Tim McGraw: My Next Thirty Years

How does the knowledge that I am listening to this become a thought that I am not dimwitted but eclectic? I suppose I, myself, cannot be eclectic, just that my taste in music can. Well, it's a fun song if you haven't heard it.

Fuel: Shimmer

This song makes me think of a warm night in August in a friend's house with all the windows open and a breeze coming in, at one a.m. with a mini-concert happening. This song was covered, and it made me believe in local talent. Excellent.

Tonight, I'm a little sad, a touch down. Not because I had a bad night; the opposite took place. But I just got word that my cousin can't make it down here for the weekend as planned, though exigent circumstances are the cause and not anything else. It is understandable and expected, but its disappointing. It would have been great. Again.

But more than that, tonight I'm just letting some old demons come out to play, the ones I usually keep chained and shackled in some faraway dungeon. But it's just a tease, really. They're not out for good. All this just makes me feel aimless because of a lack of a job this summer; disappointed at my personal and public failures of the past and just a little repentant at the thought of the scant successes. I'm probably overdoing this, playing the melodrama for all its worth, using hyperbole because that's what I do. I'll get over it soon I'm sure.

Semisonic: FNT
Mr. Mister: Kyrie

Saw a really great docu today at the Ebertfest, called "Stone Reader." It's too complicated to really get into here, but the gist is a seaching. Searching for many things, but on the surface, a book -- this amazing book called the "book of a generation" published in 1972 and forgotten, left for dead in the trashheap of America's consciousness. Well, the documentarian, if he can be called that, goes on a quest in 1998 after picking up this book and reading it and completely falling in love with it after failing in '72 after high school. Mark Moskovitz (the guy) looks far and wide across the country trying to find Dow Mossman, the author, who seems to have simply vanished and never written again. I won't continue, since I will make you all see it once its out on DVD which I presume is soon since they mentioned it at the screening. But there are many truths uncovered, both intentional and not, and it is really a wonderful film to watch. Alternately enlighteneing and creepy (at the bibliophiles and their Trekkie-like secret speech that is both intimidating and beautiful) it includes things that are typically ignored in film, and the culture. I'll let you see it and uncover them rather than tell you. I can't wait until September when I can finally read this book. The panel after the film turned out to include some interesting people: namely Jeff Lipsky, the real-life "Dude" from The Big Lebowski.

After speaking with Mary, I feel a little better, more like a person and less an outcast or leper. Thanks to that. To all those whom I owe emails, and the list is long, know that I will write you, but that I am notorious for taking forever and a day to do so. I'm sorry, I'm horrible. At the very least, tonight, I can assuage my demons with the story that I know someone who was bitten by a monkey today. So great! Monkeys make me laugh really hard. I'll drink to that.