The Absent Sounds of Me

My thoughts have a new home.

See you around.

One day, I hope that someone uses the phrase "trail of destruction" to describe the aftermath of my presence in a room. Awesome.

I keep telling myself to update this thing... but then decide to do something else.

"I regret that the music has turned horribly French."

Go see The Brothers Grimm. Hands down, my favorite film of 2005. A visual masterpiece.

Iron & Wine w/ Calexico - In the Reins

As he is wont to do, Iron & Wine has followed up one exceptional album with another.

Although the seven song EP doesn't actually hit shelves until September 13th, some wonderful individual posted it online here for your (temporary) downloading pleasure.

I have only listened to the first 2 tracks thus far, so I can't really give a reliable review just yet. All I can say at this point is that "He Lays in the Reins" and "Prison on Route 41" are, hands down, two of the best songs I have heard so far this century.

And just in case you forgot, Calexico will be touring with Sam as his backup band this fall. Tour dates available here.

My departing flight to Las Vegas lifts off exactly one and a half hours after I get off from working a nine-hour 5 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. shift. Couple that with four straight days of 5 hours or less of sleep and you have the makings of one hell of a catastrophic alcohol-induced mental shutdown looming just over the horizon.

I promised Amanda that I would send her a text message every 4-5 hours specifically detailing my current financial standing at the blackjack tables. It's kinda like the scrolling ticker that runs along the bottom of C-SPAN informing viewers of where the NASDAQ is currently standing, only this one will be updated on a regular basis by a highly shitfaced insomniac who happens to be willingly submitting to his inner gambling addict at 4:30 in the morning.

My digital camera is fixed and back in my hands. Expect a picture post upon my return. Don't expect much else in the update department after that as I have made a solemn promise to myself to start writing my short-story-to-be-turned-eventually-into-a-novel after I return.

Production starts an hour early today, which means I do too. One should never have to get out of bed at 3:45 in the morning. It just isn't right. It's going to take a steady flow of caffeine to keep me going past 8:00 tonight.

Road trip to Schlitterbahn this weekend. Las Vegas next weekend. Don't expect many updates out of me between then and now...not that you've been getting any over the last several weeks to begin with.

"Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past." ~George Orwell~

I don't really feel the need to go into a lengthy explanation on my reasons for deleting nearly two and a half years worth of archived journal entries other than simply stating that I want this blog to be a reflection of who I currently am and not who I formerly was.

To those of you who actually went back every so often to read those atrocious ramblings - sorry.

There are two things in this world that I truly love. One of them is cinematic depictions of the spiritual downfall of mankind. The other is films starring Keanu Reeves.¹

Constantine has both.


1. Seriously.

I have a new cell phone. If you want/need the new number, just let me know. I'm far too lazy to take the initiative and call everyone in my address book in order to update them. Fuck that.

This way, the ball is now in all of your proverbial courts. If you don't get my new number, it's your own damn fault.

PS - Semi-quality updates coming soon. Promise.