Today’s soundtrack: That’s alright, I still got my guitar
Today at 8:02pm: Watching an incredibly depressing movie from mainland China. Don’t ever move to Datong


I have such random shit in my Bookmarks. Classic muscle cars, some banking shit, the blog of some strange female I’ve never met (nor read, except for that one time), some hotel rooms I don’t remember inquiring about, DMV pages, a link to the Mass MOCA.

Whatchu got in yours? It would be interesting to profile people based on what they had in their bookmarks (discounting the boringly obvious, like porn). They could have a magazine called Celebrity Bookmarks and I guarantee you some asshole would read it. “Let’s see what Tom Cruise has in his bookmarks!”

I can’t lie, that asshole might be me. Sometimes when I get home “Access Hollywood” is on, and I don’t turn it off like I should.

I have dreams about dressing D-onald R-umsfeld up in full combat gear and dropping his ass off in hostile territory. You want a war so fucking bad go fight it your fucking self. Get in there, Donald. Keep your head down.

Everyone knows Saddam needs to go, but an assault on Iraq seems like a ridiculously inelegant and karmically costly solution. We invented psychological warfare, rotating credit and fast food; I have a hard time believing we can’t think of some evil, sneaky shit to get rid of this guy. War seems so fucking 1940s.

Today, a long and unremarkable day. How many more of these can I stand. It starts early, ends late. Just like the exciting days. Something beautifully hopeless about it all, like the last line of Jimi Hendrix’s “Red House.” Next time the woman gives you some shit, download this track, burn it and go take a walk with headphones.