[m.olson]

A LOT of PJ Harvey. Mostly because the album Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea plays in my car stereo. My cd player has been failing and only plays 5 cds that I own, one of them being PJ Harvey circa 2000. This album is excellent driving music and I hadn’t listened to it in California yet, which is a complete travesty.

I’ve been playing a lot of guitar. My fingers look like hell, all ragged and dry, the tips of my fingers literally falling apart. I finished a song. I sing louder than I ever have in that song. I don’t know if Al would like it, but when I sing it I feel like he knows how much he’s missed. It’s no Charge of the Light Brigade, but it’ll do.

When I’m not playing guiar I’m reading. I’m almost halfway through The Broom of the System. It feels like home. That’s probably because it very accurately describes what Cleveland looks like, and I am all too familiar. The dialogue is ridiculous and meandering. It’s wonderful. I wish I would have read this so much sooner. Next is Jitterbug Perfume. I’m going to try and read one book per week for the remainder of the year. With the amount of traveling I already have booked, I think it could work.

I’m considering going to a superbowl party later. I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. I know/care very little about organized sports (especially when they’re on television). But those commercials. PHEW! RIGHHHHT? Anyway, I’m trying this thing where I go do things I normally don’t so that if I do end up not liking it I can have a legitimate reason the next time someone asks about it. I can talk about how I dislike how extra fake the fake grass looks on HD tvs. I can talk about how I don’t like party subs. I can talk about how large groups of people wearing primary colors hurts my eyes. The point is I will have real things to SAY.

I’m getting a new tattoo later this week. It’s really small and I’ve been thinking about it since last summer. I can’t start my half-sleeve until I finish going through all this medical testing, but I did get approval for a small one on my left arm (less than 1 square inch with ink coverage) which seems silly and ridiculous, but I called and checked.

I’m learning how to do aerial fabric dancing. Yes, that is correct: like what they do in Cirque du Soleil. Hopefully I don’t fall flat on my face. I’m pretty excited though. I always wanted to learn to do trapeze, but this is way better.

Ellie brought Stumptown Coffee (a roaster in Portland) and we’re enjoying it this morning. Holy cow, I think I need to get this stuff delivered on the regular. It’s spectacular. The new roommate just keeps getting better and better.

(Source: icatchfoxes)