four rows back.

weekend-end-y:

- one timeout drawer show plus socializing.
- one new timeout drawer album with my name in the credits.
- two halloween parties.
- two ninjas; infinite others.
- one lovely korean dinner with childhood flute-friends.
- one lovely stay-in dinner with company.
- one piece of joe's pizza eaten.
- one lovely reading intaken.
- one poem recorded for an inter-disciplinary collaboration.
- one museum stormed, one exhibit admired (oscar bluemner).
- one movie premier attended; five? six? stars sighted; five hours of surreal seconds ticking by. this definitely goes on the top-ten out-of-body evenings for 2005.

whew.

swiffer swiffer swiffer.

company is coming!
i like company.
i also like sqaush.
i ordered more squash.
and another chicken.
and some brie.
and carrots and celery
(for basque potatoes).
the shrimp are defrosting.

developing time.

weekend antics:

- 2 am cornish hens.
- r. o. generously allowing his bartender-self to be photographed.

most of yesterday was spent in the darkroom.

with cries of joy and gladness?

have i mentioned that mornings make me feel like this?

there are a number of other images on my cat hates you that could fit here.

every alarm ding this week has led me stumbling into the sensation of my brain being slowly juiced.

bathroom-themed.

i awoke yesterday to the sound of my bathroom toilet flushing furiously and repeatedly. i ventured into the bathroom. the toilet was indeed mysteriously flushing furiously and repeatedly. i jiggled the handle on the toilet. still flushing furiously and repeatedly. i went back to bed. it ceased.

hrrrmm.

train-reading: matthea harvey's pity the bathtub its forced embrace of the human form. damn.

menu, adjusted.

tonight was to be cornish game hen night. but instead, comfort food:
- organic chili from a can (+ vermont cheddar cheese).
- sourdough bread.
- milk.

in other words:
- "sure, it's a glass of alcohol, but it's only 40 proof."
- "hey guys, i just looked at the bottle, and it's 40%. meaning 80 proof."
- i fought the booze and the booze won.

oh, how i heart thee, freshdirect.

melancholia.

rain, still. i am sound-tracking, engraining this particular particular.

time for the potato leek soup.

all is rain and sniffles around here. i spent the weekend (mostly) curled on the couch with:
- the russian ark (pictures moving).
- william basinski (sounds).
- forrest gander (text).

broken accidental stars.

tussled with mr. stevens' necessary angel until the wee hours last night. angels never put out.

tonight: off to see metric, who i always associate with autumn. it's been two years since seeing them for the first time in chicago (at the abbey with broken social scene, i think).

busily planning this weekend's shoe-string budget aesthetics.

semi-muted.

in the berkshires, we examined shared time from various vantages.

we also got to poke around MASS MoCA. they had some interesting shows up.

the leaves were just starting to turn.

you, in the inter-ether: tell me something.