 14 or so; my favorite songs were my parents’ favorite songs, my favorite bands were my parents’ favorite bands. It helps that my parents (well, mostly my dad) have really good taste in music, I guess.

For my dad’s birthday I bought him nearly every Beatles album, as he never got around to upgrading from vinyl to CD. The unexpected bonus of this was that when I visited my parents, I got to upload said CD’s on to my computer, and now C is going to upload the songs to his. So really it’s the gift that keeps on giving. But most importantly is that the White Album was amongst these gems, which is a record I listened to as a kid and was completely freaked out by.

When I was a kid my family took this now-legendary trip to Washington, D.C., which is more legendary, to be honest with you, for the car trip itself than the actual vacation (though the Smithsonian museums were the greatest thing I’d ever seen as a kid). The reason for this is because my father had decided to make a mixtape for the car trip (we were cruisin in a 1993 Dodge Dynasty, which is essentially a couch on wheels. Only the best!) by recording songs from his old records to a cassette tape. The mixtape has become legendary in its own right, as it included a ton of Tommy songs by the Who, some Wilson Pickett, Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit, Sloop John B by the Beach Boys, Sam and Dave, the Temptations, Sly and the Family Stone, Gerry and the Pacemakers, The Kinks, and, of course, the Beatles. Most notably, “Rocky Raccoon.”

Why my father chose Rocky Raccoon over every other song on the White Album is beyond me. And why he felt it would be a rad addition to a family car trip mixtape is even more mind boggling, which makes it pretty awesome. This mixtape was like an 80 minute affirmation that my dad probably smoked up at times in the 1960’s. To go from In the Midnight Hour to White Rabbit to Rocky Raccoon as your parents Dodge Dynasty cruises into our nation’s capital is a childhood mindtrip that I shall never forget. It was almost as if my father was attempting to hold some hippie/mod cred while going to see the monuments of our forefathers. It was a lesson that said, “You can love America, but you can also love the Beatles on drugs.”

I’m not sure what any of this entry means. It is really just an attempt to kick start a rusty motorcycle. Like John Lennon says, “Half of what i say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you.”

So hello. And here we go again.

Beyond all things right now, really.

There are a few things  I am very sure of:  I am a bad dancer,  I do not like peas,  and I am very lucky to know the people I know.  Lately I have been thinking in blocks of forever and never: there don’t seem to be too many in betweens.  The occasional sometimes or maybe will occur,  cause a great deal of confusion or elation, and then fall into one of the first two categories.  Maybe it is because I am getting older: I am tired of the questions,  and looking for more answers.

But still there are so many unknowns to consider:  for every hopeful thing that has happened as of late,  there have also been setbacks, and it’s hard to feel secure in a world where the rugs keep getting pulled out as soon as they are laid down.  We have our hopeful days and our sad days:  we are just waiting for things to get back to normal,  or at least the kind of normal we had before the past eight years drove us into a weird state of anxiety and frustration, and though we finally have a new President to hopefully guide us away from those times,  there is still quite a mess to clean up,  and it will take a while until we’re all out of the woods.

However, in the midst of these unknowns and uncertainties,  there are some things that are easy to categorize. There are some questions that can only be answered with yes.

January has been a very peculiar month so far:  I have gotten older,  I have watched an amazing historical event occur,  I have heard and felt sad stories,  I have signed an invisible contract,  I have fallen asleep and had dreams of the ocean,  dreams of swimming in places I’m afraid to go in real life.   And I can’t stop listening to Merriweather Post Pavillion, which is just making me happy all over,  in a way an album hasn’t in a few years or so:

It is early and I didn’t sleep much last night:  I keep waking up in the middle of vivid dreams,  forgetting where I am,  swimming through sheets and wondering where the seas have gone.   There are things I am trying to say that don’t want to come out,  that either aren’t ready yet or have decided to build themselves a tiny apartment in a back corner of my brain,   and so I suppose I should end this before I add anymore emo run-on comma filled sentences into the internet atmosphere.

xo

xo

One of my favorite bloggers, Largehearted Boy, does a 52 Books, 52 Weeks challenge each year, and this year I thought I’d take a swing at it. I’m always jealous of him in December when he hits 52 books, and I’d like to see how many I can finish in a year, so here goes nothing and such.

I will be updating with book titles and summaries soon, to keep myself on track.

Also: hello! How are you? 2009, eh?