This has not been a good afternoon

Here’s how I coped:

  1. Yo La Tengo . “I Was The Fool Beside You For Too Long”
  2. Pedro The Lion . “Criticism As Inspiration”
  3. Neutral Milk Hotel . “Song Against Sex”
  4. The New Pornographers . “Letter From An Occupant”
  5. At The Drive-In . “Enfilade”
  6. Bob Mould . “Sacrifice / Let There Be Peace”
  7. Sonic Youth . “Theresa’s Sound World”
  8. Final Fantasy . “The CN Tower Belongs To The Dead”
  9. Guided By Voices . “The Enemy”
  10. Iggy & The Stooges . “I Wanna Be Your Dog”
  11. Les Savy Fav . “Tragic Monsters”
  12. Cyndi Lauper & The Minus Five . “Midnight Radio”
  13. …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead . “The Rest Will Follow”



Wherever I go, there’s a repugnant Jake nearby; shrieking, kicking the table, bellowing its hot little face off. And sitting beside Jake is Jake’s moron parent, doting on his every noise, dribble and splurt, as though he’s somehow special or charming.


Opening titles

I think I once claimed on this (or some other) blog that if I were to make a movie starring myself, the song I’d want played over the opening titles with me doing actor-y things would be “Fairlee” by Matt Pond PA.

I think I’ve changed my mind. This morning as I walked out of my apartment building into a morning that felt even greyer than usual, “Storm” by Godspeed You! Black Emperor was playing. It kept building as I walked down the mostly empty (and very cold) street toward work, and hit the first crescendo as I got to the busy intersection near work with cars and pedestrians whizzing by. That crested as I got across the street and into my office, and hit the second peak around the time I swiped through the doors and entered cubicle land. By the time I hit my desk the second crescendo was at full tilt, and died down as I powered up my laptop.

I don’t know if there’s such a thing as a perfect soundtrack for the walk to work on a gloomy day, but I think GY!BE‘s got a bunch of ’em.


I have a date next Thursday.

At 7:00 PM, I plan to meet a long lost love, with whom I fought bitterly but have since reconciled. My wife isn’t entirely thrilled about it, but she understands that this love never really went away, despite all the anger.

It’s happening over dinner. I’m thinking pizza. I may even get beer. It doesn’t matter, though; whatever I eat and drink, it’ll be joyful reunion. I’ll be watching my beloved Montreal Canadiens beat the tar out of the Boston Bruins on TSN.

Welcome back, baby. Let’s forget about what happened. Let’s make a fresh start. I’ve missed you.


Very interesting article.

“Many Americans agree that their churchgoing nation is an exceptional, God-blessed, shining city on the hill that stands as an impressive example for an increasingly sceptical world.

“In general, higher rates of belief in and worship of a creator correlate with higher rates of homicide, juvenile and early adult mortality, STD infection rates, teen pregnancy and abortion in the prosperous democracies.”



No basketball tonight; canceled at the last minute. Just as well; my finger’s still hurting and I needed to catch up on some stuff.

Today was a good work day. Got some stuff done in the morning, had a couple of good meetings in the afternoon.

I’d forgotten how much my cats hate the remote-controlled missile-shooting tank my wife got me a couple of years ago for my birthday. I terrorized them a bit today. Michael thought he was being smart by jumping up on the bed so I couldn’t chase him, but I just shot him in the face with a nerf missile. He promptly tried to eat it, and then snuggled with it.