Sunday, July 29, 2007

Hostels and kıttıes ın heat.

So İm having a blast... but last night i stayed in a hostel that sucked. The bed was lumpy... there were screaming birds outside all night. But the worst was the cats. They were in heat and making the most ungodly noises you could imagine. and after they got done fucking they started fighting... then what sounded like the worlds loudest garbage truck apparently came to clean up the mess the cats left. Oh what a night.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Midwest Living in London?

So I'm writing this from Heathrow at 3:30 local time. Touched down in London a few hours back snuck out of the terminal i was in (where there was a 2 and a half hour wait to go through the passport line) and walked to the front of the nonexistent line in a different terminal. I got out and took the underground with my girlfriend to the town where bend it like bekum (however the hell you spell his name) was set. Had a drink at a god awful pub.. then had some fantastic Indian food. Then get this shit... I took the "night bus" back to the airport. I thought that was just bull shit.

I will try to keep this up while i'm in turkey but i don't know how many internet cafes there will be in ancient Turkish ruins.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Grinding on the Subway

This did not happen to me... but it could have. It's a little diddy I heard from a friend. Requires a little bit of background info:

Here in New York on the subway almost every girl has had one instance were a man inappropriately rubbed his crotch on them... well according to this story maybe not. Cause every guy knows that they were once accused of rubbing inappropriately against a woman. I was once yelled at because the corner of my computer bag apparently had violated a woman's ass. This is not to say that all cases of subway foul play are fake... I once saw a dude o the E train (a packed E train) with his dick through his fly masturbating. Well anyway here it is.

"I get on the train this morning and it's packed. Packed like
sardines, packed, where you can't move an arm to gain better purchase
on one of the bars or handholds yet don't bounce around because
you're being held stationary by the other passengers pressed in
around you. I was against the closed subway doors and the rest of the
car was filled with a middle school field trip, a bunch of yelling,
singing 14 year olds. There were three girls in front of me standing
in a smooshed together circle, talking with one another about whatever.

When the train entered the tunnel it started swaying wildly back and
forth, slamming one of the girls' booties smack into my crotch,
repeatedly, but there was no way to move or reposition ourselves and
this went on for about two minutes as I embarrassingly looked at the
floor.

Ghetto Booty Girl #1: Shit, she must feel violated.

Ghetto Booty Girl #2: I would feel violated.

Ghetto Booty Girl #1: At least he's hot.

Ghetto Booty Girl #3: looks at me tartly.

Me: (thinking) Hey, I'm hot! Cool!

Then all three, (these girls were kind of sluts I guess), started
dancing, BUMPING AND GRINDING with the one girl wiggling her booty
against my freakin' crotch. Again, in case you missed it, they were
14 years old. So now everyone else on the train, the teachers
especially, start looking at me like I'm some kind of crazy pervert.

Me: Now I feel violated.

Rest of train: laughter

Ghetto Booty Girl #1, 2 and 3: Woooo!

Union Square stop my doors opened and I ran.

And that was my commute this morning."

Mirah and Menomena

I fucking love Mirah... but to be honest she sucked live. All the ferocity of the recorded music is lost in translation. When I was expecting music to crescendo up and Mirah to start wailing the music would actually get softer. Honestly I have never been so disappointed in a live show (except maybe modest mouse... but at least they're drunk).

On the other hand I got to see Menomena again. For free... My first time over @ the south street seaport. They were fantastic again. Nothing different to report from the last show really.

Monday, July 09, 2007

The Delaware Water Gap is full of ticks.

So my buddy Dave (Tony to everyone else) came into town to hang out for the fourth, go camping, watch movies, and play stupid ass games. We went out to the Delaware Water Gap on Friday for a day in the wilderness. Set up camp in the shittiest campground I've ever been in (The Delaware River Family Campground, if your curious. Our neighbors were blasting Mexican music while their children screamed and the spent 3 hours blowing up 15 blow up mattresses with the loudest air pump ever, not to mention that kids were yelling curse words at me cause my car idles too fast, then I got scolded buy an old man for driving 8 mph).

Well outside of that I had an interesting walk. Dave and I hiked along the Appalachian Trail for a while then curved back around down a less well maintained trail so we could see the Delaware River. It was a fairly unused trail with grass that reached mid calf. Eventually I noticed a section where you could get right down to the river, there was a concrete eembankment next to the river that we chilled out on for a second. Then Dave looked down and noticed a tick on my shirt, he flicked it off with a disgusted noise. Then I looked down and noticed another one on my shirt, and about 4 on my pants, 2 on each of my shoes. I was freaked the fuck out. Then I pulled off my shirt. There were 2 more on the inside of my shirt and two crawling on my chest, Dave flicked two more off my back. Then I couldn't help it, in full view of some fishermen and three rafts full of children on the river I took off my pants, there were three ticks on the inside of my pants and two crawling on my legs. I got them all off

(Yes these were all over me.)

and Dave, sensing the completely crazed look on my face, kindly suggested we hike back on the road. When I got to an information station just off of I-80 I stopped into a bathroom to do one last check, there was one area I could not get a look at while I was checking for ticks. I pulled off my underwear, and yes folks, there were two ticks running around on the inside of my underwear. To be honest I now identify with this guy from the Onion (you should read it... it's very funny):Not the meth part... the spider part.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Wilco

Got to see Wilco play a show @ the Warsaw thanks to the girlfriend, (very thoughtful birthday present). The show was fantastic. I haven't ever seen Wilco play a place that small, save the memorial chapel up at Union College, and they put on quite a show. They focused in on Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, unleashing a torrent of songs (I Am Trying to Break Your Heart, Cash Machine, Reservations, Jesus etc., Poor Places) from that era. I could tell I was in for a little
more intimate of a show when they opened up with Sunken Treasure off of Being There. Contained within the song is one of my many favorite Tweedy lyrics.

"If I had a boat... You know I'd probably roll over.
And I'd leave it on the shore... I'd leave it for some body.
Surely there's somebody... who needs it more than me."

Always got to me, cause at one moment it's generous and yet it's sad in it's refusal to accept what help comes the character's way. Always good to step in the way back machine when a band begins a set.

While I don't like the new album (or the last one) that much, the new incarnation of Wilco is one of the better live versions of the band.