signs that i am well on my way

1. i am taking a crossword puzzle to bed. it is not even a hard one.

2. the most exciting thing that happened to me today was that time i ate a black bean quesadilla, drank some orange juice, took a big pill, used some mouthwash, then burped and tasted a little bit of every single thing

i will not type del-icious… i will not type del-icious…

a perfect argument for a question oft on my mind

“why do things need to be useful?”

via boingboing, of course

the bagel spinoza

where the angera lives

things i should be doing

• showering
• buying thank you notes (oops very far past the 6-week mark)
• buying delicious foods at tjs
• attempting to get my prescriptions
• cutting the cord on my broken a/c, mailing it in (does this feel violent to anyone else?)

things i want to be doing

• showering
• making thank you notes (stamps! scherenschnitte! cre-a-tivity!)
• eating an english muffin
• drawring flora at the fens
• reading wikipedia (alllllllways)

things i probably will be doing

• not much

post from the third planet

in attempts to avoid doing anything that could be construed as “productive,” “necessary,” or “relevant to my future/ career path/ important life decisions,” i’m gonna do some posting about 5 of my favorite albums.

okay, i’ll suck it up & say top five albums, with some caveats*

• the older i get, the less likely i am to a) buy an entire album or b) listen to an album obsessively, to the point where i know every word, everyone i live with knows every word, my neighbors probably know every word, and it functions as the soundtrack to my dreams (on which note, last night i dreamt about a regatta & woke up upset that i didn’t win, which is better than that dream i had a couple months about wallpaper, which i took to reflect upon how exciting my life has become) SO this list is probably weighted towards things i listened to a few years ago, on a CD PLAYER, on CAR TRIPS, in my angsty teenage years (as opposed to my current apathetic twenties)
• if i were really being accurate, the list would probably be mostly one single artist (i’ll get to that later)
• i’m not putting the albums in any sort of order, because then i would bug out making decisions and pass out instead of writing anything, and then my beer would get warm & i’d wake up at 3am and be all pissed off that it’s the middle of the night & my beer is warm.

now that i’m done taking myself way too seriously, (goddammit, the drummer just started up downstairs so i’m going to be pissed off anyway) downwards and onwards!

apiary indeed

the other day i saw TWO kinds of bees on the bush next to the neighbors’ house! (unless one of them was just a fly fakin it)

also, they were the first pictures taken on my new phone (second man there liked to wiggle so he’s looks even fuzzier than he was to begin with). debating over spending the afternoon trying to identify them… calm down angela, don’t party too hard…

no cabanas here

beer & brownie: the poor man’s bananas & blow

(sequel to the previous, less successful “frappuccino & a beer: poor man’s vodka redbull”)

dreaming seamless dreams/ of lead

a favorite of mine for a few years now

joanna newsom

it was one of those volatile first reactions — a “what the hell is that, it’s repulsive” to “what the hell is that, i need to hear more.” (which was, incidentally, my response upon hearing a modest mouse song on 88.1, on the way to crew practice in jasmine’s mom’s car my freshman year of high school).

joanna newsom really seems elfish, tip to toe. a little magical.

my mom’s reaction to hearing her was similar to that upon hearing bjork: “what the hell is that, i want to slap her.”

i’m sorry but

the word “pial” gets me every damn time.