Oh, we have the best friends, who invite us for cocktails at five.  Having had all these old movies on in the background while I've been working this weekend, I simply had to wear heels.  And pearls, too. Jack Kerouac and his groupies were there, of course, and I being one of his groupies, was in proper attendance.  But the hostess, Lisa, oh, she has such wonderful art and people in her house - it's like she belongs in a Gladwell book. But there is the skinny - Jack is off to NoCal with the new girl, and we will be sad to see him go.  Happy for his own fortunes, but sad for our own.  I know he'll write, unlike those ...

We're going to see Thomas Dolby perform next month. It feels both really nostalgic and really fresh at the same time. I've been reading his blog and he's using all this new, cutting edge computer stuff to do his shows for this tour. But what did he use back then? In the '80s, with command prompts and green screens? I wonder if it makes it easier for him or harder or lets him explore new things when performing these old songs on new 'instruments.' He's still cool, as far as I'm concerned. I'm listening now, one of our submarines is missing, tonight, and scaring myself (just thinking about you) (when I'm without you) ...

I'm drained. Totally wiped out. I don't think I can feel one more thing. At all. Holidays are so weird. I've been up, I've been down. All over the map. I sat on the couch and watched tv all morning today. Some show about 'North Mission Road' or somesuch, apparently it's the county coroner's office in LA. Grizzly crimes, solved by coroner-scientist-detectives. Skeletons in Griffith Park, a scientist buried in a shallow grave, a photo studio burned down with the owner and his parrot inside. I don't know what compelled me to keep watching. Inertia, I suppose. It's not that it hasn't been a good holiday. We had Chinese for ...

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey. I'd be safe and warm, if I was in LA. If I didn't tell him, I could leave today.

I don't want you anymore cause you took my joy i don't want you anymore you took my joy you took my joy i want it back you took my joy i want it back i'm gonna go to slidell and look for my joy go to slidell and look for my joy maybe in slidell I'll find my joy maybe in slidell I'll find my joy - Lucinda Williams

Besides, there's nothing like a good dose of being left alone to make a man appreciate his wife. (Mrs. Morehead, The Women) Get me a bromide - and put some gin in it. (the Countess) Oh baby, oh baby I told ya before, The more I drink whiskey I love ya the more (Lucy)

The new Beck rocks. Black Tambourine. Oh yeah. Hell yes, in fact. That's what a beat should be. Some discussion on 'the young' tonight at Network Downtown. Did you know they don't dance? They stand on the dance floor, still as scarecrows. Scarecrows without a breeze, even. And they complain about 'old timers' who move around too much. The repuglicans have won - they've sucked all the sexuality out of the young. Be afraid for the future. But I am not young. I don't get phone numbers written on the inside of matchbooks by handsome men anymore, I get band names. Cool band names, mind you. Ozo Matli. ...

I have no more than I did before But now I have all that I need For I love you and I know you love me...

if you were here, baby, we'd increase the dose there was no fear in my room when we got close call me anytime you've got a ghost you're the only person in the world i feel that way about if you move off to the side i get swept back out where it's cold but not that deep cause your legs grow (nada surf)

It tastes really good, made with Jameson's and lots of honey. Keith's out judging experimental films, so it's my only comfort at the moment. I feel like crap. Some throat thing which I am hoping against hope isn't strep. Pittsburgh was an interesting place. We toured quirky dives: Smithfield Cafe (best.lasagne.ever - homemade!) and Pipers Pub (it took Keith a good 10 minutes to realize that it was unusual that the football on the tv was football, Man U v. W. Bromwich) and Essie's Original Hot Dog Shop (quite good, but not a Chicago dog) and the Primanti Bros. shop near the PPG center (french fries and coleslaw right on the sandwich - there's not ...