First practice with new drummer is this Sunday. I'm gut-bustingly excited. Hopefully, everything will be awesome, and we don't have to do too many of these, because transporting, lifting, setting up, and tearing down all of this fucking gear is the sort of thing I'd really prefer to do exclusively in the company of a judgmental audience. You know?
- L.
I came into the Werner Herzog box set pretty cheap, and decided to work my way through it chronologically. That meant that the first one up was Even Dwarfs Started Small. About 25 minutes in, I started feeling really sick, and then passed out for about an hour and a half. I'm taking it as proof that it's a good movie.
- L.
Things are looking up. All it takes is two weeks of lethargy, and eventually you pull together the nerve to kick yourself so hard that you can help but be pushed forward by your own foot's momentum. Let's see if I can keep that lapse from happening again though, hmm?
- L.
It's frustrating that the feeling of absolute fatigue is one that feels unique and could potentially be communicated vividly, but while you're feeling it, you're least equipped to consider it in any novel way. I find myself using phrases like "out of gas," or "burnt out," and honestly, those are the most inventive descriptions I'm able to muster at this point.
- L.
We tested out the final rig for live sound last night. Shockingly, all the disparate parts came together and worked fine. Now it's just a matter of finding that drummer. Anyone have any leads?
- L.
I was on a bus yesterday riding back to the city. 96 degrees or so. The bus broke down because the air conditioning was starting to overheat the engine. We got going again after the engine had cooled off, but we had to ride without the A/C to keep this problem from reoccurring. I was upset at first, but I realized that my situation wasn't so terrible when we passed a bus on the side of the highway, surrounded by four fire trucks. The back end of it had literally exploded. All of its former passengers were crowded around, admiring its smoking, charred wreckage and sweating profusely.
- L.
This morning the train was particularly crowded. While we were in the tunnel under the river there was a loud thud, and everybody turned around to look. There were a few gasps, and a moment of panic opened up. Somebody had fainted and collapsed on the floor of the train. People asked him if he was okay and when the train pulled into the next station one of them started screaming and cursing the people near the door who weren't holding it open for the confused and slow-moving victim.
- L.
I've been watching a lot of nature documentaries lately, and I think it's starting to be disruptive to my day-to-day life. I see puddles on the street and can't help but imagining the long-term effects that the water has for the landscape, both in terms of erosion and the ability to support life. Then a bus runs through the puddle, splashing the water all over the sidewalk, and my mind gets shattered.
- L.
I'm trying to find a drummer right now. Anyone know anybody in New York that can play to a click track and is a good person?
- L.
Okay, I'm back. I read The Man In The High Castle while I was gone, and I really enjoyed it. It actually dealt with pretty plainly a lot of the things I've been thinking about recently. I don't know how my brain works - whether I pick the concerns I have out of the book I'm reading, or if I unknowingly pick books that deal specifically with the concerns that I have at that time. Anyway, it's a good feeling when what you're trying to figure out syncs up with what you're consuming.
- L.

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