May 2005

May 20, 2005
I recently ebayed the guitar that was the inspiration for the hue you see around the edges here. I kinda felt like it was time. She was a fine guitar and I hadn't done more than badly stumble through a couple scales from time to time for... years and years. I figured that someone really should be playing her. Plus, that guitar was a bit of a totem to me. Sort of a laundry list of ancient hopes and dreams wrapped up in a beautifully-crafted seafoam green finish. Lastly, one simply can't have enough cake lying around.

Of course, any optimism I fostered for feeling a sense of closure as I shipped her off to her new owner has since muted. I feel nothing. And, in perhaps a karmic twist, I discovered post-sale that the new "owner" is more aptly described as a chop shop for Fender parts. My baby is likely in pieces, each fraction destined for separate residence in one of the four corners. So, I suppose it's more accurate to say I feel what I can only describe as wryness.

May 5, 2005
CNN is reporting the detonation of two "novelty grenades" at the British Consulate in NYC.

"novelty grenades"

You know, like the I.E.D.'s doled out in favor bags at children's birthday parties.

What you don't see in this photo is her "I spent the whole night making out with Tom Cruise and all I got to show for it is this raging case of Herpes Simplex Oh-My-Fucking-God!" t-shirt.

May 3, 2005
HI! I AM A DEER! CAN YOU POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION OF SOME HEADLIGHTS?