Coming to a city near you

Because I don’t like to be gone long enough to let you miss me (it’s only been eight months, right?), I thought I’d let those that care know that I’ll be in Vermtown this weekend.


The Project

My latest (ambitious) project


The Musical Baton

I’ve been passed the musical baton (from Mike) in what must be the longest musical web relay in recent history. Who knew it would make it from John Hicks to me within the day? I have no idea how many degrees of separation that is.

Total volume of music files on my computer
A pitiful 613 MB.

The last CD I bought
Frances the Mute by The Mars Volta

Song playing right now

Five songs I listen to a lot, or mean a lot to me
No songs mean a lot to me, so this is a list of songs I listen to a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean A LOT.

  1. “Trouble” by Ray LaMontagne
  2. “Beating Heart Baby” by Head Automatica
  3. “Come With Me” by The Clintons
  4. “Sitting, Waiting, Wishing” by Jack Johnson
  5. “Delicate” by Damien Rice

Five people to whom I’m passing the baton



swanpickles: did you buy anything yet? didja? didja?
xxx: no, i’ve been ‘working’
swanpickles: working with air quotes, huh?
xxx: in this case it means i was actually working
xxx: i had modeling school this afternoon and was working on the website this morning
swanpickles: you’re going to be a model?
swanpickles: sweet
xxx: pays better
swanpickles: true.
swanpickles: although, now you have to start smoking and doing hardcore drugs.
xxx: but i’ll be skinny
swanpickles: oh yes, and an eating disorder.
xxx: i don’t know that loss of appetite due to smoking and drugs is necessarily an eating disorder
swanpickles: well, i was assuming you would also have bulimia or a variant there of.
xxx: um, i think anorexia is more my style
xxx: i don’t like puking


In Which I Shamelessly Admit My Love for The Contender and Seeing People Get the Bejeebies Knocked Out of Them

I normally consider myself above such barbaric tendencies, but I was quite excited when Jesse nearly knocked out and, thus, eliminated Anthony. And when I say excited, I mean jumping-up-and-down-clapping-yelling-at-the-TV excited. Does that make me a bad person? Or does the fact I wanted Anthony to lose because I found it annoying that he constantly talked about his kids make me a bad person?

I guess the previous admission was a two-for-one special as you now know that I indulge weekly in The Contender. Oddly, I don’t like boxing, but I LOVE this show (admittedly less since Joey was eliminated).

Who will win? I’m going with Alfonso or Sergio. Unless, of course, there’s some way that Joey can get back in the game.

Life Random


Living downtown is never what I would call quiet. One of the busiest streets in the city runs on the south of my building. This morning I was rudely awakened at 9:30 by some punks shouting directly below my windows. Then, oddly enough, at 11 a full Algerian shriners parade complete with clowns on mini motorcycles, a mini corvette club, a one man band, a multiple piece band, a bagpipes band, and an odd chain gang type thing came by the side street directly below my windows. I guess this makes sense since the Algerian Temple is next to my building.

I hope there were no late sleepers in my neighborhood.