If things had gone differently, I would have liked to be have been a pitcher for the Yankees. Maybe a relief pitcher for the Yankees, like Steve Howe. If I couldn’t play for the Yankees, I’d like to have been a journey-man pitcher, which I think Steve Howe was also. A dirty pitcher like Steve Howe.
I think I may be lactose intolerant. And I think I have been for a long time. Today consider whether you may be lactose intolerant too.
my 2008 List, no particular order, haphazardly put together.
1. 88 Boadrum NY /Deerhunter at Mercury lounge. Same day.
2. Deerhunter - Microcastle/Weird Era
5. Merriweather Post Pavilion listening party
6. Going to therapy
7. Giants win Super Bowl. Patriots lose Super Bowl
8. I can’t remember what new movies killed me…
9. Obama wins Super Bowl
10. Carrot Top dies
11. Making little videos
12. Deadwood
13. Lost
14. I must have read a book that killed me, right?
15. The Road by Cormac McCarthy
16. Bad Lieutenant
17. Shooting Amazing Baby video
18. I need a winter hat
19. Summer
Thoughts, Sunday at Noon, 11/24/2008
1. I would like big CC Sabathia to sign with the Yankees right now.
2. I would like Merriweather Post Pavilion to leak right now.
3. I kinda like this new series by Ann Woo over at Tiny Vices. A little dramatic.
4. David Lynch answers questions for the NY Times.
5. How many days in a row have I eaten a bagel?
6. Look at Molly the Fantastic Pony’s prosthesis
I try to eat a bagel everyday at Absolute Bagels. Most of the time I don’t have to wait in line, cause the dudes know what I want. Everything with scallion and a large coffee, milk, one sugar. $5.05.
The woman pictured above made my bagel today. I don’t know anyone’s name at the place, and I think about asking alot, but then I don’t, which is why I always manage to feel guilty at Absolute.
— A good friend of mine who hates cops. 
I asked for this haircut once. The only time I ever brought a photo to the barbershop for reference. An embarassing notion to begin with. The Asian woman who I showed the picture to was just absolutely baffled. How in the world did I expect her to make this out of what I was giving her? I backtracked, asked her what she thought, could it work if she tried it? Would this haircut look cool on me? She wasn’t going to give me a straight answer. I bit my lip and said I trust you. But I didn’t. She gave it a go, and I sat there with my glasses off, blind, and horrified. Later that day, I went to my therapist and spent a half hour talking about my hair, and risky decisions.
The first third of The Savage Detectives destroyed me a little. The 2nd third discouraged, and bothered me. Too many characters,too many narrators. I ended up putting the book aside.
2666 comes out this week. 900 something pages. Legendary, epic, mysterious. A tomb. An atomic bomb. I think I should start a relationship with someone, perhaps a woman, where we trade off, back and forth, chapter by chapter, reading 2666 to each other. Pushing, pulling, and dragging each other to the end.
