GRABBINGSAND

hoogerbrugge. no ghosts, no goblins, just a wild pack of inner demons.

henry fuseli. swiss night terrors and shakespearean witches.

old green eyes. local spookiness from my childhood.

boo.

or achilles, rather.

i’ve posted my tragic review of the human stain at jive.

1. Roadtrip::Rain

2. Honey::Pie
3. Flanders::Field Far Away
4. Vampire::Overnight Overtime
5. Justice::Just Us
6. Marine::Marionette
7. Protractor::Compass
8. Rubber::Hits the Road
9. London::Diesel
10. Jerry::Mungo

(what is all this?)

there’s an accidental poetry in the subject lines of unwanted email.

Here is what you would want.

Tired?

It doesn’t have to be that way?
Be happy.

Why not give it a go?
Be in the driver’s seat.
It’s great, isnt it?
It’s perfect.

Are you tired Of waiting?
Don’t stress out.

Did you hear?
i went to the bar last night
Want the full story?
you didnt answer.

Miss me?
I just need your help please.
Don’t you think it’s worth it?

It’s worth it.
I’ll do it .
I will help you .
I’ll help you.
I’ll help you.

Is it true?

It’s true.
It’s time.

other examples from other sources are here, here and here.

my review for the new outkast album is over at jive.

go check it out, then shake it (shake it shake it) back over here to comment.

girl smoking. (an observation from tenjikitokuchi.)

it’s good to be here, so doowutchyalike.
(old school hip hop lyrics found here.)

a free myers-briggs test. (i am an entp.)

coronal mass ejections and geomagnetic storms are pretty.

paris’s newer arch.

out of all of the far side cartoons, this one is my favorite.

remember when i used to have that randomly changing link over to the side? it would take you to somebody somewhere with a site somewhat similar to this one. i got rid of it some time ago. it was great for a little free publicity and to see what else was out there, but it was a little on the not-so dependable side and would occasionally cause my weblog to bog down.

today, i found out that blogsnob was bought out by kalsey consulting… so if you look to the left, you’ll see that i’ve decided to give them another shot.

ah, the classics. they never do seem to go out of style, do they? well, actually, they really do, but there’s nothing to be done about it. what am i talking about? as far as i can tell, my cell phone has gone AWOL. i had it this morning when i left, i had it in the car… but when i went to use it this afternoon, it was gone. i’ve looked in the car, in the breakroom, in the restroom, under my desk. i’ve tried calling myself with a borrowed mobile. no dice.

anyway… if i had your phone number, it is safe to say that i don’t have it anymore, so email me with your contact info as you see fit.

update: nevermind. found it. fell out of my pocket just before i left the house…

saying brother can you spare
sunshine for a brother
old man winter’s in the air
walked me up a story asking how you are
told me not to worry you were just a shooting star.

— sweet adeline, elliott smith (1969-2003)

elliott smith never seemed comfortable with fame. or maybe fame never knew what to do with him. did you see him on the academy awards in 1998? he was up against celine dion and they had all of the noms perform one after another. i don’t remember who sang first, but she did her chest-banging full-orchestra rendition of the titanic theme and he just stood there with his guitar, strumming his way through “miss misery” from good will hunting. celine won, as her deal with satan demanded, but what a show of contrast, a display of heart versus surface… seeing the two of them, hand-in-hand and taking a bow. in september of that year, he was at the variety playhouse and i was in attendance. already it was obvious that the label of “folksinger” was starting to make him itch. his show was all electric and nothing like the sad troubadour that critics saw in him. nothing like the voice that became a sound signature of the late 90s, appearing in other films like the royal tannenbaums, american beauty and keeping the faith.

his voice had an earnestness. it wasn’t bombastic, made for love themes perched on the bow of a ship, but sincere and sad, full of rain and grey mornings, loss and only just so much hope.

promised photos from the weekend in charlotte are here.