Monthly Archives: June 2011

June 30, 2011 – Song 238

Being vulnerable is one of the toughest things you can do.

With love tonight, all the way from mi casa to su hacienda.

Personally, I think a dance party is always the right move. ♥ Song 238.

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June 29, 2011 – Song 237

So I have learned something recently. It would seem that old Mary Poppins was right. A spoonful of sugar really is the way to go.

If you make people laugh you can say almost anything.

For example, try THIS load of crap on for size. Song 237.

A strange book recently came into my world. It was written by Pete A. Sanders, an MIT professor, and it is about the other “senses”. According to him, there are actually Nine. Four beyond the ones we take for granted. Which is extra funny, because apparently the CIA doesn’t find them funny at all. In fact, they find them useful, and have for a while.

I’m not gonna bust all into it tonight, but I was struck by something a friend said earlier this evening. He was telling me about a situation at work and described his reaction in terms of his “insecurities”.

So I asked him where he got the words for his feelings. He didn’t know, exactly. Exactly. Someone, somewhere, once told him that if he felt weird or off, that he was just experiencing himself, in the real world, incorrectly. He was not secure. He was insecure. But what if he was exactly right instead? What if you removed the negative explanation already in his mind?

They are just words, that someone, once told him.

What if instead, he is actually gifted? Gifted at literally “feeling” the tension between coworkers? Gifted at being able to sense a fight that went down in a room that he entered moments later? Gifted at being able to read the things other people were not saying? Kind of changes the whole moment right? Instead of being ashamed, you’re one of the X-Men.

One of my favorite thoughts ever, came from the science historian James Burke. In so many words, he was talking about people making fun of the fact that humans once thought that the world was flat. Those dummies! But his response was “I wonder what it looked like when it was.”

At that time, the world might as well have been flat, the way most people once related to it.

I am proud to have once attended the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Poland. A very long time ago, a man named Copernicus once studied there too. He was the person, although then it was considered blasphemy, who suggested the Earth wasn’t the center of the Universe.

Which is now normal. The standard. No one now denies that this planet spins around something else.

Sometimes I wonder what people will someday think of us.

So downright convinced that we are all little Suns.

Those dummies!

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June 28, 2011 – Song 236

“You have the memory of a goldfish.”
“Oh look. A castle!”
“Oh look. A castle!”
“Oh look. A castle!”

-Meredith Adams-Smart, ladies and gentleman.

Song 236.


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June 27, 2011 – Song 235

CHICAGO! I have some important information to share.

Song 235.

A. Don’t forget to buy your city sticker. The fine outweighs the crime.

B. Life really is a little bit better, down in Bon Temps.

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June 26, 2011 – Song 234

I didn’t make it out of the house tonight.

It happens. Song 234.

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June 25, 2011 – Song 233

Well kiddo, some people are just born lucky.

Trust me on this. I know your folks.

You just won the life lotto. ♥ Song 233.

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June 24, 2011 – Song 232

There are a lot of people named Sarah.
I know that was among the reasons.
But it wasn’t the only one.
Before there was Frilar and Frilock, but way after Tuck.

There was Punk Rock Sarah.
Song 232.

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June 23, 2011 – Song 231

I remembered the funniest thing today.

Well, funny to me anyway. ♥

Fucking bugs. Song 231.

After I lost my mind the first time and dropped out of the Philosophy department at De Paul I did something big. I packed up and I moved. All the way to North Carolina.

At the time my friend Laura lived in Raleigh with her boyfriend and one night on the phone we decided I should too. I had planned to go to State for a year and then transfer to UNC.

So off I went. Besides being a student, my friend was also a waitress at a place called Charlie Goodnights. Suddenly, I was spending my days walking through a humidity like nothing I had ever known, dodging bugs larger than I had ever seen and my nights moonlighting as an underage stowaway in a comedy club.

I lasted two weeks.

It wasn’t right. And I knew it somehow. But I needed help.

And then one morning I woke up and flipped open the handbook to figure out where my Shakespeare class was. But the book opened instead to a page containing the fees for withdrawing from the university, listed by date. That exact day was the last possible day to get a full refund. So I slammed the book shut. Literally.

That night when my friends got home I told them I was leaving, tomorrow. So, of course, we had a party. And at one point I got a mosquito bite on my leg. Fucking bugs.

The next morning the bite was as big as half a golf ball. And as the drive home went on the pain in my leg expanded. Around Indiana it hurt to stand on. My leg was full of fire from the ankle to the hip. I stayed that night in a hotel trying not to flip out.

By the time I reached my parents driveway I had no other choice but to fall out of the car yelling “Gang green! Scurvy!”, get immediately into my Mom’s car and go straight to the ER. It turned out I had blood poisoning, which simply required a shot in the ass and a couple of days with my leg up.

So there I am, a two-time college drop out, with no idea what the fuck to do, on my parent’s couch watching T.V. I was feeling pretty darn good about myself. I didn’t even call any friends to tell them I was back.

But then Poof! A couple of days later, I ran into an old friend, Bryan, at the gas station anyway. He asked what I was up to, and so, I told him the truth. “Nothing”. And then a couple of days after that, I got a call from our mutual friend, Ryan. He said since I wasn’t doing anything he thought I should come work where he worked, at Reckless Records, on Broadway.

And so, I did.

Reckless Records has been in Chicago for 22 years. And I won’t date myself too precisely here, but I will say that my first Christmas party was at Lounge Ax and at that time, I was still a stowaway.

It is what it is and you are what you are and you do what you do.

Although it feels good to think that even before you knew to look, you could still see the sign.

That town just wasn’t big enough for the both of us.


They still play this and sell this at the Drive In Theater in Door County, WI.

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June 22, 2011 – Song 230

“Hey guys! I think I found the ocean!”

Song 230.

When I sat down to write this my dictionary screen saver, that I did not install, was set to the word Lobotomy. I know what that word means because of Nirvana. Or maybe more precisely, because once I Googled “Frances Farmer”.If you are unfamiliar with that word it is a neurosurgical procedure, that consists of cutting the connections to and from the prefrontal cortex, the anterior part of the frontal lobes of the brain. Quite the cure for pain indeed.


I made two important decisions today. One, was that I am in a position, thanks to marvels of modern technology, to perform a large amount of my work this summer whilst at the pool.

And the other was to make an appointment with a Jungian Psychotherapist. If only poor Frances had been so lucky. It is a significantly less invasive procedure.

On the phone today I told the woman I spoke to that I had more or less decided to call due to coincidences. She just laughed and said, “That’s pretty common.”One of the things I am supposed to do before my appointment is keep track of my dreams. I told her I haven’t been dreaming, at least not often. And if I do I barely seem to remember them these days. So she told me to pay attention to other things that seem to put themselves in my path instead.

So I have been, but true to my own nature, I couldn’t resist a little Google Questing.


Native American Meaning – Ant medicine calls to our attention patience, persistence and endurance.

Chinese Meaning – The Chinese identify the ant as “the righteous insect” and attribute orderliness, virtue, and patriotism to it; an alternate symbolism is subordination, especially that of the tireless and dutiful servant.

Islamic Meaning – Islamic tradition honors the ant as the earthly teacher of Solomon, and an embodiment of wisdom.


Earlier tonight, while sitting in the bathtub reading, I was struck by a sentence. “I can find a perfect bee, but not a perfect me.”

I then watched as an ant stepped out of the crack where the tile meets the tub, one which I have literally dug out and re-caulked at least five times now to no avail. I don’t know why it keeps cracking. It just does.

The ant walked around dutifully for a while back and forth and around and around. Then he walked the grid of the grout like it was a sideways city. Finally, he walked over the edge of the tub and stuck his feelers in my Epson salt laden bath. He paused for a moment and then walked back up the side of the tub and promptly disappeared from where he came.

I could have smooshed him, but I just couldn’t stop laughing about what his report might be, when he gets back home.

Dear The Universe. I owe you one for this.

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June 21, 2011 – Song 229

Conundrum! Song 229.

Supergrass – Moving

For a while I couldn’t sleep.

And it sucked.

It made me feel like a nut.

But now, I can sleep, if I post a song before I try.

No matter how tired I am.

Which is funny. Sort of.

I’d try and explain that, but it’s a big pile of nonsense.

So here’s a quote instead.

“Someday it will help to remember even this.” –Virgil

I bid you Goodnight.

In theory anyway.

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