Is it gay that I took a look at the new promotional standee in Dunkin’ Donuts featuring Yankees pitcher Joba Chamberlain and thought myself, “What was he thinking going to the photo shoot like that? He needs a shave.”?
Every where I go these days, I’m seeing goofy vanity plates. For some reason there was an insane influx of them in Buffalo, too. This was most certainly the pick of the litter.
ISIS has not done a good job of masking its recent Tool-inspired stylistic shift. Their last album, the opening slot on Tool’s arena tour, and now even their video for “Holy Tears” looks like it could easily have been a clip for a 10,000 Days single.
Not that I mind. While I was originally bored and unimpressed with In the Absence of Truth, it really grew on me. A lot. Especially after watching most of it performed live. And honestly, this video is better than any of Tool’s videos post-Aenima . Can’t wait to get this on DVD to blow it up on the big screen.
Dinosaur Barbecue in Harlem is unreal. So good. They make their own version of the Cuban sandwich, where they swap out the roasted pork for BBQ pulled pork. And they have a BBQ version of Chinese fried rice. And the most giant f’n wings I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to go back.
If there is a purgatory, it is most certainly the perpetual experience of being half-asleep on a bus at 4AM. The sterile/chemical-smelling, fresh air conditioning brushing against your face and the cool blue light of dawn washing over your surroundings is beautiful and calming, but will then start to feel disturbingly synthetic and eerie. Seconds slowly start to feel like days. I wish I was conscious enough to reach for my camera.
In an ongoing effort to conserve money, I parted with my dear Blackberry last night and went back to using a regular old cellphone (gasp!). Going back to this primitive technology is taking some adjusting. I mean, it doesn’t even have a camera!
It’s liberating, losing the inherent and involuntary need to check e-mail every 15 seconds. Sure, while adjusting I may on occasion become frustrated with the absence of Google Maps, Yankees scores and Facebook updates at my fingertips. Well…I guess by “at my fingertips,” I mean the 3 hours every day that I’m not within 5 feet of a computer. Or maybe I mean that one time I was getting coffee with my grandpa and he asked me about last night’s soccer game, and it was just so cool that I could look it up on the spot. But the $45 back in my pocket every month will more than make up for it.
Plus, I’ve found lots of great web tools and SMS/text message workarounds that will keep me just as productive on the go with a regular cell. I’ll be posting those links periodically as I adjust back to a life where I can’t use my phone to convince myself I’m just some Wall Street hot-shot waiting for the bus.
I always expect something of high quality from the Hydra Head Records stable, and I usually know what to expect - but this caught me completely off guard. Check out the song “Fat Waves” from Torche’s new album Meanderthal. The album is a very refreshing bit of upbeat, catchy stoner rock. Listen here.
…NOT! I stayed overnight at the hospital Thursday, getting a full sleep test workup. The doc seems to think I have sleep apnea. The test involved sticking about a dozen electrodes on various parts of my body, sleeping overnight and then taking sporadic naps the next day. All while being videotaped.
Well, the assuring letter I received last week promising most patients “report sleeping better than they do at home” didn’t hold true for me. Couldn’t get comfortable, couldn’t fall totally asleep. It also didn’t mention that they wake you up from a control room using a speaker in the ceiling. At least three of the six or so times they woke me up, I jumped out of bed disoriented and yelling “God, is that you???”
Oh, and all the wires were plugged into a box I had to hang around my neck and carry with me. All day. Not to mention the irritating affect of tape on your skin for 20+ hours.