On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below.

So much of my summer has been spent on not vacation that I'm planning vacations back to back so I can show summer what's what.

First a week jaunt to Cape Cod (from space and not from space). It will be a nice reprieve from the city life if only for a week. We will dine on nothing but seafood, including lobster, which I've never ventured to have. I've been perusing to see what the best way to cook the things.

Just realized that most of my Pandora stations play Modest Mouse.

Other summer destinations for the masses:

Don't say the electric chair's not good enough for king-lazy-bones like myself

Slow Saturday.

With the whole wave of MJ's death, still, we've all been pondering our favorite MJ songs. For me, it's always been The Way You Make Me Feel. "I feel your fever from miles around" is a great.

My good friend/editor/bartender Matt D. was let go from HUGS but continues to tend bar at The Abbey. So if I told you to go to HUGS for an awesome Bloody Mary, now go to The Abbey.

Speaking of him being my editor, my story "Signal Hill" will be in an upcoming collection titled "We Live For Blood and Glory". It will be at Spoonbill and Sugartown in the next few months.

Been really digging Discovery, total side project of Rostam Batmanglij and Wes Miles. I really like R&B, not going to lie, but it has to be really cheesy. Like K-Ci and JoJo cheesy.

All My Life... I've prayed for someone like you

I care about you in a way that will never ever matter.

Considering either buying 1,000 Citronella candles for the apartment or buying yards and yards of mosquito netting.
Mosquito bites= they don't itch, but it's just red welts all over.

Independance Day rocked too much, ending with an amazing fist fight. Why would a guy, apparently drunk on shitty beer (these things you can just tell, really) climb four flights of stairs just to wail on party goers?
Because he loves America too much.
We had some of our British friends over to celebrated the Fourth. Braised some pineapple chunks on the grill, added some Prosciutto and shot hell of tons of fireworks.
We have a great view from the roof of the skyline, and got a great view of watching that lumber warehouse on Whythe and 9th burn, which was not cool.

But bottom line, our British friends got beat up and the guy kept shouting "This is our holiday! This is our holiday!"


Great photo of Woody and Gareth from that night. Yes, he was getting pummeled and laughing the whole time. Took it like a champ.

Sunday was quiet, K's parents came in for brunch. O and N drove to St. Louis for the week, so we're kicking it relatively low making Watermelon and Feta Salad and sipping white wine. Plus Season One of Deadliest Catch on the projector. You haven't seen anything unless it's 8ft by 10ft.