...makes Matt a tired old man. Too much free time and too little money. I'm sitting here reflecting on that great line from Fellini's "8 1/2", "I have nothing to say, but I want to say it anyway." The best part of the movie is the end... Marcello (the lead character) directing everyone in his life... well it's hard and complicated to describe without watching the movie... as are most of Fellini's statements, just go see it (Criterion Collection please).
In a turn to the mundane, nationally I feel that are coffee is getting far too strong. I'm sitting here at the Maproom, I've had about a half a cup of the "intellegentsia" house brew and I'm shaking like a madman... I also find that I almost always require cream with my coffee now, something I would scorn myself for in my younger days.
getting hard to type...but I feel I should add something profound before I leave you. Howabout this, does anyone miss heartbreak? The feeling like there's a heavy cold blanket on your heart, and you don't want to talk to anybody, but sit, drink, and listen to the blues all day long. Maybe I'm melancholic, but I do... I wonder what that means?
More on the flip side,
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Summer madness, summer music
It's cool today, and the once short skirts that hung like washrags from girls wasteline have elongated into some horrible thing they call a capri. Not that I have anything against the capri (I think that Audrey Hepburn sported them charmingly) it's just that they tend to get in the way. Did the capri originate on the island of Capri? God, this blog is getting stupider by the moment. Anyway, it's cold today... went out looking for jobs, even considering putting my name in at Starbucks. Every single day that I spend out of work is horrible, I can't enjoy the extra time, I just sit there thinking about what a dreadful state I'm in. On top of it I'm faced with the same problem Henry is in "Barfly." That being, "There's so many things I don't want to do... like go to the doctor, get my teeth cleaned, save the whales... I don't understand that kind of thing." Though, admittingly I wouldn't mind working to save the whales as long as I didn't have to do any of the fundraising side of it... and the more I come to know about it's all about fundraising.
Summer reading... well, I read the last Harry Potter book over the last three days, in preparation for the next installment coming out in July. Other than that I recently finished a book by Erik Larsen titled, "The Devil in the White City" an interesting nonfiction book based on the live of two men living and thriving during the 1893 Worlds Fair in Chicago. It's a good book if you are interested in either architecture and or serial killers... It won the national book award, and I daresay it deserved it.
As for summer music... as I stated previously I am still enjoying "Guaro" However, I have picked a few songs that I feel best convey my childhood. In fact, I have them in my playlist right now and listening to them brings me straight back. One thing I noticed about the first few of these selection is that they all feature a pipe organ... or some synthesizer trying to sound like one.... I don't know what that has to do about summer or my childhood... Anyways
1. Dire Straits- Walk of Life
2. J Geils Band- Angel in a Centerfold
3. Bruce Springsteen- Glory Days (I'm starting to enjoy the old Boss, does this mean I'm gettin' old?)
4. John Fogerty- Centerfield
5 Anything by John COUGAR Mellencamp (fuck all that John Mellencamp shit... I want the guy that punches at the camera in the video for "Jack and Diane)
Send in if you know any other good eighties summer hits that I haven't included here. But right now, I'm going to go and worry the rest of the afternoon away.....
Cheers,
Matthew
Summer reading... well, I read the last Harry Potter book over the last three days, in preparation for the next installment coming out in July. Other than that I recently finished a book by Erik Larsen titled, "The Devil in the White City" an interesting nonfiction book based on the live of two men living and thriving during the 1893 Worlds Fair in Chicago. It's a good book if you are interested in either architecture and or serial killers... It won the national book award, and I daresay it deserved it.
As for summer music... as I stated previously I am still enjoying "Guaro" However, I have picked a few songs that I feel best convey my childhood. In fact, I have them in my playlist right now and listening to them brings me straight back. One thing I noticed about the first few of these selection is that they all feature a pipe organ... or some synthesizer trying to sound like one.... I don't know what that has to do about summer or my childhood... Anyways
1. Dire Straits- Walk of Life
2. J Geils Band- Angel in a Centerfold
3. Bruce Springsteen- Glory Days (I'm starting to enjoy the old Boss, does this mean I'm gettin' old?)
4. John Fogerty- Centerfield
5 Anything by John COUGAR Mellencamp (fuck all that John Mellencamp shit... I want the guy that punches at the camera in the video for "Jack and Diane)
Send in if you know any other good eighties summer hits that I haven't included here. But right now, I'm going to go and worry the rest of the afternoon away.....
Cheers,
Matthew
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Took me long 'nuff
Yeah, you don't have to give me any shit... I know, I haven't written in a while... but hell, sometime life interferes into things, and who's to say that I don't have another blog where I can schill out my grievances with all possible candor (hint, hint Morg). I'm sure some of you have gotten updates on me either in person or from the kind comments left on my ex's blog (thanks Beth!)
Well summer has descended upon Chicago in earnest. It was hard to sleep last night, I hate sweating in bed... not in all instances, but most of the time. I've been doing some substituting in the Chicago Public Schools lately... I t made me realize quite quickly why I hate and love teaching, and gave a strong boost to my already considerable diet of booze. Right now, though, school is ending so I have to look for a new position for the summer. I have a few little things that I can do for money... I think I'll be alright.
Summer in Chicago is the shit but it still hasn't been able to erase the bitterness of the winter months from my memory. It's nice to know that I'm in the same city that the Cubs are playing in but apes me with the fact that I am not at the game. Women... Jesus, and the women... very fine and wearing little enough to get your blood up and just enough to retain some mystery (insert random Beth comment here).
Before I go, make sure you listen to the new Beck album "Guaro"... I have been unable to get the disc out of my player and my ipod play count on it has to be up in the fifties... Good stuff fer a hot summer.
Well summer has descended upon Chicago in earnest. It was hard to sleep last night, I hate sweating in bed... not in all instances, but most of the time. I've been doing some substituting in the Chicago Public Schools lately... I t made me realize quite quickly why I hate and love teaching, and gave a strong boost to my already considerable diet of booze. Right now, though, school is ending so I have to look for a new position for the summer. I have a few little things that I can do for money... I think I'll be alright.
Summer in Chicago is the shit but it still hasn't been able to erase the bitterness of the winter months from my memory. It's nice to know that I'm in the same city that the Cubs are playing in but apes me with the fact that I am not at the game. Women... Jesus, and the women... very fine and wearing little enough to get your blood up and just enough to retain some mystery (insert random Beth comment here).
Before I go, make sure you listen to the new Beck album "Guaro"... I have been unable to get the disc out of my player and my ipod play count on it has to be up in the fifties... Good stuff fer a hot summer.
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