My section over at Thumbtack Prints has been updated with a good handful of new/old pieces. I believe I went from 4 prints to 16, which is a pretty nice change. Not to mention the fact that looking at them now, I am pretty pleased with the selection. Hopefully there is something in there for everyone....there were a lot of people that wanted things that I just couldn't print, due to ownership rights and such.
Due to my new-found Mac technical savvy and a good handful of chance, I was given about 30 gigs of music last night. A good chunk of which I have never heard of....and considering my oh so modest musical knowledge, I am pretty impressed. There is something to be said for someone who includes Vietnamese covers of Johnny Cash songs in their music collection. As well as a Bill Callahan album I have never even heard of. Life just got a little better.
I have been having an increasing number of nightmares recently. The most recent addition being a dream in which I was locked in a bar while my ex-girlfriend ridiculed me, and then attempted to "win me back". The worst dreams I have had in the last 9 months are when my ex tries to win me back, immediately elevating these dreams to nightmare standards. Fuck, maybe I have just been thinking about Sartre too much recently.
In other news of unfortunate slumber: I do not own curtains. This has become irritating to a good handful of people...but for some reason I like it. I don't even have curtains in my bedroom which leads to two major problems; a) people can see whatever is happening in my bedroom from the building across from mine. And b) as soon as the sun comes up my bedroom is super super bright. The other day, I nailed a very heavy wool sheet up in my bedroom window. It is now pitch black in my room 24 hours a day. This in combination with the remarkable silence of my house (considering my upstairs neighbors have slipped into drug induced comas), my bedroom is now a tomb. I quickly coined the phrase "Lazarus Chamber" to describe my bedroom...but I feel that that is an inaccurate name, for if my bedroom does anything...it sucks energy out of you. ( I spent a good 10 minutes looking for a decent link for "Lazarus Chamber" but have come up empty handed. If you do in fact get this reference, I owe you a cookie. Though in my searches I did run across this amazing image. I hope Becky is laughing somewhere because of this)
I have realized over the last few days that I am incapable of making a mix cd if it isn't about being pathetically lonely or breaking up with someone / being broken up with. I am beginning to find this extremely irritating.
Did I meet a girl? I think I might have...but maybe not. Who knows anymore? I hope I did, but I probably didn't. Though I must say I haven't even considered thinking "have I met a girl?" in an incredibly long time. I am over-analyzing this. I am freaking out. I can not pronounce French words. I am an idiot.
Due to my new-found Mac technical savvy and a good handful of chance, I was given about 30 gigs of music last night. A good chunk of which I have never heard of....and considering my oh so modest musical knowledge, I am pretty impressed. There is something to be said for someone who includes Vietnamese covers of Johnny Cash songs in their music collection. As well as a Bill Callahan album I have never even heard of. Life just got a little better.
I have been having an increasing number of nightmares recently. The most recent addition being a dream in which I was locked in a bar while my ex-girlfriend ridiculed me, and then attempted to "win me back". The worst dreams I have had in the last 9 months are when my ex tries to win me back, immediately elevating these dreams to nightmare standards. Fuck, maybe I have just been thinking about Sartre too much recently.
In other news of unfortunate slumber: I do not own curtains. This has become irritating to a good handful of people...but for some reason I like it. I don't even have curtains in my bedroom which leads to two major problems; a) people can see whatever is happening in my bedroom from the building across from mine. And b) as soon as the sun comes up my bedroom is super super bright. The other day, I nailed a very heavy wool sheet up in my bedroom window. It is now pitch black in my room 24 hours a day. This in combination with the remarkable silence of my house (considering my upstairs neighbors have slipped into drug induced comas), my bedroom is now a tomb. I quickly coined the phrase "Lazarus Chamber" to describe my bedroom...but I feel that that is an inaccurate name, for if my bedroom does anything...it sucks energy out of you. ( I spent a good 10 minutes looking for a decent link for "Lazarus Chamber" but have come up empty handed. If you do in fact get this reference, I owe you a cookie. Though in my searches I did run across this amazing image. I hope Becky is laughing somewhere because of this)
I have realized over the last few days that I am incapable of making a mix cd if it isn't about being pathetically lonely or breaking up with someone / being broken up with. I am beginning to find this extremely irritating.
Did I meet a girl? I think I might have...but maybe not. Who knows anymore? I hope I did, but I probably didn't. Though I must say I haven't even considered thinking "have I met a girl?" in an incredibly long time. I am over-analyzing this. I am freaking out. I can not pronounce French words. I am an idiot.

