The Words Have A Way Of Slipping Right Out


This past week went well. Its how things should be every week. My office is all set up with the final additions being filing cabinets. The only complaint would be the horrible glare from the wall of windows to my right. I like the view so I don't want to completely close the blinds. I may have to do some interior designing and rearranging next week.

Whenever someone walks in they always use the cliche of 'its freezing in here', and find themselves wandering over to the thermostat. Like, what are they going to do? I'm sure they are just curious of the exact temperature and don't have the intention of tampering with the settings. Of course, not.

The Galaxy is taking on Chelsea and interestingly and David were on the sidelines for much of the time. The Beckhams are receiving quite enough camera time as the play is somewhat sub-par. What did I expect? Its no Premier League Championship. West London would have been a better scene for the contest. Will I sell out and buy Beck's jersey?

Menomena!, Aqueduct, Bedroom Walls, and The Shins have taken my mp3 player hostage. This is after I mistakenly deleted the entire Iron & Wine catalog. Shepard's Dog is a wonderful album as with most of Iron & Wine's releases. House by the Sea, Wolves, and Boy With a Coin are great, great songs.

The Platonic Bomb


Today was one of the best Mondays I have had in quite a while. I woke up to the awesomeness of Why Is My Sleeping Bag A Ghetto? by Chin Up Chin Up after falling asleep with my supreme Shure earphones. That could could have been all and this day would have been considered a good one, but a few other events occured to make this Monday spectacular.

I didn't have any classes or presentations to give so I had the chance to finally sort through the mountain of paperwork and more importantly, socialize with some of the new faces around the office. The 'IT guy' miraculously completeled the new Dell set up in my office and now the network is extremely fast, which basically means I can update a lot more stupid spreadsheets while browsing the IKEA site and blog simultaneously. I also now have a more convenient usb port which allows the opportunity for me to be less productive when I start bringing my mp3 player. I just have to be carefull when there are meetings next door in the conference room.

For lunch, I ventured out of the confines of the workplace with one of the new faces, another bright eyed being. She and I enjoyed the afternoon sun and a hilarious conversation over Firehouse Subs on someone elses dime. Strictly platonic, seems like a start I guess. There wasn't even any traffic on the drive home, I'm afraid what tomorrow entails.

I now have a liking for Tina Fey after watching a few episodes of 30 Rock online. She is hilarious and smart and I dig the imperfections. I had no idea she was married, thanks to wiki.

In an attempt to increase the popularity of soccer in the States, one of my favorite football clubs, Chelsea, will be taking on the LA Galaxy for David Bekham's debut on the 21st. Any other time I'm sure it would be a landslide victory for Chelsea, Cole, and, Drogba but its going to be Beckham's day. What a set up. Its tough to watch MLS after watching the UEFA and World Cup. Seeing my favorite footballers Ronaldinho, Rooney, Thierry Henry, and Renaldo once a year is better than watching a season of MLS. The rest of the world is just on a higher level when it comes to soccer, among other things. I hope the Beckham fiasco does more good than harm.

Almost a month ago, while jamming to a remix of Daft Punk's Superheroes, a huge grasshopper I later named Fransisco crashed into my windshield. I first thought he was a leaf the way his wings fluttered between the wipers. I turned on the misters and I saw that he was still alive I was amazed. I had to be going about 55 when I heard the impact. When I parked I raised the wiper he was entangled in and attempted to assist him but he stubbornly declined. He proceded to hop his way off of the hood and found his way to the grass.

Love,
Todd

The Same Old Blood Rush With A New Touch

Cute Is What We Aim for is a guilty pleasure for me, along the lines of Hellogoodbye. Its good music but after listening to a few tracks and singing along, you feel like never listening to them again, but you repeat the song.

Sad old news I guess, The Early November is coming to an end. Its not one of those band break-ups over rehab and ego, they just want to live normal lives. Its only been a year since they were introduced to me and I fell in love with them. They have that garage band sound that is appealing to me, but their last and what turns out to be their final album, The Mother, The Mechanic And The Path was far from the amature feel.

An emotional story that spanned three discs was a unique and ambitious release and in my opinion, if it were a movie it would be a cult-classic. The skits or 'sessions' on the third disc, The Path are snippets from one of the characters counseling sessions and I think it gave the album a true and honest feel.

My favorite songs from The Mother, The Mechanic And The Path are 1000 Times A Day and A Bigger Meaning. Something That Produces Results is my favorite song from The Early November.

I feel compelled to write about my adventures the other day. I'm the type of person who like to be prepared for any situation. I'd plan a simple trip to the grocery store but before I go I'd break down and analyze traffic, parking, map out my course and unsuccessfully attempt to estimate a round-about total. All of these I believe would maximize my time and basically make life easier.

This particular day I was out of my element. Sitting around preparing to catch a match between AC Milan and Manchester United I realize I might be...how do I put this....hungry. I decide on tuna and crackers, I already have the tuna but I don't have the crackers. Perfect opportunity to enjoy the weather and also a chance to make yet another appearance at my local Publix. It seems like I go 3 times a week.I'm there to get a single package of Ritz crackers...but I make a stop for fresh fruit, sushi, soup, Ben & Jerry's (I had a coup) and Dew. I ended up with 11 items but continue towards the '10 items or less' aisle, bad man I am. I get up to the register and just so happens I forgot my card. I mean its not in my wallet, where else could it be? Lately I've been utilizing the chest pocket on my button up shirts. I place receipts and sometimes my card in it when I don't feel like reaching into my right ass cheek for my wallet.

Before the cashier scans my stuff I try to hurry and refill my hand basket. It took a while to take all 11 items off of the conveyer and there was a line. All of the planning I do not to look like an ass, I do anyway. I'm reverse shopping, going up and down aisles putting food back. I wanted to just hide the basket in one of the freezers in the frozen foods aisle but I think about the joke I heard from Dane Cook's Retaliation. He says never leave your basket, not even for a second. 'God forbid somebody comes in the store and wants the exact same shit. And they're like, jackpot, this is everything I wanted'.

_What was supposed to be a 15 minute outing turned into 45. And what a waste of time writing and reading this_