Hello Goodbye Hello

Poke around the archives. Most of this should keep pretty well. 

Remember park benches, and all they have to offer. 

I saw a little bird flying around with a piece of bread as big as its head. 

Thank you--

Graffiti in the forest

Formerly the El Rancho Bank.

Band: The Who Hasn'ts

Single: Bullet Train to Wondertown

(These kids with giant backpacks and ties...)

New Blog Alert

Read and contribute to:
Dear Old Love

Also, Gabe and Andy working at:
Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe

Many others out there also.

So we hear.
So we here.

Gym shorts, bike locks

This breeze came from a long time ago. 

Technically, I'm working.

Band: 

Jonathan Wangbone and the Wicked Snatchplants

(really just these cats with a fresh look and dark new sound.)

How green were my beans?

That chewed-up yellow pencil holding her hair in a bun--

If only I'd been able to take the S.A.T. with it...

Saying a thing will never go out of style will never go out of style. 

(Her "Dan and Whit's" shirt makes me want to go there...)

Resist This

We were going to see Prisoners of Fun.

I'm craving fresh wet air and and cigarettes.

Encyclopedia Blanktastica

(You fill it in)

I'm like, hey, free buzz.

Don't cover that up!

The wisdom of idiots/The idiocy of wisdom

No maybe

Fear less, more so than fearless. 

Being taken for a vegetarian is the new compliment to replace being taken for gay. 

We're looking to repeal the Law of Unintended Consequences. 

Tree lines

Warm winds

I'm sensing a carnival--

It was a labor of self-love.

(Ian Parker and the NYer show how the celebrity profile is done.)

In Da Shade

Funny, Unexpected Person for President. 

He insists on running clockwise. 

Have you heard about the new push-up?

(The trick is getting these epiphanies to stick.)

Sun-raked basins

Bands: 

Let's End This Thing Right Now

Hi Yuppie Scum!

The thinking person's doomsday scenario-

Off-shoe drilling

Peewee practice laps

We're on their way

Sweet music or the regular kind?

I had one great salad there...

He worked hard on that beard. 

Overheard: "A female James Spader."

(That's Using 101 as a Descriptor 101.)

Parked

A mop topped pop teaching his kids how to snap bottle caps big distances. 

Books:

The Amateur Expert

How to Lose at Poker

Literary Edition #2

Thomas Wolfe on pantry-sniffing:

"Pungent...a haunting and nostalgic fusion of delicious smells whose exact quality it is impossible to define, but which has in it the odors of cinnamon, pepper, cheese, smoked ham, and cloves."

-from Of Time and the River (1935)

It Never Flails...

I still keep thinking they're going to bring that ride back.

Can't believe it was 10 minutes ago already!

Bill:

They're Famous For Not Playing On The Sabbath

The Trans Lucents

Grappling with Now

Thank you for ruining that song. 

Those San Diegan colors... 

That shape makes me weep.

Can I have a sip of that?

Mildly Mystical

IBO (Insanely Beautiful Out)

Thinking of founding: Stenchtown Taxi Co. 

(I'd like to help defray her costs.)

A Coney Island of the Groin

This looks like a good turnoff.

After that, it matters less.

They're not together;
you can tell by their body language.

On the radio, they're still giving away concert tickets...

"Boyish" as a religion

I'd like to wheatpaste his nerve tonic.

Also: They Sell Slush

Shrouded in whatnot

Playgrounding at night,

We kicked that bottle cap clear into yesterday.

Nice tennies!

They serve drinks with that Dust Bowl kick. 

An interview with the AuthentiTheme Corp.

When in doubts,

We looked at each other across the ocean...

It has to be set somewhere.

(I'd like to shore up her conservative credentials...)