Come in alone

Listening to My Bloody Valentine right now. 'Loveless' still amazes me. The last couple of days I've been listening to a lot of 'old' stuff, like The Smiths, Spinanes, and so forth. I am now almost completely over listening to new music. I don't have the energy, care, or money frankly to spend on hearing what's new or hot. I'm more interested now in what was hot like ten or more years ago. I heard 'Meat is Murder' for the first time this week, and was pleasantly surprised.

Anyway, life has been nice lately. Married life is pretty alright, having someone to always reach over and touch is great, and right now outweighs the fact that she's there almost all the time. We still have misunderstandings, something I'm certain will never change.

It's so good to be here

Always nostalgic for old days, you know I saw Digable Planets 3 times back in the early nineties, one time with Anna at UMBC that was a good time, some of those times were good, you know, formative years. I saw the Spinanes sometime ago as well, I don't remember well, did they play with Unrest, no, it was Lois. How many hours did I spend standing in the old 930 club back when F street was sketchy and filled with peep shows and bookstores, when Stereolab played an in-store at Velvet Ink in Silver Spring. What happened to Velvet Ink? What happened to Go! Records in Arlington, when Arlington was just a regular kind-of-beat family neighborhood? For that matter, what happened to Arlington?

I want to go back to those days, I want those years back, I want a do over, I want out of this world of creeping hairlines and beltlines. What are these wrinkles doing on my forehead, what is this house I live in, what is this job where I spend my life, I want those years back! I want to read Vollmann for the first time, I want to read a thousand books for the first time, I want to read the Invisible Man for the first time, hell, I want to read The Firm for the first time.

Everything was so important. It's not like now, where everything really IS important, not the mundane importance of paying bills on time, doing well at my job, being a normal contributor to society, and being a good husband, but the importance of 'god, this scrawl song really speaks to me' or 'I'm so unhappy, maybe I should change my major, maybe creative writing' or 'I wonder if Anna is cheating on me'. These things were so important but what did any of that come to? Anna is blip in my past, I'm working a 9 to 5 job, and scrawl, well who has heard of fucking scrawl?

Reason #65 why my wife rules

She makes me tasty and varied lunches. Today she made me a beautiful turkey sandwich. Lunches vary from omurice, kimchee bok gum bap, to more prosaicly american things like sandwiches.