· Oct 1, 2013 at 7:05 pm
So I was dropping Maggie off at her dance class and as we start to go in, we’re overwhelmed with a crowd of young dancers and their moms in the entry way.
I stop Maggie before she goes any farther and say firmly, “I’m not going into that sea of madness.”
Of course all of those young dancers with their moms then turn their heads and look straight at me.
#confessional #maggie #socialproblems
· Sep 25, 2013 at 9:54 pm
I recorded this about 5 minutes ago, a couple of takes for each track.
It’s not my best work but not bad for the first actual instrument/vocal recording in prob 10 years.
My little make shift studio is pictured above.
· Sep 25, 2013 at 5:12 pm
Sometimes when I pick Maggie up from school I think that I’m a huge dork when comparing myself to the other parents. And maybe I should just wander over to the normal side of life. But damn, every time I do, I feel like I have my shoes on the wrong feet.
· Sep 25, 2013 at 2:17 pm
A revised version of David Bowie’s Space Oddity, recorded by Commander Chris Hadfield on board the International Space Station.
This is like the one of the greatest things eva.
· Sep 25, 2013 at 12:24 pm
Last week, the Swedish newspaper Mitt i Stockholm reported on a sexual assault case brought against a 65-year-old man who had been seen touching himself on a local beach. Weirdly, he’d been acquitted because “the masturbation wasn’t directed or aimed at any specific person.” No one seems to know what the man was looking at while he pumped away at his groin—the horizon? An empty boat? A gull—but nevertheless, over the weekend, the story started to ooze its way out to international media outlets.
When the English-language Swedish news website the Local picked up the story, however, something was lost in translation—they messed up one of the quotes given to Mitt i Stockholm by the case’s wonderfully named public prosecutor, Olof Vrethammar.
· Sep 25, 2013 at 12:15 pm
I eat healthy stuff, probably way more than I should because sometimes around lunch I dream of sitting in some little cafe eating a fat cheeseburger (with onions and pickles) made just for me with greasy french fries, ketchup, mustard, the whole bit. I can even smell the ketchup and mustard right now. And there’s like 10 napkins wadded up on the counter and two Coke cans because I was really thirsty.
When I’m done I’d go outside and the sky is blue and the air is crisp and I go to like the hardware store or K-mart and then maybe stop by the ice cream shop for a thick chocolate shake. Nothing to heavy because I gorged myself an hour ago..
Okay.. Daydream is over so I’m gonna go back to eating my microwaved tofu and black beans here at my desk that I’ve been sitting at for almost 7 years now.
· Sep 25, 2013 at 10:46 am
If you’ve followed along on tcrbang.com over the few years or so, you’ve probably noticed that I have a love/hate/love/hate relationship with it, even more so over the last year. It’s a online journal of interests, emotions, activities, dramas, high-points and low-points and every where in between.
It’s hard for me to look at it because it takes me back to different times, different eras. So much has changed physically and internally. Memories can be a real jerk.