Archive for the 'obsession' Category

Ink.

Sunday, June 10th, 2007

I have, since I was about 12 or 13, been fascinated with ink. I draw, occasionally paint, and since I was in middle school frequently used my body as a canvas for sharpie marker and stick-on tattoo.
I toyed with the idea of real ink for years, shying away because of the needles involved, holding […]

The post that never dies.

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007

Wow, that Duggar post just keeps on going. And when I think it can’t possibly get more nutty…. it does.
Hee. I love that Duggar post.

Lawnmowin’ mix.

Monday, May 7th, 2007

There must be a mix for everything now. S. is so right. Mowing the lawn is /so much/ less horrible with a soundtrack. Mine includes:

AFI - Sing the Sorrow, A.F.I. (the compilation from Nitro), 1 song from All Hallows, The Art of Drowning, /and/ most of Decemberunderground.
Shiny Toy Guns - We are […]

Guitar repertoire and 300

Friday, April 6th, 2007

My highly-limited (and largely partial and/or off-beat, often simply grinding to a halt while tab is consulted) repertoire (and for those not interested, skip straight to a review of 300):

Smoke on the water
Boys don’t cry (cure)
Wish you were here (pink floyd)
Belief (john mayer)
blue skies (pink floyd)
trust (cure)
a forest (cure) ok so it’s just a bass […]

More Cure.

Wednesday, March 28th, 2007

More pictures on flickr. 12 of Robert Smith in total. They were taken with no flash–even after dark. Some have been processed a bit, and some were pushing the limits of the digital zoom, but there were at least a dozen salvageable with technology. And, damn, we were /that/ close. […]

Sorrow on a Friday night.

Saturday, February 17th, 2007

Sadness is snapping a string just after midnight when you’ve only been home an hour, have no spares in the house (and in fact don’t yet know how to string a guitar), and really really want to play. In fact, I was good all day long. I worked from home without picking up the instrument […]

Sonnet.

Sunday, January 21st, 2007

1 First we name Alta, bourne up by the sea
2 islands splayed wide, hard shores clouded over
3 fat river tumbles between stone and tree,
4 meadow in sunlight, burst full with clover
5 Smooth-sail the line of deep marble stone
6 steep and impassable terror-filled nook
7 The island its center, welcoming home
8 travellers who sing a safe passage […]