Weird. I smell like campfire today. I am not so sure I like that, being that I am sitting next to computers, and have no smores ingredients nearby....

This is the site of the day - compliments of Mr. Bill Rickman.

Question of the Day:
How did Rueben win American Idol, yet Clay got all the publicity... (cover of rolling stones, talk shows, etc.)???

Maybe sometimes it pays to lose.

Guster is a cute band. Listen to their songs. Give them a chance.

Amber has annouced a party this Friday in Port Chester for Cosmonaut Records:
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Cosmonaut Records will host birthday for Amanda Gallo and Myles Karr (seeking approval from Myles) sometime this Friday night.
Please distribute widely and bring babes.
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Port Chester is a fun place where a bunch of punks live - two seconds from the train. Email me, or Amber for dyerections.

I know, I know, dream posts are all the same crazy shit, but whatever - I will like looking back and reading about this dream because it was awesome to me. so eat rotten sour food and cough.

I had this incredible dream last night that I discovered a town in Alaska that I had never seen before. The town was perfect in every sense. There were just the right amount of hills, it was on the water, and there were fresh streams with clear water for drinking. There was just the right amount of forest. There was also a little island for recreation right off the the coast. Across the water - which was about oh, 20 minutes on boat there were mountains - to large to climb, yet beautiful to look and explore. Actually, for those of you back home - it looked a lot like Homer, except it was filled with this perfect sense of satisfaction. Everyone in the town was satisfied and had rosey cheeks. I cannot remember who I was with - but we were driving along a road, and basically stumbled upon the place - from a hill, we looked down on this fertile valley and so we started exploring with excitement. I remember looking down one street and being overly thrilled that there was a dairy queen in the town. I think I was happy about this because one of the major complaints I have about NYC is that there is no Dairy Queen, so wherever I go on vacation, I always make apoint of stopping by - however the last three trips I have taken have not had Dairy Queens, so that was some kind of sub conscious thing. Well duh, I was dreaming.
So anyway - luckily it was the last dream I had before I woke up. The other dreams before that were really stressful - the kind where you are paranoid, and no one is listening to you -and you are trying desperately to stick up for, and prove yourself.
I can't stop thinking about the town. It was presented in the style of the movie A.I. - saturated color, with clone-like happy people.

I have decided that I like watching movies about what we think the future will be like.

Being fashionably two years late, as is always the case, I finally watched A.I. last night. The flick was pretty entertaining. I don't remember what the critics said at the time about the movie, but I do recall it not being the big blockbuster that everyone thought it would be. I was watching a few critics on the Charlie Rose show a couple months ago talk about the movie business. At one point in the interview Rose asks everyone to say their fave movie from the past few years. I forget what most the critics said, but I do remember one of the critics (I think it was the critic of US mag) say that A.I. was his favorite pick. So that stuck in my head, and I thought I would give it a shot. Not bad. I am pretty sure, that upon analysis the movie may be inconsistent, but I dug watching what others thought our future would look like. It was a little creepy seeing Manhattan underwater (pre 9/11) that was little creepy. So in closing, if anyone has not seen that movie - check it out.

I am working to cross things off my NYC "to do" list, so last night I went to visit Strawberry Feilds. My first vision of what Strawberry Feilds would be like, is pretty much what I still want it to be like. I think the city should hire a few NYC Ballerina's - one male, one female. The ballerina's will all switch shifts, giving the feilds 24 hour coverage. Now, at the site, the ballerinas will prance around the tiled "imagine" circle so the tune of the Piggies song off of The White Album. That song has always sounded so Baroque to me, so they will be dressed in Baroque attire - the women wearing flower crowns, and the men wearing off-white tights with highly ornamented Bolero Jackets. They will sometimes throw rose petals up in the air, and they will act like nymphs - amid the city chaos. Perfect. Far from the reality I witnessed last night.
What I greeted instead where 4 hobo's smoking weed, two English tourists who insisted I take their picture as they sprawled out on the dirty ground, and one 8 year old named Robin. Yes, Robin was with me, and to everyone else's delight exclaimed "Wow! It smells great here!" As we entered a plume of bong smoke, and I droned on about the history of the Beatles... So yep, I have been there, done that. 10 more things to go.

I love fall music. I feel like making a Fall mix. Artists to be included on a Fall 2003 mix would be:
Rufus Wainwright - new CD

For all you bathroom humor lovers...... this just in from Paul.

Today is Paul Harvey's 85th birthday. Paul Harvey reminds me of my Grandma's light blue Cadillac. The car always smelled like one of those pine tree air fresheners, and was outfitted in cozy, always warm, blue velvet. Grandmas are supposed to drive slow, and that she did. When we drove around on Sundays - I would request driving down Echo Lake because it was a scenic country road. She took the corners slow, as the air fresheners aromafied, crucifix hung from the mirror, and Paul Harvey told us the rest of everyone's stories.

A stone temple pilot's song was just playing and I was freaking out because I hadn’t heard it in like oh, 8 years. so I was totally having this STP freak out, and remembered that I had the album on tape. About tapes: I was one of those people in 1996 who believed that CD's were a 3 year trend- tops. I have so many tapes in a box somewhere in Alaska that I don’t really know what to do about it. All of my "grunge" and what was then called "alternative" music is on tape. I am reluctant to buy STP, Sound Garden, Pearl Jam, etc. on CD because the cheap bastard in me says "but dude, you have them all on tape." so my CD collection lacks... However, after hearing that song that I hadn't heard in years - I think I might have to make the investment. or just buy an ipod and a mac and a subscription to some music site, because CD's are a dying trend...

I was looking at my pile of clothes on the floor last night, and thought about how every article of clothing there, I purchased and owned. I said to myself: "my parents have not seen any of the clothes, and probably won’t ever see them". Not that it's imperative that my parents see all of my clothing or anything like that, but I guess its just the thought that the people that once used to buy everything for me, and knew everything I owned are now so far away from that; and only know my clothing by what I take home during our one week together over Christmas.
Then I thought about materials and how right now, they seem so important, but really they are nothing. Like in 5 years I will most likely own nothing of the pile on the floor - I probably won't even remember most of it's contents - yet right now, that pile is basically what gets me from day to day (fully clothed). So anyway, maybe this is why our moms tell us to pick up our clothes from off the floor. It can cause too much thinking...