ktrey

Tuesday

via sam_bass.
1) Choose a singer/band/group
2) Answer the following questions using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group

Gavin Bryars

1. Are you male or female?
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet

2. Describe yourself.
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet

3. What do people feel when they're around you?
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet

4. How would you describe your previous relationship?
The Sinking of the Titanic

5. Describe your current relationship.
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet

6. Where would you want to be now?
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet

7. How do you feel about love?
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet

8. What's your life like?
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet

9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet

10. Say something wise.
Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet
ktrey

Friday

Just got back from seeing Snakes on a Plane with Candace.
It was exactly everything I expected and more.
★★★★ out of ★★★★★
ktrey

Yet another Yard Sale

Moving Sale
(hopefully, the next to the last)
Friday, May 20, 2006. Approximately 8:00AM - whenever
801 W Hickory Street.

This one should be fairly huge. If you've missed the last two, don't miss this one! Typewriters, suits, “art,” oddments, knickknacks, bits and pieces, clothing, electronics, dress shirts, leftovers, miscellany, musical instruments, neckties, notions, novelties, jewelry, patchwork, rags, refuse, scraps, and sundries.

All accumulated over the past five-plus years of maniacal materialism.

All prices negotiable. Everything must find a new home.

Tell ‘em the Internet sent you for a discount.

ktrey

Thursday-syzygy

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Three beads of sweat are holding an invisible, but uncomfortable race behind the collar that covers the back of your neck. Maybe wearing a three-piece suit wasn’t the wisest wardrobe choice today. You’ve lived through summers like this your entire life, and each time one happens, there’s that longing to leave and the vows to end up somewhere else. That somewhere better have much more moderate summers.

As the hand-me-down Honda you’ve been driving for almost three months lurches into a diagonal parking space, there’s a rumble from behind your vest, above the broken belt. It’s obviously lunch time for most of the people in this sadly receding section of town. There are talks of someone purchasing the cinema across the way. Maybe that’ll be the re-seeding this strip mall needs.

You couldn't grok my racecar but you dug the roadside blur
You weren't into my airplane but you loved the whirling world

You always try to stop the engine at the “right” point in a song, and that point always changes. The car always beeps after cranking the key out of the ignition. This is a warning not to leave your keys in the car. The car windows have been cracked, and the inside of the driver’s side door is flecked with the ashes.

The pilfered sunglasses you’ve taken to wearing nearly slide off your nose as you unceremoniously slam the seat-belt in the door. On the second-try, it shuts.

To scout out the Dollar Store in search of happiness, Turn to Page 78.
To visit the Friends of the Family Thrift Shop, Turn to Page 11.
ktrey

Monday

Sigh, another death.
Grant McLennan, co-founder of The Go-Betweens, died in his sleep at home in Brisbane on Saturday. [link]

I just dug through the big box of CDs that are currently earmarked for jettison, and found my copy of 16 Lovers Lane. The jewel case is practically opaque with tiny, shallow, scratches. I used to love driving around to the song Streets Of Your Town with its deliciously jangly guitar intro. And it always ended up on mix-tapes. Back then it was all Go-Betweens, Ride, and House of Love.

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There's already a tragically under-dotted metafilter post. And I know I'm only echoing its links. But if you'd like to check them out: [listen]

ktrey

Yard Sale II approaches.

Candace and I will be relocating to Columbus, Ohio at the end of May and are currently up to our elbows in wonderful things that we patently refuse to let make that thousand mile trip with us.

Therefore, a Yard Sale to end all Yard Sales (save maybe one other, smallish sale toward the end of the month) will be taking place this Saturday, May 6th from 7-8:00AM-ish until enough stuff disappears. It will be much larger than the last, and hopefully better organized. Mark your calendars now, and don't forget to set aside a small portion of your paycheck.

If you have ever coveted any of our stuff, or are simply looking to acquire more stuff, Saturday would be the day to make it your own. Almost everything that has been earmarked for friends will be up on the block if it hasn’t been acquired by the weekend. Wednesday, Thursday or Friday could be good evenings to come by and comb through/grab dibs, with a courtesy call in advance of course.

There will be furniture, scads of suits and vintage clothing, some shoes, tons of ties, electronics, musical instruments/equipment, movies (VHS, DVD, and BETA), typewriters, appliances, house wares, generally nice things, phenomenally useless things, and all sorts of other, miscellaneous garage sale bric-a-brac.

Almost all prices are highly negotiable to friends, and the definition of friend is quite broad these days. Even an acquaintance could make out like a bandit. It is also worthwhile to note that some of the more stubborn stuff may quickly approach free toward the end of the day.

So come by, buy things. Treat yourself. You deserve it. It’d certainly be a nice way to ring in the summer and start those goodbyes with our good-riddances.
ktrey

Saturday

I think I may just quit smoking (or at least cut down significantly) before I leave Texas for Ohio.

The three pack a day habit I've recently acquired is just far too expensive to justify when money and time will start becoming tight.

I derive only a modicum of pleasure out of the act of smoking these days, I suppose cigarettes just serve as some kind of body-language disfluency, filler actions that make pregnant pauses (whilst searching for the right words to say) that much more gravid and grave. Plus, the cancerous cough and lovely morning lung-butter are growing old.

I bought three packs today before down-treading my way into work (with it's stale hospital smells and smeary marble floors). I want to have them last me through the weekend. We'll see how that goes.