South City Sunday
I found out where Martin Sexton, The American, has been hiding out: he was doing it up with that "Irishman in Chinatown", Luka Bloom.
They were snuggled up together in Riverside in my desk drawer at work.
Hodak's, Ted Drewes and a cruise down Grand to Gravois in the Big Banana. I live the life, .
Maybe, instead of knitting, what I need is The Sims. The Sims is kinda like making the Osbornes do what you want while drinking whiskey, right?
Thisis the ONLY search result on Google. Because of, coincidentally enough, this post.
I'm hooked on the N (which is to Noggin what NickNite is to Nickelodeon). I mean hooked. In fact, I'm thinking of staying home tonight to watch the Degrassi season finale. I've seen every episode of My So-Called Life four times (plus, I've read each and every transcript). I even enjoy Radio Free Roscoe, despite it's ludicrous premise. And now, I'm hooked on Daria.
In between shows, the station airs music videos. Musically, I'm out of touch, so if it weren't for N, I'd never hear such things as the Duff sisters singing "Our Lips Are Sealed," (which, in 1982 I thought went, "Honest I see you." Hey, I was 12; I don't think I need to explain further). And, I wouldn't have ever heard an Incubus song.
I've heard honest-to-goodness adults talk about Franz Ferdinand and Modest Mouse, so I took special note when "Take Me Out" and "Float On" began airing. At first, I was less than impressed. I mean, considering the adults who have talked or written about these groups, I was less than impressed. But, both songs have started to grow on me. I look forward to seeing the videos. I turned up the volume on the car radio when Irving-Irvin-Irwin played "Float On" Monday afternoon.
I know what it is. They sound like 1984.
This morning I found two orange long-stemmed roses propped up against the landing outside my door. They were very pretty. They were from Fred, who has very limited apology skills, but has a fine understanding of the magnitude of gestures.
I cut down the stems and put them in a vase on my kitchen counter.
I have 10 bucks that says I find them strewn across the kitchen floor by the time I get home.
From Anthony Burgess:
There are a number of us these days who do not seek deliberately to go to prison but cherish a dream of being sent there to enjoy, paradoxically, true freedom.