We took the Amtrak train to Boston on Sunday. Sarah, Debbie, Kari, Craig, Dave, Julio-jitsu and myself. Kari’s parents treated us like honored guests and fed us delicious cornbread. I limped around on a bum heel and ate suspicious (but free) Chinese buffet food at Howard Johnson’s. I didn’t meet Ben Affleck. My phone died. It keeps typing TTTTTTTTTTTTT, etc. My fifth one in about a year. Now we’re back in the city.…
»I dreamt of you last night. Not the type of dream that children have, or old men have, or even those of teenage boys. Not any type of dream I’ve ever dared to dream before. This was a different thing for a different time. I don’t know quite what it means, but I dreamt of you.…
»It’s been a while since I’ve posted a new Pickabar tune, hasn’t it? I’ve been busy working on 45 Adapters recordings and haven’t had much time to dedicate to writing. Believe it or not, I actually went through a period of about eight days without even playing guitar. You know, the symbolism of a bundle of rods tied together has been ruined by it’s association with fascism, but it still represents an essential truth about life.…
»I always admired and appreciated the nuggets of wisdom that my grandmother would share with me as a child. There was one things she used to say, thought, that has only begun to really make sense to me now. “I wonder what ever happened to shame?”, she would ask. “People have forgotten hot to be ashamed and they have almost forgotten how to be embarrassed.” She’d often talk about how the world had changed and people no longer believed in shame.…
»"No matter what anyone says, no matter the excuse or explanation, whatever a person does in the end is what he intended to do all along.” – Cus D’Amato…
»Here’s a new 45AD interview for those of you who don’t get enough of my ramblings here in pickabarland. More substantial blog posts soon!…
»Acne. Punching walls. Looks stupid, accomplishes nothing. Actually, let’s just say it is stupid. Caring what people think about my outfit. Yesterday, someone complimented my Robert Johnson t-shirt and I couldn’t stop smiling for half an hour. Drinking on an empty stomach. It’s the same old recipe for disaster. “How did I get so drunk last night? Oh yeah, I had a pack of skittles for dinner.…
»I haven’t written a story since I was about 13 or 14. Here’s the first. This one is slow and nothing really happens, but it’s still a story. I sat here from 3-6 today and knocked it out. Be kind! Three Cigarettes By Gerrard Lindsay One I smoked three cigarettes out front before I built up enough courage to go in. The hot air blowing out of the exhaust ducts exacerbated the overwhelmingly muggy day, but I barely noticed.…
»I just received an email forward and I have to get a reply out. All forwarded emails I receive are usually forwarded to the great circular receptacle in the sky, but this time the email subject line tricked me into delaying my flick of the delete button. Basically, the email suggested that Obama and Congress were trying to do something evil by instituting health care reform and that people should start a revolt to prevent it.…
»Last night Sarah and I were at the Mets game, a big win over the Arizona Diamondbacks. Sarah stepped away to get some food in the fifth inning and a few moments later the usher came over to check my tickets. That almost never happens. You see, sneaking into better seats is quasi-accepted tradition in baseball. It’s definitely not allowed, but it is tolerated within certain unwritten guidelines. I’ve been to a whole lot of baseball games, so I feel comfortable sharing some of those guidelines with you.…
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