todd and i have procured a bottle of absente – not absinthe, but its legal and allegedly, alas, less potent cousin.  i’ve never had any kind of absinthe before and i’m excited.  my eager anticipation has, however,  been muted slightly reading some online reviews of its effects -or lack thereof- but i am still optimistic.

i realized i miss my hedonistic days of old, my years of hand me a glass and i’ll drink it, pass me a pill and i’ll take it.  fuck this being old and responsible nonsense.

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John McCain today announced a running mate who he met only six months ago and who he spoke with just once on the phone about the position before offering it in person earlier this week.

from Politico.com

Is it just me or does that seem like not much? This can’t be normal, right? Surely most peeps meet more than once, esp not just in passing.

I mean, you’re interviewing for Veep, possibly the highest office where you truly have an interview and a “boss” and McCain vets based, essentially, on a phone screen?

Don’t even try to tell me that this isn’t about gender.

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Yesterday was exhausting, for a variety of reasons. By the time the eod rolled around, it felt like a Friday. It wasn’t and I had to reconcile myself with blasting some Gn’R in the office. Followed by “Eye of the Tiger” and “Hysteria.” Had dinner and drinks with John, which was nice — it’s been eons and then some since I last hung out with just him.

I’ve got my speech down at this point when people ask how I am doing. I’m tired of giving it really, but this is curse of having friends. (And I’m doing about as well as you might expect — up and down and still longing for all my good friends to appear on my doorstep for a party lasting the next 2 years.)

I’m going to crawl into a hole this weekend, which I am excited about for some reason. My to-do list is made up of dozens of tasks now, all to be done at home. So we shall see what I can buckle down and churn out.

R and I have had some pretty amazing conversations the last week or so; amazing mostly because of the maturity that keeps poking through. We both agree it already feels like forever since we lst saw each other; I don’t mean this as the whole lovers’ pining crap. We aren’t spending too much time making googly eyes at each other in iChat; it’s just that the range of emotions and coping for us has changed hourly throughout the last week and a half, making the entire experience feel more than it has been.

I need to get a haircut and trim my sideburns, which have gotten out of control.

See, this is about what my life has come to. Which is probably the same as it always was, just now with less R in it. At the moment, I am not jonesing for insane adventures or zaniness. I have more than enough stuff on my plate to keep me busy (work, writing, design, art, publishing, music, cleaning, cooking).

Because this wouldn’t be a post by me otherwise: I’m sitting on the train next to a really cute girl. And I feel incredibly awkward about it. Hi, I’m in sixth grade again.

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The day of the album is gone unless the musician provides enough value for the fan so that they are willing to pay for an album format. If not the single track is what we will be buying for a very long time to come. It’s up to the musician.

Good Riddance To Albums.

This is from Mashable this evening. And f-you.

Sorry, it’s harsh, but you wrote like 1000 words that I skimmed (admittedly) that mean nothing. I’m tired of people saying that albums are shite, that they don’t matter.

The truth? I want to queue up albums in my iPod; I’m sick of albums being shat on. I like my albums; I want to use that metadata. I can’t rate my albums as a group, nor can I browse them easily like that.

It’s frustrating — I have a zillion songs, but only a handful of albums I truly love. But I can’t work that to my advantage. And you know what? Those albums are great. There is a very real reason I’ve been listening to some of them for decades (“Appetite…”), some for a year at best (“Untrue”). I’m tired of people ragging on albums. At this point, 10 years into mp3s, you’re an idiot enough to buy an album for a single and 10 songs you’ve never heard, you’re getting exactly what you’re paying for. You deserve that.

Use hypemachine, use piratebay, use 100 of the resource out there to hear the song you like.

But don’t rag on albums. Just like anything else, there are sucky ones. But there are also amazing ones.

Hell, what’s your favorite album?

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Reed’s taken up watching the NASA channel. No, seriously. His homework the other week was to write the word ‘blue’ and draw something blue. He drew the planet Neptune.

Today he wanted to talk about how the house was wired in parallel circuits, and looked at the effect of ionization of a balloon on the flow of water in our kitchen sink. That was all before heading out to the bus this morning.

Over dinner, using a new placemat that shows the United States, but only their borders, not names, Reed was able to name every state west of the Mississippi from memory, and about 38 of them overall (honestly, the Northeast is a friggin’ trainwreck of states, right?). I had to flip the thing over to make sure he had Wisconsin and Minnesota correct.

I’m having to work to keep up with a five-year-old.

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"For me, the whole goal is to stay relevant as long as I can”

Kenny Rogers on having his record sold at Cracker Barrel

I think maybe he misunderstands what the word “relevant” means.

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A friend dropped by last night. I have a little Mac Mini hooked up to my TV and the screen saver is set to my iPhoto pictures. A picture came up, black and white, clearly decades old and I said, “That’s my mom on the left.” She is maybe 6 in the picture.

My friend says, “Who is that on the left?”
“My mom’s sister.”
“She’s hot.”
“She’s probably 13 in that picture.”
“We will never speak of this again. And you aren’t allowed to blog about it either.”

I am ignoring that last request.

The second was this morning. A co-worker made a joke, which I followed up with a Minneapolis men’s restroom joke. A few minutes later, this exchange:

Me: i only hate you because i love you
Him: wanna go to the men’s room?
whoa, that even surprised me
Me: maybe later, i just went with mike

Sometimes, work is fun.

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