We now return to our program, already in progress...
high life, low-life, box wine, dead vine, polished shoes, dress blues, argyles, old news, lapels, polyester, epoxy-like gels, composition, zebra steel, fresh to death and realer than real, corners and margins, dogeared books and dustbin bargains, hi-fi, sci-fi, wireless, selectric, electric, brothers, druthers, regrets, second hand cigarettes, neon, oak, varnish, coasters with no glass, the reeds and the brass, bent notes, landlocked boats, narrow bridges and well-worn coats, slouch hats and ballcaps and feather'd fedoras, couches, cots, and the beds of the tore up, treadmills, tarmac, and matted grass trails, dead weight, heart-rate, and sisyphus tales, the gales and trevails, the headwinds and dead sails, the brass ring, the bric-a-brac, the flim flam, the last track, the silence, and sleep.
I know! I couldn't get past "fresh to death and realer than real" either. :D
More to the point, I'm a fun conversationalist with most people and I'm a good one to drag along for coffee or cocktails in a friendly capacity. Sometimes this place has all the charm of a mail-order bride mixer at the Kremlin, so I figure it might help to know I actually enjoy meeting new people and don't feel the need to pick and choose a person's particulars like nacho toppings.
In the daylight-ish hours I'm usually cheering on the jackrabbits that stir in the dead grass along the runway at McClellan, doffing my cap to confused looks along the bike trail, riding my hipster horse back and forth between the lowlands and highlands, trying in vain to start a shitty punk band called Nately's Whore, hunter/gatherer-ing the best sandwiches in the metro (usually buy one each at Juno's and Roxie because why the hell not!?), buying used Herb Alpert records for two bucks at Dimple or Records, hollerin' at the Friday NYT crossword, dragging hungover fools to brunch at Elixir, cranking up the O'Jays and opening the sliding glass doors so urrbody on the street can hear, jammin' jamz on the quiet with a couple brushes and a cardboard kickdrum, cannibalizing the defunct bike from my accident, stealthily weaving booty-movin' music into Wurlitzer playlists with a crooked grin and a crumpled dollar bill, playing boozy after hours piano rags on my awful keyboard, making dope ass spritzerz with cheap white wine and Diet Ocean Spray Cran-Cherry juice (I call it a Wolf Spritzer), etc.
After the Quake by Haruki Murakami, God is Dead by Ron Currie Jr., North Line by Willy Vlautin, In Milton Lumky Territory by Philip K. Dick, The Reefs of Earth by R.A. Lafferty, Inside Outside by Philip Jose Farmer, Citrus County by John Brandon, Life After God by Douglas Coupland, Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn, The Puzzlemaster Presents: Vol. 1 by Will Shortz, Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen.
Enemy, The One I Love, Her, Your Sister's Sister, Grosse Pointe Blank, Pandorum (Ben Foster is amazing in just about everything), Beyond the Black Rainbow, The Perfect Host, Sneakers, Drinking Buddies, Moon, Close Encounters of The Third Kind, My Neighbor Totoro, Fargo, Out of Sight.
Currently in rotation: A mix tape from when I lived in Portland, Afghan Whigs - Black Love, A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders, Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream, Charles Mingus - Tijuana Moods, The Time - s/t, Billy Paul - 360 Degrees of Billy Paul, Modest Mouse - Building Nothing Out of Something, Waylon Jennings - Greatest Hits, Kid Cudi - Man on the Moon (this is pretty much a permanent fixture), The Seatbelts - Cowboy Bebop, Interpol - Our Love To Admire, Califone - Quicksand/Cradlesnakes, Mastodon - Blood Mountain.
Sandwiches, burritos, sushi, pizza. And breakfast. ALWAYS breakfast.
Hook & Ladder, 58 Degrees, Golden Bear, Elixir, Orphan, Red Rabbit, Oscar's, Tres Hermanas, Tank House, Roxie Deli, Corti Bros, Juno's Kitchen, Taylor's Market, Hideaway, Tako, Lido, Evan's, Eggie's, Stagecoach, Bandera, Roxy (the other one), Zocalo, Zen Sushi, etc.
This is especially true whenever I watch Parks and Recreation. That show has a crazy Pavlovian hold on me.
- You'd like to jam econo with brushed drums and acoustic things.
- You know where the phrase "jam econo" comes from and would like to receive your high five.
- You'd like to start a shitty punk band called Nately's Whore.
- You too think Art Garfunkel was more than an awesome name.
- You wanna tell tall tales and talk outta school.
- You're a CPA and you want to take me on as an apprentice.
- You think that "The CPA's Apprentice" suggests a more compelling basis for a film than "The Sorcerer's Apprentice".