October 8th, 2004

james t. kirk - reflective

boys in hoodies

The other night I drove to 508 (that's where Mitch, Neil, Kelly and Culann live, in case you didn't know.)  It was dark when I arrived, and as I pulled up, I saw a boy at the end of the block, standing in the middle of the street.  He was wearing shorts and a hooded sweatshirt, his back was to me, and he was talking on the phone.  And all of a sudden it made me wistful, it made me long for college, to live in a community populated by people my own age, to be able to see boys all the time, new ones I hadn't met yet, probably jerks but maybe not, boys who listened to bands I hadn't heard of and boys with new ideas I hadn't thought of yet and boys who smelled good, boys with smiles, boys in hoodies and shorts.  And I got sad a little bit, and thought about how I never meet boys in hoodies anymore, I don't mean for boyfriends, I mean to meet and know and have little crushes or maybe not, boys to keep as friends for a while.  I kept my eye on the boy as I walked up the sidewalk, and just as I turned to go up the walk, something struck me, something familiar, and I realized it was Culann.  As if hearing my thoughts, he turned at that moment, and he smiled and waved, and I smiled and waved back.  It was Culann, and I knew he was on the phone to Carolyn, Carolyn in Baltimore, wonderful sweet beautiful redheaded Carolyn. And I decided that I'm okay after all, and life is good no matter when.
james t. kirk - inviting

laundry and shatner

I haven't mentioned it yet, so I should, that I saw Colonel Claypool's Bucket of Bernie Brains last Saturday.  The performance was great.  The crowd was not.

Man, I don't even feel like writing about it.  Maybe I will later.

Yesterday I stayed home from work and did laundry.  I was hoping to do laundry and also clean the living room and the bathroom and maybe even the kitchen, but it turned out that all I had time for was the laundry.  It took me about six hours, and once you're a load or two into the process, you spend all your time between trips hanging up clean laundry, or draping wet clothes over various pieces of furniture in the apartment.  Shit, I slept on my couch last night, on purpose, because I still have a few stacks of clean clothes on my bed.  (There is no place to put them.  On my way home today I'm going to buy some milk crates and then screw them into the wall.  Where does one buy milk crates, anyway?  Would Bed Bath & Beyond have them?)  But I can walk into my closet again, which I couldn't do for a long time.  And I can walk around my room more easily, and I put clothes into large storage tubs (not that I know where I'm going to put the tubs), so that all the clothes in my closet are clothes I actually wear.  One tub is "special occasion/weird stuff" like the dress from my Medusa costume, and my long princess skirts, and a second is "summer clothes", which is self explanatory, and the third is "stuff that doesn't fit anymore at the moment" which is full.  There were so many clothes that fit into that catergory that I started to put stuff that doesn't fit into the summer tub, because it had better fit by summer, by God.  I mean, you know, magically.  Oh also I have a bag or two of stuff that will be going to Goodwill.  I'm a packrat, so this is highly unusual for me.

At around 9:20 last night, I decided that I was done for the day.  I had worked hard enough, I figured.  I blew through three (3) episodes of TNG, which is pretty good, I think.  Then I got too sleepy, and I couldn't finish the last one on the disc.  I'm knee-deep in Season Two, which is the Dr. Pulaski season.  Some of the episodes are a little rough.  A few weeks ago I had a conversation with Jeff and Vince, and I was saying that the early seasons of TNG were a little weak, and they indignantly insisted that it shouldn't bother me as much as a lot of the episodes of The Original Series, because a lot of those were stinkers too.  I've come to realize the difference:  I hadn't seen any of those before.  I've seen 80% of the TNGs so far, so I know what I'm in for.  But I struggle on gamely, and there are wonderful (silly) moments in each episode, I think.  I realized yesterday that, in my zeal, I sent back Disc 2 without watching all four episodes!  And the one I missed is one I haven't seen before, I don't think!  Man!  What a dummy.  I could have SWORN I watched all four, but the description of Unnatural Selection doesn't sound familiar, and it's supposedly on that disc.  Dammit.  So back into the queue it goes.

Mitch stole a copy of William Shatner's new album Has Been from the internet and brought it over for me.  I listened to it twice yesterday, and I don't know if you're going to believe me or not, but it's really good.  I knew that Ben Folds produced the thing, and as I was listening from my kitchen I thought "I hope that Ben Folds' name is on the cover," because you can hear his steez all over the place.  And it is on the cover, he "arranged" the record.  It's a really good pop album.  I respect Shatner for being aware of the fact that he can't sing, and making a record anyway.  Apparently he wrote the lyrics for most of the songs, which is amazing, because they're pretty funny.  There's a cover of the Pulp song "Common People", which you may have heard already.  Joe Jackson sings a bit on that one.  I don't care for the original too much -- Pulp's singer is way too wussy-sounding for me, and the lyrics are SO obnoxious -- but I really love this cover.  The song with Henry Rollins is good and funny.  The title track is funny too, and there are a couple of sweet songs on there.  And you'll probably hate the last song, because it's country, but it was apparently written by Brad Paisley (whoever that is) specifically for the album, which I think is just so sweet and cute.  So yeah, if you like Ben Folds, then DEFINITELY check this album out, because you will probably like it.  And if you don't mind pop music and are old enough that you don't think you're "too cool" for stuff, then you will like it, too.  I think I'm going to ask for it for Christmas.  Man, apparently Ben Folds did/is going to do a show in LA, featuring William Shatner, and I am so jealous and upset that I won't be able to see it.  I totally wish they would tour together, but boviously that won't happen.