Hospital stay

I am writing this from the 7th floor of Boston Medical Center. I am undergoing a five-day clinical bedrest trial. It is pretty alright. Movies. Books. Bland food. 800 dollars.

Yussss

Pinto beans (canned)
Dark kidney beans (canned)
Black beans (dried & soaked)
Chick peas (canned)
Diced tomatoes (canned)
Whole tomatoes (canned)
Tomato paste (canned)
Green bell peppers
Hungarian long peppers
Small chili peppers
Corn
Yellow onions
Tempeh (marinated w/Braggs & balsamic vinegar, cubed)
Kale stems, finely chopped
Collard stems, finely chopped
Garlic cloves
Summer squash
Zucchini
Garlic powder
Apple cider vinegar
Chili powder
Cayenne pepper
Nutritional yeast
Salt

A new approach

I have found that whenever I realize that my life going in a direction that I truly am dissatisfied with(which is chronic problem), my typical response is to declare a reaffirmation of purpose(how overblown!) and to announce a new philosophy of living-and-being(how naïve!) as my solution. I am utterly ineffectual when it comes to putting these ideas into practice. Empty words, empty words. Yuck. Right now, I am undergoing the worst financial difficulties I have yet to experience. I am on the edge of being totally screwed. Now would be the time to hunker down, and commit to a regimen of frugality and hard work to get back on my feet. Right?
Wrong. I am throwing common sense and caution to the wind. Time to think outside the bun.
Full speed ahead. See you at my early grave.

How beautiful

Baby, when I think about you
I think about love
Darlin, dont live without you
And your love
If I had those golden dreams
Of my yesterdays
I would wrap you in the heaven
till Im dyin on the way

Feel like makin
Feel like makin love
Feel like makin love to you

Baby, if I think about you
I think about love
Darlin if I live without you
I live without love
If I had the sun and moon
I would give you both night and day
Of satisfyn

Feel like makin
Feel like makin love
Feel like makin love to you

And if I had those golden dreams
Of my yesterdays
I would wrap you in the heaven
til Im dyin on the way

Feel like makin love
Feel like makin love
(repeat many times)
Feel like makin love to you

Best/Worst quote of the month

Drunken D.S. on Janeane Garofalo:

"I would fuck the HELL out of her"

Looking back I wonder "why did I say that?"

Funemployed?

Here's some updates on my life right now.
Unemployed, broke. My cash supplies are growing ever the more scarce.
Oops! I signed a lease on an apartment, costing way too much.
Was dating somebody for a few months. Maybe could've worked? Maybe my heart isn't completely broken, my morality not completely flawed and corrupt?
Oops! I screwed things up.

Been driving back and forth to Boston a lot for band stuff. Fun, but expensive. Been scrambling to find work. Everything I have found so far is either demeaning and/or a scam. Waiting to hear from unemployment, but I am not very optimistic.
Spending nights in my way-too-hot room, drinking beer alone and bullshitting on facebook.

I wanted summer 2009 to be different.

On a bus from the future

Hello blog.

One can find the author riding a Megabus from New York City to Boston. This is clearly a bus from the future, as there are comfy reclining seats, a clean bathroom, and internet access. Eat your heart out Obama, this is change I can believe in. I just spent a hectic day and a half in this insane city, rehearsing with The Wailing Wall and doing a radio show on WNYC, the big public radio station in New York. Here is a link directly to the show archive if you are interested in listening. Silly interview sandwiched between two live songs with a slammin' 6-piece band. Fun.

My life sometimes feels like a level in Sonic the Hedgehog. A whirlwind of activity that moves at a truly jarring pace. How unsettling, thinking about what was happening in my life just one short year ago, how different things are right now. My skills at letting go and moving on can't always keep pace with my confusing and tired blur of a life. Shit bothers me and bothers me and although I should just forget it and move on, I get a block. Connecting with people is becoming problematic. Things getting "too far" is something I'm increasingly weary of and nervous about. It causes me to go down a path, balk, and the fight-or-flight response kicks in and it must be confusing and very uncool for other parties involved. I need to work on how to make it all make more sense for everyone. Especially for myself, right?

I haven't blogged in over a month so one would expect I would have more to say. Foghorn.