Know that I am in pain.
Know that I cannot discuss my pain with you.
Know that my pain most likely does not relate to anything about which you are thinking.
Know that there is nothing you can do to alleviate my pain.
Know that this pain may never go away.
And you will understand me.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
The question I could ask myself after receiving criticism is, “Does his statement give me any insight into myself?” not “Is it true?” If I say “That’s true,” those words really mean “I think about myself in the same way.” No one knows whether or not it is true.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
My Car WTF’s Me!
After forking over $640 (can’t forget the taxes!) I drove the Jackmobile home. I almost didn’t make it all the way home, however. About a mile from the house I heard an awful metal-on-metal or metal-on-ground noise which made me pull over. I thought for sure that I was dragging something on the ground. Inspection under the car revealed nothing. As I pulled slowly forward the noise continued and then stopped. I drove it home, around the block a few times, and then in to work this morning with the windows open and heard nothing (unusual). I am really fucking confused.
Meet Me At The Midway
Upon reaching the house I was overdue for a beer. Fortunately just as I pulled into the drive Martha (aka Laura) was running by on her Monday night run. We agreed to meet up at East Atlanta’s newest hotspot The Midway Pub. I chose The Midway for a few reasons, one of which was because it is a block closer to my house than the other bars in the village. What the hell, if I am not going to run I might as well be all-out lazy.
At The Midway I consumed chicken tenders (which were good), tater tots (which were very good), edamame (which was very good), and a couple of Lagunitas Censored (which were great).
ITP Flickr Pic
My photos of Dead Confederate are getting little love on Flickr
So I’ll pimp them here.
I Wonder If I Could Paint That Too
Last night I got around to watching My Kid Could Paint That. The film which is a documentary that came out last year follows the story of a four-year girl name Marla Olmstead who took the art world by storm by producing incredibly popular abstract paintings. However, all is not rosy for the Olmstead family when an art expert being interviewed for a 60 Minutes segment concludes that there is no way the young girl could have produced the artwork. At that point many conclude that the girl’s father is the real painter and he is peddling off the work, and fantastic prices I might add, as his daughters. All attempts to capture the painting process fail, although the parents produce a DVD of footage that they produced which show young Marla painting a piece to be known as “Ocean.” In the end no real conclusions are drawn — the parents maintain that all of the work is their daughter’s but doubts still loom.
In reading a user review I see that I should have watched the DVD extras before sending it back to Netflix. Oh well, maybe I’ll re-add it to my queue.
CD Pick Of The Week
There are actually a few discs which intrigue me today, although I’ll be honest to let you know that I’ve heard nothing from any of them.
- Joseph Arthur (solo?) has a EP that Metacritic calls “[Title TBA]”. I have a hard time believing that this is the real title however.
- Death Cab For Cutie return with “Narrow Stairs”
- Old 97’s return with “Blame It On Gravity”
Do any of these tickle your fancy? If not what does?
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – depressed
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Black Keys — “Your Touch”
Website Of The Day – I need some humor in my day so I will steal Terri’s suggestion from yesterday Homestar Runner.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Foot Mileage – 6 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 25 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car (listening intently for noises)
Monthly Marta Rides – 9
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 43 (43)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day