Squeeeeee!

Feist
Feist
Feist
Feist
on sesame street!

The grin is infectious.

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The most awesome rest stop EVER. at least by name.

Wait, Twitter's down for what?

I hate that I'm addicted to Twitter. It's a good thing the site's free--it definitely wouldn't be worth the expense.

It's not the incessant downtime that bothers me. It's the complete lack of mastery over the English language.

Dylan in Noblesville, originally uploaded by mutineersofindy.

WHERE IS THE BOB DYLAN GRAFFITI IN DOWNTOWN NOBLESVILLE AND HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT IT BEFORE I MOVED??

Fahrrad

Fahrrad
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WE HAVE BICYCLES WE CAN RIDE THEM

I said I'd try the tea.

The Abandoned Tea from Radio Sweethearts on Vimeo.

It sucked.

I Think I Love Cats Now

Low Fidelity Cat Dream from impactist on Vimeo.





In other news, I'm mostly settled in Memphis. May start documenting the process shortly.

Yes it's true

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Le Countdown

Kerry on Kerry, originally uploaded by The Spacebase.

Because of this woman, I (gladly) have only 8 days left as a resident Hoosier.

It's Not Just Love; It's Life.

mix tapes, originally uploaded by newrambler.

I just finished a book that Kerry lent me shortly after we started dating. I had to put it down for most of the semester, 'cause I'm an English major. Putting down books to read books is what we do best. That and talk like pretentious Douchebags.

I may have officially graduated today. I'm not really sure; there's a bursar loan services hold on my Ball State account, and the bursar's office isn't open until Monday. I did figure out that I owed a quarter from a library fine. (I don't remember having anything overdue this semester--maybe a final good luck and goodbye from Erin? If not, then I owe her the good luck/goodbye.)

At any rate, I'm starting to mourn Muncie and I'm starting to feel anxious about moving to Memphis. So much so that I couldn't sleep last night. As I'd mentioned, I finished the book Kerry lent me, Love is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield.

The book tore my shit up. I want to meet Rob Sheffield. If I do, I will first punch him for making me cry like a baby. I will then hug him for making me cry like a baby. I will then have him sign the book for Kerry. Then we will probably trade mixtapes, and I'll hug him again, because I totally understand why the book made me cry.

It also made me laugh. Less like a baby, more like a toddler:

One night I had a bit of a revelation. I was up late, as usual, unable to sleep, drinking ginger ale and flipping channels, looking for something to soothe my nerves, the way a Discovery Channel panda forages for bamboo. This time I found something--a newsmagazine piece about a breaking news story in Milwaukee. I watched with awe and reverence. The story concerned a nacho dwarf. He was the most famous and successful nacho dwarf in Milwaukee--maybe the world. His job was walking around in a Mexican restaurant wearing an oversized sombrero with a brim full of tasty nachos. The crown of the sombrero held a cup of salsa. The nacho dwarf greeted the customers, shook hands, worked the room. He would invite everybody to sample the treats he had on his head. He was there to serve. He was there to honor the nacho-dwarf code.

Understandably, quite a few of his fellow dwarves felt this was a degrading and insulting gig. Steve Vento (for that was his name), a former car salesman (for that was his trade), disagreed. He proclaimed himself proud to be a nacho dwarf.But other dwarves complained angrily that he was perpetuating inhumane stereotypes and encouraging mistreatment of non-nacho dwarves. In fact, they were protesting the restaurant, demanding a boycott until the nacho dwarf was canned.

I watched this with intense fascination. They showed a clip from the Anthony Michael Hall movie Johnny Be Good, which apparently had a party scene that had inspired the whole nacho-dwarf thing. They showed the dwarf lawyer who was representing the protesters. And they showed the nacho dwarf himself, defending his profession. He implied that maybe the other dwarves were just a little jealous that they did not have the talent to make it as a nacho dwarf. They resented his success, so they were trying to drive a fellow dwarf out of work and into the gutter. Why, they were taking food right out of his mouth!

"We are not trying to take food out of Mr. Vento's mouth," said the lawyer. "We are merely trying to take it off his head."

And then, dear friends, at those words, a little light flickered in my mind. Some sort of divine revelation started to make itself clear before my eyes, and a voice began to articulate unto me the horrible truth: I needed to get out of the apartment more. No, I really needed to get out of the apartment more.

And that, dear friends, is the reason I love this book. Well, that and it expresses a lot of fears and hopes I have regarding marriage, and though Sheffield's taste is questionable, his love of music is undeniable and infectious.

Also there's a really great section on the varying types of mix tapes, but I don't want to blog a passage that long ever again.

Seriously

DSCN0891.JPG, originally uploaded by The Spacebase.

I'm a pretty lucky dude.

I'm a fan.

DSCN0874.JPG, originally uploaded by The Spacebase.

Also, there's one more photo here than days left until we live in the same place.

A Belated Defense

On Friday, I went to a fiction reading/rock show at Village Green Records in Muncie.

I was standing outside the store when a car of what appeared to be frat boys drove past and shouted at us, "Hey, Punk Rock Faggots!"  Which was really hurtful.

I don't even particularly like punk rock.

Time for a Calling Out

Over the weekend, someone anonymously commented on a couple of my posts, with the same text in each comment:

Heard some of your music, "William." You've improved over the years.
-an old friend

I don't know who this is, though I would very much like to.  It'd probably be pretty good to catch up, if they are indeed an old friend.  (If you're reading this, you can find an email link at williamwolfe.net.)

I'd also just like to say that of course I've improved over the years.  I've worked pretty hard at becoming decent.

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Is this news? Seriously?

Tales of Shame, and Also of Delight

Before I unleash upon you the beauty of the edited Charlie Rose clip from Boing Boing, I have something else to share.  Sad news.

We may as well burn the rest of the Constitution now.

That said, there's this!

Both via Boing Boing.

I want today over. Now. It's not that it's particularly bad, but i'm tired and need a minute or two for unadulter

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Waiting for Obama

In chronological order now, the tweets and blog posts from my time in line, waiting for Barack Obama tickets.  Of which, I only got one.

1. Twitter / thespacebase: The Obama ticket line is al...
2. Twitter / thespacebase: I'm in line in front of the...
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4. Twitter / thespacebase: We're blocking streets-for ...
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7. Twitter / thespacebase: @BarackObama your people co...
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9. Twitter / thespacebase: I'm smelling grilled cheese...
10. Twitter / thespacebase: Just stepped on an animal f...
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15. Twitter / thespacebase: Got ONE ticket. Makes me sad.

I'm discovering, after the fact, that the chronology is difficult to determine; seems my Twitter and Blogger accounts post in different time zones.  Ah well, that's pretty close.

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It's sad to realize that the Obama headquarters is the only storefront in this mall still open, save for the budget haircut place.

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I can taste it!