Monthly Archives: February 2011

February 21, 2011 – Song 109

Dear Libras in my Life,

Be you Moms or Lunchmeat, I applaud you. You diffuse bombs like nothing I have ever known. Usually with nothing more than a simple sentence that leaves me suddenly standing, sword in hand, panting, trying to remember what I was prepared to fight to the death about in the first place. It’s a quiet talent. But it’s louder than shouting.

Song 109.

There are many moments that happen when you DJ. Sometimes you see friends and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes people you don’t know complain and sometimes people you don’t know ask you to marry them. You play songs you love and you play song…s you know other people will love. And sometimes you just play songs just because you know how long they are and you have got to go pee.

But it’s pretty rare for me, even though I’m someone who thinks a lot about songs, to not play something, from my own fucking record collection, that all of a sudden surprises myself. Not that I’m playing it, I obviously dragged it out with me, but just a little surprise, one more along the lines of “Oh yeah, that’s how that got here.”


A Libra in my life recently said something I hope I never forget. I was complaining about a friend who I felt was being stubborn and was, in my mind, refusing to play along. This little Libra paused for a second and then said “Oh no, she’s playing. She’s just playing a different game than you.”

Touche goddamnit. Touche.


Tonight I realized, in my mind, when I hear this song, it feels like an apology written especially for me.

But the truth is, I’m most likely the one who should be doing the apologizing.


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February 20, 2011 – Song 108

Song 108.

Starbuck rules.

But this song might make you throw up in your mouth a little bit.

All Along the Watchtower – Battlestar Galactica

“Because the basic method of mindfulness is quantitative, it’s asking for tracking variables in terms of how much of what when and where changing at what rate. And because Western science is designed exactly to do that, it seems to me that there’s a natural meeting point for these two sciences. And that would give birth to a new science, a true science of Enlightenment that would be acceptable to any scientific thinking person in the world because there would be empirical data and mathematical equations to back it up.But you know what happens with new science comes new technology. And so as a meditation teacher my fondest hope is that in a hundred years meditation is obsolete. Do you understand? That seems very radical right? I devote my life to spreading meditation I would like to see it obsolete. Obsolete in the sense that the horse and buggy is obsolete. Because a new technology can do the same job better.” 

“My happiest thought as a 21st century scientifically oriented Buddhist teacher is that there are many deep and significant things about Enlightenment that no human being knows at this time. Not the greatest masters of the past, not the greatest living Zen masters, not the Buddha himself. There are things to learn about it. And those things can only be learned from bringing the light of science to it and when we do we will accompany that with a new technology that will essentially make classical Liberation or Enlightenment available to any consenting adult on the planet.”

-Divide and Conquer: How the Essence of Mindfulness Parallels the Nuts and Bolts of Science by Shinzen Young

I spent an hour of my life listening to this because I tend to like what Jill Coyne is tossing out. It was one of the best decisions I made all week. I’m not sure what your week was like but if you need a bump up…

You can lead a horse to the bar but you can’t buy him a goddamned beer as they say. ♥

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February 19, 2011 – Song 107

Today I hung out with the amazing Jill Coyne and I let her womanhandle me.

Song 107.

Memories In Future Tense – The Church

I am not going to pretend I am an expert on Rolfing. It would be way better if you just checked out Jill’s website instead. 

Several things I didn’t expect happened today. Maybe the most important of which is that Chicago got back on my good side. We had been in kind of a tiff. But, as it always seems to go with this goddamn town, the love affair runs deep.

Jill’s office is in the Fine Arts Building on Michigan Avenue. I hadn’t been in it since Harrington Design Institute occupied several of it’s floors. I had forgotten what an amazing building it is, complete with the old timey kind of elevators that it takes a dude to operate. It’s home to all kinds of people, from violin makers to ceramicists, opera singers to architects, and is in itself solid proof that they just don’t make ’em like they used to.

The years I went to school there happened to be during my pre-computer courses, my hand drafting and hand drawing years. Harrington was bought and became a College halfway through my degree and moved to new ultra modern digs, at the exact time that I moved up the ranks to computer drafting and rendering.

Of course, Harrington’s new spot at Madison and Wells was stunning and cutting edge and wired to the gills. I mean, this is a college of professional interior designers, what else would you expect?

But, oh man, will I always have such a spot in my heart for the years I spent in that wonderful old building, even when it took one hundred years to get to class because like I said, there is literally a dude who operates the fucking elevators.


I can seriously listen to Jill talk about stuff for hours and hours. And today was simply enlightening. There just isn’t any other word for it. For example, she explained the types of things that your body carries in it’s memory, and how being Rolfed can bring those things to the surface. Everyone has some stand out events from childhood that color how we view the world, good or bad. They seem so real, because they are some of the first experiences we have that we are the decider on, but ultimately they are random, and in a way meaningless. Even though they feel like the absolute truth.

That is until you move them around a little bit.


Jill is also proof to support my theory that the people in this world who are worth listening to are also by default, really funny. It’s as if, without even trying, they are these comedians, always winking a little bit at the cosmic joke we are all a part of.

“Rolfing is permanent. After you’re Rolfed you’re like a Jaguar. No matter how long you drive a Jaguar, it’s not going to turn into a Ford.” –Ida P. Rolf, Ph.D.

So, thanks Jill. I always enjoy seeing you in person and of course in the biggest of all the Social Networks, The Collective Unconscious. ♥

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February 18, 2011 – Song 106

Hey pretty girl. Everything about this is a great idea.

The worst of times? If that’s the quantifier.

The worst of times also somehow seem to be the funniest.

Song 106.

This Wheel’s On Fire, as they say.

Let’s take back the night.

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February 17, 2011 – Song 105c

But as always, it just is what it is.

This is the song I sang along to on my way home.

Song 105c.

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February 17, 2011 – Song 105b

Here’s to happenstance. And an amazing fan video to boot.

This is the song I was surprised I knew all the words to.

Song 105b.

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February 17, 2011 – Song 105a

Oh my God. I have the patience of a gnat.

This is the song I thought about all day.

Song 105a.

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