My head is still a ball of snot.
But my mood is decidedly brightened.
A slew of F&F happenings soon.
Always follow Lee Morgan's The Gigolo with Magic Hours' No Excess is Absurd. Least that's what I say.
Can you tell my paramour is afar? I'm blogging up a storm...for me least.
Quarter past 5. Awake since 3:30, unable to sleep. This is maddening. I'll continue to kill myself at the gym this afternoon, that should help. Realizing my landlord, who used to live here before me, had insomnia as well. Is there a relationship between insomnia and mold? My current living space has mold issues.
Listening to Red Sox-Royals via the internet. A pitching duel thus far.
OK, so we can't bottle wine until next weekend. We are about 100 bottles short. Guess we don't drink enough wine to accomodate our batch. Hopefully next week we can bottle. The samples taste excellent.
Hadn't realized that Syd Barrett passed on last week. His fragile The Madcap Laughs has always been a favorite since I first heard it.
50 years ago, Ted Williams was nearing the end of his fantastic career with the Red Sox. Williams is rightfully viewed with awe and respect in this day and age, yet during his playing career, sportswriters like Dave Egan did nothing but criticize his every move. Because of the benefit of history, Egan is now generally seen for what was: an agenda driven hack and ultimately a joke.
Two tornadoes tore through the center of Wendell yesterday. From the grapevine I hear about 100 people were displaced because of the damage. Otherwise I haven't heard of any deaths or injuries. One goat emerged from a destroyed barn unscathed, pulled from the rubble by the local librarian. It was startling to see large trees completely uprooted, power lines snapped, homes without roofs, etc. Doing some research, I see that Wendell has a history of tornadoes. We were without power, water, or electricity until 4 this morning. I read Oppen by candlelight.
Transmission Press has one for you. Pick it up.
Today I feel sexy.
Excellent time hanging out with Andrew Hughes. If you don't have the new FRAME you are sorely lacking.
Been up since four, now five. Peanut butter toast and a pot of tea. I'll roll with it rather than the usual torture of bed restless. Birds chatter before the light has fully steeped to blue. The dogwood blossoms are electric in this light.