Monthly Archives: September 2010

Hammer Time

Suddenly, now that I find myself again with nothing but free time, I have become motivated (over the past hour or so) to clean out my room. I am getting rid of some stuff, trying to narrow down to a more or less permanent aesthetic, and generally streamline my closet. It’s kind of working.

One outrageous piece I cannot throw away, however, is this pair of [hammer]pants. They may appear to be bright pink, but I assure you, they are pure gold. (See what I did there?)
Paired with the right top/belt (not necessarily these), I can see them more or less working out for me. One good thing about The Job That Shall Not Be Named is that I have ended up with a lot of white men’s long-sleeve shirts–which fit perfectly into how I want to dress myself these days.


Skyping/g-chatting with Dan never fails to cheer me up.
Here, we both exhibit some pretty fine duck lips.

Come and gone

Thus concludes my brief but painful enough career in the restaurant industry.

I can’t say I’m very sad.

I’m searching for my mainline

I was originally going to put up Lou Reed’s “Street Hassle,” but then I was going to put up The Velvet Underground’s “Sister Ray” instead. But then I found this. The impromptu nature of this cover…

reminds me of how the Modern Lovers would just kind of re-invent their songs when performing.

If you want confirmation of this phenomenon, check out the recorded version of this same song. Rocking in a completely different way, but no less good.

I’m thinking about making some sort of slapdash list of my top 5 albums at this point. SPOILER ALERT: Expect Bob Dylan and the Modern Lovers and the Velvet Underground and the Smiths.

Men of style: Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan as an artist was introduced to me at a very young age as “Bob Dylan the Singing Pickle.” That’s sort of stuck in my head. What else is stuck in my head is a good chunk of his earlier records (Highway 61 Revisited, Blonde on Blonde, Bringing it All Back Home, The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan). Anyway, here’s one person who is/was incredibly photogenic.


Sometimes my parents and I go a little crazy on the weekends. I made my mom a sombrero (Kahlua and cream), which may help explain the choice of hat. (PS – It’s probably good that I will be outside of the house much more now that I have a job. I may be spending a little too much time with the same two people/three dogs.)

Love this song; have loved this song; will always love this song. Time to whip out the bass guitar!