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The day part of Saturday was incredibly lazy: some cleaning inspired by this post, reading, and listening to This American Life, before a quick trip to

with Chris for only an hour. I went mostly to buy more frames. When I told people this later in the evening, they looked at me like I was a crazy person. So I also bought a plant. Whatever, I like the frames.

cha cha
was not very full, but not empty. it was perfectly easy to get a booth and have a drink before moving on to the opening night at

neumo's* [link]
where they were offering free admission to "Yo, Son." The rapid pat-down at the door made the evening extra-special. They have an interesting space with lots of bars (at least 4), and a lofted area that overlooks the main dance/performance space. In my opinion, the ceilings should be higher to get the right effect, but this was another point that was met with the crazy person look whenever it was mentioned to others.

[At the Notwist show I hated the crowd to the point of distraction. Their Friday night colliding drunkenness. Their grey hooded sweatshirts, big mustaches, over exuberant gyrations. Their going to IHOP and ordering appetite-killing clam chowder.]

At Neumo's I wanted love the crowd with their trucker hats or prom dresses, breakdancing or not moving their feet at all, the hip girls with furry hair accessories, the guys in track suits, the artists, the dopey guys with messy hair and beards, the few nonwhites at the hip-hop show, all of them. even the ones looking over the edge that isn't as high as it should be. Even so, I felt like it was trying to be like the happy part of the goodbye scene in City of God or the remarkably similar disco party in the middle of Fortress of Solitude , but it was just O.K. and I guess that was enough. Maybe you can guess that I try to think of things to pass the time while pretending to enjoy the dancing.

Eventually, everyone had enough dancing and no one really wanted to drink; so we went to the

broadway grill
to indulge the bad habit of eating and the especially bad habit of eating greasy foods like nachos and sweet potato fries after midnight. The slow service and the server was crazy, but I was pretty happy with the fries.

* pronounced "new-mo's." probably because it the the New Moe's Mo'Roc'N Cafe. [seattle times]


aaaiiiee! Thanks for giving me the push I needed to get back to cleaning and packing.


I have an irrational tendency to save magazines, but that testimonial caused me to seriously reconsider. They're in my storage area now, but I think they'll be in the recycling bin next week.


I'm trying to go through 8 boxes of school-related files, mostly from the past 4+ years of graduate school. At some point I felt it was important to save all the early drafts of my thesis and handwritten notes from classes I didn't even like the first time around. More proof of how graduate school drove me to insanity.

I am now generating enough scrap paper to start my own paper recycling company.


god. I can't even think about throwing away old notes. At least magazines are in databases!

Someday, with therapy, this might be possible. I think I secretly hope for a flood to destroy this probably useless information so that I don't need to do it myself.


After watching approximately 23 episodes of Clean Sweep, I had sufficient mental preparation to finally let go of those notes from Byron Brown's Microeconomics class that I've been carrying around for 5 years and haven't looked at once since I passed the final. It's much cheaper than therapy, and much less damaging to your other valuable stuff than a flood would be.


You're probably right. I was thinking that I'd put them in my storage area in the basement with all of the other pre-garbage crap; so there wouldn't be any damage to valuables.

It will probably come to therapy or an extended viewing of Clean Sweep. Last year, my mom called about throwing away old notes in her basement (from MSU) and I got really mad and told her to keep them. Had she just tossed them, I probably wouldn't have noticed or cared, but once she asked it was a different story.
I like that this post included lots of ungrammatical sentences. Or was that part of the format change?


ladies and gentlemen... evolution in progress.


and you were there! just like taking a time machine back to the Cambrian era!

or not.



It started as a list that I typed last night before going to bed; when I filled it in this morning I thought I would go with it and make the headings bold. With enough clever formatting and mid sentence line breaks, even unintentional grammatical errors might be forgiven.

(I did add a verb to one sentence after re-reading)
A friend of mine in uptown (dothedrew) rooms with another graphics designer. The only thing hanging on the wall of their living room is an empty IKEA frame (probably portrait size x 3) . It still contains the paper backing with the kitsch scandi product name.


good itea! The glass for my 50 x 70 cm RIBBA frame broke this morning. Maybe I should follow their lead and hang it glassless and "empty."


yes.. 'RIBBA' that's the frame.
yo, son! at neumos last night was completely painful in every aspect.


I think it all comes down to expectations. I thought it would be horrible and that I'd need to stay there for a long time. Instead it was O.K. and I was only there for a little over an hour. The free and new aspects were also in its favor. I'm looking forward to seeing a real show there.