At long last it's crashed, it's colossal mass has broken up into bits in my moat.

Everything that seemed to be roaring and flying past my head has settled into a fine lump.
I actually got some shopping done today. After riding to work with Erin, I backtracked over to Union Square and went to The Strand and The Virgin Megastore. I saw Hillary Swank being filmed, thought she looked like a dude still but this time I didn't say it aloud.
Excited that Erin found an apartment down the street from me, not even a ten minute walk. They're opening a new bodega and another Natural store right between our blocks,along with Grand Kingdom and The Wyckoff Starr being so close, I wouldn't want to move from this neighborhood at all.
Two things I have lined up:
Winter with the Russians (All Russian authors all winter long)
and
Getting Lynched by David Lynch (Watching all of David Lynch's movies in a row as well as Twin Peaks)

Far between sundown and midnights broken toe.

I had to heavily made up girls tramp (verb) into the store today, look around, and ask if J.Lo and Marc Antony were going to perform upstairs or downstairs.

So tomorrow I have my interview with Skuawk. I haven't done much research, but it seems legit. I think I'm going to focus my time right now getting back into music journalism. It was a medium that I found myself very comfortable with, and it doesn't feel like work. Check and check. Now if I can never leave my apartment, I'll be set.

Drew's drunkenly messaging me from some Karaoke place in K-town. Nice.

And with all that to worry about, birthday gifts and job interviews, postage and what to eat (or to eat) on a daily basis, I have to move at the end of the month again. The lease is up on this apartment, and my roommates have decided they would rather leave Neil and I with it as they trek across town to Greenpoint. So, I have the option of staying in a cheap four bedroom apartment and finding people to fill the two empty rooms, or begin to sell my self online again. I'm just going to title all my postings: Not a Murderer: friends are alive and can vouch. I'm not to terribly afraid of my circumstances, not yet at least.

I started The Giver by Lois Lowry. I never really read it when it was all popular.

I've had the pleasure of seeing both Scout Niblett and Will Oldham at Rubber Gloves on seperate occasions. Come to think of it, I saw Niblett this summer.
It's a very quiet day in Brooklyn. Jamie is in the living room, we talked about a soap making workshop and the screen printing workshop their having at Ad Hoc down the street. I'm doing research on Harlequin Romance novels because the accept unsolicited manuscripts, and of course if you throw in enough "manroot" and "dashing" in your story, they'll pay you.
I thought I'd also share a playlist.

Devendra Barnhart- The Body Breaks
T. Rex- Spaceball Ricochet
Akron/Family- Suchness
Sigur Ros- #8
Okkervil River- Our Life Is Not A Movie, Or Maybe
All The Time Me- Batter Charger
Jesus Love Me- CoCoRosie
Can't Do That- Forrest Gray
Gardenhead/Leave Me Alone- Neutral Milk Hotel

well, what I have listened to in the last half hour.

All I really want to do is baby be friends with you.

So, tomorrow I'm going to scout furniture out.
I live in a house that has no rules,save for one. No furniture off the street. This makes it extremely hard when you walk past a table or a chair and think of how good it will look next to your iron heater or your mobile clothes rack. Or your Ikea bed.
So, day 3 of missing Ipod as well. Only today did I panic and think it not being here or in the living room. I noticed how much it's really saved me from having to listen to people on the train.
Finished Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Right now I'm reading the essays that Pilsig had written about it's success when no one wanted it. How the counterculture of the 1960's wanted nothing to do with it and everyone else paid no attention to it. The Swedish term kulturbarur translates into the English culture-bearer, which had been what the early critics called this book. Pilsig's only reply that was books aren't written for the weight of culture to be placed on them, that they're only strong enough to carry it.
Still have to finish The Game. I think next will be Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy. Then the Russians. I have a plan.
Other things, great and small:
- Jamaican Beef Patties- fucking great. Tastes like biscuits and spicy sausage with every bite, and eating them will kill you. They're only $2 every where, and with coco bread, you might as well never eat anything else.
- AM News- free newspaper that you get slapped with when you leave Penn Station, or anywhere near 34th Street. It's like Dallas' Quick.
-Cool Weather- Sweater weather. No more of the insane humidity that makes normal people smell homeless all the time.
-Rapping Homeless people- Give them money. Even a penny. This talent can't be surpassed. Oh, and the homeless stand up comics. Those guys are even better.

Work in the morning. I did some internet housecleaning as well. I need to sign up for a zipcar account so I can zip over to Target and pick things up.
Oh. and apparently the largest rooftop party in Brooklyn happened a street over, and I didn't wake up for it.