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| Here's my "Best of 2006" music list:
10. My Brightest Diamond - Bring Me the Workhorse
09. M. Ward - Post-War
08. Art Brut - Bang, Bang, Rock & Roll (US)
07. Built to Spill - You In Reverse
06. Belle & Sebastian - The Life Pursuit
05. Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins - Rabbit Fur Coat
04. Grizzly Bear - Yellow House
03. The Decemberists - The Crane Wife
02. Cursive - Happy Hollow
01. Joanna Newsom - Ys
Honorable Mention:
*Yusif (Cat Stevens) - An Another Cup
*Sufjan Stevens - The Avalanche
*Muse - Black Holes and Revelations
*The Mountain Goats - Get Lonely
*Thom Yorke - The Eraser
*Destroyer - Destroyer's Rubies
There.
Now You can be as pretentious as me. | | |
| This weekend has been quite eventful, thusfar.
Thursday night:
A few of us went to the Metro to see the Art Brut concert.
Afterwards, we hung around in the freezing cold to meet Eddie Argos and Jasper from Art Brut.
w/ Eddie Argos
w/ Jasper
Friday night:
Warren and I went to the Metro for the Michael Ian Black and Michael Showalter show ("Stella", "Wet Hot American Summer", "The State", "The Baxter", "I Love the 80's", etc.). En route, I attempted to take one of those sweet maps of the entire CTA system. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful, and ended up ripping the sign in half. I salvaged the "Loop" portion of it, and carried on with the night. Overall, the show was a great time.
Michael Ian Black
Michael Showalter
Here are a couple lines worth quoting:
"(when discussing how he tries to hide his bad taste in music), On my ipod, I save Journey songs under Sufjan Stevens... I save Sheryl Crow under Cat Power"
-Michael Showalter
"Listening to Creed makes me want to dickslap God"
-Michael Showalter
"Breadcrumbs in your vag."
-Michael Showalter
"Duck with a penis."
-Michael Showalter
"I didn't love the 80's, I fucking hated the 80's."
-Michael Ian Black
"One thing the Nazis had right was the name... It sounds like a combination of 'nachos' and 'yahtzee'. Anything that combines the two of those is fine by me, regardless of their political views."
-Michael Ian Black
Afterwards, they signed my copy of the "Stella Shorts" DVD:
They also signed what was left of my CTA map:
All-in-all, a good weekend so far. | | |
| so, today, i found out that something that i believed to have been said by someone to me last week (tuesday, october 3) was really something imagined by me.
i mean, really, the event itself isn't really important.
the thing "said" wasn't important.
what both bothers me and scares me is that it is entirely possible that certain events from my life are really just distortions in my memory.
am i dreaming?
am i awake?
I'm starting to wonder whether other things in my life are really just figments of my imagination.
personally, though, if i was just dreaming, let me sleep in. | | |
| it has been an exciting past couple of days.
on tuesday night, a few of us decided to make a late-night trip up to Clarke's on the north side. on the way back home, a bum sat by us on the red line and did his usual begging for money (nothing out of the ordinary as far as that is concerned). this bum persisted even after we explained that we did not have the 90 cents he needed for a "bus transfer" (i assume that "bus transfer" is code for "crack"). he tried to say that he needed to catch his bus so he could go to the hospital. in the middle of saying that, he opened up his six pack of Busch Light right there on the train. Oh, also, he didn't know which direction we were going on the train or what stop he needed to get off at (makes perfect sense, right? i mean, if you had a specific bus you needed to catch, i'm sure you would just randomly get on the red line and not pay attention to where you're headed...).
after a good ten minutes of yelling and begging, he started to insult the girls that were part of our group, saying things like, "hey, pretty baby, hey, pretty ba-bayy, why you ignorin' me?" or similar things. finally, after putting up with this, i decide to say, "hey, when i need money, i get a JOB". he responds by telling me that he's 51 years old and that he can't just get a job now. Also, he thinks that by saying that he has kids older than I am, that i'll give him 90 cents (which I actually didn't even have). I then say, "maybe you should ask your kids for money?". He proceeds to turn to the girl next to me and tell me that he's going to slit my throat and put me in a coma.
"you know how john f. kennedy died? ever see the untouchables? i'm not afraid to go back to jail. I'll kill everyone on this train"
well, unless this bum planned on killing us with a rifle as we rode through dallas on the back of a convertable, the jfk reference puzzles me.
eventually, we got off the train and all was well.
it really makes me upset that the bums here in chicago refuse to do anything about the situation they're in. it upsets me that they think that we "owe" them money, that we should give them whatever they ask for just because they ask for it. honestly, if i gave a bum a dollar everytime he asked for one, i'd be a bum too. they come up with these elaborate lies to try to make us feel bad about ourselves. oh, and they love to say that we're racist if we don't give them what they want. sorry, sir, i don't give white bums money either. also, a bum called me a faggot because i didn't want to give him a dollar for a copy of the Onion (which is free, by the way) that he took from any of the fine establishments that offer that oh-so-funny paper.
geez.
in other news, last night upon returning to the UC, there was a bit of a gathering in the hallway. we were a little loud, i suppose, so the RAs told us to move it into the lounge. We did that. As we were in there, someone had a football and was gently tossing it around. one of the great UC rent-a-cops walk in and demand that we give her our IDs, and informs us that we are being written up for playing a game of football in the dorms.
last i checked, a game of football involves running and tackling, not sitting in a chair tossing a ball back and forth. anyway, we were ordered down to the lobby where we sat while our information was taken down. the football was confiscated. oh well. | | |
| i spent today feeling unbelievably sick.
however, the combination of a few things made the day a lot better:
*I hung out with a now bearded Derek Porter for a little while. It was really great to catch up with him. I really hope that he and I get the chance to hang out more this semester.
*Megan from UIC stopped by my humble corner of the dorm to hang out with the "716 crew" for a little bit. That's always fun.
*We watched "The Terminator"... enough said.
*Mr. Ryan T. Richmond called me at random to hang out for a few minutes before his train left... (good luck with your court date and such).
*Daniel, George, and I watched another fine episode of "24".
*Then, just as I was about to go to bed, someone very unexpected stopped by my room... It was nice.
now.... I'm going to try to sleep. | | |
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