I can't wait to be home in the fog and sun. Away from all this LA traffic and shit I can't afford.

"Deaf, Dumb and Done..."

Good:

Oh shit! is the right responce

Bad:

So there has been a week or so of life since we last talked.  I have much that I wish to discuss.  First off what is with the awesome weather?  Did I move to LA and forget?  *gets up and checks out window*  Nope still in Oakland.  *phew*  Got worried there for a second.  A lot of life is just us living.  My good friend John said once on our way home "We are totally living life right now".  At first it seemed a bit stoney to me but as the days go by he is fucking right.  This is the moment.  Right now, as you read this or as you shop for quinoa and broccoli or when you make breakfast with a friend or when you are trying to get the dog poop out of your shoes tread.  That is life.  Enjoy.  And don't forget that you are loved.  And on the off chance you are not loved, you are, by me.  And for the love of life listen to more music.  Go buy an album.  I am not talking about buying a sound file on iTunes.  Get in your car/bike/bus and walk outside.  See the gutter punks and smell the cool.  Say hi to the guy that takes your oversized purse/man purse.  Wander around the store till you remember what it is like to have to find something without a search engine.  Look at your options, remember what labels you used to like (Jade Tree anyone?).  Stand in line and look a human in the eye.  And just for a novelty use cash.  Trust me it is worth it.

Pretty:

(after the break)

Felling sorta kinda

GOOD:

Zombie T-Shirt

BAD:

So few things in life live up to the promise of a new t-shirt.  I have had many in my life.  Band shirts, art shirts, political, satirical, ironic, and my old favorite confusing.  Then I grew up, figured out how to operate a button and will now have to wait for my midlife crisis to pull some of them back out.  Oh that reminds me, if you don't own a suit save a little and get one.  Tailored of course, because it is like walking around in your jammies all the time.  And unlike jammies people are not only impressed they feel the need to tell you how good you look all the time.

PRETTY:

Andrew Bird - Noble Creature

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart

My Bloody Valentine - Loveless

Liam Finn - I'll Be Lightning

Your Welcome, 

Jesse

I heard a Question.

Good:

Bad:

"Have you ever felt the cold ghostly hand slap across your bitchly face?"  This was the question posed to a "gutter punk" from the mind by way of mouth of one of his compatriots.  It is at first listening nothing more than a little humorous.  But not less than 14 hours later and I am still musing over what it might mean in the grander definitions of "ghostly" and "bitchly face".  Is the hand doing said slapping the cold hand of reality at the current state of my/your/our life?  Could the slapping be a wake up call meant to teach and guide us?  I to think so.  Is it that our faces really are softened by the ease of our existence, which we have become accustom?  I realize that all these questions demand to go unanswered and just considered.

Pretty:

My Bloody Valentine - Before Loveless

Joy Division - Still

New Order - 1981 Factus 8 1982

The Decemberists - Picaresque & Castaways and Cutouts

Heatmiser - Mic City Sons 

Mister Loveless - Three Words [EP]

The Mountain Goats - Heretic Pride

Iron & Wine - The Shepherd's Dog

You're Welcome,

-Jesse Bones

Right Now!!!! (AKA this is what drunk Jesse typed, sorry)

Yeah I saw that shit.

There is such a thing as too much honesty.  I hope I will cross that line on a regular basis.  As humans we are way to kind to each other when it comes to language.  We pretend to be so fragile and yet we continue to exist despite all our offenses.  So fuck all you and your sensitivities and pretenses.  You are massively pathetic and you should be ashamed of yourself.  There is no reason to be so sensitive about words other than to pursue litigious intent.  All they are is a way for us to communicate an idea.  If the intent is the same what is the purpose in using euphemisms that at their very core mean exactly the same thing.  "Suck it you assholes!"  There is nothing implicitly hateful about words other than the intent of the user.  In case you were wondering the double standard is alive and well just not in the way we thought it would be.  It is okay to be sexist and offensive as long as you are a "minority" in some way.  If you are a straight white male you should be fucking careful (and ashamed).  The world is out to get you.  There is no slack for you and your kind.  Don't get me wrong we deserve everything we get at this point.  As a child I was more than happy to declare my (half) white heritage, and as an adult I will be milking my mexican half for all it is worth.  Please save me from the race war that is all but upon us.  Thanks ;)

In the last few hours I have listened to:

Crystal Castles - Crystal Castles

Hot Snakes  - Automatic Midnight

Jets To Brazil - Four Cornered Night

What have you done?

You're Welcome,

-Jesse

I don't even own a wii e.p.

Super Mario Galaxy 2

Hard luck is still luck.  And bad love is still love.  How do we make all this make sence when all I want to do is make my friends into best friends.  The hope of finding true happiness is a cruel joke.  My good friend told me that I was a tragic romantic once and I believed her.  Of course it didn't help that I was in love with her.  She was the first of a few women to want/not want to be with me.  She wanted to be around me just not all the time.  Until I was with someone else and then boom.  She couldn't be around me enough.  What was I doing wrong?  Nothing, everything, something.  Who know or cares.  What I do know is there is hope for us all.  We should never give up because we will never again be as young as we are right now.  Take up hang gliding, or learn the trombone, and start a cult.  The gift of now is all we can count on.  And sometimes we just have to trust and roll a hard six.


It has been a few days so this is more just what I remember listening to since last time:

Windy and Carl - Antarctica

Radiohead - Kid A

Rogue Wave - 10:1 e.p.

The XX - XX

Beach House - Teen Dream

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - Higher Than The Stars e.p.

Silversun Pickups - Pikul e.p.

Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha

Death Cab For Cutie - Forbidden Love e.p.

You're Welcome,

-Jesse

What is that?

There was this ball of light and heat beating down on me yesterday. It was a not altogether unpleasant. I have lived here most my life so I know better than to get used to it but a guy can hope can't he.

And as we all know hope springs eternal, and despair flops down on the sofa and watches multiple episodes of "24".  Does anybody know how I got here?  And where the fuck am I going?  I am purely speculating at this point but all signs are pointing to one of two choices. Down one road there is almost certainly a future I will like.  Who knows maybe my over-arc of luck will hold.  Spend your whole life doing what makes you happy and what do you get?  Happy?  I'll let you know when I get there.


In case you care, here are the albums I have listened to since last time:

You're Welcome,

-Jesse