I don't need no car

Thanks to Albert, I know what a Scraper Bike is.

Those guys look so happy about their bicycles.

When she appears blithely unaware of the Dostoyevskian pall of death hanging over New York City, he compliments her on her legs.

It's a good thing I tan and not burn. I have that farmers tan thing because I'm the guy who wears the polo shirt to the beach.
Yesterday we trucked it out to Coney Island for the Siren Music Festival. We trucked it out of the city around 1:30, not really caring to see the first half of the acts. I know it sounds, bad, but I just couldn't hear Parts and Labor or Dragons of Zynth anymore. We stopped by my apartment and thought it'd be nice to actually walk through my neighborhood to the next stop over. The houses there are real nice, set back from the street with huge front yards and wrap around porches. It didn't feel very much like the Brooklyn I was living in. It was very...quiet.
Anyway, we spent some time at the beach. It was the first time I'd ever been to Coney Island, so it was surreal for me. Tons of people. Very very crowded. But now that I live so close I can head down any time I want.
We caught Beach House, Broken Social Scene, Islands(which was awesome when they played Jellybones and I Was Born a Unicorn)and parts of Stephen Malkmus.
I have to spend the rest of today drinking a lot of water and heading to band practice uptown around 4:30. After that I have to finish my Twilight Zone Marathon.

There's still a list of things I need for the new apartment.

The world is quieter now. We just have to listen.

I finally got around to watching I Am Legend. For my love of all things post-apocalyptic, I have to say this was the worst. I mean, the book was great because it dealt more with the fact that Robert Neville was the only survivor, and it was a bit Shaun of the Dead-ish. The movie though was just CGI'd straight to hell. But I did like Will Smith's acting.
My next two days off I'm going to spend watching The Twilight Zone and John Adams.

Moving has been sort of stressful, having to downsize and buy all new things. It's a bit cathartic though, getting rid of all of my things. Starting over with new stuff.

This weekend is The Siren Music Festival. I think I may just show up for the tail end.

I've never felt more alive on a Saturday than updating my Google Earth from 4.1 to 4.3.

I've finalized my moving situation today. After seeing only three and narrowing it down to two, I'm going with the place in Prospect Park South. It's in a house, with a backyard. I'm slowly getting things together to move.
40 38 51.41" N 73 58 10.01W (Google Earth?)

Yesterday I stumbled upon a working Smith-Corona Super 12 Electric Typewriter. After casual deliberation (Erin would've bought it for me if I wouldn't have bought it) It's loud and whirs and clacks. It doesn't have auto correct, so know I have to be more careful. I think it has something to do with changing your muscle memory from a computer keyboard to a set of keys, and I remember I was a B average typist in school. We will see how it turns out.

The Fourth of July was spent with Chris on a rooftop here in Bushwick at the Ollie Dior building. The roof there is huge, and they had a slip and slide and tons of PBR. I know it's where Beirut practices, but I wasn't looking around. The lofts there aren't too bad, and they come completely furnished. It was hard to watch fireworks because they were everywhere. We had to keep spinning around. We saw at least four planes overhead, and wondered it would be like to see fireworks from the window of a plane.